Conor Dillon – Beginnings Excerpt 9

Conor Dillon – Beginnings  Excerpt 9

  But Shamus was a good teacher, and I soon became adept at his rough and tumble style of fighting, It was like he said, ‘ It wasn’t pretty, but it worked!’ I trained and worked under the supervision of Shamus for the next four years. He worked me hard but I grew taller and stronger.

However hard I tried, I never managed to get the better of Shamus, but I kept trying. the high point of my training came when he taught me how to throw a knife, Shamus was a knife man supreme. He could draw and throw a knife in seconds and never miss his target. I was not in his class, but I could throw a knife and he had taught me how to fight with one.

Then just a few days before my sixteenth birthday something else happened that would change my life totally. We had just returned from training, when my Mother summoned us, we had a guest. I walked through to the parlour and there, sat in my Father’s chair, as his killer, the giant.

I drew my knife, and screaming, ‘Bastard!’ lunged at him, but Shamus grabbed me from behind and disarmed me. But the moment he released me, I charged at the giant, who was now on his feet, He put out one of his massive hands and held me impotent at arms length, I was sobbing with rage. ‘Let it out, boy! its fine,’ for such a big man, he was softly spoken, almost like a priest.

‘Hello Michael, How are you?’ enquired Shamus, so they knew each other, this situation was getting odder by the moment. My Mother told me to sit and listen to what the giant had to say, because my future might well depend on it.

(C) Damian Grange 2018

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