Tom Liberman - The Staff of Sakatha

Odellius laughed and his massive belly jiggled about wildly, “No, no, believe it or not, fifty-five years old, a knight of Elekargul for thirty-seven of them and this is my first twelve month as a mason. The First Rider, damn him the little shrimp, said I was getting too fat to ride into battle and thought a good outdoorsy type job might thin me down a tad.”

“How long have you been sculpting then?” said Jon as he walked back towards the piece and gave it a careful look. There were half a dozen more statues in the yard of various form but they all looked to be by the same hand.

“This is my third month of the twelve,” said Odellius and stood up tall but still a full foot or shorter than Jon. His chest filled with pride and the barrel was massive and clearly contained a huge amount of muscle under the layers of fat. “I started off a bit slow but I’m getting the hang of it. A well rounded knight is a good knight is the motto of Elekargul. You should have seen me when I was tailoring. The thread and needle aren’t made for ham hocks like these,” he said and grabbed Jon by the shoulder and gave the boy a squeeze like none he ever felt before.

It took all Jon’s willpower to keep a cry of pain from his mouth but he managed to contain himself and smiled at Odellius as his eyes almost burst out of their sockets. “You’ve done amazingly well, Odellius, what was the surname again?”

“Buffalorider,” said the big man and turned back to the stonework. “I’m going to give this another hour but then you meet me in the yard and we’ll have a tussle with the sticks. I can’t judge a man proper until I’ve battled him. Meantime you get on over to the Temple of the Black Horse and see if Sir Kentstus can set you up with a place to stay while you’re in town. I think the First Rider will be wanting to talk to you and you might as well stay here as go anywhere else. He could be riding anywhere on patrol but he’ll likely come by here to pay his respects to me and make sure I’m exercising properly.”

“There isn’t an inn in this town?” said Jon and looked around.

“You won’t find many of those in all of Elekargul. It’s considered inhospitable to have a stranger in town and not put him up. You might want to learn a little of our ways as well or you’ll be getting yourself in trouble,” said Odellius, smacking Jon on the back. The boy staggered forward a few steps.

“How’s that,” said Jon when he got his breath back.

“Don’t go admiring anyone else’s things,” said Odellius. “Here in Elekargul if a man needs something another man has, he just asks for it. He’s expected to give something of equal value in return naturally. We don’t tender coin for the most part although it comes in handy at times for dealing with outsiders. If you see something needing done then just go about doing it.”

“That’s an odd system. How do you get food, supplies?”

“You go to the shop you want and take what you need but bring something they can use. If you need a coil of rope take it but bring in hemp so they can make more or a few fish you caught out of the river so they can have lunch. That’s pretty much the way it is here in Elekargul,” said Odellius and nodded his head. “Most strangers don’t much ken to it but those of us that live here seem to like it just fine.”

“I can see how a stranger might well get himself in trouble. The mayor didn’t give me any advice on that but I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised,” said Jon with a shake of his head. “What could the mayor have against me when I only just got into town?” but his words went unheard as Odellius was already back at work with his chisel at the big stone in the yard.

It took Jon only five minutes to find the temple of the Black Horse, the giant placard of the rearing black horse being a dead giveaway, and shortly after that spoke with Sir Kentstus, a thin man with decidedly hawkish features that spoke of goblin blood in his veins.

“So you need a place to stay for a bit then, Sir Jon,” said the man scratching his chin. “I’d probably better ask someone without any impressionable daughters or there’s likely to be trouble,” he said with a wink to the handsome boy.

“I can keep myself in hand,” said Jon with a smile.

“Don’t be so sure, young man,” said the middle-aged knight with a shake of his head. “We teach our girls to take what they want just like a man. The only thing they can’t be is a knight unless they got the purple face disease as a girl and can’t bear any children. Any girl named Speed is as likely to saddle up on a big handsome fellow like you as not. We better put you with boys. You seem the heroic type, might inspire a few of the lads.”

“I’ve already met Sorus Brewer,” said Jon with a helpful smile. “He and I hit it off pretty well. Does he have a place in town?”

“Right he does,” said Kentstus with a smile. “He’s a big lad too, with dreams of glory. You might well be a good influence on him. He lives on the south side of town in a little house painted red. You tell him I said it was fine to stay there while you’re in town. Any idea how long you’ll be here? No one will say anything, but you can wear out your welcome if you stay too long. Has anyone explained our rather unique economic system to you yet?”

“Sir Odellius gave me a good lecture on it,” said Jon, “and I’ll try to be careful not to offend anyone.”

“He’s a good man that one is,” said Kentstus. “A lot of those Buffaloriders are a bit too free spirited for my tastes. I’m an Openpalm myself but Odellius is a fine man and he’s fought in many a battle over the years.”

“How does one become a Buffalorider?”

“You just choose the name that seems most appropriate when you gain knighthood,” said Kentstus with a shrug. “I think Odellius chose pretty well but he’d have been a fine Brokenhand. Too many of the boys who want to be heroes but don’t have the right stuff take the name Brokenhand these days. It used to mean something when I was a lad but not anymore. A crying shame. Brutus Brokenhand will be spinning in the grave no doubt.”

“I’d like to talk with you further about Elekargul, its religion, its founding, but Odellius wanted to meet me in the yard for something about the sticks, and I’ve got to find my horse and get things unpacked or I’ll be late.”

“Going into the yard with Odellius then are you,” laughed Kentstus and took a step back to size him up. “You might just be big enough to get a win but… well, that’ll be something to see. I’m sure you’ll draw quite a crowd and I have to say I’m interested in seeing it myself. Until then, sir.”

Jon gave a little bow, “Until then.” The gray knight then walked back outside and gave a long whistle although it was several minutes before his horse found him. They made their way to the house with the red door, managed to unpack in fairly short order, and then wandered about to find the yard. It didn’t take too long as there was a crowd already gathered in a large open yard where a number of wooden swords and helmets lay in orderly rows.

The cry of, “There he is,” sounded at about the same time as he spotted his destination. It was clear he was expected. “I’ll have to go easy on the old tub,” thought Jon to himself as he approached the throng. The people of Elekargul might think Odellius a great warrior but compared to the finest Tanelorn had to offer Jon didn’t think he’d have much trouble with an overweight fifty-five year old man.

There were several hundred people gathered at the yard and that number included the rotund knight. As Jon approached a couple of young men pulled on heavy leather breastplates, slapped iron helmets on their heads, took long practice swords from the pile, and walked out into the middle of the yard. They nodded at one another and a shout from a thin man at the edge of the pitch, “Go!” sent them to it. They began to spar at first cautiously and then with heavy strokes. Eventually one of the boys managed to catch the other a strong blow to the side of the head and the second went down in a heap to the applause of the spectators.