LEGEND OF NEVETSECNUAC - ON THE WAY TO THE CAPITAL - SECTION 6

 NEVETSECNUAC

 LEGEND OF NEVETSECNUAC - ON THE WAY TO THE CAPITAL - SECTION 6

 

Nevetsecnuac had felt a twinge of pain as the blade had, just then, carelessly, or perhaps deliberately; cut a thin sliver into the flesh across his throat, making the blood trickle down both sides of his neck.

Unflinching, Nevetsecnuac smiled at Zonar Kuntzu.  "I'm ready for another bout (session), in fact I’ve been looking forward to break (end) this tiresome monotony; however, you must first excuse my unceremonious greeting of you."  He then shifted to lessen Zonar ‘s hold, but try as he might, he found himself solidly pinned, trapped under the other's oppressive hold.  Worse still, he could feel the blood coursing in his veins gradually ebbing (slowing down, fading)  robbing his vitals, his entire body, of the essential lifegiving force; that same instance, he felt as if slipping into a catatonic state, limbs weighed down like a solid rock or a huge bronze pot in defiance of his will,  refusing to budge even in the slightest.

Zonar Kuntzu seemed oblivious to this impediment; he only noted the fleeting shadow of concern registering in Nevetsecnuac's eyes and so, Zonar grinned, "You hesitate? Lest you fear, I have only lost miniscule faction of my powers?"

“Well, do you wish to fight me or not?  I never pegged you for a spineless opponent!” He let go and stood away. “I’ll give you a headway in strike, go on!”

Nevetsecnuac wished to respond but he could neither part his lips, nor was he able to utter the slightest sound; instead, only a frustrated, guttural (rasping, rough) gurgling came from his throat.

 

01- ZONAR CHALLENGES NEVETSECNUAC  ONCE MORE

 

Zonar’s subsequent response was baffling to Nevetsecnuac, especially since the other looked as if offended (aggrieved, angry, hostile) for a fleeting moment or two- by some perceived, brazen, insulting declaration (challenge) issued forth from Nevetsecnuac’s mind.

"You are far too reckless or brave, goading me so; nevertheless, I’m in no hurry to end your life, not just yet.  Not before I have some fun, but I fear it may prove to be no contest at all and, worse still, it may even bore me."  Pursing his lips disdainfully, Zonar, so uncharacteristically, coldly ejected and then shrugged.

 "After all, I do possess an unfair advantage over you.  Or have you so readily forgotten how I'm now very well acquainted with your fighting style, as well, know your innate (inadequacies) limitations? “

“That's right, suffice to say that what we shared before, glorious as it may have seemed to you, was only a trifling test run.  What you encountered then, and found so hard to defend against, even after the loss of my talisman, was but one twentieth of my force and ability."  Suddenly Zonar’s countenance turned dark and his expression fierce.

 "Damn you!" he swore, gritting his teeth.

"Why the hell did you not stay where you were safe, instead of paying a pilgrimage to that worthless Heaven's Gate Spiritual Temple, the den of mercenaries and spies?  That vile, cursed place should have been razed to the ground long ago, along with all the rest.  You thought they would be worthy of your trust because they were duty-bound (obligated), functioning under the cloak of faith?  Now, regrettably, you will have to be slayed.  You will all have to be eradicated (eliminated), including your newborn twin son and daughter."

Zonar grimaced wryly, then added thoughtfully, "Yes, save for one; your wife, who has been promised a safe delivery into the hands of Emperor Deng Hedenko of Kontu, by my Sovereign Lord (of Korion), therefore, sending me on this execrable quest (odious mission).  But alas, I his loyal subject have been entrusted with this task."

 

02- EMPEROR OF KONTU DENG HEDNEKO

 

"What!  Lord Asger (Asger Thuxur Marrog Zhon) and the twins will all be killed?  My wife… my precious, beautiful Teuquob, will be at the mercy of Deng Hedenko, that rancorous (malign) villain?"

Zonar’s announcement (declaration) had sent a terrible lightning bolt (strike) through Nevetsecnuac's brain; next, an all-consuming, searing rage had coursed through his veins and exploded in his chest.  His soul recoiling in terror, he clenched his fists until his knuckles (turned white) cracked.

Externally, Nevetsecnuac’s face had contorted somewhat tragically, his eyes revealing only a fleeting glimpse of the raging, conflicting storm that tore up his spirit (core); with

remarkable will thence, he checked this rising fury that threatened to unhinge (unbalance) him. “No,” He determinedly rejected the present reality; and moments later common sense had edified (enlightened, informed) him to the truth, that this person before him, was someone other than Zonar.  Though he bore Zonar’s (likeness) physical form, had similar eccentric (quirky, odd) attributes- his innate character, his demeanor nevertheless was slightly off, and it could be said even quite odd (alien).

Nevetsecnuac could not rightly pinpoint the reason, but his intuition, the inner dread surmounted with the foreboding feeling just then, had thus constricted (confined, held, caged) his soul in a primordial vice (pure evil).

