The Warrior and the Monk (2/2)

The monk then led him to a smaller corridor with many doors and showed him to a small room with a window a small cozy bed and small fireplace. The monk bid him goodnight and went to his own room to rest.

He took of the heavy clothes letting them fall in the ground and feel in the bed covering himself with the blankets.

His sleep was deep and sound, with his sore body and the nights ill slept he went to a sound heavy slumber. He only woke up with the rays of sunshine reaching his eyes and the sounds of the birds chirping outside. He woke up and put his clothes on to see a small bowl of water and a towel outside his door. The thanked the monk on his head and cleaned himself. He then dressed himself and tatted waking though the monastery looking for the monk, he found him carrying a crate with food to the kitchen. The monk was as happy as ever to see him "Good-morning I hope you slept well" Balistan smiled back saying "Yes, I slept quite well, thank you"

The monk replied "Then, let me give you some breakfast, then you can ask me your question".

They got back to the kitchen, and the monk gave Balistan fresh soup with carrots, lentils, tomatoes, calliflower and peppers. It was specially good with the slight ardor.

The monk turned and said "Finish your meal and meet me in the garden, two lefts and keep straightforward. There is no missing" and followed his quick pace to his chores.

Balistan reveled in his meal and soon followed the instructions of the monk.

He could believe what the garden was. It was a piece of the paradise, he could understand how could such a thing live in such a cold mountain. It was full of life untouched by the frost that surrounded the moauntain. The monk looked and said "sit sit, and let's begin"

Balistan sat in a stone bench near a blooming tree, he took a deep breath and began saying "I know that there have been many warrior here, that fond peace in your counseling. I have doubt and I need to serve the realm. What I want to ask you, Orchar, is I am one of the gratest warrior in the realm. But every time before battle I have fear in my heart, my muscles tighten and there's a cold down my spine. I can't want to fear before battle, not if aI truly want to protect my family and my people, a great warrior can't live in this fear".

Or achar who was plating, took tia hand from the earth, cleaned them in his robe and look very warmly "Balistan, I've seen many warriors looking for the answer to that very same question" he turned and sat on the bench look in the warriors eyes, he continued "In my years I have found that there is no answer For if you tell me you fear nothing I say you are no man and as one may hide very well, everyone fears something" taking a deep breath and he was saying "A man that fears nothing, loves nothing for that's what he has to lose. And that is a very shallow existence, for the will to fight lies with which we love most. I have understood that the warriors fault not in feeling fear in his heart, but in letting it control his actions, you see?".

Balistan looked deep in the monks eyes, still surprised by his answer. He corrected his posture and started looking in to the garden letting his words sink in. His shoulders relaxed and the looked and my Orchar and said "Thank you, Orchar. I will think about what was told to me and do my best as a man".

Orchar fondly looked at him and said "It was my pleasure to be visited by a friend. Now that I have helped you, could you help me with the garden? As soon as We are done I will then you off with provisions for you journey" Balistan agreed with a small and started helping with the tasks. As soon as they we're done, he collected the provision given by the monk bid him farewell and promised he would come and visit him again. As soon as Balistan began the climb down the monk faded way in thin air.

Balistan looked back with a chill in his neck, thinking the monk went inside and continued his way. He took a day longer in the way back to his home, taking the time to look at the views with the monks word still ringing in his ears. As he walked though a field, he met wild horses tuning freely, then and there a thought snapped though his mind "A warrior that posses no fear, and has no love in his heart is like the wild horse who possesses strength but no direction, no reason to fight for, and that is no true warrior for he fights only for himself and his glory so that would be truly a shallow existence".