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Billy the Barbarian 3
A Graveyard of Titans
By Virgil Knightley
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Copyright © 2021 Virgil Knightley All rights reserved
The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any
similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not
intended by the author.
No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval
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written permission of the publisher.
To a slew of people who will never read this book.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Map
Copyright
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Farewell!
Chapter 1
“I’m going to need the three of you to leave the room,” Iskar said as
he pulled several sharp instruments from his bag. “Someone who
doesn’t know him, someone who isn’t squeamish, ideally, will stay
behind.”
“Absolutely not, I stay here,” Isandra insisted, staring down her
brother, but he didn’t bother to return her gaze. At this moment,
under these circumstances, her emotional demands were nothing he
hadn't heard before from the family members of other patients.
“You’d only be a distraction,” he said. “I can’t have you sobbing
over my shoulder while I work. You need to leave. Take the other
girls and go, now.”
“Damn you, I—”
“You know I’m right,” he said sternly, finally meeting her eyes.
“Go.”
Isandra flashed him a look that could likely kill lesser men, but
Iskar was busy drawing lines in Billy’s chest with a piece of ashy
chalk and didn’t turn to see it. As her brother, those looks did little to
inspire fear in him anyway. He’d seen them far too many times to
count.
She stood up and helped the other two girls to their feet, and
they headed toward the door, each stealing several pained looks
back as Iskar cleaned and sharpened his bronze surgical tools.
A woman from the cooking staff named Marina was sent into the
room with him. Iskar looked up as he heard the pitter-patter of the
woman’s bare feet entering the room.
“Right,” he said, nodding. “Can you handle yourself around
blood and guts?”
“Dad’s a butcher, sir,” she said. “I’ve seen my fair share of
slaughters and innards. I’ll be fine,”
“Good girl,” Iskar replied with a curt nod. “Time to work. There’s
a red bottle in my bag. Get it and dab some liquid from it on the cloth
next to him.”
She did as he said, dampening the cloth with the strangely
odorous fluid.
“Rest it over his mouth and nose for five seconds and no
longer,” he said. Again, she followed his instructions. “Now slap him
twice, hard as you can.”
She blinked in surprise.
“Do it, girl!”
Marina slapped the barbarian twice in the face. He didn’t budge
or react in the least.
“Good. We should be alright, then,” he said. “Now, Marina, if I do
a good job, there won’t be all that much bleeding. Just in case things
get ugly or messy, though, I need you to hold his shoulders down
with all your body weight.”
Marina was already succumbing to her nerves. She pressed
hard against the barbarian’s shoulders, but she was shaking.
“Get it together, girl,” Iskar said calmly. “My sister will make a
eunuch of me if we mess this up.” He slipped a little bit of humor into
his tone, hoping to release some of the poor servant’s nerves. It
seemed to work. She flashed him a weak smile, and her shaking
subsided.
“I’m going to make a series of incisions in his chest. We’re going
to open up his ribcage. He has an affliction related to an
overpowering level of magic or divine energy trying to make a home
in his body, but he isn’t ready for it, not on his own. I’ve seen it
before. I dealt with it then, and I can deal with it now. So stay calm,
and just look at me if looking down gets to be too much for you.”
Marina just nodded, her wild eyes staring straight at the
apothecary. She had no intention of ever looking down if she could
avoid it.
Iskar started making his incisions. Each cut was cleanly
executed, and there was no unexpected bleeding—a great start.
Within five minutes he was staring at the barbarian’s enormous
heart.
“There it is,” he said. “Magic that is housed in the body of a
person or beast makes its home in the heart, girl. What’s your
name?”
“Marina,” she said, staring into his eyes, still refusing to look
down.
“Marina, you’re doing great. And so is he. His heart is beating
normally, which is a fantastic sign,” he said. “But he needs our help.
At the top of my bag, there’s a blue vial with a silver ribbon around it.
Take it out and dump the contents onto his heart.”
Marina nodded and reached with one hand toward the bag,
pulling it closer to her. She deftly found the blue vial and poured it
onto the barbarian’s heart. It horrified her. She had to look down at it,
but she was glad she did.
“Looks just like a cow’s heart,” she said, grinning despite
herself. “It’s not so bad.”
