The Prouds; A Novel

(LAITHTAHER) #1

  • Laith Taher 201


were too many soldiers coming quickly one after the other.
The sound of their footsteps on the floor seemed like quick
loud drumming. More and more guards arrived, and Jarvis
was no longer able to fight them, so he walked holding
Harlem then stood with him in front of a huge column in
the yard of that part of the palace. He grabbed Harlem by
putting his left hand on his chest and the edge of his sword,
which he held with his right hand, on his neck.
Then he shouted very loudly, breathing very deeply
and quickly as a result of running and killing, “If you come
any closer, I will kill him.”
Many soldiers circled Jarvis, with him, Harlem, and
the huge column behind him in the middle.
After a while, a guard shouted, “Make way for King
Matthew.”
Soldiers started moving aside as King Matthew,
who had been told about the intruder by one of the guards,
passed between them until he reached the closest soldier to
the capturer and the captive.
“Who dares to break into my house, when kings and
armies failed to break into the outskirts of my kingdom?”
he said with amazement.
At that moment, all he wanted was to save his son
by any means possible. If he lost his son, killing Jarvis, or
all of the Prouds for that matter, would not compensate
him.
He paused for a while then continued, “You must be
Jarvis since you are after my son, Harlem. I have heard
much about you, and you are the only reason for my army’s
recent defeat.”

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