Knight for the Covenant of Everlasting
David’s First Mission
by E. J. Ruek
First published by The Deepening, ISSN 1559-7733
in Volume 1, Issue 2, February 2006
AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is a very special story for me because it was written about a very special lady, who is, unfortunately, now deceased, but who will always live on in my memories.
Sipping coffee, the cafe’s complementary paper beside his plate, David calculated. What they paid would get him on his feet again, even if he only worked it for a couple of months. His eye traveled down the columns looking for other options, but kept straying back to that particular ad.
$1000/delivery, 1 delivery/wk guaranteed. Need working car, driver’s license, clean record. Apply in person, 3227 Kingsley Avenue.
A car, a driver’s license and a clean record — he had those. So did just about everybody else. He folded the paper and shoved it back where he’d gotten it on the corner of the counter, then drained his cup, stood and left enough cash beside his plate for the bill plus a small tip for the waitress.
Outside, the fog had burned off. The day was bright, a paradox of sunshine and ice-cold breeze. He dug his keys out, his eye easily spotting his rusty Subaru in the cluttered parking lot. The sound of coins dropping, rolling, one with a particular ringing sound, stopped him dead in his tracks. “Dammit.” Quarters, dimes, nickels, pennies, and his gold-piece scattered, many rolling away beneath nearby vehicles.
Stooping down, David picked up most, but had to squat to reach under several cars to get the rest. His lucky coin, an heirloom from his grandfather, was missing, though. His eye searched carefully, methodically, until he spied a glint of gilt. The old coin had rolled back behind him, coming to rest beneath the front tire of a Lexus parked right beside the cafe’s entrance. He stepped over to the curb, bent down and snapped it up, straightening as he shoved it back down, deep inside his jeans’ front pocket.
His eye caught, then. Right in front of him was a paper box. “What the hell,” he muttered, and, fishing out two quarters, careful that the gold piece didn’t come out again, he bought himself a copy. It wouldn’t hurt to try.
At the next gas station he passed, he bought a map of the city. Locating Kingsley, he drove out to the advertised address. David expected to find a business. What he found was a church.
Letting the engine die, he sat and stared. It was an old church, and big, reminiscent of a time when ornamentation and stained glass were standard architecture. The building was a rich, dark red, its brick stained by years and weather. Moss grew down the gutters — stone gutters. Big trees fronted the building inside a tall wrought iron, ivy-covered fence that surrounded the entire structure and its grounds. There was a cemetery to one side that seemed to stretch as far as he could see, the whole of it well-kept with old headstones, some big and ornately carved. Many were noticeably tipped by time or, perhaps, by the roots of the huge trees that lined the cobbled paths and hemmed the boundary. David was immediately uncomfortable. Churches and he didn’t get along very well.
Turning the key in the ignition, the car coughed over just short of stalling. He was just sliding it in gear when a shadow crossed his vision and, simultaneously, there came a tapping on his window. He jerked his head in time to see the knuckles of a hand knock once more, the arm and body behind that hand encased in black….
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