Rosie and Sele set to work ... Rosie finding ever more amusing ways to distract a person while Sele used her sleeve knife to cut their purses in a blink of an eye then disappear into the crowds ..at one point Rosie disappeared for quite some time ... when they found each other again she was fuming ... " I will tell you later Chickie let us get back to work ".
By the end of a very hot afternoon ... they were exhausted . "Let us treat ourselves to an Inn for se night .. " suggested Rosie.
"We can have se nice bath and some food ... we have plenty of coins now yes... ? " "What about Fede ? should we not get back ?" "Phut ! Fede 'as gone to find 'is ginger boy... 'e will not be back tonight "
" An Inn it is then ! " They linked arms and giggled all the way to the Battering Ram ... this looked good. The smells coming out of the open door were very appealing and the laughter and music made for a happy atmosphere . They went inside and it was very full , as they pushed their way to the counter a few drunken lads whistled their direction , but Rosie muttered something and gave them the sign of the evil eye . The look of horror on the boys faces made them look at each other and burst out laughing ... Sele had missed Rosie.
The food was good , the ale even better and the happy place made for a good nights sleep.In the morning they would find Fede and decide what to do .If Rosie would just stop snoring and talking ..." My pearls .. " she kept saying... Selecaf felt a pang of guilt , if was the last thing she did she would get Rosie her pearls back ...maybe she would tell her what had happened when she got lost and why she was in a huddle with those girls ... Rosie was a mystery sometimes. That was why she loved her so much she thought as she drifted into a peaceful,contented sleep.
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Federyco staggered out into the sunlight the next morning, having snuck out while Griffie was yet sleeping. His head was pounding and he regretted not getting up before the bright sun had made its presence known, and people... gods, there were people everywhere...what was the world doing alive while he was barely conscious. Memories of the previous night came over him.
The "tavern", Griffie invited him back to was not quite the place Federyco was expecting. It was more like the home of some wealthy merchant. Griffie had some means, or had friends in high places. The friend--the dragon--Griffie was looking for was not anywhere to be found at that moment, something for which Federyco was eternally grateful. He had promised to humiliate one such as that! So high up! He'd be putting his life into his hands. No point making this happen too sooner than he needed.
And the wine that was in the room where Griffie was staying, it was quite good, but there was so much of it! And Griffie drank as if it were the last wine on earth. But perhaps it wasn't so bad that they were drinking...because it helped Federyco forget about his imminent doom and he was able to perform, albeit clumsily, like a champion. Because no matter what else, Griffie had a body that would not stop and a sexual appetite that was unquenchable.
If only Griffie had shouted "Ryco" instead of that other "R" name as he was getting ready to erupt...
And now Federyco had made a promise--to defeat the dragon in hand-to-hand combat, and he had no idea how he was getting out of it. Defeating and humiliating the man would lead to bigger problems down the road, but he had promised...
He accidentally bumped into a man who was dressed in brown fur, carrying a dog's head in his hand, preparing for a mummer's show or... ah, the parade. "Excuse yourself Dornish pig!" the man shouted, but Federyco didn't have the wherewithal to be offended. He nodded and moved on. He went to the campsite, but Marya was not there--nobody was there! If only he could find her again, she would know what to do.
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Muttering to herlsef, running blindly through the empty streets, Aestyla was glad the few people out that early were too drunk to notice her; she knew she looked mad. And she was mad, mad with anger, pain and rage. She swallowed her tears as they run down her cheek. Bloody idiot, carrying something so lethal with not a single precaution. There's nothing more dangerous in this world than a confident fool. Amateurs. Cocky half baked quacks. Like Potty with all his high and mighty airs and his judgemental eyes, making her feel guilty, surely blaming her too... That could have never happened to her. Or Auntie. Mom was another story. It wasn't carelessness. It wasn't. You can't even live in a place like auntie's if you don't know how to handle yourself around the bottles, powders and herb bundles all over the place, if you're going to be absent mindedly toying with everything you can put your hands on... like Potty did. All the time.
Aestylla stomped through the door of Auntie Greenie's shop and surveyed the place. It was cold, musty and empty. Aliza's mat still rested by the fire. She couldn't bare the sight of it. Fighting back the tears, she stepped over Potty's messy blanket full of crumbs and leftovers. Goddam it, man, can't you take your plate back to the table? Leaving bread, cheese and berries there for the rats is never a good idea. She'd already began rolling away Aliza's blanket when she suddenly realized what she had seen. Berries? There was no edible berries in the house!
Heart thumping, she sniffed the plate and looked up. Potty had left his plate under a bundle of holly berries that hung drying from the ceiling. At least he didn't seem to have eaten them. Or had he? She shuddered. That was it. Her heart drummed louder in anger, guilt and fear. Fighting back tears, she grabbed a chair, stepped on it, and started knocking down the herb bundles from the roof. Coughing and sneezing, she headed then towards the shelves, folded her skirt and started packing vials and bottles in it. She knew where she could hide them. If only her fingers would stop trembling...
The next things were fuzzy in her head even hours later. The door opening, she letting go the hem of her dress, the bottles crashing on the floor, her legs seemingly growing roots, her desperate shriek, Potty's figure advancing through the fumes despite her pleas for him to run away... And suddenly he was there, his face so clear and resolute against the shady background of the room. He grabbed her arms and tried to jerk her forwards, but she couldn't move. He seemed to be talking, but she couldn't hear him over her own heartbeat. He rattled her. And then it happened. He looked long and deep into her, with eyes full of sorrow, bit his lip, and slapped her hard and strong across the face.
Sound came back. And the sting in her cheek and her pride. Like a cat hit by a thunderbolt he kneed him in the groin and and run out into the daylight. But she didn't go far. The city was awakening and she wanted to be alone. Everyone was getting ready for the Parade of the Roses, all shops but taverns were closed. She stopped by the smithy's shed and cleaned her hands, legs and face in the trough. She didn't dare do ablutions since there were too many dead insects floating on the water's surface. People passing stared and rushed away from her. She heard her horse whine inside, picked up a stone from the ground and broke open the padlock. The place smelled of sweat and dung, but she didn't care, she sat on the hay by the horse and fell asleep caressing his shy new mane.