  

"I'll release you from the spell (incantation) that binds you, soon enough," Zonar meanwhile, had promised hardheartedly (stonily). "So that we may resume where we’d left off; however, I trust that, before your glorious end, you will furnish me with one more memorable battle."

"You'll have that, and more!" Nevetsecnuac hissed, his tongue now released from the oppressive hold to the utter amazement of Zonar.  For Nevetsecnuac somehow with his innate prowess (ability), had broken the spell. 

 

03 - NEVETSECNUAC BREAKS THE SPELL

 

“You never cease to amaze me.” But before Zonar could react and shoot out searing beams from his pupils, pre-emptively Nevetsecnuac's two fingers of his right hand had targeted Zonar's blazing eyes while the left hand grasped Zonar's wrist clutching the hilt of his sword.  In a contest of strength next, the blade was forced away from Nevetsecnuac’s throat and cast off to one side, as Nevetsecnuac simultaneously rolled his body, to pin Zonar under him on the wet ground.

“I will not be underestimating you again.” Zonar's glaring expression mutely warned.

"Give me one, just one good reason why I should spare your life." Nevetsecnuac demanded through gritted teeth as his right hand gripped Zonar's throat in a death hold.

"What duress, what measure of political liability (millstone) has Hedenko over your Sovereign that your liege would force such a cowardly onus (to murder innocent children and to abduct woman for delivery) onto you, his loyal subject?"

Half blinded by the blood oozing from his eye sockets, Zonar remained unrelenting and defiantly spat into Nevetsecnuac's face, gurgling, "Go to hell!"

Then, by no means helpless, in the ensuing contest of strength Zonar, the summoned sword’s hilt once more in his grip, his legs tightly wound around Nevetsecnuac's waist, the two, interlocked as they were, rolled until at one point they both went over the precipice and, after falling some measure as they scraped the jagged, protruding rocks, plummeted headlong into the depths of the lake.

Zonar, being the first to be freed from the choking, trapping net of submarine growth, swam ashore then, brandishing his sword in readiness to hack, watched, and waited for his adversary to surface next.  His fiery eyes, miraculously mended, combed the crystalline depths beneath the gently undulating waves; suddenly however, Nevetsecnuac sprang up out of the water and somersaulting in the air over Zonar's head, landed on his feet squarely behind him.

Turning around in a flash to confront Nevetsecnuac, Zonar grimaced at him wryly.  "I shall certainly miss your amusing calisthenics.  Perhaps Lord Asger Thuxur Marrog Zhon, your aged, crippled teacher, could be persuaded to perform the same; that is, if he survives the first encounter with me."

Zonar was being deliberately provocative, hiding the fact that he had, in fact, felt a secret empathy and lasting admiration for that honorable old Lord, in view of all that he had heard and learned about him.

"Don't flatter yourself with your overrated confidence," came, Nevetsecnuac's hot retort.  Narrowing his eyes next, he demanded, "So, you still want to go through with this?"

"You expected less?"

"Then I shall be forced to stop you.  This time, however, you won't be cheating death so easily." Nevetsecnuac warned coldly.

In fact, he was stalling to attain more information about the informants, the spies inferred by Zonar, though he was not entirely sure how he would convey this vital message to Lord Asger Zhon once this adversary was bested (defeated) in combat.

 

04- NEVETSECNUAC

 

“Perhaps I would encounter another brave, loyal soul like Fradel Rurik Korvald, whom I can implicitly trust.” His reflections were just then rudely interrupted by Zonar's roaring laughter, "You?  You think you're capable of stopping me?”

After which he knitted his brows and bellowed at Nevetsecnuac, “Look who is overrating their skill!"

 Zonar pivoted away, then swung back again snorting angrily, "You talk so big, but what makes you think you're still good enough?"

 Zonar’s eyes (with no evidence of prior injury) completely restored to norm, he now narrowed his eyes and fiendishly warned: “If you had any sense, you would beg for mercy or flee to safety.  But I know your kind all too well.  You're so full of foolish notions of honor and idealism; you’ll never condescend (deign) to a reprehensible recourse (alternative, options) however reasonable, however sensible. “

“You are too foolhardy to concede (admit)to the truth, of what lies starkly before you, the evident hopelessness of your situation.  Blinded by faith you will hasten towards your death; go through hellfire, unflinchingly, wouldn't you, to achieve your goal?"

Zonar spat out the irate words, not giving Nevetsecnuac (single) any chance to respond.  "This you would do, despite the overwhelming odds against you, counting on posterity to log (register) your fame, relying only on Heaven's might to assist you in your righteous cause.  Hah!  Foolish martyrs that your kind always are, you would hasten to your death, never coming to grips with the Universal Truth: that man stands alone, fights alone, and dies alone, without any interference or least regard from Heaven.  After all, why should they take any heed in the mundane affairs of insignificant straw dogs like you?  One pitted against many?  Hah!  Courage and ability alone, however admirable, are not nearly enough when confronting a cunning, ruthless, formidable force.  Patience, good planning, strategy, and proper reinforcements are what are needed here most.  And don't think I don't know why you are headed to the Capital, Channing. “

He shook a reproachful finger at Nevetsecnuac.

