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Posted on August 1, 2013 at 10:51:09 PM by t r i s t a n

“Earth?” Tristan repeated a little incredulously, “you can’t go hunting in the woods but you think we can get to Earth!?” The suggestion had taken him aback to such a great extent that he ignored the fact that the rug that Morv had stolen looked very much like the ones that had just been fitted in the newly refurbished offices for the members of the senate. He knew he should have said something discouraging. His father would have expected him too. The forcefield around the castle had been erected in order to keep Thoth safe from people and forces on Earth. As much as he would have liked to have visited (and he really really wanted to go and see some of the castles and palaces he had read about in his favourite stories) he should have pointed out the pitfalls. He didn’t want Thoth hypnotised and dragged off to Earth by some stuffy old man like Sir Walter, who would probably never let the Prince see his friend again. On the other hand, it did sound like an adventure and the danger, as ever, added a certain gloss to the idea. He supposed they could find a way to do it...he and Thoth both had their magic, surely they could look after themselves...?

Unprepared to commit to anything immediately, Tristan fixed his friend with an enquiring look, “what do you want to go to Earth for?” He paused, and his eyes took on a hardened quality, eerily similar to his father’s when the King was trying to work something out after his suspicions had been raised. “Don’t say it’s just to explore” he pressed, “because why now?” Had they got to Thoth somehow? The Prince couldn’t help but wonder. There didn’t seem to be anything off in his friend’s behaviour beyond what he could easily trace back to the confrontation with Tarquin. Maybe it wasn’t hypnotism...maybe he just felt like he had something to prove? Or, maybe it was something to do with Aura? Tristan couldn’t decide. He remembered what his Grandfather had told him, about how to tell whether or not someone was hypnotised, but the more he thought about it, the less helpful the advice felt. He had known Thoth long enough to know that stubborn single-mindedness was not a foreign trait to his friend. How was he supposed to tell the difference between the natural kind and the magical kind? There was also, of course, the matter of the barrier. Could the Aurans have someone with enough magic to break through? He doubted they had anyone as powerful as his Grandfather, so probably not.

Hodain, whose big brown eyes had been fixed upon Morv in her position on Thoth’s head gave a growl, and captured the Prince’s attention. “No, Hodain” the Prince said firmly in the dog’s own language, “what did Thoth tell you?” Cafall looked between them, his tail wagging, before tip-toeing gingerly around the mess on the floor in order to sit on his master’s foot. Tristan scratched the puppy’s ear before looking back at his friend again. “How would we get there?” he asked, deciding that if he could keep the conversation moving he might be able to pick up on some clues as to what was going on. It was worth a try, “how long do you think we’d be gone, because,” he joked, grinning, “usually if people lose track of me for more than an hour they start looking, so if we’re going on a long holiday we might have a problem there.”

photography by Dominic’s pics | Mark Cutler at flickr.com






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