Iskar smirked. “No, it isn’t. And you’re doing great. But now
comes the hard part.”
Marina gulped. “What’s that?”
“The part that I hate, Marina. Lean forward for me, please.”
The servant girl obeyed unflinchingly, her head hovering over
the barbarian’s chest, within arm’s reach of Iskar now.
“I suggest you close your eyes for this bit,” he said.
Again, she obeyed. Suddenly she felt one of Iskar’s gentle
hands grab her by her hair bun, and a sharpness sliced against her
throat. Her eyes opened to see Iskar frowning at her, holding her
head over the barbarian’s heart as her open jugular poured its
contents out into his chest cavity, covering his heart with her
essence. She couldn’t speak a question, instead just gaping.
Iskar gently lay her down on the dry stone floor when her
bleeding stopped. “Rituals of this magnitude always require a blood
sacrifice, Marina. Now, you will live on as a part of his story.
Whatever he achieves, he does it because of your gift today.”
He sighed and fought back tears as he watched the life leave
her eyes. He scarcely believed his own evil words, but this was for
the greater good—and more importantly, for his sister.
Iskar turned his attention back to the barbarian in front of him.
His hands hovered over the enormous heart, and he began chanting
words of power. Then, in cascading waves of light that emanated
from the barbarian’s heart and lit up his veins like tendrils of lightning
in a stormy sky, the power surged and spread, now fully absorbed by
the outlander. He would survive—but at a terrible cost.
Normally Iskar wouldn’t consider human sacrifices for healing
purposes. He wasn’t squeamish, but he worked hard to be known as
a healer, not a killer. He stole another glance at Marina as she lay
dead on the floor beside him, growing paler by the second. The poor
girl.
But this situation was different. It was a family matter and an
affair of chief interest to his own god. He couldn’t spend his first night
as Acting High Priest letting the Chosen of Amar’nak die in his
weeping sister’s arms. The shame would be unthinkable. And he
hated to see her cry.
He skillfully stitched up the barbarian’s muscular chest. Even
with whatever regenerative powers he likely possessed after having
absorbed so many cores, the surgery was likely to leave a scar that
would linger for many years. Still, it was far preferable to a death that
would be mourned for many more.
Iskar sighed with relief when he saw the barbarian begin to stir.
He leaned back on his palms and threw his head up, closing his
eyes. He wanted to call out for his sister, to let her know that his task
was done.
Instead, he cried softly as he stroked the cheek of the poor
servant that lay motionless beside him. He was a killer again. Iskar
the Killer. At least this time, he had had no choice—the choice was
taken from him.
He set the barbarian’s head on a folded wool blanket, elevating
it for easier respiration. It hadn’t needed to be done when they were
resting on Marina’s knees, but now he had to make additional
adjustments for the barbarian’s comfort.
He stood and walked with heavy strides toward the door, holding
the corpse of the servant, his face gloomy with guilt.
“Isandra,” he said. “It’s done. See to it that the girl receives a
worthy funeral and that her family is taken care of.”
The high priestess’s eyes widened as the other servants looked
on in horror. “Of course, Iskar. Thank you. And… oh, poor Marina,”
she sobbed. “She didn’t deserve this.” A tear fell from her eyes as
her hand brushed the girl’s cold cheek.
“Is he alright?” Kaya asked, brushing off the dead girl with a
single sad expression, trying to steal a look past Iskar into the room
beyond.
“He is slowly awakening as we speak, but he cannot be allowed
to walk around or move much on his own until I can remove his
stitches,” he said as a young guard came and took Marina’s body
from him. “The thing is, I have no idea how long that will take. I
suspect he will heal much faster than a typical person, but it’s hard to
say. I will visit him twice a day—each morning and each evening.”
“We will dote on him with the gentlest of affections,” Audelia
promised.
“I’ll tie him down if I have to,” Kaya nodded. “Can we see him?”
Iskar nodded and smiled faintly, finally taking off the gloves that
had made his hands clammy and warm. “I think you should. Or
rather, I think it’d be good for him to see you. I don’t want him to be
alone when he awakes.”
They walked into the room, hoping to see Billy stirring awake,
but what unholy sight greeted them was about as far from what
they’d expected as things could possibly be—and much, much
worse.
Chapter 5