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Posted on August 18, 2012 at 03:54:55 AM by arthur & pendragon
Arthur’s eyebrows perked in amusement, in truth, from what he had understood of the real Mallos, he had expected the Spaniard to show up and spend most of his days being followed around by Shaman’s women-folk. Surprisingly, it had not transpired that way, the King supposed that Gwythr was probably largely the cause of that. He had spent enough time in courts to understand that Mallos was one of those men who had the ability to attract women like moths to a particularly bright light. “The God title does not do it on its own?” the King enquired, his tone lightening significantly as he tilted his head enquiringly to one side, “the mystery remains a vital component?” Arthur leaned forwards, closing his fingers around the corner of the piece of paper that Mallos had previous misplaced and returned it to the proper pile. His “unfinished” pile was tall enough without having “finished” things stacked on top of it. It was thoroughly disheartening. “I have never had much luck with women,” Arthur confessed with a wry smile, his eyes slowly returning to their usual good natured neutrality, “a crown always helps, of course, but I find the women who come to the crown, are not usually the ones you wish to keep...not for long, anyway.” The King stifled a laugh as Mallos offered to do the mass amounts of paperwork that awaited him upon the table, and he did so because he greatly appreciated the gesture. Arthur was, however, fairly certain that the Spaniard and paperwork were probably very close to being stranger, at the very most reluctant passing acquaintances. Men like Mallos were not made for paper. Arthur wished sometimes that he was a little less suited to it. “Are you a fan of celery, Mallos?” he asked mildly, with a ghost of a smile, “I cannot stand it. I am told, however, that it can grow in poor soil, and my Mother informs me that it works well in stews. “Thus,” he gestured at one of the piles of paper on his right hand side, “we have celery.” Leaning back in his chair with a heavy sigh, the King tried to rub some of the tiredness from his eyes, he would be working late again. “Thank you,” he said finally, the dull throb of an approaching headache beginning at the back of his left eye, “I can only hope that you have better luck than me.” Mallos’ final suggestion took Arthur a little by surprise, but he found himself nodding his agreement before he had fully processed the idea. If nothing else, he thought, Tristan needed as much family around him as he could get after everything that had happened, and perhaps a Grandfather like Mallos would prove a welcome distraction. “I would appreciate that,” Arthur said, “and I am sure he will too, given time. He has time free, but you would have to drag him out of the stables. He loves those horses.” A fond expression hovered for a few moments on the King’s features, his eyes flicking back to the window, the swinging of the quintain still clearly audible. “Perhaps you could ask him when he would like to learn from you, he knows his schedule as well as me, and if he’s difficult, I’ll make sure you are written in somewhere.” That smile, again it found its way onto his face, it was not broad, nor obvious, and far from care-free, but it was there. “But Mallos, let’s steer away from explaining that “mysterious God” card concept to him for a few years yet?”  |
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- él se fue con el invierno. - By mallos August 20, 2012 at 10:27:33 PM
- nothing you can say, nothing you can do - By arthur & pendragon August 25, 2012 at 03:38:50 AM
- él se fue con el invierno. - By mallos August 30, 2012 at 07:07:34 PM
- nothing you can say, nothing you can do - By arthur & pendragon August 25, 2012 at 03:38:50 AM
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