Chapter Six: Friendship
I do not remember much of that next day, I truly don't. Nor do I remember falling asleep the night before. I don't remember much of anything, its all a hazy blur to tell you the truth. I had resigned myself to my fate and just waited for the end to come. I had tried my best to show these people that I was a good person and not a spy but in the end, it mattered little. The fact that I drew breath and had set foot on Tania seemed to be my greatest crime. Death loomed inevitably on the horizon like a black cloud that billowed and festered, casting darkness everywhere.
Late the next day, a pair of strange guards came and got me. Without much fanfare I left my cell for the last time and walked toward my date with the executioner. As we walked down the few winding passages I still felt numb, even the blast of daylight did not brighten my spirits. It seemed strangely ironic to me that the first time I should be outside since my arrival would be the last time that I would see the sun, ever.
It was a small public courtyard that I presumed was behind the Barracks. It seemed to be the end of a dead end street and that seemed fitting to me somehow. There was a small platform set up in the middle of the end of the street. It was not that tall, about the height of a man, maybe a little less. There were balconies and windows that overlooked the courtyard and every place there seemed to be faces and people.
It seemed that word had spread about the execution of the Outsider and it had become a spectacle. There was similar curiosity and gatherings about the executions back home, but I never paid them any mind. I never found the fascination of watching some poor bugger loosing his head. It seems that wherever you go people are the same, for lots of people wanted to watch me lose mine it seemed.
I was roughly handled as I was directed up to the small platform and I remember taking those last few steps. I remember how heavy each foot felt as one by one I climbed those steps to the top of the platform. Standing there, waiting for me were two men, the Sergeant-at-Arms and the black hooded Executioner. The Sergeant-at-Arms looked pleased with everything, almost as if he'd got his way. The Executioner stood there waiting while holding a large axe that had a very long handle on it.
"Brian Westlock you have been charged and convicted of spying on the noble people of Tania. The Great Council of Tania has sentenced you to death. Do you have any last words before the sentence is carried out?" The Sergeant-at-Arms said dryly and I said nothing as I was still in a fog.
As far as I knew my life was only moments from ending and nothing mattered to me anymore. I still remember the cold damp feel of the chopping block on the side of my cheek as I laid my head on that block. My life was now only seconds from ending and my tension rose as I prayed for a miracle to save me.
Whoosh!! Twang!!
A dagger flew out of the crowd and hit the Executioner's axe in the handle just an inch above where his hand held it. He was still standing there waiting for the final order to carry out the sentence.
"Sweet Christ!" The Executioner shouted.
Out of shock and surprise he let go of the axe and it fell over and off of the platform with a series of loud clangs. I started to look around and notice things again. This seemed odd to me even in my hazy state and it was just what I needed to break me out of this depressed, dismal spell.
"If he loses his head, you'll lose yours not a moment later!" Shouted someone from the direction of where the dagger came from.
I looked and saw a number of people tossing their cloaks aside to reveal polished armour underneath. They had been hiding amongst the crowed and chose now to strike. Four of them rushed the platform and the first one reached the top of the platform only seconds after the axe fell away. I stood up and saw the terror on the faces of both the Executioner and the Sergeant at Arms and thanked God for my miracle. My miracle had four names, Jealile, Yeoline, Pellenica and Valencia and I kissed each one of them.
"Didn't I promise you that no harm would come to you?" Smiled Jealile proudly after I kissed her.
"I told you, we'd get your pretty ass out of this didn't I?" Smiled Valencia after I kissed her also.
"I told you all was not lost didn't I?" Pellenica smiled warmly after her kiss.
"I couldn't bear to let anything happen to you." Yeoline said with a tear after her kiss.
"Get out of here!" Jealile ordered the Executioner and he quickly and quietly agreed, leaving the axe where it lay. "As for you." Jealile said with an evil smirk. "Fetch The Council, it's what you're good at." She finished with a sneer.
"I most certainly will do no such thing." Sneered the Sergeant-at-Arms in defiant disgust.
"NOW!" Jealile growled impatiently as she drew her sword and pointed it at his throat. An evil smile crept across her face as she moved her face closer to his. I could see that after a few seconds of this, terror returned to his face and he sputtered in protest.
"I . . . I . . . If you insist." The Sergeant-at-Arms finally managed to get out and then retreated down the stairs rubbing his uninjured neck.
"What now?" I asked curiously.