"But I ask you, without all this that I have enumerated, how do you propose, I mean what makes you think that you will succeed where others have failed, and failed miserably?  You think that you're invincible?"

Nevetsecnuac just then was reminded of the magic brush, which Zonar had earlier gifted him and his had absentmindedly reached into his inner pocket (to retrieve it); but his hand failed to find it. It was gone!

“What are you searching for?”  Zonar growled.

Another evidence of a sure discrepancy in his character.  Nevetsecnuac, musing, looked down. Furthermore, Zonar’s inability to detect his thoughts (read, decipher his mind), confirmed Nevetsecnuac’s earlier suspicion that this person before him was only an impostor and a poor impersonator of Zonar at that, though assuredly, he was an assassin.

Nevetsecnuac sharply looked up to now say this, when Zonar just then clearly irritated, held up his hand, keeping any response from Nevetsecnuac. With his darkened countenance, he simply shook his head and next, scowling, looked away; but then shrugging his shoulders, he muttered: "Besides, what's the big urgency, eh?"

 

05-ZONAR KUNTZU -  (17)

 

Directing his gaze back at Nevetsecnuac he asked, "What are a few more years of waiting when twenty have already passed?  Unless” He opened his eyes wide. "Unless the secret had been revealed to you only recently…  Ah, now I understand.  It all makes sense."

Zonar nodded his head as conflicting emotions surged in his chest.  Once he, too, experienced Nevetsecnuac's type of impatience.

When he addressed Nevetsecnuac anew, his tone lacked the fire and brimstone, the remonstration, anger, and spite and was, instead, sympathetic and grave.

"Yes I, too, hold loyalty and filial piety as the duties most paramount to every man.  Though I care little for the affairs of your Country, I respect what you are aiming to achieve.”

“It is because I understand that I am now prepared to give you, sir, this leeway, this last chance, so that you may fulfill your life's objective.  All I ask, no, I demand in return is your promise of non-interference.  It is imperative that this condition be met for… then,”

“No, hear me out, first!"  He froze Nevetsecnuac's response with a gesture of his hand.

"Just take me on my word when I say that I cannot fail in my duty to my Sovereign Lord for, if I did, then dire, irreversible consequences would befall my Country. Fact is, we are forced by circumstance to bid our time; any premature deployment of our armies will prove disastrous, to say the least."  He had absentmindedly murmured this last phrase to himself as he had looked away then, reverting his piercing gaze back on Nevetsecnuac, he stressed, "Abide by this condition and I will spare your life and allow you to be on your way.  Otherwise, sir, I will not be held (accountable) responsible for what I will then be forced to do, for I have sworn to obliterate all opposition, however innocent, that stands in my way.  Have I made myself clear?"

"Perfectly…"  Nevetsecnuac answered sharply. “But it is most offensive to me, sir, that you would even consider proposing such an option to me.  More injurious still, you clearly expected an affirmative response."

 His voice rose with his mounting outrage, "How can I sacrifice the lives of those whom I'm sworn to protect?  How can I stand idly by and let you live to cause injury to Lord Asger Zhon, to my innocent son and daughter, and to let you abduct my wife and cast her into a fate far worse than death?  I will fight you, fight to the end of Earth if needs be, to prevent this from ever happening!"

"You sorely disappoint me, young man." Zonar's thunderous, reproachful voice interrupted Nevetsecnuac.  "Just whom do you bear your allegiance to?  Answer me this; what has been your prime objective all along, if not to avenge your forefathers?  For assured success, you should have hardened your heart.  Are you willing to risk it all for the sake of a mere woman, and an old man, and puny children?  Mark my words, this weakness will be your undoing."

"I'll be risking nothing since I do not intend to lose to you or any other.  Hence, your ominous prediction, sir, is unwarranted and farfetched."  Nevetsecnuac, though perplexed, retorted angrily.

"I thought I understood you well, but it seems I have erred." Zonar groaned, gritting his teeth.  Then, shifting his body impatiently, he scoffed, "I've wasted far too much precious time on you as it is, more than I cared to."

He was about to launch his deadly assault on Nevetsecnuac when, forcing restraint on himself, he stayed his hand and commanded, "Halt!  The Tokiro Code of the Warrior will not permit me to take on an unarmed foe."

Disregarding Nevetsecnuac's protest, he shot up into the air to land on the crest of the hill, disappearing shortly after.

"I've had just about enough of your stalling tactics.  I dare you to fight me now!" Nevetsecnuac shouted after him then, following suit, launched himself onto the hilltop.

Spotting Zonar in the distance, he rushed after him to engage him.

 Zonar, at first spreading the distance between them, swiftly delved into, then out of the previously hidden, deep cavern, to now stand at its gaping mouth with his feet firmly planted wide apart on the hard ground. With one difference, he was also armed with two sheathed swords, as he waited in a menacing pose with a scornful smile plastered on his lips, for Nevetsecnuac to catch up.

When Nevetsecnuac reached the right proximity, Zonar, shouted, “Catch!”, and in a flash, hurled one of the swords at him.

Nevetsecnuac, still running, reached out his hand and grasped the hilt of the sword in mid-air as it was about to sail by, instantly unsheathing it.

