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Kelric's Adventures Chapter 2 Day and Knights

Started by Shiral, July 02, 2018, 05:06:13 PM

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   After that, nothing seemed to go right for the rest of Kelric's morning. He was hustled downstairs to the Great Hall steps to greet the King and Queen and the Orsal while still somewhat damp from his second bath and wearing his blue tunic which was somewhat outgrown. For all the good it did him, as the King and the Orsal didn't appear to notice his presence at all. Mummy did notice him, but she still did not smile and let him know everything was all right again.

          Still distressed over Mummy's displeasure, Kelric couldn't keep his mind on the letters of the alphabet or which numbers came after ten during morning lessons although he'd been able to recite all twenty-six letters and count to twenty the week before. Even though Father Tagas was normally a gentle, patient tutor to himself and Briony, he was plainly displeased by Kelric's inability to concentrate by the end of the lesson. Even his riding lesson went poorly although it was normally his favorite part of the day. He fell off his pony twice even though White Boots was in one of his motionless moods and it took a great deal of squeezing and even kicking to make him trot.

          When Kelric and Briony returned to their nursery at noon, Mummy still had not sent for him, which was a deep disappointment. She almost never stayed angry with him for this long. No sweet was served after the noon meal, and Nurse said Mummy had forbidden it. This puzzled Kelric. Why should they be this angry about the honey when he made some sort of mess every day?

            Briony had wandered into a window alcove after lunch and was busy with setting her dolls around a toy banquet table, complete with a toy feast. Kelric hesitated as dolls were only of marginal interest to him. But then he collected some of Brendan's and his own toy knights and went to join her. It was something to do, and at least Briony hadn't been cross with him all morning.

         But Briony scowled when he came over. Nor did she appreciate the addition of his toy nights at her carefully arranged table, and particularly not when he jostled two dolls off their small chairs with his mounted wooden knights and made the dishes rattle on the table when one of the knights fell over onto the table surface.
     "Kel-ric,  STOP that!"

     "But they want to have a feast, too."

     "This is a doll feast, no knights allowed," she told him firmly hands planted on her hips.

      "Why not?"

      "They're too big, and you can have a horse eating at the same table as people."

      "Why not?"

      "Be-cause silly, horses eat hay! Does Papa ever have horses in the Great hall when he gives a feast? Have you ever heard of the King eating his supper in a stable?"
Kelric thought this over. All sorts of delicious treats were served at feasts that didn't appear on the table for ordinary meals. But to balance that, he was always being told to behave or to be quiet, or being marched out of the feasting hall when he wasn't quiet or well-behaved. If there were horses in the hall during feasts, maybe nobody would be that worried about how HE behaved.

     "No. But it might be more fun if they did. An' the King told me that Al Rasoul once rode  his horse right into the Great Hall in Rhemuth." He moved another one his mounted toy nights closer to the doll's table. The toy knights were considerably larger than the dolls, and this time he bumped the table itself, making the toy dishes roll and clatter over the white napkin Briony had used for a tablecloth.

        "No knights!" Briony insisted. "Go 'way and leave me alone!"

        Kelric gave up and stalked away with a mounted knight tucked under each arm. "Stupid dolls!"

        He'd have his own feast, then and it would be much more fun than Briony's silly dolls. Kelric plopped down cross-legged in the center of the nursery floor and planted one of the knights on the floor, too. It promptly fell over sideways, making him frown. More carefully, he picked up the knight and stood it back up. It was the largest of his set, and had been painted to look like the King, with black hair, bright yellow mail and a scarlet surcoat. It even carried a little scarlet shield with a tiny yellow lion on it. The horse was painted black with a red saddle and bridle. The wooden king and his horse had been carved all in one piece, making it impossible for the King to sit in a proper throne at this feast. But Kelric didn't have a proper table, either so that didn't really matter. Kelric gathered the rest of his knights two by two and lined them up on either side of the king down the sides of an imaginary table, then added his fleet of little wooden boats and his toy lamb to round out the company.
Stripes, the black and gray nursery tabby cat wandered over to see what he was doing and planted herself right in the midst of the knights where the High Table should be and blinked her pale green eyes at him. He stroked her back, but thought the king and the knights looked very disapproving when their 'table' began to elegantly wash one hind leg right in front of them.

