The King Of Cat' E-Book

H.L. Dowless

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

  This tale is one of intrique and adeventure, where the poor innocent has been so rudely insulted, and then accepts the ultimate challenge...to do battle or die for daring to resist the insult. In the end, not only does the protagonist excell in the challenge, he redeems the honor of his dealy beloved.

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H.L. Dowless

The King Of Cat'

the ultimate rise of an underdog

This story is dedicated to the glory of God Almighty, and my dear son, Stephan..BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

the ultimate rise of an underdog

King Of Cat'

In the month of April, when the leaves begin to spring from their wooden sepulchers, and the rains fall from the loft of high heaven above, so geared the mighty warrior, Sebastian Oswald for mortal combat. It had been four long days since the heavy white glove of his adversary had struck him across his face, which was frozen in shock. It had been four long days now since he had sworn the sacred oath, that he would die for his honors' sake.

There was not a man alive who should strike the mighty Oswald and walk away without a fight. So he told the man to meet him by the fork at Katsle Creek, and it was agreed that they should publicize a decree in the town of Catlerbury, so that the multitudes should have the opportunity to witness the great battle for honors' sake. Not only should it be posted upon the eve of every public building, as it was agreed upon, but at high noon the voice of the town crier should carry the glorious news to every lusting ear.

For four long days every lip had whispered the great news, and that news had been spread into three adjacent towns, and by the eve of the second day had been carried throughout simultaneously by their criers as well, and on farther still. For four long days now Sebastian had neither shown his face in public nor seen but a shimmering glimpse of the light of day.

On the very day of the challenge he had entered deep into the forests' heart to seek the wisdom of the prophet, Ziegle, who dwelt in the belly of the great mount, Froid. By all mortal men he had been utterly despised, so that no mortal man knew of his wisdom but a small chosen few. The great prophet even called them “one in two” for they had endured the same jeering remarks in regard to their bodily contortions, but the masses had underestimated the wealth of power stored within the faith of their minds, and in that of their fathers as well.

When he had entered into the sacred cave, the old man hugged him, saying repeatedly:

“My dear brother, behold I have heard! Is it true that you have vowed to die in your honor's sake, oh one of such a young mind and rash a heart?”

“It is true, oh chosen one, 'tis true, and I shall die if I need, but I have an unwavering faith in my skill with the sword and knife, and likewise in the power of prayer.”

The old man reached upward with a tawny, shriveled, trembling hand, placing it upon the hot cheek of the great warrior.

“So your decree shall be, young one. So your words have been sworn to oath.”

The old man slowly bowed before the great warrior.

“I am truly honored that you have chosen me to be your mentor.”

The old man then stood, saying:

“Come now, we shall plead to the Almighty for his assistance.”