The Shadow of the Accursed Executioner

Chapter 21: The Tenth Seed

To the door Sir Eng had stood waited, and with the steeps of his black grits, had looked to perhaps between Kespin and to the king...to here, while the king would quill away from behind his dark, long table. With too, a forwardly long table and to behind the king looming were tall, crossed windows, with their tops reside rounded and draped thick-white and, though, with one remained peeled, for so upon would glow a slender, thick ray of middled-day light. The slim gape of the light browning the room throughout of piled papers, shelves a silvered jug of water, and surround by a few low goblets and, here be a round table reside across the room, of the realm's round world of precise markings of its walls and of its here many sectors.
"So?" Began Kespin, a question, evoking clear his voice to the king's quarters within this palace, the room of the king's duties as silent as be but a calming scrape off his white quill and in a faintly onward purring of Blek, by between Kespin's thighs, concealed from beneath the sight of the king by his desk. Continuing. "A little one of your squires had come barging in for me." He said, with a smiled voice, yet no, not of a smiled expression. "A good lad, of course..." He added, had assured to the king.
As yet, Kespin had paused his speech, returning thus silence then, upon this king's quarters.
As King Rhentehl, now had begun but to fold and to mark the letter he had scribed upon now by a flattened press, over its drying wax. A press into the red seal of the king's letter, and now he went risen to before the window of the raying light, then, to unlatch upon the glass.
"I trust that something is awfully severe? Since...you have summoned me here. And me, only, here..." Regardless, Kespin continued, expectant to a sense, out upon of deep matter. As now for the glass of the tall window had unveiled, partway out. Which then as the king were to whistle softly for the skies, then shortly, had a white bird were to arrive...

("Master... Descendant... For where thy message shall lead, today? ... Yes... Again... Is be, the Port of the Rat Tribe Village, more again. ... Very well. A Master... Descendant...")

Thus headed away, had the bird flew away, with the letter. With then had the king would look to its breeze through the sky glided away over the realm.
"I had assumed for my squire had inclined you upon the matter." Says the king, addressing, as he returns to his seat.
"He is your squire, your grace... Why would he speak the chimes of only what a king's ear is to know?"
"He... then, did not speak to you of the matter, I perceive." Replied back had the king in quizzical balance. With eyes, motionless.
However, now as Kespin's expression, had begun but to morph into a sense of realise.
To realise...
"...Oh?" And then he had thought, a piercing smirk, presenting all his weary expression. "A test. To our secrecy..." He, would answer, delighted to this, its thought. "So... Nothing is loosened... I see... Well..." Announcing. "A king's squire after all, then. To remain." He, to have said.
"Enough, only lows or nobles alike needs know in the realm." The king had implied, for expressed upon, rightful, onto cause.
And another, a long purring, would rumble off the body of his lazy, slumbered cat.
"Speaking of kings," Resumed Kespin, "did your Eyes, manage to apprehend your executioner? ...Or am I here, because they failed?"
He, to had wondered, now as the king would peer given in subtle slouching in his seat.
"The King's Eyes have failed the realm and its people." The king had said, concluded. "Therefore, you will be departing here today with Sir Eng, and with the First Garrison, to return the executioner." He said. "It is likely he has already faced self-severance of the curse." Then said. "...Was why the King's Eyes had exist for... A replacement...merely for the Black Suns, long ago..."
The king had admitted.
"What?" He replied, with loose gasp. "But why? Why must I go?" He thought. "I do not hold any battle prowess, unlike your knights or a unity of sentries!" He, exclaimed in reply, Kespin, had expressed evident in reason.
As now, however, King Rhentehl had begun but to peer across Kespin with an expression of stone, with not to a phase, to at all by against his spouted raise but rather now a conveying of satisfaction.
He would say, implying. "Whom better than the one who had shaped he, of his past self, hm? The organiser washes away, does he not?-"
Thud!!
Then a slam into the desk of the king's, a pound, flesh-hammer away onto the surface-yet, with even Blek's purring to have ended-and too, as Sir Eng to had screeched out half his blade now through the sheathe of his decorative longsword before even a blink.
"I am GOOD... at WHAT I DO..."
Kespin, had growled within sinister telling. Now as Sir Eng had marched over, right beside he, like if he were about to apprehend to he.