When she woke up, the sun was already high in the sky and faint music was seeping in from far away. The parade must have already begun. And then there was the jousting and all that bollocks Potty seemed so fond of. He didn't even have a helmet, yet he seemed determined to go. He'd be dead by them before she was able to put her hands on him to make him pay for that henious slap. She couldn't let that happen. Her eyes wandered about the yard. Maybe the smith would have something. Scanning the discarded items waiting to be melted back, she found an old rusty green armor, a and copper colander that would fit as a helmet. She tiptoed back towards Auntie Greenie, and peeked inside. The house had been partially cleaned up, but it was empty, except for Gaeyom, who was melting some cheese with his spit. He jumped towards her as soon as he saw her, and nested in her hair. There was a muffled noise coming from the back of the house, like someone busy cleaning or cooking something. She left the armor next to the broom by the door and rubbing her cheek as if it were still sore, she smiled and lost herself in the crowd.
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“Fear is a strange soil. It grows obedience like corn, which grow in straight lines to make weeding easier. But sometimes it grows the potatoes of defiance, which flourish underground.”
So Marya wanted to make some money selling enchantments her grandmother taught her when she was a child… “But probably would not work. That old, evil hag was also a big fat liar” thought Marya convincing herself to “work” the crowd with her friend. Marya was having a ball with Sele when she thought she saw two familiar faces in the crowd. “Sele, to your right, are not those two the daughters of the gravedigger and the apothecary?” But Sele wasn´t there anymore. “What?... I lose everything these days”.
Alone again she thought to follow the girls, just when saw a man carrying a big bag of money in his belt. “I can´t lose this opportunity“. The septa took her knife and tried to do the same as Sele did but the man quickly noticed and began shouting "Thief, thief!" and grabbed Marya by her clothes while she was trying to escape, keeping a piece of the Septa´s cloak in his hands. In seconds she was chased by a group of angry men.
She ran through the crowd that filled the streets of the city. She could barely breathe. “How could I get into such a trouble? Nothing goes well when I want to fool people. I should known better, it´s all Pepe´s fault. And where is he when you need him?”. All these things were in her head when she hit something hard enough to throw her on the floor.
“S- sweet Diogenes, what on Planetos is this?” The man looked at her with watery and silly blue eyes. Marya said with contempt “Buy a desert and sweep it, fool”.
"Ah..I....what? Why would I buy a desert? The sand would get into my eyes and my skin would start to itch ...like it does now, and."
“Move away!" said Marya.
"I would, if you would get your hands out of my pockets!", he said.
Marya heard the footsteps of the men who were chasing her. “No wait, don´t move”.
Men passed by without seeing her, "Now move, your bones are hurting me". He got up with a grunt, pulling her up at the same time.
"You're...a septa? My apologies, I..um...I don't make a habbit out of pinning septas to the ground. Then again, septas don't make a habit out of pickpocketing me. Well, whatever your sins, I suppose the Seven will judge you accordingly, if they remember. Until they do, you should find some place to lay low."
“Sanctimonious twat,” thought Marya and scornfully glanced at the man, but something told her she could trust him and even if he were to surprise her with some bad intentions he seemed weak enough to knock him out with just one slap. “He needs some soup”. So when he offered his help Marya just nodded and followed him although she didn´t stop looking at him, every now and then, because his mouth was hurt. Not her fault but the man almost eaten some of her silver bracelets. “Poor bastard”, she thought, barely smiling without him noticing. The man took her to some stables saying:"Erm...here. You can stay here. Just be out by nightfall. And don't...pocket anything. Certainly not the horse. He bites."
Marya didn´t understand what the man said, he seemed shy and unsure about what to do with her. She thought for a moment that he would hand her over for money but she was almost certain that he would not be capable of such a thing. Just in case she would not stay there for too long. Her usual distrust of all unfamiliar things, yielded a little. “Gracias, Señor Diógenes Planetos, you can go now. I´ll be fine”. Marya didn´t know how or why she opened her black robe and showed him her knife held to her skinny legs. The man looked inadvertently, blushed and turned his eyes away.
"Ca..careful with that...that metal will give you rheumatism", said the man and disappeared before the septa´s eyes.
She would stay there just for a few minutes until she was sure be left alone. It was a small stable and smelled like hell. She approached the stable door to spy on the streets and could still saw the lean man trying to load the barrel on his shoulders and looking in her direction every so often. “Birlibirloque, go away at once you big fool" whispered Marya when the neighing of a horse and a clink of metal made her jump with joy. “Babieca!!!”. There was her beautiful horse as if by magic. Marya embraced and stroked him and asked where he's been while inspecting the animal. “Endevé Babieca, my heart and soul, at least you have been well treated". She stayed a while hugging the neck of his friend crying at the emotion of finding him again. “We have to go…” She was about to mount her horse when she heard a scream coming from the stable door. “Thief!”.
Three of the men chasing her were there but when they approached her, Babieca began to neigh and furiously kick, standing on his hind legs. Marya protected herself behind her horse, and walked backwards until she tripped over something on the floor and landed on the back wall of the stables. The old and rotten timbers yielded to her weight. Marya saw herself in the streets again. Furious and frightened realized she can not do anything for Babieca but keep running so the men would pursue her and not hurt the horse.
"Over here, dunces, idiots! I have been with your girlfriends, tell them I´ll pay them tomorrow".
Marya ran and ran, chased by the angry men, thinking she will rescue Babieca later. Then she got lost in the crowd, but to her surprise found herself among a group of colorful tents. Fewer people were circulating there but everyone seemed to work tirelessly. There was no trace of the men and Marya sighed with relief, but after a few steps passing by one of the tents she felt a giant hand on her butt that lifted her up in the air.
“Hardy har har… you should be one of mine, come here you dark little thing”.
Marya squirmed like a cat trying to get away from the force of the platinized beast who fondled, lifted and threw her into the air like a feather.
"If you let me go, idiot, I will teach you to read and write."
“Rwar, yes…A wild dark cat, I like you”.
Marya screamed and kicked but could not escaped from the hands of that animal. “Let me go beast or the eye of your asshole will be sealed and not even ogres would sodomize you”.
The huge man in the silvery armor guffawed. “Imma have fun with this one, Imma break you in half”.
Marya scratched the face of the beast and managed to see that his hair was tied in a long pony tail that she has seen on Dothraki warriors, although this was silver hair. She grabbed him by the hair and used the pony tail as a rope, placed one foot on the man´s chest and with her free leg she spectacularly kicked the man in his balls. He finally let her go amid insults and Marya ran away as if she had seen the devil himself. She sat on the street to catch her breath. She still had to find Sele but felt so angry and disgusted and sad that she could not think.
