The next few weeks Mister MacMillan's helpers fed me chicken soup and treated my wound daily. Eventually I got the strength to stand up and walk around the barn I was staying in. I eventually got to meet Mister Macmillan's wife, I can see why he calls her a 'bonnie las'. Today is Wednesday the 3rd of July. Mister MacMillan has given me a job to feed and take care of the pigs. I must say that by now the smell of pig shit doesn't effect me any more. It's dinner time and Mrs. MacMillan made a roast, the smell of the vegetables and chicken remind me of my wife's cooking. I stare down at the plate of food and I can't help but tear up at the thought of my daughter's laugh and my wife's cold hands on my face. "Lad?" Mister MacMillan pushes my shoulder and knocks me out of my thoughts. "What's on yer mind?" He looks at me with a kind of concerned face. "Oh nothing." I flash a fake smile, Mrs MacMillan sits down next to Akir with the baby, she unbuttons the buttons on her dress and starts feeding the baby. "My apologies lad, the poor bairn is hungry and I myself haven't eaten a single crumb" she starts to giggle and waits for my reply. I shake my head as if almost saying to go ahead. "Ye never seen such a bonnie las like mine have ye lad?" Mister MacMillan says with a grin and winks at his wife. "Oh Akir can't ye just be appropriate for one second?!" Mrs. MacMillan stands up from the table and leaves the dining room, her long red hair bouncing as she storms away. "What, a man can't compliment his own wife?" He shouts, but she is already too far away to hear him. He looks back at me, I shrug not knowing what to say. "So lad, I've been thinking ye have done enough work feedin pigs and cleanin up their shit. I think its time that I give ye a promotion. Tomorrow I'll take ye to the workshop. Then the real work begins." Mister MacMillan was already banging on the door at 5 in the morning. "Lad wake yer ass up, ain't no time for sleepin anymore." A few minutes later Mister MacMillan and I are on our way to a more busy part of the town. Within a few minutes we arrive at what I assume is the workshop. Fucking disgrace of a workshop if you ask me, the walls look like they are going to come tumbling down if the wind just slightly picks up. I walk inside, not knowing if I will make it out alive. Inside I see a man that looks even more dreadful than the building itself. "Finlay Fraser" he introduced himself. I assume he came here with Mister MacMillan, since he's also a Scot. He's a small scrawny man with a blackish brownish oil all over his face and hands. He's wearing an overall that looks 6 times too big for him and I think if I had to I could count all his teeth on my one hand. He sticks out his and shoves it into mine like a barbarian. "So yer the lad, old Akir keeps talking about" he keeps shaking my hand. "Yes, pleasure." I know I must sound fucking rude but I come from one of Britain's wealthiest families, the Windfields, so I'm not used to the barbaric ways of the Scots. "So lad how'd ye end up in this godforsaken place?" he said in disbelief "Well it's a long story Mr. Fraser. When I was just a young boy of 18 I went to fight in the war for the British army. I only spent a year fighting in the war because of a spear I took to my head. After my recovery my mum fell ill and passed. My sister and I decided to come to Rome. After a few months of being in Italy I met the love of my life, Aelia, she was the most beautiful woman in town and somehow I ended up eloping with her behind a church in Italy. Since her parents didn't approve of our marriage we fled and settled down in the town Ariminum. She fell pregnant with our daughter Cecilia. The Mad King was never late with the taxes, my wife was home taking care of our daughter and I was working not too far from town. The one day I was walking back home I saw smoke in the sky, I ran home to find my house burning down in a raging fire with the rest of the town. No trace of my daughter or my wife. One of the King's soldiers saw me and shot an arrow into my leg. With the fire raging behind me, I had no other choice but to flee. I didn't get very far. I ended up under a tree a few miles away from town and then I woke up in Mister MacMillan's barn." I look up from telling my story only to realise that the crowd crew and its no longer just Mr. Fraser and Mister MacMillan in the room but many more men standing around, looking just like Mr. Fraser with oily faces and oversized overalls."Fucken hell, I think it's time we fuck that bastard for good." Well it sounds like that they themselves don't like the Mad King yet they are obliged to work for him in order to bring food on the table for their families. "So that's how I ended up in this place. All thanks to Mister MacMillian for saving my life. Now I am repaying my debt to him by doing some work for him here and there" A few more men has joined to listen in to my story. "Well fucken done Akir. Ye saved a young lad of good etiquette!" Mr Fraser looks at one of the man that shouted that. "Aye. He will do great things fer us but fer now. Back to fucken work! All of ye!" All of the men in oversized overalls scattered to their working stations. "Alright boy. I'm leavin ye with Finlay. Come back home once yer done." I nod. "Don't kill the lad Finlay. I want him back in one piece tonight." Mr Fraser just laughs and nods his head. "It's a blacksmith promise Akir. Say hello to the wife and child fer me." Mister MacMillan laughs and walks out of the workshop with his usual limp. "Aye lad. Follow me." I follow him to the back of the shop and there my eyes seen something I never thought was imaginable.
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