-Yet, but for the king would show his hand in sign for Sir Eng, but to cease upon his actions. "Oh, please-does it really look like I was going to kill him?! -Let alone even touch him?! ...You rock-head!" He called him, but toward Sir Eng's back, as he had stomped away only, returning to his corner. "Ah, then maybe instead I'll have him bard from the middle of a street, as well, then! Or-demand that our king shall carry out the remainder of his days, naked, instead! To display his balls of diamond jewels, as well...!" He said. For he had spoken out till foolishness from within these king's quarters...
Yet now then through a passage of momentary time, the browned room had fill silent.
As the king had remained unphased by the outbursts of Kespin.
But, as the king, now had looked with intent.
"Supposedly... I, to tell you this, Kespin..." He said, with, to a hint of assurance, relating. "But this...will be the last apprehension, to with these Black Knight Executioners..." He, to had stated.
With Kespin, but had remained quiet, and wearily attentive before the king, from within his opposed seating.
"For this, is the final confirmation... I did not tell you, yet." He continued, adding. "As, you are aware, that we have retained an ascertainment, of the dead, still. Of even, the first dead... of the black ones, since." He said. "And, you are aware that they are numbered. Past be all, as silver knights, one time... Now black..." He said.
As Kespin, continues to remain silent, with only an attentive sight, before the king.
"The numbers of their slaughters kept..." He told, "by all, my past mothers and fathers, of the realm, have brought me to choose, to my own conclusion, with this curse." He said, admitting, thus then, to explain. "For after enough killings, caused by one subject, they soon succumb to the self-severance of the curse..." He said. "And as you are aware...the executioners were established and formalised, by under the sole purposes of the Means Theory. Created, by King Ywyhel. The thirty-sixth's king's planning, to create a new form of order and justice, thus...experimentation, beneath." He digressed. "Of course, additionally hid from the people's knowledge..." He said. "Due, by its questionable intricacies of method. With all its attempt to discover, to the curse's purpose, and existence. Based onto the hopes, for to find, its true reason... One day."
"And all...so you would think, to protect the people... Yes yes." Spoke Kespin then, added, to the king's say, though, added then, furthermore. "To protect the people... The many...from this curse."
For he, to have said, elaborate of voice.
As Kespin had looked now, with a loose crossing of thighs, wondering now, within mild assume.
"...So, you will be betraying your past kings, then. Who...all pledged to this secret to keep, until your future or present legacies are to find, to this exact truth, of this curse." Says Kespin. An impressed and, yet, somewhat thought in displeasure, had assert his reply. "Well, tell me, your grace. Tell me... What made you really wanted to cease all of this?" He says, in of deep intrigue.
The king says. "Frankly, I have grown adequate to the matter."
"...But, this curse, your grace... Its appearances of self-severance, will not stop because you are authority."
The king would reply. "Self-severances, and curses..." He stated, wearily. "Do you not think that the people of the realm know already of the curse's existence, perhaps? ...You spend too much time excluding yourself..." King added. "The realm is a large world... And made larger by the people."
He, to had say.
And continued. "For I will continue to persuade influence upon the remaining devils of the east to our people, against their unruled ways." He announced, like in declaration. "To have it then, onward, today...any knight of the realm, hereby, be grant them, a new order." He said. "With it be this time, an order, by the curse, itself." He said. "Onward. Any knight, afflicted by the curse, shall proceed to this new command... Where, they will scour their remaining, cursed lives, throughout the outer-lands... with wares of fire, and blades, and a pouch of bread, and water, if only their afflictions allow them to such grasps." He, to have vowed. "Let it be, the remains of this curse shall see to it, to the remains of the devilled men and women, and children...just, as it were always meant to be."
The king to had said with accord.
"Quite, a literal curse..." Kespin, had said, then. "To track whomever pillagers remain." As well, to have said. Continuing, then letted out, a faint sigh, he said. "No matter what we do, somebody will always die..." He grieved with pretendence. "And without an executioner, the inevitable will only begin to fester." Told, toward the king. "Which what is one life to the realm, each time, your grace? Instead, to its comparison?" He, to have said.
Kespin, for to of lingered his tone with implication toward the king.
For the king were to turn silent, then. Then, in passing moments now, he had stood, to before the lighted window, to have peered upon the sky of the raying sun, of its clear, field blue, but of littleness strips, of pass, diced clouds across.
