Gabriel awoke excited. The first thought that popped into his head was about whatever weapon Drisbin would have for him. He dressed in his normal robes, hung the Star of the One around his neck, and grabbed the handful of pouches that rest atop his table. Looking through them, he made sure he had the two pouches for Clarice, the gem for his Dai’Sana, and his coin purse, so that he could pay Drisbin something.
He ran out of his room and almost knocked over Master Lear, who was walking down the hallway towards him.
“Why such a rush?”
“I’m sorry, I am just ready to get to my work,” Gabriel danced around the truth.
“Ah, good to see. Drisbin called on me last night to discuss your training.”
“Yes, he said you were talking to him about needing a weapon, and he wanted to know what you were best suited with.”
“Yes, I was talking to him about weapons. I wanted to purchase a blade from him so I would have it when I needed it.”
“I told him a longsword would suit you well. His father made me the sword I used when I was hunting werewolves and it never once failed me. As long as you take care of your blade, it will serve you well. Now, do you plan on using a shield?”
Gabriel thought back to the daydream he had while working with the first blade in the furnace. “Yes, I will use a shield.”
“Well, then you can have mine. It saddens me to see it collecting dust on the wall.”
“But Master, I can’t what if…”
“What? What if I need it? Is that what you were going to ask? Don’t be silly. After the seventy-four harvests that I have seen, I am lucky to be standing here before you, especially after I became a Paladin. The shield is yours. I will clean it up today. After you get done with your leather working come by and you can pick it up, and we will begin to work on your rituals.”
“Yes sir. Thank you.” Grinning from ear to ear, Gabriel began to bolt off.
“Gabriel, there is something else.”
“What is it Master?”
“This is something we should have told you earlier. As a Paladin you can not accept payment for your deeds, but don’t you worry, you will never want for anything. The other side of that is, if you need something, and ask for it, even if you offer to pay, people will just give it to you.”
“I am sorry, I did not know, I have put Drisbin in a bad position.”
“It is not as bad as you think it is. Take this pouch, and tell him it is from the Church. Tell him it is for all of the services he has provided. He won’t question it, and it will more than cover the cost of the sword.”
“Thank you, I will make it up to the Church somehow.”
“We know. Now get going.”
Gabriel made it to the smithy and found Drisbin hard at work, heating the soon to be blade of the Dai’Sana. Gabriel walked in and without saying a word, picked up the hammer and went to work on the blade as soon as it was out of the furnace. The hammering and the heating continued until almost high noon, with very little conversation, passing between them. Gabriel spoke excitedly of beginning to learn the rituals later in the day. When he finally decided that the shape of the blade, down both sides, was how he wanted it he stopped and gave Drisbin a smile.
“We will sharpen it tomorrow. Do you have the ruby from Gavin?”
Gabriel reached into his pocket and withdrew the small pouch. “Here.”
“That will be perfect. I will have to make a setting for it. Now, about that other thing.”
“Before we do that, Master Lear asked that I give you this.” Gabriel reached into the bag he had brought containing all that he had needed for the day, and pulled forth the pouch that Lear had given him, and handed it to Drisbin, who eyed it suspiciously.
“What is this?”
“Master Lear said it is for all of the services you provide for the Church.”
Sighing, Drisbin knew when not to argue, and let the matter drop. He reached behind where he was sitting and pulled out a long sword, which he handed to Gabriel.
Gabriel could see his reflection in the polish at the tip of the sword. The rest of the blade was etched with an intricate pattern of curving lines. The cross-guard of the sword was in the same polished material, with a similar etched pattern in it, as the blade. The grip was wrapped in a dark brown leather that had been stitched in place. Finally, the pommel was in the shape of a wolf’s head.
Gabriel stood up and tested the weight of the sword, swing it both single handedly and with a two handed grip. “It is beautiful. I can’t take this.”
“Bah, you asked for a blade. How can I expect you to protect me and the rest of these people f you have nothing but a pigsticker.” He pointed at one of the daggers hanging on his wall for emphasis. “My father made five of those, gave one to Lear, kept one for himself and then died before he could do anything with the other three. Now I have given one to each of the Paladin’s Lear has trained, and still have my father’s. Here is the scabbard.” He handed the blades sheath to Gabriel, who noticed a small axe hanging from it and gave Drisbin a look.
“What’s with the axe Master Drisbin?”
“My father was one who was always prepared, so he felt it would not hurt to have the extra weapon.”
Gabriel removed the leather belt he used to keep his robe on and slid the scabbard on to it before clasping the belt again around his waste. Gabriel then took the sword and slid it into the scabbard, feeling the weight against his hip.
“I think you will grow into it finely Master Gabriel,” Drisbin said. “Now go take care of the leather so you can get back and begin work on your rituals.”
After he had left, Gabriel remembered that he needed the iron scales and went back inside and grabbed a handful off the floor and put them into the pouch with the other ink ingredients.