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Posted: Apr 5 2008, 08:07 PM
Where you at, Hon?
Member No.: 3
Joined: 18-November 07
Somewhere in that pile of stone was a dining room big enough to seat a hundred. Harcourt told me that it was too big for family meals so they always ate in the kitchen.
“So you’re king here? These pancakes are real good, by the way. Does being king mean you run things? Sign treaties? Chop heads off?”
“I have signed treaties. I do not execute people nor allow it here.”
“You certainly didn’t hesitate back on the mountain. You burnt that High Priestess down to a pile of ash.”
He winced, then got up from the table and took his own plate to the dishwasher. I’d never met a king before but I’d always assumed they sat around growing big and fat while other people washed their dishes and clothes. Guess I was wrong about that.
The other members of the family, Alka and her Momma and Poppa and her kid brother, all paid close attention to their food, like they had no interest in our conversation.
Harcourt came back to the table and put a hand on my shoulder, “Let me show you Royden. Come for a walk.”
Royden was crowded close around the castle. Beyond it was farmland. Birds chirped. A breeze moved in the trees. I wished Kate were here to see this. It crossed my mind that living here might be real nice. Then again, if I did, would that make Harcourt my boss?
“Were you elected king or did you inherit the job from your father?”
“Before me, my mother was Queen. She died at a young age a few years ago” He stopped walking and waved an arm. “This is Royden. Would you like to live here?”
“Looks like a nice town. I’ll think about it.”
We walked around town all day. We ate apples. We talked to people. We looked at pots of flowers and handmade rugs. Then we sat down in a pub for a drink and supper.
We talked about everything and I didn’t even notice the sun set.
Harcourt finally pushed his plate away and stood up from the table, “We need to get over to the garden for the mirrors.”
I jumped to my feet, heart pounding. “We’re not too late are we?”
He shook his head, smiling. “There is enough time.”
In the gardens at the foot of the castle I was so charged up with the thought of getting home and seeing Kate that I could hardly stand still long enough to say goodbye. He could tell I was anxious, so he kept it brief. “I thank you, Sir Errol, for all that you have added to my education. I have learned much, most particularly about myself. Tell Kate that I wish her well. Goodbye.”
I started to shake his hand then surprised myself by giving him a quick and friendly hug. I turned around and marched into the mirrors saying Kate’s name over and over.