“Rosita?” asked two voices at the same time. Marya looked up and there were the two girls that she had crossed paths with a few hours before. “Are you feeling okay?” Marya burst into tears of rage and told them what happened to her with the man with the silver armor. “Silver? Does he have his hair tied in a long pony tail?”. “Sí, do you know him?”. “He´s The Silver Dragon, we have an appointment with him today, we were going to look for the third girl, also Dornish. He must have mistaken you with one of us, he´s crazy for all things Dornish, women and red wine”. Marya had an idea “Will you do something for me, lasses? Will you help me to get some revenge? .“Of course Rosie, what you have in mind?”. Marya reached into her bra and gave them a small bottle with a red liquid.“Pour this into his Dornish red, and it'll leave him useless for the tournament”. Marya thanked the Dornish girls and returned to the same place where she had lost Selecaf. She still felt angry. There Sele was, waiting. "What happened to you woman, look at you.” “I will tell you later chickie”. They worked for a while longer but Marya was starving and wanted to spend the night at an Inn to rest andthink about how and when torescue herbeloved horse. They ate and drank and went to bed. Before sleeping Marya strangely remembered the man who had helped that afternoon, Diógenes... or was he the one who sold her to those men?
… “No, it can´t be, he looked as simple as a pacifier's mechanic.” Before losing consciousness Marya thought: “I hope my snoring doesn´t bother Sele too much”.
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"I´d not prolongued the chewing up, Doc. Nor the being spat out. Not go out a cunt. It´s the dispatch I find inglorious. The whole delusory fucking self importance.". Al Swedgin ;).
"Oh, my soul," Federyco cried to himself, "I have put myself into a specacular predicament and my little Septa is nowhere to be found."
His fate was now sealed. He decided to set off and find where to sign up for the tournament, saying a little prayer to Mother, Crone and Maiden that it would not take too long to locate. The truth was, however, Federyco had never before been in a tournament other than the occasional little country fairs that they had in the west of Dorne, and had no clue what to look for.
But it was obvious. there was a green and yellow tent with ribbons hanging from the front of it, and a huge banner that said, "Tourneymente Rolls" in great bold florid letters. A sour face man was sitting there with a quill and a scroll, ready to sign names.
"I would like to sign up for the fencing entry."
"Very well, ser, can I have your name?"
"Ser Federyco Armyndo Rojallo de los Pepae of the Beloved Shrine of the Apparition..."
The man gave him a blank stare.
"Just put Federyco of House Pepae, then. I am a pedigree knight, be assured."
The man continued to give him a blank stare and then looked down. "What's your sigil?"
"A sapito on field of white holding an alfajor"
"Bloody 'ell, man."
"A frog with a cookie."
The man burst out laughing. "I'll just put 'the Knight of Frogs and Cookies' right 'ere."
"But that's not..."
"The fee is two silver stags."
"Two sil...?"
The man gave him a dark look. "You 'ave two silver stags, do you not?"
"Of course I do! I just do not have it on me."
Dejected, Federyco set off hoping against all hope that he could earn some money once and for all. He had made this promise to this young man, and it would be dishonorable to break that promise, plus he might never have his bed again. That would be a disaster. After a moment, he came upon some children roasting soft sugar rolls over a fire pit. "Oh, I do love roasted sugar rolls! And I know a few tricks!"
One of the children, almost a woman really, but not at all pleasant to look at, spoke up. "I would dearly love to see some tricks!" Fede thought he saw hair on this child's face, as if she were growing a mustache. She was wearing fox fur on her shoulders, an emblem that seemed a bit familiar.
"Very well, my lady. I should like to show you how to juggle." And maybe you might throw some money my way, dear ugly girl? Federyco grabbed two sticks from children with burning sugar rolls. "Give me your stick, child." he said to a third, a small, scarred, boy wearing a tunic with three horses or wolves or some beast who was generally unwilling to part with his snack. "For the fun, my child" Federyco snatched it away with a grunt, and began twirling.
Up and up, higher and higher the sticks twirled, and Federyco with the grace of an angel juggled them prodigiously. "Follow them closely here. You there, toss me yours," he called to another youth, who followed therein.
Fede was now juggling four sticks with fire at the end, to the clapping and excitement of the rapidly drawing crowd. Coins were being tossed on the ground before him, and he smiled.
Suddenly, another child threw a stick much to Federyco's horror, and the flaming, twirling conflagration rained down on the ground while Federyco put his arms up to protect himself. Thankfully none of the children were close...
"Argh!!! my face!" the scarred boy screamed! As the flaming dessert spread down the side of it.
"Oooh! Yes!" the moustacheod maiden screamed. "Burn someone else!"
But there were other, angrier things being shout at that point, and Federyco was loathe to find any of the coins that had been tossed amid the fire on the ground and the chaos around him.
"Sapito! aqui!" he heard a familiar voice scream at him as he ran that direction.
"Marya, where were you! I am forced to enter the tournament but have no money!" he said, as he noticed the presence of that other woman he thought had vanished.
Marya smiled and said, as they were moving, "We have money, Fede! Now tell us what happened."
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"There's no cure for being a cunt." Bronn "King Stannis is my god." Davos "Who the fuck is Jon Snow?" Locke
The air was filled with butterflies which made Potty dizzy. The tourney grounds smelled like piss and roasted horse meat, with man sweat on top. Potty felt like he was back in Oldtown again, and this made him smile. Oldtown never felt like home, but then nothing really did. Oldtown felt more like sour wine and women in need of a quick remedy for unwanted little people growing out of their bellies, or a quick remedy for getting said little people out of their bellies. Potty had become quite masterful at being a midwife. But this wouldn’t help him in the tourney though. Potty evaluated his strengths. Archery? Maybe not. Potty’s arrow wasn’t quite straight, but more curbed. Arakh? Unfortunately dothraki weapons had never been a big hit in Westeros, not even in Highgarden. Two other options left. Jousting and melee. The very thought of jousting filled Potty’s guts with a renewed appreciation of life. He wouldn’t want to let go of that so easily. Melee it is, then. Potty found the lists and enlisted. That went smoothly and made Potty very happy. No one wanted to kill him today. Of course, that will all change tomorrow and that made Potty very sad. He’ll have to prevent that from happening, which meant purchasing some armor and a trusty destrier. That meant spending a great deal of coin, which again made Potty very sad; but then, it still wasn’t his money, and that again made him very happy.