 "But what's this?"  Nevetsecnuac was taken aback, for this was not the sword he was expecting to have.  Rather it was Lord Asger Thuxur Marrog Zhon’s ancestral sword, the very one he had entrusted into Fradel Rurik Korvald's care.  He could not hide the fleeting horror in his eyes as he looked up to rivet his fiery, questioning gaze on Zonar.  Holding it up, he demanded in a fierce shout, "How did you come by this?"

The response was a roaring, earth-shaking laughter after which Zonar gnashed his teeth and confirmed Nevetsecnuac's worst fear, "Your head will soon be joining that of the man whose name you have assumed."

"And what possible danger did he pose to you, you are vile, despicable assassin?" Nevetsecnuac cursed furiously, his face knotted with rage.

"He was on his way to join up with Lord Asger Thuxur Marrog Zhon, was he not? What difference would it make, then, where he expired?" Zonar retorted with sarcasm and a bemused smile as he shrugged his shoulders and scoffed.

 

06-NEVETSECNUAC  32

 

"You…You will pay for this outrage murdering swine!" Nevetsecnuac, in a passionate fury brandishing his sword, launched his deadliest assault on Zonar.

The opponent swiftly deflected the blow and, in a twirl, hacked back at Nevetsecnuac.

Nevetsecnuac, rendering this lethal onslaught ineffective, averted the sword's successive deadly strikes, then somersaulted into position to thrust the blade into Zonar's side; only to have Zonar swerve nimbly and miss it by a sliver.

The next instant they were interlocked in the fiercest, most fatal combat yet, that defied all description and made their previous clashes seem more like mere child's play.

Zonar proved as good as his boast and, during subsequent countless rounds, Nevetsecnuac, despite his competence, suffered severe wounds and serious, deep lacerations to his legs, arms, chest and face.

In the ensuing twenty or more bouts of fray, as Nevetsecnuac effectively confronted (tackled) Zonar's invincible prowess, even though he deflected a multitude of deadly blows, thrusts and strikes and, with his superb skill and agility, held his own for a long time, to later succeed in inflicting some serious wounds and slashes on Zonar, in the end, with his strength slowly ebbing, to his dismay Nevetsecnuac was forced to concede to the possibility of his probable (foreseeable) defeat.

Suddenly however, the images of his beloved (his uncle, wife, and children) manifesting in his mind’s eye, anew regenerated his fortitude and zeal.  Letting go a most fearsome, blood-curdling shout, Nevetsecnuac ducked, dived then executed his most brilliant, incredible maneuver yet, to in one lightning sweep of the blade sever (hack) Zonar's head at the neck (collar).

The bloody head, cleared off the torso, tumbled onto the ground and rolled some ways before being arrested by a rock.

Nevetsecnuac barely had time to reflect on his success, however, when, to his amazement and great horror, he witnessed the decapitated body of Zonar slowly rising from the ground to advance towards where the bloodied head lay still.  The head, meanwhile, quavered then, dislodged from the ground, simply hurled up and joined with the severed stump.

 

07-ZONAR KUNTZU - 2 (33)

 

The head now on the nape and perfectly aligned, the bloody line sizzling and emitting a blue iridescence, subsequently dissolved, fused (bonded, merged) with the body.

Once more a whole being, Zonar suddenly opened his eyes wide and, turning burrowed his fiery gaze into Nevetsecnuac.

With a snarl on his lips he declared, "Fool!  You can't kill me!  Don’t you know you can't kill an immortal?”

“Ha!  Ha!  Hah!  Your best and only recourse would have been, is to take a flight… to scram. Now, I'll have your head and, your soul will be condemned for all eternity rot in Hell!"

Throwing his head back, Zonar first howled like a wolf, and then with an eerily laugh, launched anew his murderous assault on (a tad stunned) Nevetsecnuac.

 

"I'll show you how even an immortal can be killed!"  Though disheartened for a spell, Nevetsecnuac bravely thwarted each consecutive blow then shifted to an offensive with more lethal strikes. During the seemingly eternal, succession (series) of intense, pitched scuffle, Nevetsecnuac, nevertheless, soon realized that he could not exhaust this formidable foe even after hundreds more such skirmishes, let alone vanquish him.

 Same could not be said of Nevetsecnuac, for the incessant fierce combat eventually taking its toll, his stamina ebbed, and he was once more forced to fight defensively.

 In this dire circumstance, before Nevetsecnuac could further retaliate or utilize his only viable option to flee, Zonar, at lightning speed wielding three consecutive strikes with his indestructible sword, dealt Nevetsecnuac’s fate an irreversible, calamitous turn.

The first decisive blow broke the blade of Lord Asger’s ancestral sword, as if it were a tender twig, into two halves.  The second blow came from the hilt of Zonar's sword. It struck so hard on Nevetsecnuac's top of the head that it split-open an inch deep gash in his skull.  As Nevetsecnuac fought against disorientation, excruciating, throbbing pain, the dizzying, whirling, fast failing vision (eyesight), Zonar, glaring venomously at Nevetsecnuac, in a third strike, swung his sword wide to... Before Nevetsecnuac could ask, “Could this be the end?”  Whoosh … The raw blade in an instant severed Nevetsecnuac's head clean through at the nape of his neck.

