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Posted on February 21, 2014 at 08:51:57 PM by arthur
 His smile faded into a frown when the guard delivered his message, and he handed his bird back to the falconer. “I will be there momentarily,” he said, his voice lacking its previous levity. The guard nodded and hurried back towards the castle. Tristan looked up at his father, “shall I come, or..?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. Arthur nodded, and the falconer’s assistant stepped forwards in order to receive Tristan’s gryfalcon. He was encouraging his son to sit in on more and more meetings and events so that he might learn through observation. Tristan, for his part, seemed eager enough to be away from the book and chalkboard of the schoolroom. They walked back through the gardens together as the falconers took the birds back to the mews, and entered the castle through the tower door. A passageway, concealed behind a tapestry, took them straight to the dressing chamber at the back of the Great Hall, and they were able to pass through it into the large room beyond. --- Arthur seated himself on his throne, and Tristan took the smaller chair to his father’s right, his green eyes fixed curiously on the double doors at the opposite end of the hall. There was, the king thought, a rather excessive number of guards involved in escorting one intruder. Admittedly, the boy, who he did not recognise, was tall, but he was fairly certain that two guards would have been more than adequate. If the king did not recognise Alistair, the same could not be said for Tristan, who was now gaping at his friend. “Alistair?” he said a little incredulously, “what on Shaman?” The prince looked at the Captain of the guard, “what’s this?” he demanded, “he’s my friend! No way is he going to try and steal from us, are you, Alistair?” The boy glanced at his friend for confirmation. Arthur, on the other hand was looking between his son and the prisoner with a studios expression on his face. “I saw him myself, Your Highness,” the Captain responded, drawing himself up defiantly before looking to Arthur, “perhaps, Your Grace, Prince Tristan should take more care when choosing his friends?” The king silenced the guard with a frown, in truth, he had been musing along similar lines (why did all Tristan’s friend seem to err on the wrong side of the rules?) but it was not the Captain’s place to question the Prince’s motives. “Would you like to explain, Alistair?” the King asked, finally settling his piercing grey gaze on the teenager before him, “what were you doing? And why? |
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- My mind is like a magpie's - By Alistair February 22, 2014 at 01:43:20 AM
- too far off the ground - By arthur February 28, 2014 at 07:08:48 PM
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