He could find no good horse on the tourney grounds though, all had been taken or maybe they simple aged very fast. A deadbeat won’t do, not if Potty valued his nuts. And Potty did value his nuts. So he turned towards Highgarden, thinking he’d have better luck in the city, where all the posh shops were. Once in Highgarden though, inspiration struck. He already had a horse he could borrow, Aestylla surely wouldn’t mind. Some sweetwine might help too. Potty bought a small barrel. While he was carrying his barrel through the herd of wide-mouths, a small dark duck bumped into his back and brought him down with it. The small dark duck turned out to have very human arms however, covered in shiny clattering metal; one of these bits of metal found its way into his mouth, and it didn’t taste very good. “S- sweet Diogenes, what on Planetos is this?” he gasped. “Buy a desert and sweep it, fool”, the duck muttered. Potty couldn’t understand the logic behind those words. "Ah..I....what? Why would I buy a desert? The sand would get into my eyes and my skin would start to itch ...like it does now, and..." “Move away!" she quacked. "I would, if you would get your hands out of my pockets!" “No wait, don´t move"..."Now move, your bones are hurting me". Potty wished the duck would make up her mind. He got up. The little duck turned out to be a woman, and the woman turned out to be a septa. That made Potty feel very awkward. One does not simply land on top of a septa, no matter what her hands might have been doing. "You're...a septa? My apologies, I..um...I don't make a habbit out of pinning septas to the ground. Then again, septas don't make a habit out of pickpocketing me.” The septa seemed in a bit of a situation, quite unnatural for such a godly figure. “Well, whatever your sins, I suppose the Seven will judge you accordingly, if they remember. Until they do, you should find some place to lay low." He decided that if he'd help this septa, the Seven might spare his limbs tomorrow.
So after retrieving his barrel, he led her to Auntie Greenie’s stable, thinking it was the least he could do without actually doing too much. The septa seemed to be slightly out of her wits; before he left her, she showed him the knife she had strapped on her inner thigh. This must be the new fashion, Potty told himself. The women he had met lately all seemed enamored with their knives. She’ll catch rheumatism, he thought out loud. Women shouldn’t endanger their health like that. Speaking of endangering one’s health, he should find Aestylla and get ready for the tourney. This septa was making him stupid.
He left her, got his barrel and went inside The Bathtub, where he found Aestylla crying and raging. It broke his heart to see her like that, but ultimately he figured it must be her moon madness setting in. A man could only do two things at such a time, but Potty had not drunk enough to muster the courage to do the more fun one. So, with a heavy heart, he settled for the other, and slapped Aestylla’s rosy cheek. She turned red, he turned blue, she left, he stayed. “Women will be the death of me, I swear…” Aestylla must have thought the same way, because when she finally came back later that evening, she left him a ridiculously old suit of armor by the door. Potty spent the night wondering if she did it because she cared for him, or cared to see him dead. In the end, Potty concluded it had to be both, and felt bizarrely loved.
Tomorrow would be a big day, he dreamed. He’d be competing in the first melee, which was open to all, from lords to beggars, that is if they could afford a horse, armor and a sword at the very least. There would be groups of 7 warriors competing against each other. He wished he could remember their names, but the only ones that came to mind were a pathetic duo he thought he had seen before: Lando and Lewan Lannister. Those who were jousting would be risking more, however, and Potty congratulated himself on keeping away. The day will be opened by a pair Potty knew nothing about, Weimar Targaryen against a Dornish knight called Pepae, followed by an ironborn Potty seemed to recall from long ago, going against the awful lord Myrn, who Potty definitely remembered from Oldtown, and soon wished he hadn't. Under the covers, Potty felt safe and warm. Aestylla was thrashing under hers. This made Potty itchy again, and so he decided to go out to puff some herbs, and maybe have a little wank to help him sleep.
Selecaf The next morning they woke early and content ... "What shall we do Rosie ? " Sele asked Marya " we need to find Fede yes and you need to tell me what happened yesterday ... when we were split ...? " Rosie flushed at the memory and told Sele the whole story including her little payback bottle of fun for the large rude Targ.
They broke their fast on some tasty nibbles from the kitchens and washed it down with large tankard of ale ... Sele wiped the froth with the back of her hand and Marya glowered, " Wut Rosie ? ".
They were returning to where Marya and Fede had camped two nights ago when they heard a commotion ... children screaming and crying ... Then they saw him ... Fede . All hell had broken loose with what looked like Fede juggling act gone horribly wrong ... As they were running , Fede explained he needed money to enter the lists and the promise he had made to his "Ginger boy".... " We have se money ... " Marya had shouted as they ran along ..they scuttled into a back alley and fell about the place panting and laughing ... "Never simple with us ... is it? "
When they had gotten their breathe back , Fede was so animated telling how he had promised this Ginger guy that he would deal with his Silver Prince and how it must be in the tourney that Marya and Selecaf could not help but feel for him .. "Alright Fed , we will help . " reassured Sele."We have plenty of money , right Rosie ? " Marya nodded . " So what do we need to do ?
Fede breathed a long slow breath in .... and out again . " We NEED dear child ... to enroll , to buy tent and armour and horse , where did we leave the horses? We need food and supplies and ... " on and on he went ... Marya nodded and tutted in all the right places ... Sele got bored and by the time they had wondered back to where he needed to enroll and the tents were she needed to get some air ... she wandered for a bit and came across some gypsies selling horses...that's when she saw him .. The largest Shire horse she had ever seen ... she NEEDED him he was like sex on four legs ... Nookie she would call him. She bartered with them and got what she thought was a pretty good deal . She jumped on his back and it felt good .When she got back to Fede they had enrolled and she suddenly realized why they looked at her in horror ! " Fencing ? !!! " What in the seven hells ? So we don't need this horse ... dammit ... I will see if they will take him back". With a heavy heart she wondered back to the sounds of the most beautiful music she had every heard .. a harp was it? and that voice ... it ended and then she saw him .. Silver hair flowing in the wind .. Nookie decided to stop and eat grass and Sele went staright over his head . Thud. She looked up and there he was an Angle, a God ?
" Ho there , are you hurt my lady? " He murmured in soft dulcet tones .. He lifted her to her feet and kissed her hand" Rheager at you service" and swooped down low . A thousand little pink birds fluttered around her heart ... he was beautiful like the stories of old Valeria ...but he had a sadness around his eyes . " If you are in deed well my lady I must go" " Must you? " Sele stammered ... He smiled an waved gently as he strode away with his entourage behind .
"WHAT ? " Screamed Fed " You met the Silver Prince? "
He ripped open his tent flap and stormed inside. "How dare, she? That WHORE!", the gall! The impudance! His three Dornish wenches stood in a row, all looking down, the tall one spoke first: "It has been a long day milord, we poured you a fresh flagon of Dornish red, this one is quite a special vintage, we are certain you will like it." He didn't even feel like wasting his breath on them, he grabbed the flagon off the tray and just waved his hand in dismissal. After they exited the tent, he yelled: "BOY! Get in here!". His squire rushed in soundlessly, wearing a hilariously large bandage over his right cheek."Get my armor, time to get ready!", he got up and slammed his cup on the table. He wasn't thisty for wine anyways, only blood.
