Chicot is another one of my books told from a down to earth perspective. It is a bit of a fantastic biography. The book is told from the perspective of a character within the story. While Melina's story was obtained from numerous interviews, Chicot's story was put together by someone who grew up with him. Jozef paints all the different faces of Chicot. Since he is not a professional biographer type of person, Jozef only tells things as he sees it. As you read the book, you will realize that Jozef is not the most reliable narrator. Unreliable narrators is kind of my thing. Every human has its own biased, and Jozef is not different with that matter. Still, he is not the type of person to downplay Chicot's flaws. As far as flaws are concerned, Chicot has many of them. This is just part of designing a well-rounded type of person. This writing style also helps ground this fantasy story by limiting the point of view. As with most of my books, I have a decent number of battles. The bulk of the story focuses on the civil war occurring in the Kingdom, and how the merchant class tried to deal with the problem.
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Chapter 24 (The Book has only 30 Chapters)
The months passed and we continue to make weapons and armors. Some of the weapons we made were of questionable quality. Chicot had developed some ceramic knives and words. They kept their edge rather well and were easy to make. The only downside was that they broke easily. Their sharpness did puncture armors well, however.
Another interesting little number was a special type of bow and arrows. Its back had razor sharp feathers of unknown origin. If fired without a special glove your hand could easily get cut. The glove required a different type of firing technique. Chicot said that the idea was to keep the enemy from using arrows shot by the enemy.
One of my personal favorites was a coiled club, with a solid pointed tip. It could be used for both blunt and poker strikes. He also made an odd contraction that allowed shooting a crossbow, while hiding from behind a wall or under a trench.
A good innovation was a rapier he called The Sword Breaker. It had a special slide on the sides close to the hilt, if the sword was caught there; it could break the sword with a flick of the wrist. He also improved on the accuracy of the siege crossbows. The strangest of the lot was a buckle strike shield attached to a glove. It also had a short blade attached to the side. Chicot called it a Lantern Shield. He was a bit disappointed that it had not been invented sooner.
In that fall, Chicot designed some of the most exoteric weapons I had ever seen. Many questioned if those weapons would be of any use. Some of our guards did try to use them, however, they were clumsy at best with them, as was to be expected of anyone trying to use a new weapon.
Chicot saw one day Amberaldus playing around with the Lantern Shield and the Sword Breaker in the courtyard. I was watching him practice with his weapons, with the vague hope of learning by watching him. Chicot interrupted his practice by saying, “It’s a little too late in the game to be learning new tricks.”
“Hehe! It certainly helps to pass the time,” said Amberaldus laughing.
“Fine, if you want new toys to play with you need only ask. Just don’t randomly pick up weapons from the storage room. Any missing or damage weapon can cause the life of one of my patrons,” said Chicot with unusual seriousness.
“My apologies,” said Amberaldus leaving the barracks like a sulking child.
Another person who was training was Gytha. She was practicing with Chicot’s bizarre bow. I asked Chicot, “How are things with Gytha?”
“Peachy?” said Chicot, “Why do you ask?”
“It’s just that you are not as close as you used to be,” I said sadly.
“Nor should we, the truth of the matter is that she grew up and I did not,” said Chicot pouting.
“It can’t be as simple as all that. Maybe if I tell her the truth about you, she will understand,” I suggested.
“Our problems have nothing to do with the plague. She knows about my efforts to aid the sickened refugees. In fact she supported my conviction. Alas, her problem is of a different kind,” said Chicot.
“So what is her problem?” I asked.
Chicot shrugged his shoulders in response. He then said, “She expects me to know what’s wrong without asking her. Indeed, I cannot see why she would suddenly despise me so…I find her petty jealousy quite bothersome, so I decided to end it all for good before I grew to hate her.”
“Why are you telling me this?” I said taken aback by his sudden burst of honesty.
“I am doing this to put an end to all the silly little rumors. Tell Amberaldus! Tell Paula! Tell everyone this story! So, they stop badgering me with questions! What I do in my private life is my own problem.
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