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Chapter Five Hundred and thirty-one : About your father (part four)


(part four)

“The order?” Blane asked.

“Order of Solomon’s Temple,” Nelson said. “That’s what the Templars are, officially. But again, my family are weapons makers. Or my father’s family. We made the Sword of Truth.”

“Oh yea?” Blane asked.

“It was said to have been commissioned by Ares, the God of War,” Nelson said. “I asked him about it, you know at dinner, but …”

Nelson smiled.

“What?” Blane asked.

“He seemed more interested in eating me,” Nelson said. “And not in a fun way.”

Blane laughed.

“But yeah, my father’s family made all of the weapons of acclaim,” Nelson said. “The sword that Perses wields, you know Jill’s father?”

“I know Jill’s father is Perses the God of Destruction,” Blane said.

“He carries the Sword of Death,” Nelson said. “It’s said to be lethal to any creature who even looks upon it.”

“But not the maker?” Blane asked.

“Well, that’s the thing,” Nelson said. “My father says that my ancestor was asked to make a weapon for an ancient God. My ancestor refused saying that the God would just kill him when it was made. Why bother? They haggled for a very long time. Years. Finally, the God agreed to give him protection from any of the weapons he made. That’s passed down in the bloodline.”

“Any idea what ancient God that might be?” Blane asked.

“Chronos?” Nelson shrugged. “Have you met him?”

“Not yet,” Blane said with a laugh.

“We’re not sure he’s still among us,” Nelson said.

“We?” Blane asked.

“The Templars,” Nelson said. “When they went to Jerusalem, they discovered that the Gods walked among us. They found the three fairy Queendoms …”

“Four,” Blane said.

“Four?” Nelson said.

“It’s complicated,” Blane said. “Go on.”

“Well, that’s just it,” Nelson said. “It seems that this ancient and secret knowledge all lives at the Castle.”

Blane smiled.

“We should ask Abi,” Blane said. “About Perses sword, that is.”

“Abi? The partner of that fairy prince? Uh, Prince Finegal?” Nelson asked. He blinked a few times before saying, “Wait, you’re not saying that she really is the first woman?”

“She and Gilfand are the first,” Blane said. “That’s just a fact.”

Nelson shivered.

“What happened?” Blane asked.

“Just frightening,” Nelson said. “She was joking with me about … and she’s … Do you think she knew what I am?”

“Probably,” Blane said.

They fell silent. They continued on the I-70 past lush pine tree forest.

“Maybe I should ask her about you,” Blane said.

Nelson laughed.

“Okay, how did it work?” Blane asked.

“What?” Nelson asked.

“We’re talking about your father’s life,” Blane said. “How was he brought into the order?”

“Oh,” Nelson said. “It’s a family thing. In the 20th century, you’re not brought into the order. You’re born there.”

“Both of your grandparents?” Blane asked.

“Of course,” Nelson said. “The blacksmith thing is passed from father to son. My father says it was just something that went on at home. But the order …”

Nelson took a breath and his hand went to his chest.

“Easy,” Blane said. “We’re just talking about things that happened a long time ago.”

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