CHAPTER FIVE HUNDRED and TWENTY-SEVEN
Friday evening — 5:35 p.m.
Pierre Semaines awoke to the sensation of the point of a sword pressing into his neck. Shocked, he opened his eyes. He looked at the sword and then the man-like person who was holding it.
“That sword won’t work on me,” Pierre said, mildly.
“And why is that?” the man asked.
“That is the Sword of Death, is it not?” Pierre said.
“What if it is?” the man asked.
“Try it,” Pierre said.
The man moved the blade away from Pierre’s neck and slid it down Pierre’s arm.
“As I said,” Pierre said.
The man squinted at Pierre. Undaunted, Pierre looked back. They assessed each other for a moment before Pierre shrugged.
“Good genes,” Pierre said. “Who might you be?”
“I am Perses,” the man said.
“The Titan?” Pierre asked.
Perses didn’t respond to such stupid questions. Instead, he looked at the sword.
“It’s been a long time since I checked, but I thought that you were in Zimbabwe,” Perses said.
“Rhodesia,” Perses said.
“Ah,” Pierre said. “You were outed in the revolution.”
Perses glared at Pierre.
“I thought the Sword of Death was lost,” Pierre said. “Were you looking for it in Zimbabwe?”
“Looking for it?” Perses asked, squinting at Pierre. “It was made for me. I’ve never lost possession of it.”
“That makes more sense,” Pierre said. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“You threatened my grandchild,” Perses said.
“I what?” Pierre asked. He thought for a moment and then laughed. “The boy or the girl?”
“The girl,” Perses said. “Katy. She is my youngest daughter’s child.”
“The mother who insists that Katy is a child?” Pierre laughed. “Now, that does make sense.”
Perses raised the sword again and then thought better of it.
“She said that the boy is carrying the Sword of Truth,” Pierre said. “How is that possible?”
“How is anything possible?” The man gave Pierre an impassive look.
Pierre scowled. The Titan could not kill him but he was under no obligation to answer Pierre’s questions.
“Fair enough,” Pierre said finally. He let out a breath. “I was quite charmed by the girl. And, I did not threaten her, and you know it.”
“Knowing about her is dangerous for her,” Perses said. “I came to impress upon you the need to hold your tongue.”
“You are telling me to keep the secret?” Pierre laughed.
Perses scowled. There was a knock on the door and Nelson stuck his head into his father’s room.
“Papa?” Nelson asked.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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