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Posted on January 3, 2012 at 10:44:26 PM by tristan & celidon







Tristan had been told very little about his Grandfather, he knew only that his name was Mallos and that he was a God who had been framed for crimes that he had not committed. He knew too that it was Gwythr who had been the one who had set Mallos up, which, to a boy like Tristan who had been taught to have great loyalty to his family, made Gwythr sound a lot worse than he had in the first place. The prince however had no idea what Mallos looked like, and he had often imagined that he was a lot like his Mother in appearance, an obvious mistake for anyone who knew both the God and Lilith, since Lil was light-skinned and blonde, whilst Mallos was dark haired and tanned. It did not cross the child’s mind therefore, that the Spaniard before him might be more than just one of the castle’s many daily visitors. The only thing that made him unusual was that he was in a place that was unusual, since most visitors did not have any idea how to find the library. Many people who got lost in the corridors were often far less confident than this man too, and so Tristan was well and truly puzzled.

The stranger did not attack when he turned around, in fact, the expression in his eyes, whilst impossible to pinpoint precisely, did not seem unfriendly. Tristan relaxed, his usual level of confidence returning, as he became sure that this man was not about to try and kidnap him. Once had been quite enough. The boy dropped his hand away from his dagger, so that his finger simply hung neutrally at his side. His mind was no longer wrapped up in being wary, meaning that he was free to appraise the stranger more carefully, considering his features which were, achingly familiar. Truth be told, the library invader looked a little like Gawain, and, he also seemed very relaxed for someone who had been caught somewhere he had no obvious reason to be. Tristan folded his arms across his chest as the man began to talk to him in Spanish. The prince had to admit, he had never heard Spanish spoken quite like this man did, understandably, whenever Arthur spoke other languages there was always an English tinge to the accents. As a result, the boy had to strain a little harder in order to understand what was being said to him, but managed to get the gist of what was being said.

“Tristan,” the boy replied simply to the first question with a shrug of his shoulders, such information seemed rather trivial when he was in the middle of doing something as exciting apprehending an intruder. He might also have refused to play along with the little “test” that the stranger had thrown at him, but Tristan had never been a child to pass on a chance to show off, and it was because of that that Mallos had captured his attention. The prince did not answered the man’s second question directly, but he did take a step forwards before saying, “¿Cómo consiguió entonces?” (how did you get in, then?) The tone of his voice was forceful (for a seven year old, at least) and he hoped that the stranger realised that Tristan was not going to let him get away without answering. “¿Es usted un amigo de Padre?” (are you a friend of Father’s?) Tristan asked after a pause, his confidence increasing with each passing moment, he was actually starting to enjoy himself. “¿por qué la lectura de un libro para niños? Usted es un adulto.” (why are you reading a children’s book? You’re a grown-up.)




tristan & celidon
for we were made of stronger things,
the memories of soldiers, the children of kings


original image by Stefan Tell at flickr.com





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