All the pomp and circumstance bored him, the naming of the participants, the praising of the lords and ladies, blah blah blah. Even when he had to pretend to care about the "queen of love and beauty" it was the Lord's daughter with the pinched face, and a body as flat as a board. He only cared for the applause and adoration, and then the rush as he thundered across the tilt toward anyone foolish enough, or unlucky enough to face him.
He had to wait for the other, nameless, stupid knights to go through the motions, one more clumbsy and unremarkable than the other. In the lower afternoon it was finally time and this was his favorite moment. In his silver and valyrian armor on top of his massive shining warhorse he was a sight to see, his spear had thin silver inlays that shone so brightly it even impressed the Highgarden lords with it's craftmanship. His opponent, who he only noticed now, was some skinny knight, even in his jumble of mismatched, unfitted armor. Somehow his skinny horse was an even sorrier sight. "His name is Federyco Pepae, the frog knight", the squire said. "Ha! This ought to be good!" Waemar thought gleefully.
His braid was woven into a tight bun, and fit perfectly in his helm, which looked like a winged silver dragon draped over it's face, it's eyes two red sapphires. It was time to give them a show.
Thraxes, his stallion was fresh, rested and ready, Waemar and Fede rode to the Lord's audience box and bowed, he laughed inside his armor, as he saw he towered at least two feet over Fede's horse. They gallopped to the starting lines and faced each other, waiting for the trumpet to cue their charge.
He shouldered his lance and when the trumpet blare came, he was off, heavy hooves hitting the mud, his armor weighing down on his whole body,vibrating, hearing his own breath, THIS is what he lived for, here is where the Dragon soared! He aimed square at the Frog's chest, he had him beat by size and weight, so a direct hit would send the frog flying off the back of his skinny horse. Closer, closer, the hit would happen NOW! Waemar blinked in his helm, felt his spear shudder and heared the crowd go: "Oooooh!"
The skinny frog had deflected his hit,..."How??" He reached the end of the list and turned Thraxes for a second run. "The frog knight got lucky", Waemar thought. They charged again....and again and AGAIN...each time the skinny knight would use his thin frame to duck, deflect, parry and block the dragons lance, never letting it catch on his armor to knock him off. This went on for six rounds. The Frog knight was using his thin frame and speed well, but Waemar had no time to be impressed.
The Dragon was growing tired and impatient, usually he would finish his opponents in a single hit, now his heavy armor was wearing him down and the heat was getting to him. "Time to improvise" he thought, he was not going to let the Frog get away again, he would feint for a chest charge and then jerk up and tear his head off, dishonorable? Maybe, but it would make a good show....but first...some wine! He was parched. "BOY! WINE!", the squire got a cup from one of the Dornish girls to him and he gulped down the large flagon with a single chug. "The wine tasted odd again! The Lord of Highgarded would hear of this later!"
As he adjusted his helm, his eyes lost their focus and his head spun a little, what is this? He must be getting tired, enough foolishness, time to end this mummers show. He got ready and waited for the blare, then he charged. As Thraxes charged the ground seemed to pound like a drum in his head, he tried to aim for the frog but his eyes grew blurry, and his fingers felt tingly. Only a few yards to go, feint for the chest and then aim for the frogs head! They were almost on each other.
Then he lost his grip, His lance dipped downward, it dug a trench into the ground and then burried itself, sending Waemar toppling backwards, sailing through the air and end up as a silver heap into the muddy muck. Incensed, drugged and burning with hate and indignation he pulled out his dagger and in a flash he flung it to the head of that wreched frog knight.
Had he had all his senses he would've hit the back of Fede's head perfectly, but it was off by two inches and only nicked his cheek. The frog knigh was shocked and felt his bleeding face. "FACE ME YOU COWARD! I CHALLENGE YOU!". BOY MY SWORD!, and in a blink his squire brought the sword in Waemar's hand.
He was truly surprised when Pepe didn't get off his horse, instead charging him! For a split second, Waemar was impressed at his bravura. Even with his reeling mind, he saw that Pepae was aimed for his chest, he was gonna knock up his lance, and then drive his sword in The Frog's breast plate, his dinky armor would be no match for razor sharp valyrian steel. So he did, he knocked the lance up, but not high enough! The lance jerked up and caught in Waemar's helm, tearing it off his head, and then the silver dragon shrieked with a pain he had never felt before.
The lance had knocked off his helm and caught his hair braid that had pinched at the knot at the base of his skull, tearing off like some cheap Ironborn rope, his neck was in agony from the force it had absorbed. He felt his burning head, his hair was down to only a few inches, but at least it had not scalped off, but certainly felt that way. The pain had cleared his mind, and he was seeing red with fury, the dragon was awoken and the frog would pay! He spun around for the Frog Knight, but he did not know it yet, but the battle was over.
He was surrounded by Highgarden guards, their commander spoke: "Stand DOWN, Ser! You lost the joust, now retreat like a gentleman, no more of this dishonor. Or you will walk off this ground in chains!" Waemar, looked at the stunned, ghasping crowd and spit at the ground, ducked below the tilt and stomped back to his tent, the world spinning with every step. The audience erupted: FROG KNIGHT,FROG KNIGHT, ALL HAIL THE FROG KNIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Back in his tent, he could not believe what his squire was telling him: "Ser, apologies, but you lost. You have nothing. The purse...you always bet all that you owe, granted we did it for show as you never lost, but you DID lose this time. Your coffers, your armor, your horse, it all goes to Pepae. Even the Dornish girls already left."
Waemar would not hear it: "Never mind that you stupid dickless piglet, give me some ale, I need to drown my aches and sorrows!" The boy stood staring for a bit, turned to the table and poured, Waemar held out his hand for his cup, but instead his eyes were burning with wetness. "What the...?" The boy had flung the ale to his face and said, "Get it yourself, I resign, ser!"...and darted out of the tent with a nervous gale of laughter. He did not have the strength to chase after him, he was broken,...and truly alone.
He was not going to wait for the Frog night to collect his prize, he removed his now dirty, dented armor. Washed his face and looked at his warped image in the looking glass, then he took his dagger and felt the blade. As sharp as ever, then he slid it over is head, and felt his remaining silver locks fall off his back and shoulders....he had lost, so he did not deserve his braid anymore.
