The old farmer began teaching me the way of the sword by night when we had a bit of free time. First I learned the basic manuvers, but after a couple weeks the training really started to become more challenging. I loved it, I was sure that the next time those murdering, piss buckets saw me I would be able to stand up for myself rather than just run away. As training continued I noticed that my body was becoming more toned, I now had muscels in my arms and stomach. I'd always had them in my legs, how do you think I was able to run like I did. Anyway before I knew it I'd been at the farmers house for nearly three months, I was beginning to form a routien just like I had back in the village. I would wake up and Annie, the farmers wife, would teach me to read and write. In the afternoon we all would do our chores, then in the evening Tom, the farmer, would teach me sword fighting and hand to hand combat. Once we hit the five month mark I felt as if I'd learned all I was going to learn, I was reading and writing without messing up, and the farmer could no longer even touch me. It took moments to beat him, with or without a sword. That night at supper I made my announcement,
"Tom, Annie, I want to thank you both for everything you've given me...I'm truely grateful. But I think its time I venture out on my own, I still have my revenge to take...and I want to find a place all my own to hang my hat. I'm leaving in the morning, so I just wanted to tell you both thanks."
Before either of them could speak I got up from the table and walked to my mat, it didn't take my long to fall asleep,
My head hit my small pillow and sleep took over.
To Be Continued
