Rites - Part II |
ars’s brewery was warmed both by fire and by laughter. Dusk had come several hours before, so lamps were lit in the scones around the rock walls. The flickering light danced about the dome overhead, casting strange shapes and shadows within its ragged surface. The snapping and popping from the massive hearth in the centre of the far wall was a pleasantly familiar sound. So too were the voices that were laughing. Charles and Kimberly entered the bear’s cavern turned brewery paw in paw. His eyes took in the room quickly, scanning each of the faces as they sat clustered in the middle of one of the long row tables. His fellow Longs, as well as Lord Avery and Garigan were there. Lady Avery was also there, sitting with Caroline and Danielle. He kept looking then, heart fluttering, but saw only Lars seated behind the bar looking pleased with himself, and the donkey James tending to the fire. She wasn’t here, he mused, not sure whether to be relieved or not. They had not been out in the night air for very long, but still the cold had settled upon them both. Their afternoon together had been long and slow, filled with many hours of quiet conversation, interspersed with long minutes of few words at all. Kimberly had finally confessed to her great hunger, and so they had come out to Lars’s, as that was where the other Longs would be. Charles briskly strode over to the bar, the warmth in the air replacing the chill. Kimberly was at his side, her eyes still with contentment. She’d changed into more ordinary green and brown attire, but she still stood as if she were waring her gown. Lars leaned forward, his belly rippling from his girth. “What can I do for such a fine couple as you two?” “Two of your finest stews, Lars,” Charles said, his voice carrying across the room. “And something to wash it down.” “What’s your pleasure?” Lars crossed his arms. Glancing to his lady, Charles asked, “Wine?” She smiled and nodded, and so he glanced back to the bear. “Wine. Red, of course.” Lars rumbled nd nodded firmly. “Of course! James!” He yelled out to the room. But the donkey was almost at their side already, his face wide with pleasure. “Charles,” he cried out, as he came to the rat’s side, standing a good foot in height over top of him. “You’re back!” The rat smiled broadly, wrapping one arm about Kimberly’s shoulder, patting the donkey on the arm wit the other. “And it is good to see you again, James! So what are you doing working for Lars?” “He’s about to bring you your food and drink, that’s what,” Lars said then, the rumble under his breath not one that any would want to question. “Two stews and red wine.” James nodded to the bear then and smiled once more back to Charles, his long tail flicking back and forth. “I’ll be right back with your food. We can talk then.” He glanced briefly at the bear, who was now tapping his massive foot. “I hope,” James added, and then darted back around behind the bar to go into the kitchen. Lars shook his head with a bit of a laugh. He leaned down then, and waggle a finger at Charles. “Just between you and me, that James is a fine worker. But don’t you tell him I said that.” Smiling, Charles nodded. “I’ll be sure not to, your secret is safe with me. You do seem to have a lot of them.” The bear’s eyes narrowed some. “Oh?’ “Just hearing things is all,” the rat replied, his grin now mischievous. Kimberly was looking at him uncertainly, not sure what he was saying. “And what things have you been hearing?” “I’m sorry, but it’s a secret.” Lars snorted at tat, and then laughed. “All right you, go sit with your friends.” Charles and Kimberly turned towards the table and considered. The three women were on one end, chattering amongst themselves. Misha and the others were sitting close by, mazers before each of them. He suspected those mazers were full of quite a bit of beer. “It looks like there is enough room between them, if we sit opposite each other,” Charles suggested. “I like that,” Kimberly said, smiling. One of her legs brushed against his, her tail tip curling around his own, and then lightly pulling across his flesh. Charles shivered at that, whiskers standing on end. “Tease,” he chided, tapping her nose with one claw. She blinked at that, her own face scrunching up quite ridiculously. She chortled a bit at that, and then the two of them crossed to the table. Charles went the long way around, letting Kimberly have the nearer of the two spots. “Well, took you two long enough!” Misha exclaimed in a boisterous manner. “Have you broken that bed of yours yet?” With the exception of Rickkter, the men all laughed at the reynard’s joke. Charles smiled and shook his head. “We’re still working on it. How many of those there