     They looked bored, too. He couldn't give them any food since the lunch had been cleared away and Briony had all the toy dishes at her own feast. There was always some kind of entertainment at a feast though. But he didn' t have any toys left that could be jugglers or acrobats, or even dancers. Then he remembered that sometimes minstrels or troubadours like Gwydion sang at feasts. He found most music dull, but Gwydion always sang at least one funny song for him whenever he entertained at Papa's feasts.

      "La-la-la, lalalalala," Kelric sang softly, remembering the tune although not the words of one of Gwydion's songs. It seemed to him that the king and the wooden knights didn't look quite as bored now. He stood up and bowed to his toy King, mimicking the fancy twisty gestures Gwydion always made with his hands when he bowed to Mummy and Daddy at the close of each song.

       "La-la, lala, la, la lalalala, laaaaa," Kelrich began his second song curving his arms and hands to hold an imaginary lute,  singing more strongly now. Not so much to the toys anymore, but just enjoying the range of sounds he could make. Sometimes, he really liked just being  loud. How could God know he was down here if he was always quiet?

       Kelric threw back his head and gave himself full voice, no longer singing la-la, or any recognizable tune, but made his voice go high then low where he sounded like a frog croaking, then up high again, "eeeeeee," sounding very much like a mouse. Stripes gave him a disgusted look and bounded away, knocking over three knights as she went.

          "Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooo," Kelric crooned, then looked up in surprise to see Briony standing in front of him. Her face was red and all screwed up as if she'd just tasted something she didn't like, and she was screaming at him to be quiet. Kelric couldn't see how he could be disturbing her when she had her fingers in both her ears and was being very noisy herself.

        Nurse was upon them with amazing swiftness, escorting both of them to their respective bedrooms with a grip on their arms that was too strong to break, talking rapidly about "children who were excited and overtired and needed a nap."

        Kelric blinked rapidly while staring at his closed bedroom door in astonished indignation. This was another thing he didn't understand about adults, and Nurse in particular. Why was she always making him lie down for a nap or go to bed when she could see very well that he wasn't in the least bit tired? He clambered up onto his bed and began to bounce up and down and kept on with his singing. The bed felt beautifully springy under his feet making his head brush the underside of the canopy at each jump, but it creaked rather loudly.

         "Lord Kelric, I  told you to lie down and take a nap!" Nurse bustled back into the room, his toy lamb tucked under her arm.

         "I was only telling God where to find me."

         "You're being just as naughty as can be, as if you hadn't caused enough trouble this morning!" Nurse twitched the rumpled bedclothes straight and then thrust his stuffed lamb into his arms."God is all-knowing, and I'm sure he knows quite well where to find you if he needs to, without your making all that racket!"

       "But I'm not sleepy -"

     "Lie down Lord Kelric! I daresay God would appreciate a bit of peace and quiet from you, young man. Heaven knows that I would."

       Kelric gave up and lay down on his bed, knowing that Nurse wouldn't be satisfied by promises today. Not when she stood with her feet spread apart and her arms crossed that way. She twitched off his short boots and shook out an extra blanket and spread it over him, then closed the bed curtains around him. "I don't want to hear so much as a squeak from this room for the next two hours," she told him emphatically before leaving him alone.

       Kelric lay still under the blanket but fumed as the door shut behind Nurse. She was not as smart as Mummy who always seemed to know when he was about to try something forbidden, but for all that, she was very hard to fool. He had to lie here because she'd come back to check on him soon to make sure he was doing as she'd told him, and she was very close to the end of her patience, he could tell. Very well, he'd lie still and be quiet, but she couldn't make him go to sleep...
You can have a sound mind in a healthy body--Or you can be a nanonovelist!


Something tells me that this story is going to have a few twists and turns before hopefully "All's well that ends well".

Poor Kelric. Grown-ups and big sisters can be so unreasonable.
God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.
(Psalm 46 v1)


Quote from: revanne on July 03, 2018, 11:11:51 AM
Something tells me that this story is going to have a few twists and turns before hopefully "All's well that ends well".

Poor Kelric. Grown-ups and big sisters can be so unreasonable.

Big brothers aren't always much better (and it's been a while since I read this whole piece, but I think Brendan shows up eventually).   ;)

~DesertRose, the youngest of four children and the only girl in the lot.  :P
"If having a soul means being able to feel love, loyalty, and gratitude, then animals are better off than a lot of humans."

James Herriot (James Alfred "Alfie" Wight), when a human client asked him if animals have souls.  (I don't remember in which book the story originally appeared.)