The Shadow of the Accursed Executioner

Chapter 18: The Phase of Washing

A rise from the shallow pool of the fountain, I had went. A rising for it were of hands, silver gauntlets, they were. Which, for along now, then had I had inhaled with a sucking gasp for air like a devouring for deeper suction, then along now had I had gone of a cough then another, then a cycle of fits to remain till then to retain my rhythm, gradually, again.
For it, were a knight, I, to have witness...he, standing in the fountain with a loom over me and with the highs of his silver greaves to be submerged from within the fountain's shallow pool of clearly waters, too.
Which, now then along had the knight had begun to unbound me. But, had only unbounded me of the coarse rope till then below around the waist. And now as whilst for the knight would begin to cut away at the noosing of father's head which had dangled down against my chest.
Yet, now then I had dropped out of the fountain with bounded limbs, and into the bodies of pillagers and along with a deceased black hound, as the knight too, then had hopped on out and over from beyond the fountain's inner-rim now and had appeared over me again with another loom.
"DO YOU HAVE IT?" He said, his voice muffled and angered-toned, rough and hoarse and old-sounded, it be, of that of a true grump, is.

Sir Eng "The Beast" Horrows: King's Knight to the 156th Ruler of the Realm, and Knight Commander, of the Silver Garrison...

The knight had called while he had looked to me, from beyond the grits of his dirty, silver helmet. Stared to me like I had looked like a stranded dog that were devoid of all hairs to cope, nor able. And, for as I had witnessed to another silver knight to patrol over along through the corpses, and with he to impale into the skulls of squirming pillagers with his longsword, by pressing into the lower-sections of their heads. Evoking to the sounds of a low, wet squelch by each impalement.
Now, however, when the knight had called, he had raised his left hand as well and now another knight to have appeared behind me. Now passing me. The third knight to have given him a sturdy, black-knitted hood into the ordering knight's hand, a thick, and full-covered hood, it were, and, the knight to have held of an earthenware bomb from within the gauntlet of his opposing hand, too.
Yet, and now the knight before me, then had lowered his steel hands to touch my shoulders, and to have veiled me into dark...
Now, for the knight then had grabbed me and to have forced me to stand now, and to have guided me along thoughtlessly till somewhere. Now as I had continued to have wondered in my steps now over the cobblestones by his guidance, yet aimless and blindly, from beneath the concealment of this black hood.

It were into a dungeon I had appeared to, into a cell, of flaked walls, they, brown and coarse and to the corner there had be of a small bundle of hay and a wooden bucket, of dry-filled dung to the brim, as the light of a faded night now had begun to have glowed from above through a lane of slits from the ceiling. Of a surface above, of a shallow dungeon, I were in, and, all whilst I had continued to have watched with scarred, slain eyes into the hay of crawling roaches, and they too, to had be crawling across the surface of the bucket and along around the rim, as I had laid in bare silence, in bare nude, and with long cuts over my body, and my head laid over to the hard floor of the cell with a flop, resting across the ground and to a sided position, like I were longly asleep.
But I did not sleep.
But, instead, had continued to have stared into the roaches in paleness with dead, unblinking eyes, only. I, devoid of nothing. Broken. And now like a feel of black loss, like nothing no longer had be familiar around me, but instead, had it all be like a dream instead, yet, but for that-or any thoughts, to have tore away at me, too.
For Ayu, were no more. And father, were no more. Which, now to have thought, for Ayu's dream for my wish for true peace, the purest form, to merge us all as one, now, had be no more.
I, had thought.
Nothing. There, had be nothing, no more, yet. For Ayu's death to have tore away at my heart now and to have shelled me up inside, into like a deceased half-man, now, perhaps, but, that of like a soulless body, like a husk within a void mind now, only.
Pondered, and pondered, bleakly, I had, I laid, near as if no longer I were to breathe. Devoid of yet a will-yet, for this, to had feel all so pointless now, I, had thought. I, to have thought, from after having done to all my constant sobbing from within this cell, since when the knight had brought me here earlier through the latter hours of the dark, and before the light would begin to shine.