“Get up Lazarius. It’s unbecoming to lay there on
the floor like a dog, you being a guest in my home.”
He stood, assessing the damage; no major injuries,
that was good. Perhaps his master only needed to relieve
some of his aggression for Lazarius’ actions toward
Shizuka. Thinking quickly, he did the only thing he
thought would save his worthless soul from death: he
stood up, walked before his master, got down on his knees
and bowed his head.
“My Lord. I am not worthy to be in your service
any longer. I have allowed my anger to get the better of my
judgment and in so doing, have cause harm to your
beloved. I should not be allowed to continue as your
servant, for I am unable to follow your orders. I ask that
you make my death quick, for the sake of the exceptional
service I have provided you until now.”
Lord Vaistian stood before Lazarius, staring down
at him, then smiled.
“Get up Lazarius, you look ridiculous on your
knees. It doesn’t suit you.” He walked around his antique
French Empire desk and sat in the high-backed leather
chair behind it. “I am sure you understand how angry I am
with you. And I’m sure you understand why.”
As Lazarius stood up, he said, “I do my Lord. I let
her words and actions get to me, rather than keeping my
calm. I promise you I will not let it happen again.”
Lazarius walked to the front of the desk and stood facing
Vaistian. “I apologize greatly my Lord. I hope…”
“Knock it off, Lazarius. I am not in the mood.”
Vaistian’s words cut off Lazarius’ apology. “I have a little
job that needs doing, and I am asking you to do it.”
116