have you been working on?” Charles asked, nodding his head towards the mazers. “Two,” Misha replied quickly. “Three,” Caroline corrected, giving her fox a stern look. Misha’s ear folded back in reproach. “Well, I’ve only finished two,” Caroline shook her head, sighed, and turned back to talking with the ladies. Kimberly had already joined them, but she caught her husband’s glance. She smiled back to him. Charles lifted his leg, and ran his toes along her own. Her smile grew more beatific at that, and she let him explore. “What?”Misha asked, his tone burlesque. “Didn’t you get all your hanky-panky done already?” Charles felt his ears flush with embarrassment, even as the other Long’s all laughed. He pulled his leg back, and smiled once more to his wife. She did the same, and then returned to talking amongst the ladies. A moment later, and two plates full of hot stew were set down before them. Charles glanced back over his shoulder and found James there, his grin plain upon his equine muzzle. “I’ll be right back with your wine.” Nodding, Charles looked down at his plate. A spoon was set into the broth. Chunks of potato, carrot and beef were stirred up into the meaty sauce. The scent was rich, and not to be denied. Quickly saying grace over his meal, Charles dug into the delightful mix. He’d not eaten so well in quite a long time. The broth melted upon his tongue, soaking into every nook of his maw. After swallowing his first bite he leaned back and nodded. “Oh, this never tastes so good until you get back from a mission.” The other Longs nearby all nodded their agreement, but it was Finbar who spoke, “Yes. The best meal ever, right?” “You bet,” Misha nodded, lifting his mazer to his muzzle. “And the best drink too!” he chimed, a bit loudly. His grey eyes stole over to where the otter was sitting, but she was studiously pretending that she had not heard that. James came back then with two goblets filled with a tender red wine. “There you are,” he said, smiling to them both. Charles patted the seat next to him, the ladies were just a bit further over. “Why don’t you sit with us?” “I’ve got to work,” the donkey protested. “Not right now you don’t. Sit down.” “Yes, do sit down,” Edmund said, looking over his shoulder at the equine. Blushing ever so slightly, James took the seat next to the rat, and folded his hoof-like hands before him over the table. Charles spooned another mouthful of delicious potato into his muzzle, and then sipped at the wine to wash it down. The wine appeared deceptively light, as the taste was so potent Charles nearly spat it out in surprise. But he did manage to get it down, though it would take him a moment to put his eyes back in their sockets. “That’s the one thing you have to admire about Lars,” James said then, noticing the look of surprise on the rat’s face. “He never waters anything down.” Charles nodded and wiped his muzzle with the back of one paw. “I noticed! So, you work for Lars now?” “Only every other night. Both Jurmas and Lars needed an extra hand, so I’m helping them both out. Jurmas lets me sleep in one of his rooms instead of paying me, so all my money I make here. During the day I work with Angus. He’s training me to use a sword.” James rubbed his forearms then. “I never knew how hard that could be!” Misha nodded a bit, cradling his mazer with both paws. “It does take some practice. You’ll get used to the weight after a while.” James shook his head, “I don’t think so, he’s making me use a blade that’s nearly twice my size. Maybe I shouldn’t bother.” Charles laughed and shook his head, swallowing a bit of carrot. “That’s just Angus for you. He’s waiting for you to tell him you need a lighter blade. He does this to everyone, it’s ot just you.” The donkey blinked in surprise. “Really? He’s just so, intimidating.” Misha laughed and slapped one knee then. “That’s Angus for you!” Lord Avery spoke then, his long tail twitching behind him. “Angus will be gruff with you until you ask him for a lighter sword. Once you do, you’ll find him a more pleasant instructor.” James still looked little spooked, and so Charles patted him on the shoulder. “Tell you what. Tomorrow, after these clowns are gone,” he hooked his thumb over at the Long scouts. Misha narrowed his eye at that, but still looked as if he was one breath away from erupting into laughter. “I’ll walk with you to see Angus so you can ask him for that lighter sword.” “Thank you, Charles,” James said, smiling then, appearing far more comfortable. “Oh, it’s my pleasure.” “Don’t worry about it, James,” Lord Avery said, leaning a bit further over the table. “Last Spring we had a batch of recruits so afraid to ask him anything, that Angus and a friend had to get into a duel so they’d see that they’d need a different weapon.” “He did?” James asked, long ears perking. Avery nodded. “Oh yes. In fact, but the part that really drove Angus out of his gourd was that a few of them kept calling him ‘Sir’. He takes quite a lot of pride in the fact that he is of common birth.” “I’ll remember never to call him that again,” James said, smiling then, a chuckle behind his words. Avery leaned even closer, “Oh, and he says that you are pretty good. But don’t tell him I told you.’ James smiled even wider then, sitting up straighter in his seat. “Thank you, milord.” Avery sat back in his seat then, and waggled one finger, his other paw wrapping about his mazer. “Now, about that ‘milord’...” The others around the table all laughed, and James joined in a moment later. After they’d stopped laughing, they all took a drink, including Charles. He was more prepared for the wine this time, so his eyes pressed at their sockets only a little. Charles glanced over to his wife and smiled to her. She was finishing off the last of her stew, whiskers twitching with every chew. And then she put her spoon back to the plate and found nothing else there. “Still hungry, my sweet?” He asked her. His own plate only had a few carrots and a piece of meat left. Kimberly nodded and sipped at her wine. She held her plate over to James. “Would you please get me some more stew. I’m feeling very hungry tonight.” Lady Avery’s eyes grew slightly larger at that, but she said nothing. James nodded at that, and took the plate in his hands. “I hope Lars doesn’t mind.” He stood up and returned to the kitchen. The great bear gave him a questioning glance, but otherwise did nothing. “So,” Charles said, turning to Misha and the other longs. “Will you be heading back to Metamor tomorrow?” Misha nodded. “First thing in the morning. There are reports to fill out and other business to attend to.” The fox sipped from his mazer then, one grey eye narrowing. “I also would like to be home again. It has been too long since I’ve just been able to spend a day quietly.” Some of the others nodded their assent at this. The fox then turned more fully upon his friend. “I am glad that you were able to accompany us on this venture, Charles. I hope I’ll be able to come by this way again before the Equinox.” “Yes,” Charles said, smiling then. “But either way, we shall have a good time this evening.” “We shall indeed!” Misha trumpeted delightedly as he held his mazer aloft. “To the Longs!” Charles held his goblet up, as did Kimberly. The others held whatever they had available and raised them in salute. “To the Longs,” they all repeated, and each took a long draught. Charles had to expend quite a bit of effort to keep from spluttering but he managed to keep his brew down. He smiled to his wife, and ran his foot along her leg again. She smiled in return. Yes, it was wonderful to be home, Charles thought. |
He was someplace warm. Charles could feel his dreams still there, fading like a crimson sunset into the violet twilight. His eyes were closed still, body only beginning its climb up from slumber to wakefulness. Layer upon layer of soft warmth covered his insouciant form. Images and sounds and scents coalesced together only slowly, still a blurry image as if he were staring through smoky glass. Aside from the warmth, the first sensation he could catalogue and understand was the dull throbbing that beat with a sullen rhythm inside of his head. A dim awareness of its origin graced his consciousness, as well as vague recollections of that time. The light pounding, a solemn drum beat to signal the march of pall bearers bringing a much heralded general to rest, brought back to mind one of the last things he could remember before the warmth of sleep had taken him. He’d been standing upon the table, stein in hand, ale frothing over its edges, and singing badly in his inebriated state. Charles could almost move his lips as the tune and words came back to him then. |
And there came great men, brothers three To see yon lass of Pallowtry. ‘Fore her they fell on bended knee And she asked them what she might see! The first of the brothers spoke thus, “See the eldest, tis I, of us. And ne’er shall there be any fuss About filling all of thy lust!” With that the second stood just then, “The strongest of all of thy men Is standing now within your ken Let me be the cock to thy hen!” The third arose with a great shout, “Ignore my kin, two foolish louts! Neither are as brave, or as stout. So let me bring my manhood out!” At that the lass did laugh with glee, “Three great men before me I see, Eldest, strongest, stoutest, for me! Gladly will I take all of thee!” |
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