As eventually the king would return to his seat, now, and sees back into Kespin's eyes, with the king's eyes, in displays of certainty.
"Shortly, a message will arrive to the port." He said. To begin. "For Sir Eng, here, and with his First Garrison, are to lead you under his capable hands. To escort you through this journey. Until, you are able to subdue the executioner, together." He said. "As, you will subdue his mind, and while the garrison, shall subdue him, under any means, practical." He says.
Kespin, yet acknowledging the king but all while his expression were to change into a glow of concern and, seemed confusion.
"You...had sent a message... to the port? Your grace...?" He thought, had spoke in steadied nerve. "F-Fine." Kespin, to reply then profusely sudden, resuming back forth to the king's ordeal upon the topic of he to go. "But why the port?" Then asks. Then now Kespin's expression be a change now to realise, arise. "...We...are not going, to where I think-we, to be going?!"
"Yes." The king answered stiffly. "...You will be departing for the island." He said.
"And what type of mind powers are to make you think?! That he, is so surely, to even be there?!" He released, scold over the king in disbelief, and not too steeped in anger, rather, but received, to a jolt of frustration, by the king, instead.
"Hmph."
As the king now would smirk for a spent moment upon his seat, then to morph to already back to his expression, of a straight, and stern, demeanour.
"I am to think," He sighed, with rebuttal, "because the executioner has a bastard daughter." He said. "And a dead woman. The mother. Dead. Of what has been reported to me additionally, by trustful sighters." He added. Then Rhentehl, would add, furthermore. "The man is cursed." King, to have stated, adamant in reason. "Which means, his blood. His daughter. Is now within a state of perpetual sleep." He said.
For the king, continuing.
And now to have said. "Did you know for part of the thirty-sixth king's Means Theory would consist of stonemasons and carpenters, to have built a cottage for the Black Executioners, to live out his days." The king would tell. "But they, too, had added a small boat, and equipment, to the cottage, to be reminded of the voices." He said. "A way out... For the cottage were built, for if any were to escape toward the east, which would lead to the sands of Aragenn's origin, across the seas." He said.
"W-Wait." He replied. Kespin, now had rose from his slouching position upon his seat, now, and to focus. "This housing, you speak of... Built, from within these dense woods... Are you to tell me...that its east wall, had served as a compass, this whole time? To find executioners... if ever they had escaped, their apprehension??"
"Why, it be under your nose this whole time..." The king would remark, assumedly. "We are to be cautious of ears, Kespin," He lectured, "since why I did not explain this to you yet. And since you so deeply insist upon this as far as to continue consuming our time here... in regards of how I know." He said. "I can inform you here..." He said, in agreeance.
"..."
"So, even for you, the organiser, knows not, of their full chants, I see." He said. "Deeply ironic. Yet you, to lead the people of the washing, regardless." He said, added, then, for to say. "For you, had never seeked out, the entirety of the Phase of Washing's chants." He said, knowing. "You, had only remained at the beginning, and would return then by at the end of their washings, throughout, to the mouldings, of our child knights and along for that one man." He said.
For the king had expressed, with his tone grew hidden, by at the ends of his speak.
He said. "'As the curse will order you east, take the boat'. 'As the curse will order you east, take... the boat'."
The king had chanted, in slight-ominous speech, a poor imitation, that as poor as is overly subtle... It, the king's voice.
"O..." Replied Kespin, and letted out a nasal, act tone, devoid, of surprise, yet, fill of realise... "O, so the Phase of Washing did speak out another chant... How, subliminal..." He, to have wondered now, in little remark, in played surprise, then says. "All these chants, and their minds, still anew..." He, to have thought, then.
"Yes." Then the king to have answered. "That is because you lead, and advise, while, I, command." He, to have said. The king, assuring upon Kespin with subtle reign from his dim-blue eyes, continuing. "But resulting in all this. The executioners have become choiceless, black knights. And a choiceless man, under these circumstances, means a man, who can be found." He said, rightful, and, devising.
As Kespin, but had remains before the king with no assuredness, to seem.
"Therefore. Do you know what a choiceless man is now willed to do?" Now says the king, continuing. "They will seek, for a legend..." He says.
Now, and to have said...
"...For the Host of the Curse."