 

(END OF SECTION 6)

                                                                                ~

THE FISHERMAN'S PRIZE - PART 12

 

LEGEND OF NEVETSECNUAC

THE FISHERMAN’S PRIZE

(SECTION 12)

 

   It was now nearing the end of the monotonously laborious third week, dreary without the companionship of Zianko, when Kaimu was suddenly awakened in dead of night with an urgent need to relieve himself. His eyelids leaden with sleep, he’d gone about doing his business as usual at the outdoor latrine, when suddenly his keen hearing (ears) picked up a faint, shuffling sound emanating from the direction of the storage shed. By now the storage shed had been turned into a makeshift barn, to provide adequate security and shelter for the highly prized commodity, the horse. 

Kaimu again cocked his ears and listened more intently, hoping it would be the wind but pegging it to be some intruder, men or a beast!  In all this time Zianko had been strangely absent. As one could never be sure of his activities or his cohorts! …Hmm! No mistaking it! “Blast... the horse…the money!” Kaimu growled.

He had flatly rejected the presumed ill-gotten sum. But Yoansu going behind his back had surreptitiously offered the money to Ensa and upon his insistence- with his coaching she’d hid it in the shed for future emergency. Of course, little or nothing escaped Kaimu’s scrutiny; nevertheless, weighing the alternative, he’d turned a blind eye to this deception.

“The scent of cash always draws the waywardly thieves!” Kaimu grumbled under his breath, as he for a moment or two considered fetching his son. But that might allow the culprit or culprits, time to finish the job, or worse, to escape with the booty! He therefore quickly armed himself with a staff, then made his swift, silent, bold advance towards it (the shed) in that pitch darkness, determined to confront this impending danger head on. With his adrenaline pumping he was prepared for the worst scenario.

As he neared the door, he noted that the shuffling noise had suddenly ceased, giving way now to panting, gasping sound.

“Crap!” No doubt about it, the money was being dug up!

 Kaimu’s hand poised to strike with a raised staff, he soundlessly (entered) glided into the shed. The place was shrouded in darkness except for the feint light at the far corner, behind towering pile of logs.  Owing to this scant lighting he could discern that the carefully laid out trap, in front, was not sprung. Nor were the ingeniously placed juxtaposed stacks of dried rations and other such supplies, in any way disturbed. The horse was uneasy but otherwise untouched! Hmm! Perhaps only after the procurement of the booty, the thief meant to make his get away with the beast all loaded up. But how did the culprit so skillfully evade all the pitfalls; furthermore, know just where to dig?

I’ll show him to mess with me!  When Kaimu with his adrenaline pumping veered the corner, the appalling scene that greeted his eyes simply took his breath away.

He was prepared for anything but this!

There before him stood not a ruffian intruder holding a shovel, but his own worthless son, naked to the waist, after his apparent groping, now about to totally disrobe and molest the unconscious, frail body of Jiense.

What happened after that was all but a blur to incensed Kaimu!

He’d seen red, and with the fierceness of a tiger, he’d pounced on Yoansu! There was a brief, but violent scuffle. Unfortunately, Yoansu was in far better shape and so owing to his youth, he easily bested Kaimu. Enraged as he was, Yoansu uncharacteristically, nevertheless, had constrained himself from dealing his father a death- blow. But this had not been an easy feat; for it had taken all his willpower and might, to curb his unbridle fury.

When Kaimu regained consciousness, he found himself tightly bound and gagged. His son squatted on the floor with his downcast gaze, head cupped between his hands, in deep remorseful ponder.

Kaimu’s first concern had been with Jiense. Despite his restraints, he managed a slight shift of his body to catch a glimpse of her. Thankfully, she lay there, as before, seemingly untouched, in the same shape and way when he’d interrupted Yoansu’s aim.

“Good, you’re conscious! Hope I didn’t rough you up too much, any broken bones?” Yoansu’s phony concern infuriated Kaimu. He struggled to free himself from his bonds, but without much success.

“Before I let you go, I want to talk to you.” Yoansu snorted dispassionately, wiping the wry grin from his face.

Seething in rage, Kaimu glared back at Yoansu. But unfortunately, his despicable son who towered over him with his strong physique was no longer a meek offspring.  He could no longer be made to yield to his will. When Yoansu in a single swift stroke cut the restraining gag across his mouth; hence, allowing him the chance to speak- “villainous scoundrel!” Kaimu barked. “What have you done to her?” He then growled, as he, same time indicated the unconscious Jiense with his chin.

“Nothing much, thanks to you!” Yoansu smirked. “Oh, you mean, how come she’s still unconscious, knocked out cold!” He then realizing the rest of his loaded question grimaced wryly. “I’ve just slipped in a potion (potent sleeping drug) to the pot of tea. That’s why all the womenfolk are dead to the world. Don’t worry, aside from a slight headache, a hangover, it’s deemed a relatively harmless one.”

