THE SWORD IN THE ROOM

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
Roland loses his masters sword. Can he find it before time runs out?

Submitted: May 18, 2008

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“Quick Rolland, get my sword.” Sir Richard was preparing for the royal ceremony and fiest in honor of the king which all the knights in the kingdom were also going to attend. He was an honorary knight and had done many glorious quests. He was strong, well built with dark brown hair and a handsome face.
“Yes Sir Richard.” said Rolland as he hastily reached for Sir Richards battle worn sword.
 
Rolland was Sir Richard’s squire and was thirteen with a sturdy body and hazy brown eyes.
“Now, I need you to take my sword to the blacksmith for repairing before the ceremony which is in less than two hours.” said Sir Richard, “I will expect you back by then lad.”
“I’ll have it done sir” replied Rolland.
 
Rolland took the sword and wrapped it in a cloth and headed out of Sir Richard’s quarters and into the swarming castle. There was life everywhere. Maids, servants, knights, and guards were only a few. There were also squires doing chores like him as Rolland walked to the blacksmith.
“Being Squire to a famous knight requires a lot more work than I expected” Rolland thought, “I wonder what Delita is doing. Delita, Rolland’s best friend was also a squire to a knight and lived in the castle. Rolland was sweating with the swords weight and decided to get a break for water.
 
He decided to put the cloth wrapped sword on a nearby bench and strolled to the kitchen. Rolland daydreamed of how fun it would be to became a knight and go on adventures like Sir Richard and also remembered of how dangerous quests might be. Rolland finally came to the kitchen and had his fill of water. He walked back to the bench where he had left the sword to continue his chore. The only problem was that the sword wasn’t there.
 
“Theft!” cried Rolland into an empty corridor. Rolland frantically searched everywhere he was earlier, back-tracked his steps, asked almost everyone in the castle. He checked the time, one hour left. “If I can’t find the sword, Sir Richard will definitely expel me. It was such an easy task!” cried Rolland to no one. He searched again but hopelessly ended up where he first started.
 
Rolland slumped onto the ground and leaned against the wall. He had less than an hour to gather the sword and also take it to the blacksmith. Than he had to get it to Sir Richard before the ceremony started. How humiliated Sir Richard would be if he doesn’t have the sword with him during the ceremony! The worst thought was that it would all be Rolland’s fault. Rolland the Untrustworthy they would call him. He started weeping silently in the empty corridor.
 
“Rolland!” Rolland jerked his head up and quickly wiped the tears off his face.
“Hey Delita.” replied Rolland. Delita was dark haired with tan skin and was always cheery. Delita had snuck up on Rolland like he usually did. One thought Rolland always pondered over was how Delita found him all the time.
“You look worried.” said Delita, “What is it?” “Nothing.” said Rolland
“Well I found something so amazing today while on my chore!” exclaimed Delita.
“What?” said Rolland sounding curious.
“Well, I found a beautiful sword lying on a bench so I was going to give it to the king…”
“Where is it?!” yelled Rolland aware of the short twenty minutes he had left. “Quick!” 
“Okay, Okay It’s in my room but why are you so…” 
“Thank you so much Delita! You saved my life, literally!” yelled Rolland as he ran at top speed to Delita’s quarters.
“What?” said Delita, bewildered.
 
Rolland swiftly dodged passing priests, maids, fellow squires and ended up in Delita’s private quarters. The sword was on the table. It had obviously been unwrapped by Delita. Carefully Rolland wrapped the sword in the cloth and ran for the castle smithy noticing he only had fifteen minutes left.
 
Rolland stumbled into the armory and went to the blacksmith.
“What can I do fer ya young squire?” said the blacksmith. He was tall, muscular and stood at an anvil. Rolland uncovered the sword and asked the blacksmith to fix the sword. “Why sure, it’ll only take a coupla minutes.” There were only ten minutes left. Rolland watched the blacksmith polish and mend the sword on the anvil all the while losing his patience.
“Therya go, good as new.” said the blacksmith. Rolland took the sword in his hands. It looked as shiny as a silver goblet.
“Thank you!” said Rolland.
“Off ya go lad.”
 
Rolland bolted out of the armory and ran straight toward Sir Richard’s quarters. He had two minutes. Rolland turned a corner and bumped into Delita.
“What’s happening? I was looking for you everywhere…and why do you have the sword I found?” said Delita. 
“I’ll tell you later, I have to give this to Sir Richard!”
Rolland ran at full speed and disappeared down the corner. Delita looked even more confused than before. One minute left.
 
Rolland was sweating with the weight of the sword on his back as he ran to Sir Richard’s quarters. The door was just opening when Rolland made his final steps toward the door.
“Rolland my boy! You found and repaired my sword” said Sir Richard. 
“Found?...”
“Yes, I know that you lost my sword, rumors spread fast within the castle, especially of the commotion you made everywhere.” 
 “I’m sorry” began Rolland, “I…”
“And because of the consistence of your goal today, you have earned yourself a place with me to the King’s Ceremonial Feast. I’m proud of you Rolland.” 
“Sir Richard, thank you!”, Rolland was beaming with joy. 
“Now let us be off before we’re late” said Sir Richard.
“Certainly Sir” said Rolland as he walked to the throne room with Sir Richard.
 
THE END


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