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Posted on September 19, 2013 at 01:15:25 AM by t r i s t a n
On the upside, he was allowed out of his rooms more frequently than he had been in recent weeks, on the downside the places he was now allowed to visit included his father’s chapel and the stable block. The latter wasn’t as fun as it sounded. He was there to assist with mucking out and grooming. Tristan ran his arm across his forehead. It was a humid day and he had been working at raking and shovelling for just under an hour and sweat had begun to gather on his brow. He let go of the hay rake and rested it against the nearby wall in order to stand back and survey his handiwork. The cobbled floor was spotlessly clean, the wooden sides of the stall had been cleaned with soap and water, and fresh hair filled the rack. The prince nodded his satisfaction. He closed the door behind him and slid the bolt across, before bending down to collect the water bucket, his fingers closing around the wooden handle. Celidon was asleep in the yard outside, stretched out full length in a patch of sunshine. As his fairy stepped out into the daylight, the cu-sith’s tail began to wag enthusiastically. Tristan smiled at him as he prised the lid off one of the water barrels, and plunged the bucket into it. He glanced up as he drew it out again, and his eyes settled upon the familiar form of his grandfather moving down the castle steps. Tristan put the bucket down hurriedly, and some splashed over the side as he began his sprint across the yard. Celidon streaked after him, catching the prince up in a few long strides. “Grandfather!” the boy shouted as Mallos reached the edge of the grounds. His voice was changing, it cracked, jumping from high to low at will. He tried to ignore it. Tristan knew he shouldn’t really have left the stable yard, and he knew he’d be in trouble if anyone found out. He was therefore reluctant to follow Mallos away from the castle grounds, knowing that such an action would be viewed rather more unfavourably. “Grandfather!” he called again, “wait!” He continued to run in order to close the gap between them as quickly as possible, before going to a sliding halt, grinning broadly. “You were going to leave before saying hello?” he teased in mock reproach, scratching Celidon behind the ear, “I haven’t seen you since...well, since we were up to our necks in monsters. How have you been?” Some of the brightness dropped from his eyes at the mention of the creatures that had crawled in through the crack, the memory seeming to sober him a little. He tried to brush it off, to hide it beneath enthusiasm, but he made sure he wasn’t entirely successful. “Do you mind if we wander back towards the castle?” he asked a little sheepishly, tipping his head back in the direction of the stable yard, “Father’s got a closer eye on me than usual, and I don’t really want him any more annoyed with me.” Tristan pulled a face, before taking a few steps back in the direction he had indicated, “I’ve been hoping to talk to you, actually,” the prince explained, looking from his grandfather’s face and then down at his feet, “if you’ve not got somewhere else to be.”  |
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- bueno pa' gozar - By mallos September 21, 2013 at 03:20:54 AM
- may you sing the deeds of glory - By t r i s t a n September 24, 2013 at 11:05:00 PM
- oye como va - By mallos September 29, 2013 at 11:27:07 PM
- may you sing the deeds of glory - By t r i s t a n September 24, 2013 at 11:05:00 PM
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