A Warrior's Redemption (The Warrior Kind) by Guy Stanton III Page A

Your ways so that we can be more like You, a living testament of Your glory. May praise for You forever be on our lips, whether in death or in life may we always serve you. Glory in the highest is Your Son’s, who made redemption possible for us, your humble servants, from this day forward. In His name I ask these things and say Amen.”
    The words of the prayer had seemed to pour out of my soul coming easy to my lips, like a stone wall crumbling be fore the force of a mighty stream of water. And like a stream, which pours out water continually a mighty wave of invisible fire fell from heaven and enveloped us! And yet we were not burnt, but the deep wells of our spirits poured forth utterances in languages unknown to us and yet known to the Creator, who listened to our utterances and spoke life back into us.
    He gave us far more than we could ever hope to have given Him in return. I don’t know how long we sobbed and spoke in an unknown tongue praises to the Creator of all life, but we eventually arose of one accord as new men, with God given purposes to fulfill. The source of our strength was se cure in our hearts. We looked at each other, with nothing left to be said as all of us were forever changed by what had happened this night.
     
    “Rolf, get the horses. We will need to leave soon before the night advances much farther, if we hope to rescue the boy. The rest of you,” I said turning to look at them, “I want to go apprehend the wagons bound for the farms, where the children of the high priestess’s I told you about are being held. If the priests get in your way kill them, but above all rescue the children. Take them to the Valley Lands and tell them that it was Roric Ta’lont that sent you. They are a people that believe even as we now believe and they will not turn you away. Have you any questions?”
    “We will do all as you have said brother!” Replied Seth, as the rest shook their heads in agreement.
    And with that I wished them well and walked towards the horses that Rolf had saddled.
     
     

Chapter Five
    Cliffside View
    Quietly I walked down the dimly lit dungeon corridor. Everything had proceeded better than I could ever have even hoped for. After we had slipped into the city on the back end of a late night caravan we had made our way to the citadel without being stopped. Using uniforms supplied by Rolf, who had adeptly procured them from two permanently resting soldiers outside the citadel, we had made our way into the inner workings of the citadel with comparative ease. Rolf was back up at the other end of the hall waiting in con cealment in case, as he put it, ‘Any more throats needed slit’.
    He was really a peculiarly gifted individual in the art of killing and more than once I was grateful that I had never been put in the arena in a death match with him. Unwel come memories rose up to overwhelm me, as I remembered the friends that I had been pitted against in death matches. The way the life had drained out of their eyes, as they lay on the arena floor dying was an almost intolerable thing to bear in remembrance.
    Stumbling on a loose stone I almost fell, but it helped me to regain my composure and pull me free from a past I wished had never happened. I had banked all my hopes on Larc being in one of the private cells, rather than the main dungeon holding area.
    All the cells I had passed were empty except for the one I now stood outside of. Leaning close to the damp wood of the cell door I whispered, “Larc?”
    I heard rustling from within the cell, as somebody got up and moved towards the cell door.
    “Roric is that you? Get me out of here!”
    “Hang on I’ll get you out of there, but be quiet.”
    Drawing back slightly I studied the door. It was old and showed signs of rot in places. The door consisted of vertical planks of wood for the main body of the door with two crosspieces at the top and bottom of the door. The cross piece at the bottom was soft from rot caused by the continual