Free Sicarius by Enrique R. Rodriguez

like he has a lot of problems. Kind of like our king.” 
    “Yes, our king, King Cynric—or like you put it, Ambrose, I have no king. The king of Incontinence has problems as well. It is like he cannot help but want more power. I guess that’s what you get when you have so much power, you want more. Well at least our king does not lie to us. Everything so far adds up to be the truth, I think. Hmm.” Aida places her hand on her chin to think. 
    Ambrose places the horses in two different horse cages. “Let us get out of these men’s way and go have a look at our room. These men will look after the horses from here.” Ambrose starts to walk toward the room with the girls fallowing. 
    Their room is in the upper deck of the ship. It is the captain’s room. The three head to the room, and Ambrose notices that all the men that work the ship are uneasy from their presence. Ambrose understands this is because of the orders he gave and the men having no choice but to follow. The three walk in the room. Ambrose closes and locks the door at a fast pace without showing the girls. 
    Aida notices that the sun has gone down and only shows a little light. Aida lights a candle. While the room is lit, Gytha sees how big and comfortable the bed looks. She runs and jumps onto it. Ambrose notices there is only one bed but a chair in a corner. “There are two of you and only one of me. Therefore, I will sleep here. You two can have the bed.” Ambrose points to the chair. 
    Aida walks to the bed and hands one of the quilts that were on the bed to Ambrose. “Well, at least have one of these, and give me your robe.” 
    Ambrose exchanges the robe for the quilt. “Here. Thank you for the repair. I was in need of a quick stich.” 
    “It is nothing. No need for a thank-you.” Aida opens the top door of many chests and closets in the room. “I am happy to do this for a friend. But do not thank me yet. I still have to find a needle and thread.” 
    Ambrose sits and studies the layout of the room. “I’m sure there are some in this room. After all, this is the captain’s room, and he must always keep his uniform in the best shape.” 
    Gytha recognizes how uncomfortable the chair is that Ambrose sits in. “Are you sure you do not need a bed?” 
    Ambrose stands to walk to the window to look into the night at the ocean. “I was trained to sleep in tight and uneasy spots. This is nice compared to other places I slept so do not worry.” 
    Aida is still looking around the room for a needle and thread. She stops for a second to look at Ambrose. “I am sure one of the men on the ship could give you a hammock to sleep on.” 
    “We should not bother any of the men anymore.” Ambrose rocks and catches his balance from the ship leaving the dock. “They already do not care for us. I do not want us to be tossed overboard.” 
    Gytha rolls her eyes. “Yeah, right. I saw you fight. You killed a man twice your size. You fight almost as well as my dad. You could take them all on without even getting a scratch.” 
    “You might be right. Although, as funny as it sounds, my being an assassin and all, I look to violence as my last resort.” 
    “My father would have said the same thing. Not the assassin part though. I miss him. You know, you kind of remind me of him.” Gytha smiles, holding on to hide her grief. 
    Ambrose turns back to the chair in the corner and heads to it, hiding his face while trying to think of something. “I, uh—” 
    “Found some!” Aida quickly changes the conversation and starts to repair Ambrose’s robe. “Well, I see we are moving. How long will it take for us to get there?” Aida walks to the bed to sit and begins to sew. 
    Ambrose lets out a sigh of relief. “When we wake, we should be there.” 
    Gytha is surprised. “Not far at all. I was expecting a week or longer.” 
    “Nope, only a day’s travel. It is not too far off this shore.” 
    “So tell us more about the group you come