Chicot is another one of my books told from a down to earth perspective. It is a bit of a fantastic biography. The book is told from the perspective of a character within the story. While Melina's story was obtained from numerous interviews, Chicot's story was put together by someone who grew up with him. Jozef paints all the different faces of Chicot. Since he is not a professional biographer type of person, Jozef only tells things as he sees it. As you read the book, you will realize that Jozef is not the most reliable narrator. Unreliable narrators is kind of my thing. Every human has its own biased, and Jozef is not different with that matter. Still, he is not the type of person to downplay Chicot's flaws. As far as flaws are concerned, Chicot has many of them. This is just part of designing a well-rounded type of person. This writing style also helps ground this fantasy story by limiting the point of view. As with most of my books, I have a decent number of battles. The bulk of the story focuses on the civil war occurring in the Kingdom, and how the merchant class tried to deal with the problem.
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Chapter 16
After seeing the armors in battle, Chicot was more or less satisfied with their performance. However, he kept drafting plans that would account for the armor’s weakness. When all hope seemed lost, Chicot had me draft letters to a mage called Ceric. Based on the letters filled with adulation, Ceric was supposed to be an expert in enchanting items. Chicot hoped that through enchantments, he would be able to make up for the armor’s defects.
Chicot also sent a dozen armor samples to be reworked. In order to make certain they were not resold, Chicot made them extra heavy and stiffer around the joints. Indeed, it seemed to me a complete waste of raw materials.
While managing the shipments, Gytha said to me, “You don’t seem very happy.”
“It just seems like we have been hemorrhaging money since Chicot started with his little hobby,” I said sadly.
“You are still getting paid aren’t you, what does it matter how my husband spends his pocket change,” said Gytha somewhat annoyed.
“I am worried because I don’t want to go back to how it was before,” I said raising my voice.
“What you mean is that you don’t want to go back to being poor. Was scrapping pennies and begging for scraps really that painful?” asked Gytha laughing.
“I could ask you the same thing?” I retorted.
“It’s not so bad, once you get used to it,” said Chicot entering my office.
“It’s easy for you because…” I said stopping myself.
“Because I did not have a home to begin with,” said Chicot completing my thought.
“I am sorry,” I said sadly.
“Well, you should be,” said Chicot sternly.
“You haven’t been yourself since this whole armor thing started. Why must you insist on doing something you don’t want to?” I insisted, “This conflict, this rebellion has nothing to do with us. You need not make armors, for the rebels or for the Lords.”
“I don’t care about the Lords or the rebels. They can all go to hell, for all I care,” said Chicot leaving.
Gytha and I stared as he left in a fury. It was rare to see Chicot show violent bursts of angers. Pouting Gytha said, “I am worried…”
“There is no point in worrying, Gytha. You know as well as I do, that Chicot likes to suffer alone. He would never ask us for help, even if his life depended on him,” I said.
Gytha said nothing, only she bowed and left to check up on Chicot. My mother too did not help alleviate my concerns. As of late, Chicot seemed deeply afraid of something. One day, she had seemed him kneeling, with his head down at night, sweating from head to toe.
In tears, she had heard him said, “Oh, merciful God in heaven, please…I don’t want to die, I don’t want to disappear, I don’t want to cease to exist! Please, God! Help me!”
If he feared for his life, that would explain the armor. He was probably designing a suit that would protect him from danger. I decided to be a bit more supportive about his armor project. I hoped that once the armor was completed; Chicot would finally find peace of mind.
The Winter Months were spent in a long interchange of letters between Chicot and Ceric. When the spring of the New Year came, Chicot had finally settled on the armor design. The complete set was far more magnificent that the heavy version, he kept in his room. The intricate scales, the varying undulations of the shoulder plates, it was an armor that would make any man foolhardy in battle.
Sometimes I would see Chicot admiring his work, in the armory. Based on the height of the armor, I was disappointed to see that it was not made for him. The blood red coloring was another matter that deeply worried me. It seemed to me that he had designed another armor for a berserker Lord.
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