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Posted on September 11, 2012 at 05:44:41 PM by tristan & celidon



“If you say so,” Tristan replied, with a frown of puzzlement “my shoulder ached for a week last time I got in trouble about anything to do with a girl.” He remembered the trouble in the Labyrinth with Thoth a couple of weeks previously and shook his head. The friends had not spoken about anything to do with it since it had first happened. In fact, they had not seen each other for almost a week, since Tristan had moved back to the castle with his Father once the Labyrinth had emptied of refugees, whilst Thoth had moved back with Nimueh and the others to the Island. Everywhere Tristan went, these days there seemed to be at least one guard following him at a discreet distance, but it made sneaking away for the day more difficult. The prince was sure however, that if he brought the issue up with his Grandfather, then Mallos would probably have come up with a way to get them both out of the castle grounds unseen, the Spaniard was just that kind of person. He was a strange kind of grown-up.

Celidon lifted his head again, as Mallos jumped over the fence, landing on the other side, and climbed to his own long legs, stretching with a yawn. His restful afternoon was over, the familiar was certain of that much. The next words out of the deities mouth confirmed it, and so Celidon sat down, waiting expectantly, his tail wagging slowly back and forth over the cobbles. Tristan glanced up at the large clock face that was set into one of the castle’s walls, a smile playing in the corner of his mouth. He said nothing, but he knew that he had at least another half an hour to go, and Arthur had never let him finish a training session early before. The prince but his helmet down on top of one of the nearby crates, and began to unbuckle the metal plates, “I don’t think that’s true,” Tristan told Mallos happily, “I think soldiers can be as interesting as anyone else. Certainly more interesting than girls.” His smile broadened, as he glanced back up at Mallos, before he pulled his breast plate off over his head, setting it down on the floor, leaning against the same crate as before.

“You’re a little strange, you know that, right?” Tristan beamed, following Mallos’ eye-line towards the lake beyond. He had often had a lot of fun in the yard with his Father, when he had been younger they had played more games than they did now. He and Gawain would have run around, ducking in and out of the outermost stalls, and Arthur would chase them, whilst their Mother sat on the grass laughing. The prince bit his lip, the smile dropping from his features, as his green eyes sought the place beyond the gate where Lilith had used to sit. A choking feeling rose up at the back of his throat, moving its way slowly up into his head to push at his eyes. Tristan shook his head. Things were different now. Gawain was gone, and his Mother had left him. The fun he had in the yard with his father now was fun with a purpose. He had to be something now.

Eager to distract himself, Tristan took off after his Grandfather, his legs not long enough to take him over the fence so smoothly, he climbed onto the first rung, climbing over the top of the first beam on the other side, before jumping clear onto the grass. The prince pushed off from the ground, running as fast as he could in an attempt to catch up with Mallos. He grinned, glancing across at the Spaniard as they pulled level, and then all he could see in front of him was the blue expanse of the lake. Suddenly, he felt strong hand close around his waist, and the next thing he knew, he had landed in the water with a splash. It had been warmed significantly by the sunshine of recent months, but it still came as something of a shock as the ripples closed of his head. Tristan kicked for the surface, fixing Mallos with a mock frown. The Prince’s eyes lighted up Celidon at the top of the bank they had just run down, and he sent a silent communication to the Cu-Sith. “You sure about that?” Tristan asked innocently, as the large green dog reached the bottom of the hill at top-speed. A second later, Celidon had collided with Mallos’ legs, pitching the deity into the water, as the dog threw himself into the lake after his master. Tristan waited for his Grandfather to re-surface, “you look pretty wet to me.”



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