Free Curse of The Seventh Sword: The Gauntlet of Feona by Kelechi Agu Page B

daughter is alive.” And there is a chance the blood of Miljorn still lives under my very nose.   “Prepare a team!  We shall leave for Gor immediately!”
     
    It was nighttime on the fifth day, and everyone was gathered in the living quarters of Matilom’s underground lair. 
    “It would see m we are ready to begin.”  Matilom said, as he walked in their midst.
    “Wher e are we headed?”  Davydd asked.  “We don’t even know where the gauntlet of Feona might be.”
    “No we don’t.”  Matilom replied.  “But we know where it last was, and that is the field of brave souls.”
    “But you were by my father’s side as he died.  You couldn’t just take it?”
    “No.  The gauntlet will only respond to Miljorn blood.  Any other mortal who attempts to wear it, loses their soul.  However, it seems somebody was able to at least remove the gauntlet from his arm.  To do so, would take very strong magic indeed.”
    “You are a wizard are you not?  If there is anyone who possess es such power, it is you.”
    Matilom looked down.  “Well… yes… but my power was greatly depleted at the time… It has been ever since.”
    “And why is that?”  Davydd asked.
    “You need not concern yourself with that.  However, I want you to know we did everything in our power to find it.  I suspected Sidion Vror of taking the gauntlet, but when we discovered he was searching for it too, that suspicion waned.” 
    Matilom turned to Max and nodded his head.  He turned back to Davydd as Max gathered everyone around.
    “I will explain everything on the way but we have to go now.  Segmiatus awaits us above, with the carriage and horses.”  With that Max opened up a huge portal, which immediately transported them to the surface of the forest, where Segmiatus awaited with a two-horse carriage, and three other horses.  Davydd walked up to the Angwelethean soldier and clasped his hands around Segmiatus’s. 
    “This is where we part ways my friend.  Wish me luck.”
    Segmiatus looked at Davydd perplexed.
    “ Where we part ways?  I’m not going anywhere Davydd.  This quest, your quest is mine too.  I’m going with you.”
    “No you’re not.  I cannot ask you to risk your life for me.  You are too valuable a friend.”
    “And what does that say about your feelings towards your other comrades?”  Segmiatus asked with a bit of anger in his voice.
    “Isn’t Ovar too valuable a father?  I’m not risking my life just for you the friend.  I’m risking my life for the true king of Angweleth, for Angweleth herself and for Terrianus.  And after all I’ve heard, and all I’ve witnessed, you ca n’t expect me to just turn around and go back.  We are in this together.”
    Davydd smiled.  “Thank you Segmiatus.”  He said as he climbed on board the carriage along with Princess Vannera, Ovar and Matilom.
    “Don’t thank me yet till this is over or until I am killed.”  Segmiatus said with a laugh.  Leo, Sam and Max had also mounted their horses. 
    “We are pressed for time.”  Sam said.  “Segmiatus, we will be heading for Windhaven.  Matilom has friends there who can shelter us while we stock up on more supplies for the journey towards the field of brave souls.”
    “Yes sir.”  Segmiatus replied.
    Sam made to begin moving, but stopped briefly and turned his horse towards Segmiatus once more.
    “Take heed that my two guardian brothers and I do not trust you as much as Davydd does.  If any one of us even suspects that you are a traitor, you’ll be dead before you know it… especially if it’s me.”
    Segmiatus’s skin went pale as he listened to Sam’s words.  Then he went red with anger.
    “I would never betray Davydd.  He’s like a brother to me.  Shall we begin?  We need to make ground before dawn.”
    S am nodded and the journey began. 
    Inside the carriage, Davydd looked on through the window at the misty forest, back in the direction of Gor.  He wondered if he’d ever