theoldguardkinkmeme | Prompt Post #18

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I hope the OP doesn't mind that I have tweaked it very slightly. I also don't have a title yet.

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Travelling with Nicolo is irksome, Yusuf thinks. The man is ill suited to the climate and collapses from the heat almost every other day. He has virtually no knowledge of the surrounding fauna and flora and cannot be relied on to know what is edible and what is not. Likewise, he cannot speak any of the local dialects, and scarcely understands more than a handful of words if spoken to him.

Yusuf is forced to converse with him – when he must – in Greek. This is also irksome.

Worse still, even stripped of his armour, Nicolo is instantly recognizable as an invader, particularly with his strange light eyes. All too often Yusuf finds himself embroiled in in arguments and conflict with his own countrymen to protect the Frank from their anger.

It feels like fate is playing a terrible trick by binding him to this man. Days turn into weeks, which turn into months, and Yusuf still cannot soften his heart. Not when he has to bear witness to the destruction and suffering left by the invading armies.

It weighs heavily upon him. He struggles to sleep; he can barely keep food down. Why is he still alive when so many of his people are dead? Why does the Frank live, when innocent women and children do not?

His anger festers. He doesn’t care to see the shadows under Nicolo’s eyes, or the way the man picks at his food. He doesn’t pay mind to how Nicolo weeps through the night, or how he sometimes vomits when he sees what his people have done.

Matters finally come to a head one day when they make a stop in a town to replenish their supplies. Wherever possible Yusuf prefers to avoid settlements, since it’s all too likely Nicolo will bring trouble down on them both by virtue of just standing there.

But some supplies require the necessity of civilisation, so Yusuf weathers the stares and drags Nicolo through the streets with him. In the past he has thought to leave the man out of sight, but somehow Nicolo always manages to attract trouble. Invariably, Yusuf returns to find him either dead, dying, or reviving, often with others lying dead or dying around him. Even worse, whatever belongings he has been entrusted with will either have been stolen or destroyed in the skirmish.

Far better, Yusuf reasons, to keep the man where he can see him. So, he barters with what meagre coin and wares they have, while Nicolo hovers uselessly nearby. They are thankfully soon done, and it seems they may be able to depart this town without bloodshed. However, as they pass a metalworker’s stall, Yusuf’s gaze falls upon a particularly beautiful dagger.

He lost his when Nicolo had aroused the ire of a group of men who had then seen fit to rob and murder them. Upon reviving, they were able to track the men and recover most of their belongings, all but the dagger, which had already been traded.

This dagger would be a worthy replacement. Yusuf knows he hasn’t the coin for it, but perhaps the man might be open to trade for something.

First the man wants their horses, which is just ridiculous. Then he asks for Yusuf’s scimitar, and Yusuf almost scoffs at that; he is hardly going to trade a trusted blade for a dagger, no matter how well crafted. Then the man eyes Nicolo’s blade, and Yusuf considers it, but then reasons that the Frank will be even more of a burden if he cannot defend himself. Such a trade will most likely result in him eventually giving Nicolo the dagger, and no doubt the wretch will then lose it in a fight.

Then the man makes an offer that makes Yusuf pause. He could use a worker, many of their young men went away to fight, he says, most did not return. Nicolo, he notices, has broad shoulders and large hands; he is perhaps a little sickly, but that might be remedied if he is not travelling through the landscape. Nicolo can sleep in the workroom. He can earn his keep and the cost of the dagger through hard, honest labour.

“For how long?” Yusuf asks.

The man looks surprised, like it hasn’t occurred to him that Yusuf might want Nicolo back. Yusuf isn’t altogether sure that he does, but there is something about this deal that sits uneasily with him.

“Five years.”

Yusuf blinks at this and shakes his head.

“Two.”

“Four.”

“Three.”

The man pulls a thoughtful expression and nods. They shake on it, and the man goes off to fetch the dagger. Leaving Yusuf to explain the details of the deal to Nicolo.

He anticipates shouting, a stark refusal, possibly violence.

What he gets is far worse. Confusion and fear flit across Nicolo’s normally impassive face. Then his shoulders drop, and he simply nods with a look of dull-eyed resignation.

The man returns with the dagger, and it is on the tip of Yusuf’s tongue to refuse it, to say that he has changed his mind. But the man is already handing it over and clamping a meaty hand onto Nicolo’s arm.

“You’’ll not be needing that,” the man cautions, indicating Nicolo’s blade.

Yusuf sees how Nicolo’s hands shake as he unbuckles the scabbard, and he feels sick.
His own fingers are numb as he accepts it. He tries to meet Nicolo's gaze, but Nicolo keeps his averted.

“Three years!” Yusuf calls out in Greek, as Nicolo is led away. “I will return for you in three years.”

Nicolo doesn’t bother to acknowledge him.

Feeling inexplicably angry, Yusuf stomps back over to their horses. He is momentarily at a loss when confronted with two mounts, but he straps Nicolo’s blade carefully to the second and grabs its reins to lead it away.

He doesn’t look back.

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Prompt Post #18

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