He donned his darkest tunic, breeches, boots, a large black leather cowl so he could hide his face. He scanned his tent, took a small coin purse with ten silver stags, a handful of golden dragons, and the only thing worth anything anymore, his grandfather sword "Darkfyre". "I am keeping this one". He waited till it was good past dark and exited his tent, he didn't even bother looking back.
He slinked out of the tourney grounds, aching all over, humiliated, ruined and embarrased. "At least I have my name...Ha!...Ser Waemar Targaryen, the dragon that got bested by a frog!". His breath was ragged, halting, for anyone walking past him, they probably would not know if he was laughing or crying. The only thing he had, he had besmirched with his need for attention, well, now he wanted none of it. He wanted no eyes on him now, as he sulked past the last people of the crowds. It would be a long journey on foot, heading to somewhere, anywhere but here.
Past a field below the shade of a tree with an odd red bark, he saw a horse, the thing was skeletal and drenched in sweat and foaming at the mouth. Like it had been ridden hard across half to death. He walked closer slowly and saw the horse was nuzzling the fresh dirt, making the saddest sound he ever heard, despite it looking dirty and haggard, he could see that it was once a stunning animal....the darkest hide he had ever seen, almost like a Shadow......
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Marya spent all morning trying to make Fede understand that she had found Babieca and had to get him back but, once again, he didn´t hear although she did all she could to reminded him. "So now…we need to buy tent and armour and horse, where did we leave the horses?", asked Federyco.
“Yes, see? that I know, your horse is at the entrance of the laberynth in HG´s gardens and I found my Babieca and I woul……"
“Yes, yes, you would like to bring my horse back Marya so go go, what are you waiting for?” Marya looked at him as one looks an old mucus found glued under a chair but swallowed her anger because that way she could look for Babieca.
"Sure Pepe, why not, while I take care of everything you please go take a bath. I can smell that ginger all over you. Take this money and go to the Inn".
Marya went to the green and yellow tent to complete Fede´s registration in the tournament but they only irrespectfully remembered something about a frog and a cookie so she wanted to made a new inscription…yetshe feltstrangelydistractedsincethe night before, for some reasoncouldn´t stop thinking aboutDiógenesPlanetosand that prevented her to remember where Fede was supposed to be enrolled. “He fence but he asked for his horse and armor”. So she asked the person in charge “Can you tell me Señor where the silver prince enrolled?” The man checked parchments and scrolls and replied “…blah blah blah… Lemoncakes ummm… here! The Silver d…… “ , Marya inmediately interrupted him “Yes yes, there you have it”. “Jousting then, are you sure Septa?”. “Well, yes, I guess…Sí si, you do that.” She paid and forgot about the whole thing. “That silly old man” she found herself thinking about Diógenes again.
On the way to the castle´s gardens Marya searched for the stables where she left her horse the day before and when she was about to give up, found the place, but Babieca wasn´t there. Shecould try toask thelocalsbut againFede´sproblemswere moreurgentthan hersso Maryawent to pick up the horsesthat were leftat the gateof the castle´s laberynth. Returning to the place where she had left Fede and Sele, Marya saw an armor and a spear she could pay, even if jumble, mismatched and unfitted that those things were but… what Marya knew about jousting?. “Or Pepe, for that matter. Horny beast, the things he can do for a pretty ginger".
When she returned toFedehe was already therewaiting while Sele arrived mounted on a beautiful horse. Both Fede and the septa looked at her with curiosity but Marya could only heard her last words: “…so we don't need this horse ... dammit ... I will see if they will take him back". “It doesn´t matter Sele, you can keep him. He´s beautiful. Here Pepe, your horse and these things I found. You are enrolled in the tourney with that silvery prince of yours”. Pepe looked the armor with bewilderment but shrugged. Everyone knows that Marya does incomprehensible things at times and today she seems especially off. ”I guess now I have to practice. Time to sharpen Sapita”, said Federyco. “Sapita?” thought Marya and looked at him with the same bewilderment and she shrugged too.
The next morning, when the time for the tournament had come, Fede insisted on watching the fencing. Maryawas surprisedbut said nothingandSele, bored, went to watch the jousting.
“I see no Silver Prince”, said Fede
“Oh he does fence t…” shefailed tofinish the sentencewhenSelecame runningtowardsthem,withterror inher face.
“Fede they are calling you at the joustings!!! And your silver prince is there”.
Fede shouted “Whaaaaaaaaaat?”.
Marya blankly looked at him. “But you´re for the jousting, Pepito. You wanted a horse and an armor”
“I never said that! I can´t joust! I can´t joust! Pepeturned paleand with despair began to shaked Marya from her shoulders.
"What did you do Marya! Do you want to finish me? Why you hate me so much?”
“Ok Pepe, no seas un capullo, you don´t have to do this”.
“But I have to. It is a promess.”
Marya thought Fede would cry. “So you know what they say in our land Pepe: “agua y ajo..” But Sele finished the sentence: “...a joderse carajo”. “Sele, can you please, be his squire?". “Of course, let´s go Fed. I´ll take the horse and the armour". Marya had to pushed Fede to the ground where the joust was taking place while giving him some reprimands.
“This happens to you because you´re vicious Pepe, don´t blame me”.
“You hate me, you hate me so much. What were you thinking?” Marya rolled her eyes but she wondered “What was I thinking, really?”
When they came to the jousting Federyco´s contender was already there waiting. Fede saw him and tried to escape. But then Marya saw him and her blood boiled.
“That horrible slimy beast again!”
“See, see??? How come? Is that the prince?", Fede asked with horror.
“That is no prince Pepe. That´s The Silver Dragon… si llega a nacer más burro, nace con carro y todo” (if he were born more than a donkey he would born with cart and all). “Sele please, help Fede to prepare” said Marya.
“No, no, no” said Fede but he couldn´t move. “Please Fed, think, your beloved ginger must be looking” said Sele while helped him put his armour and mount the horse.
Suddenly, Marya remembered. “Pepe, listen, that is the beast that fondled me yesterday. I don´t understand why he´s here. I poisoned his wine. He should be sleeping as happy as a dirty ogre by now, but give it some time.”
It was painful to watch because he could hardly keep the spear in his arms.“But I don´t know how to do this!!”. While Fede screamed under his armor, Sele took him to the jousting track.
“Marya, what should I doooooooooooooo?”. Marya felt bad for the first time “You duck Pepe! You lovely quack! Duck!!!
