Fred stood in front of the house. He hadn’t thought it through before leaving the castle and he was about to deliver a news about death. His knees ached, where he stood, as if complaining about waste of time. He could feel time passing by, himself. The color of the day seemed to have turned a little bit duller or, maybe, it was just his eyes.
The door opened suddenly and he closed his eyes. He wasn’t prepared for that but it just had to happen there. “Canaan”, Fred called.
Canaan stood still, staring at the soldier. “Sir?”, he muttered. Most of the people had seen friend once or twice. Not all recognized him, though.
“I came to see you”, Fred said. “Your sister is…. She is wounded. It’s a deadly one… Can I come in?”
“Uh, sure”, Canaan said and led him in. One part of him was actually g