“And I was unaffected, because I chose wine.” Kaimu grumbled, finishing Yoansu’s explanative.

“You are usually a sound sleeper, especially after consuming all that wine.” Yoansu shrugged. “Had you not interrupted, she would have been tugged back into her bed, never knowing the difference.”

“This the first attempt?” Kaimu had to ask.

“Yes, if you must know, her virtue is intact, for now that is!” Throwing his head back Yoansu laughed uproariously. It was a chilling, cynical laugh that reverberated in that icy air and sent shivers down Kaimu’s spine.

“What a vile, loathsome creature you are- how can you be of my flesh?” Kaimu spit at the floor, cursing the day of Yoansu’s birth. “Had he known, he would have…”

As if surmising this, Yoansu’s face just then became taut, “Now let there be no misunderstandings here.” With a voice full of venom, he barked at his father. “I don’t care piss all what you think of me anymore! And know this, I want her, and I mean to have her with or without your consent. Have I made myself clear?”

A dark shadow suddenly descending over his murderous countenance, he then added, “And don’t think I’m above killing you. For mother’s sake however, I am willing to spare your life. For her sake I am willing to negotiate the following terms. If, and that’s a big if, you keep your trap shut… If you give me your word, I shall not manhandle her (Jiense), and when the time is ripe, I’ll take her and make her legally, rightfully my spouse.”

“What about your present wife Tufan, cursed wretch?” Kaimu hissed.

“She’s not your problem. Besides, she’ll soon outlive her usefulness. And spare me your phony concern about her welfare. I know you despise her as much as I do.” Yoansu curtly responded.

“You are way over your head; Ckarban is not one to be trifled with!” Kaimu shook his head. Then with a downcast gaze he seriously pondered, but only for a spell, whether to reveal the dark secret he’d withheld from him all these years.

“Do we have a deal or not? Answer me now; or all bets are off!”

You deserve all you’ll get! Kaimu inwardly shirked any responsibility to this brazen son. Besides, the brute was unscrupulous and quite capable of fending for himself. Nevertheless, Kaimu knew that once his anger had subsided (passed), he might relent, and still do the right thing by telling him. As he was pressed to give response, seeing no way out, Kaimu, for the time being at least pretended to assent to Yoansu’s demand- this, if only for the sake of buying time.

In equitable exchange, Yoansu gave his, albeit reluctant word, to temporarily lay off Jiense.

Was he to be trusted? Would Yoansu honor his word? Not likely!

Hence, from that night forth, Kaimu prepared to sleep lightly, with one eye open, ears (pricked,) poised to detect any abnormal, deviant noise. And while on the outset he would seemingly be a willing co-conspirator to Yoansu’s sinister aim, inwardly still, Kaimu had already devised a plausible counter offensive of his own, to thwart Yoansu’s despicable goal.

 

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Rising at first light, Kaimu braved the excruciating pain and quickly donned his long-sleeved garb in effort to conceal his bruised body from the prying eyes of his wife. Facial lacerations and swollen lips, black or dark purple bruises on both Kaimu’s and Yoansu’s faces nevertheless still raised few eyebrows and drew some unwarranted criticism and questions from the womenfolk. No satisfactory explanation was ever given on that day or the next however, as both remained tightlipped about their apparent serious altercation (row,) sometime during the night, as the rest had soundly slept. But from hence, the adversarial stance, the infrequent cool exchange between father and son persisted, making Ensa’s heart and mind beset with worry. She hoped and prayed for the stubborn two’s relationship to mend.

A small comfort, well into the next week, the estrangement between Yoansu and Kaimu seemed to have eased off a little. Then one rainy night Kaimu though in recumbent position, desisting sleep had waited patiently for everyone to retire and to succumb to deep slumber. When not a sound stirred about the house, he nudged his wife awake and whispered to her, his supposed concerns.  “Ensa, this has been praying on my mind for quite a while. Please listen without interruption, for I have something to tell you regarding Jiense’s future.”

“This did not bode well! So that’s what’d been at the root of their discord (tiff).” With certain trepidation, Ensa nodded her assent. Then after rubbing her eyes propped up her pillow behind her back and sat upright. But Kaimu was too agitated to stay put; he abruptly threw the covers aside and rising, set at the edge of the bed. Carrying an authoritative tone now, he began his long tirade with a warning.