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“Marya, what should I doooooooo!” Federyco started as the horse galloped down the line. The spear was ridiculous, what in the world was anyone to make of one of those things? It was pointing in every direction, as Federyco rode but none of them were the direction of the oncoming horseman, the Silver Dragon. And the helm was little help. Clearly designed for a man of a different head size and shape, possibly some dwarf, who knew. Federyco suddenly wished he had his own armor. But he needed to get control of it somehow, or else…
But what was the other combatant doing? His spear tapped Fede’s and then sailed on past him harmlessly. Nothing happened! They turned around to charge again. But while Federyco was hard pressed to get a handle on his spear, the other jouster was similarly disabled. They went through this four more times again. However, Federyco would have to get this joust under control or the other would score a very lucky hit soon.
that is the beast that fondled me yesterday
Marya’s words erupted on him like steam in a kettle. Fondled? My Septa? he thought, with rage. “Seleca…I mean… BOY! Agua! Pronto!” he called out to his “squire”. As Selecaf approached he whispered. “Tell Mayra that I will commence to disabuse this cretinous slug of his swagger in an orderly fashion!” Selecaf looked at him oddly as Federyco winked at her and took the bag she gave him, drinking fully.
Then he put his grate back down on his helmet and straightened up. He would put an end to this bordello donkey show. Suddenly the spear felt to him like an extension of his arm. He charged, his eyes intense, the spear at his command, closer, closer still. Then suddenly, the Silver knight simply dropped his spear onto the ground, lifted comically off of his horse and flopped ungraciously onto the ground. No!! He had him, and the silver knights honorable defeat was snapped away by his own hands. Federyco removed his helm to get a better sight of the defeated Targaryen.
But instead of calmly taking it in stride, as soon as the Targaryen stood, he hurled something at Federyco. His charged reflexes gave him amply time to move out of the way lest he be harmed, whatever it was had been muddied by the same mud that was covering the Silver knight, and grazed the side of Federyco’s face, spreading mud. “YOU SCOUNDREL! HOW DARE YOU!” Federyco cried out, he replaced his helm and rode toward the Silver Knight in perfect control over his spear, driving it directly toward the Silver Knight’s chest…
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Federyco had several young handsome men approach him soon after the fight, much to Marya’s consternation, but he kindly deflected the advances he sensed they were making toward him. Federyco had only one taste in mind… ginger. As he arrived at the inn, he found Griffie in front, packing his horse.
“I am surprised to see you leaving so soon, and the melee has not yet begun? What did you think of the jousting tournament today?” Federyco offered.
The young redhead appeared to be searching for a response. “I’m afraid I’ve got to return to King’s Landing. I am not even certain who was in the tournament.”
“Not even certain…” Federyco muttered. “I was, of course, I defeated the dragon, humiliated him! Just as I promised you. Although I dare say it was not the dragon you…”
“Promise? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Griffie said, and then in afterthought, “I suppose that was you the other night. I had me a lot to drink. We had a good time, I suppose?” The ginger knight rose onto his horse. “Well, cheers.” He added and rode off.
Federyco’s heart fell into his stomach.
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Selecaf "If I had any idea jousting was worth so much I should have tried it ages ago!" Said Fede " Now Sele as my squire you must go and collect my .. cough .. I mean our winnings." "Hurumph! Do I have to? " Wined Sele. "Stop sounding like the grumpy child Sele ... yes ! You do !" Laughed Marya.
" Fine" Sele stomped off in the direction of the Silver dragon's tent.It wasn't hard to find , when she got there . She coughed outside but no one came out . She gingerly put her hand on the tent flap .."Hello?"Nothing. She went inside . "Oh ho" She thought "Ran with your pig tail between your legs .. no wait it's here on the floor " Laughing she picked up what remained of the Silver dragons hair and stuffed inside of her jerkin.
" Wine too ,great! " as she held it up to her mouth there was a shout " Nooo don't!" She spun around to find the Dornish girls coming back into the tent ."That's the wine we ... well .. it's gone off. " "Oh Ha ha , it's all right ladies I know all about that .. here" She flipped a couple of coins to each " He's gone , your not needed any more , run along .. " Selecaf sat down on a large wolf skin rug , cross legged with a new unopened bottle."What to do? " She mused " I could easily take all of this a go and buy back that horse and quite frankly piss off .. " "Where would I go ..? " She took a large tug on the wine and wiped the back of her hand " Ha ! I can almost hear Rosie tell me off " She thought of Rosie and all they 'd been through over the years ... even funny faced frog man Fede was starting to be pleasant to her .. " Where Rygar had gone she did not know . She glugged the rest of the wine , jumped to her feet . " Parp! oh there's one I didn't need !" Picked up as much stuff as she could carry ... then thought " Shit, I could still afford that horse"Dropped everything and went to find her Nookie. When she returned to Marya she had Nookie , laden with goods and chattels from the Silver Prince's tent, she had also been to the winners tent and picked up the prize purse .In front of her was huge sign listing the Melee . Rosie look ! Rygar is listed ....... no wait , that was the Joust. Funny we didn't see him .."
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Waking up to the fragrance of honey-cakes cooking over an open fire was not the worst way in the world to wake up, and so Septa Wimpa woke with a smile on a resplendent day of sunshine that followed the downpour of the night before. She rose from her dry spot in the cave and ventured out to find the nearby stream to fill her water-skin and splash her face.
"Good morning Septa," said Puddy as she walked by their small fire, "we started breakfast and will be finished in just a moment." "Lads have done well again ," answered Wimpa, gathering her cape and bag to take with her, "a woman shall be right back from the stream, we should move quickly on to town this morning." "Will we have time for a quick lesson in sword craft then?" asked Piedo, ever hopeful to increase his skills. "Perhaps a quick one" she replied, on her way to the stream, "don't forget to feed the horses!" The boys and Piper family were good company she thought, "Perhaps today I'll find out if they can be counted on in my plan of finding Jak."
