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Just Before the Tournament - a chance encounter |
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Written by The Marquis dAscoyne
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Sunday, 13 November 2005 |
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The Marquis felt his body chill listening to the wee one. He eyed her coldly for a moment but quickly regained his loving grandfatherly stare at the young guest. He leaned forward and said confidentially
“I share thy concerns young mistress and will champion them in all rounds of Tournament” He leaned back and nodded with a loving smile.
It was at this point that three knights, Barons Robespierre, Latreque and LaMortt interrupted the conversation announcing that LaMortt looked forward to defeating the old warrior and inquired if he wished to wager anything of value on the contests. Before he could make reply, the little girl turned to face the three.
The Marquis noticed two things, first when she looked at the trio they stopped talking and muttering and stood as if carved from stone. Secondly their seemed to be a blue white glow emanating from her eyes.
“Begone varlets and clean your stables!” The voice was commanding and yet so young., The trio turned quickly and quick stepped towards the stables. She turned to address d’Ascoyne, whose heart was thumping like a muffled tocsin.
“My Lady”- and she got off the chair and put her hand on his. His heart calmed immediately. She looked at him and smiled. “Do what you must to teach these loggerheads humility, good and faithful knight.” She scampered off as any young girl of eight until she was gone from his sight.
He returned to his chair and thought about what had transpired when he noticed the tart tin was gone. He laughed to himself, “Well, tis good she regained her appetite.” He was asleep within moments.
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Last Updated ( Monday, 14 November 2005 )
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Literature 