“Wife, I want no arguments from you!” Turning to face his wife, he tried to look affectionate. “I know that, during these past few months, you have grown quite fond of Jiense and being soft-hearted as you are, took her to your bosom as your very own daughter.  This would have suited me fine, except that; things did not turn out the way we’ve expected.  We are not wealthy folk, and admittedly I cannot support so many people.  I have decided hence, to remedy this problem well before Yoansu’s departure, the advent of autumn or the subsequent winter months. I’m not diminishing your importance by any means, but morally and officially I am the head of this household and therefore bear the sole responsibility for everyone’s welfare. Ultimately, it’s up to me to decide what’s best for this whole family. In all fairness, I’m giving you an advance notice of what’s to come. Naturally, as the sensible, good wife you are, I expect your full cooperation on this matter. Anything less would create discord and rock the harmonious stability of this household.” After an irritating moment’s silence, which he’d paced to and for, making sure his well-rehearsed words had sunk in deep, he sat down again and continued. “It is made clear to me that, Jiense cannot stay here indefinitely. Also, it would not do for us to keep for long one as young and beautiful as Jiense to tempt our son.  Better extinguish the kindling before it ignites into a huge bonfire and incinerates the whole house. Yoansu is hot-blooded young man and admittedly quite attractive to opposite sex. In their youthful fancy, he or she might one-day fall into temptation. You don’t want that on your conscience. Besides,” he then added quickly, holding out his hand to halt Ensa’s contrary arguments, “two young women under one roof always spell trouble. Sooner or later, if it has not already, it will create an unwarranted friction, turbulence between them. You want to be responsible for this kind of a marital discord?”  Then, pinning his face before his wife’s, with a firm conviction in his voice he added. “So, adopting her as a daughter is out of the question.  Besides, what kind of life or future can we give her? Our lot is worse than any of our neighbors.” He cleared his throat at this point. “Speaking of neighbors; that’s what I mean to do.”

Up until then Ensa with a lowered head, with certain resignation, had listened to what Kaimu had to say.  Some of what her husband had said, the points he’d made could not be refuted. How could Ensa in good conscience detain this precious jewel for her selfish reasons only? Jiense deserved to have a befitting husband and a good home of her own. But, when Kaimu made mention of a neighbor, even though he had momentarily withheld his name, her heart had skipped a beat and hairs on the back of her neck had stood on end. She held her breath in dire trepidation, hoping against hope that she’d be wrong, that it would not be the case.

“Since I have supported her all this time, affording her my protection, food and care- to simply let her go without exacting some form of compensation would not only be impractical but downright foolish. I am therefore within my right, to oblige her to do the right, proper thing!” Kaimu had said this with such forceful resolution… so adamantly, that she quaked in fear to hear the rest!  “And I don’t buy that story he fed me about Souko. I believe he contrived to have her all along… This way, it will be out in the open and he must do the right, honorable thing by her. So as to not have any more misunderstandings, I shall now say it plainly. Yes, I have decided on giving Jiense in lawful matrimony to our neighbor Zianko! He should, in return, bound by law, pay me a very generous dowry.”  He rubbed his hands in happy anticipation.

 

Up until then Ensa had held her tongue, remaining perfectly composed, with a compliant, lowered head. Now she sprung to her feet, her face flushed beet-red with fury. With contempt in her eyes, she bit her lower lip to stifle her scream, and then added mournfully. “Husband, I have lived with you all these years, more than half of my life span, sharing life's joys and sorrows with you, and still (up until) to this moment did not know what a heartless monster you were!  How could you even consider such a vile thing?  He is close to your age; he is old enough to be her father and his cruelty and coarseness is very well known!  The man is a beast!  A man that would kill his own wife, or have you forgotten Tizan, that lovely, spirited boy?  From the day he was forced to live with that brute, that poor boy had suffered horribly at Zianko's hand, all those beatings! How can you contemplate on giving this frail child to that fiend? How can you have the conscience to condemn Jiense, this poor fledgling to a lifetime of misery?  Better to kill me and take her yourself as a wife.  It would still be a preferable option, instead of that wicked monster you call friend!” She shook her head in utter dismay; however, being adamant in her opposition, desisted shedding any tears. She won't show any weakness, nor will she ever cave in to his unreasonable demand! Not now, not ever! In her staunch stance she’d resembled a lioness, one fiercely protecting her cup.

Kaimu was momentarily taken back by the degree of her defiant outburst. He’d broken the news to her as gently as he could. Besides, he was expecting a tearful, gentle protest, not this! He was so stunned that his mouth agape, for a spell he’d remained lost for words.  When eventually the shock wore off, he sprung back with an angry retort. “Woman, have you no lick of sense!  Have you no fear of death?  I’ve been both patient and indulgent of your unreasonable requirements thus far but if you continue to press me like this, one of these days, I would not be held responsible for my adverse actions.  What a way is that for a wife to behave?  And to suggest I wed her- a child I’ve come to consider and beholden to my heart as my daughter! Have you lost all sense, morality, and all shame?  How dare you so blatantly, so brazenly tarnish my good name, my honor, worst still, undermine me?  Is this any way for a filial wife to behave?” Then turning away, he aired his grievances to the religious idle in the room. “See what I must put up with? Why don’t you drill some good sense into her stubborn head? Instead of being malleable and easier to get along with, she is becoming instead more difficult, more antagonistic and quite unreasonable. Acting like a madwoman, imagine her getting such wild ideas into her head!” Sharply turning then to face her, “Shame, shame on you woman!” he barked and shook an accusatory finger at her.

 Incensed, he feared the loss of self-restraint in the face of her further defiant response. Abruptly veering, with curses on his lips, he ejected loudly. “But no, it's my fault. Lately I’ve been too indulgent, too considerate of your feelings. I should have just gone and done what I’d planned to do and then told you. This is what I get for my solicitude, my thoughtfulness!”

 

But Ensa’s rage had turned her heart to a stone, and she remained recalcitrant in her stance. She could not be persuaded or moved, no matter what!

Kaimu's anger now mounting, he grabbed her by the shoulders and violently shook her. “Why are you deliberately goading me to violence?”

 

 “Hush up; you want to wake up the whole house?” She snapped back.

 

“God, how you drive me mad!”  Rived with rage, as he held on, he sunk his fingernails into her flesh. Faced with more of her defiant words on his face, Kaimu was brought to the brink of insanity with seething ire. Being at his wit's end, he feared his frenzied, wrathful response.  “Enough!” he violently let go of her and turning, marched towards the door. But then he relented when he heard the muffled sobs of Ensa, and stayed there in front of the door, rooted to the spot for some time with his back to his wife.

He eventually took in a deep, patient breath and turning, went back to sit quietly by her side at the edge of the bed.  Using a placating tone, he tried once more to reason with her. “Wife, I thought we’re way past this type of discord. I’m sorry you can’t see my reasons, for they are plain as day. I wish you could believe me when I say I would never, ever do anything to hurt Jiense. All I’m trying to do is what’s best for everyone concerned. When I shared his company last, he complained to me bitterly how lonely he’d been and how terribly he missed the company of his late wife.  He sorely regrets his past ways. Lamenting heart-wrenchingly on another occasion, he wowed that if he’d ever got the chance, he would treat the next wife with due reverences. He swore an oath to Heaven, right before my eyes, asking the Gods to strike him dead and condemn him to eternal damnation should he fail to keep his promise. If anyone needed a spouse, it would be him! His place looks so unkempt and disorderly that it’s pathetic. And don’t forget how I owed him my life. This way I would repay my debt to him as well. Do you want me to remain under obligation forever? Besides, in this way she’ll continue to live nearby, and you can keep an eye on things. Now that he has learned his lesson, he would not repeat his past mistakes. I’ll make sure of that. She’ll be well cared for. You should be thanking me for taking your feelings into consideration. How unreasonable you are, wanting to keep her here and denying the girl, perhaps her only chance, of ever having a home of her own!”

“You cannot justify this heartless decision on pretext (under the guise) of concern, duty or rational opine. Spare me the rhetoric. It is what it is; your glib tongue cannot vilify your selfish cogitation, your greed!” Ensa snorted, remaining undeterred. 

Kaimu’s frustration again mounting, with a fury he slammed his fist over the night table, setting the clay jug filled with water tumbling down from the table and crashing onto the floor into countless pieces.

“Look what you’ve made me do! It’s hopeless trying to reason with you. You are beyond reproach. Why am I wasting my breath?” He sprang to his feet and with a huff, stormed out of the room. He craved the outside cool air to alleviate his blistering, tumultuous ire.

Ensa continued to curse her husband in his absence.  Grinding her teeth she then mused, how dare he be so callous as to collude with Zianko? Had Kaimu lost all sense? No, something else, something entirely more sinister had to be at stake here. But despite all her mental prodding, she failed to come up with even a single strand of clue. Nil, zip, there was nothing at all that she could latch onto for answers. When her mind reverted to the impending marriage of Jiense, she shivered involuntarily and bit her lower lip in utter despair. Oh, my poor, precious Jiense, she’ll not last a day in the hands of that vulgar, churlish, savage ruffian!  A beautiful girl such as her will be in the mercy of that tyrant: why, it will be nothing short of tragedy!  She shuddered anew at the thought (notion) of Jiense being molested night after night by that vile villain. Overcome with grief, angry tears in defiance to her will now began cascading down her cheeks.

Jiense’s sleeping quarters being near Ensa and Kaimu’s room, she’d been rudely awakened from her sound sleep sometime during the night by the unsettling row between (her benefactors) husband and wife. Since she had heard her name being mentioned alternatively, in anger then in appeal, she’d easily deduced at being at the heart of the problem. Her heart fluttered wildly with fright and concern when the muffled fighting intensified.  After she’d heard Kaimu storming angrily out of the cabin, Jiense rose from her bed, quietly crept into their room and seated herself beside Ensa.    

Ensa’s heart ached when she gazed at the angelic face of Jiense and looked into her tearful crystal blue eyes. “My poor Jiense.” she could not help but utter to herself amid sighs, “If you knew of the terrible fate that awaited you, you would leave this place this very night, run away and never ever look back!” Suddenly Ensa’s face became taut; she absently nodded, having right then and there made up her mind as to the only possible recourse.

When Yoansu’s inquisitive face appeared through the crack in the doorway, Ensa quickly (curtly) sent her son back to his room offering some lame excuse for the night’s disturbance. She’d been tempted for a spell to enlist his invaluable help; but quickly resolved instead, to bearing the sole responsibility for the daunting task.

She would not after all, not if she can help it, involve her beloved son in this sordid mess!

                                                                               

(END OF SECTION 12)

 

(STAY TUNED FOR AN APT RESOLUTION, TO THIS DREADFUL TROUBLE, WILL UNFOLD  IN THE NEXT FISHERMAN'S PRIZE POST - SECTION 13)