After completing her morning ablutions and filling her water skin, Wimpa noticed the stream had some other visitors of the amphibious variety, and pulled out her dagger. "Roasted sapitos, a little meat to accompany the honey cakes, this will be good practice," and with a few quick tosses, Wimpa had a pocketful of frogs for the skillet. The little band of travelers quickly dispatched their honey cakes while Petunia showed Pansy how to cook frogs with her own special technique and a few spices from her pouch. "A rare delicacy Septa," Petunia commented, "but the meat is sweet indeed." Pansy wrinkled her nose when taking her first bite, unsure if she'd like the taste. She soon stopped making faces and dug in heartily once she had the meat in her belly. "Perhaps Septa Wimpa will show you how to catch them on our way to Lannisport" Petunia suggested, and Wimpa replied, "If a woman should happen upon a stream on the way, it is possible." The frogs were quickly consumed and the boys were waving sticks in the air after packing away their kitchen gear, trying to tempt Wimpa into a quick lesson. This time Pansy had a stick too, and was trying to jump in between the much larger boys. But she was quick, and appeared to enjoy the challenge. "As you wish boys, a quick drill and then the road awaits." Septa Wimpa lined them up with their sword sticks and put them through a few quick drills, then had them spar the way initiates at the temple do for exercise. She had them all wrap their sticks in cloth and use cloth-wrapped pot lids as shields to spar against each other a few quick rounds to avoid injury while training and avoid making too much noise, softly calling out instructions when they hesitated to move forward. "Look for the open spots, feint right with your eyes and strike left with your sword, use your shield, keep it forward, good, good." When they were all breathless Wimpa called a halt to the fun and headed for the horses, "The day is young and the weather fine, a woman shall not delay any further when duty awaits," as they gathered their last belongings and loaded up the horses.
Steadily picking their way through the forest on tiny goat trails the merry band worked their way toward Lannisport, and as the sun rose to the highest part of the day they happened upon a babbling brook and stopped to water the horses. Pansy approached Wimpa and reminded her that she wanted to learn to catch frogs, and so Wimpa took her to a quiet section away from the group to show her how to toss a dagger. "This will take time to master Pansy, so don't be discouraged, let the knife be part of your hand and flick the wrist in the direction of the prey…" she took turns tossing and helping Pansy, and soon Pansy's quick reflexes almost paid off. "Next time little warrior," Wimpa tapped her on the shoulder as they went back toward the horses, "we should away, we'll soon be in Lannisport where you can practice on mice and rats." With that Pansy wrinkled her nose again, but followed that gesture with a sly giggle. And then they were once again on their horses and back on the goat trails, and soon they were only a few hours' ride from town if the boulders and trails were any indication.
The trails were getting wider, but the forest remained quiet. Wimpa wondered why they had not happened upon any other travelers in the woods that day, but before she could think on why, the sky became dark and the wind began to whip the branches of the shrubs up against the horses, spooking them. "Let's find another cave lads," Wimpa called back to them and before long they had. "No point in slogging through the mud when shelter is at hand," she pointed out as they followed her into the cave, at least this one was a little deeper and the horses had their own little alcove to the side. With the day nearly done and the weather once again slowing them down, she had to resign herself to another night on a stone bed with the smell of horse excrement to provide ambience. At least it would be a few more feet away from her nostrils this night. The boys set to work on a cook fire, and Wimpa gathered grasses and leaves near the cave opening to augment the sack of oats for the horses. Brownie could be finicky, but she often nibbled on the tender new leaves of certain trees as she rested.
As they settled down by the fire to cook their evening meal, Puddy asked Septa Wimpa to tell them about the land across the Narrow Sea. As the evening stew simmered before them, Wimpa shared with them stories of Braavos and the Temple of R'hllor. She told them of the many slaves that were sold to the Temple that were tattooed with a flame on their face, and of those like her that had volunteered to spread the word and taken training with the temple as a refuge from other more miserable occupations, and of those that were still in training and were also entrusted to spread the word far and wide as traveling priests or Septas. "So you are still in training and are meant to return to the temple in Braavos with new students for the temple?" asked Puddy tentatively. "That is so if possible, and this woman is also sent to search for associates who have not been heard from in many moons to ensure their well being," Wimpa replied. "Is there one from your temple who is missing then?" Petunia added quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "That is so indeed," Wimpa answered, "there is one from our temple who was heading for Lannisport 4 moons past, and has not sent a Raven for over 2 moons, highly unusual for one of our associates." "So you have serious business in Lannisport then, perhaps Mister Piper will be able to help provide some information from what the guards know, they're like so many washerwomen they gossip all day long when playing table games off duty," Petunia added, "we owe you much and more kind Septa, we will do all we can to ensure your success." "Ay, we'll do all we can," Puddy answered, and Piedo nodded his ascent and cooperation. Pansy was already asleep behind them in the cave, and Septa Wimpa knew then that they were hers. "A woman will appreciate all that we can find to determine the whereabouts of our associate, your connections in Lannisport will be most important - but for now, let's get some sleep. Puddy, you have first watch." And with that, Puddy took his spot at the mouth of the cave looking out, the fire well behind him as he scanned the forest vista in the half-moon lit starry night. "Jak, I'll be with you again soon," Wimpa thought with a slight grin as she assembled her blankets and saddle bags beneath her, and soon was asleep and dreaming of other nights not so long ago when she would not have slept alone.
“Remind me again, why are you so eager to get your balls pulled through your mouth?” Aestylla grumbled as she watched Potty try to get into his ancient two-sizes-too-large armor. “Well now that you mentioned it, it does seem rather pointless”, Potty had to admit, “but what is life without a few good stories?” Aestyla merely puffed. “Funny how you talk of life as if you think you might actually live through this. Do you even have a sword?” Potty didn’t mind her jabs and took a great pleasure in appearing as clueless as possible in her presence. “Mmmno. Why?” “It’s mandatory, fool.” He shrugged. “I might have slipped a few coins when I enlisted and un-mandatoried it.” “You actually bribed someone to let you not carry a sword. Your mere existence up to this age is a mystery to me.”
The jousting had finished, or so they heard on their way to the field. The Lord of Highgarden would soon announce the winner, based on the number of rounds it took them to defeat their opponents. It was now down to three knights, or so they could make out from the rumblings of the crowd: fair lord Robert Redford, Uthor “The Lucky” Tollet, and the dornish Frog Knight of House Pepae.
Many people believed that the melee was for tossers, but Potty was not one of those people; he had his lucky Gotty heirloom and was riding Aestylla’s marvellous white stallion - whom he appropriately called Flick. An empty sheath was dangling from his hip, and Potty felt happy he didn’t have to carry the extra weight. His opponents were already taking their positions, facing each other over the field. “Now you listen here, Snotty, you’re not to have my horse harmed in any way, or I’ll carve your spleen out and make you eat it. This is only so that you don’t look like the arse that you are, understood?” Aestylla kept measuring the warriors on the field, while Potty flexed his fingers and pulled his helmet on – which, in all truth, was more of a bucket with an improvised lid. “Listen here, the chubby one with the turtle sigil, you coud take him down. You’re a lizard, you hear me? You’re a fast slippery lizard and you’re going to open his belly from neck to….” “Aestylla, that one’s on my team.” “Oh, right….” She coughed and backed away from him, composing herself and letting him take his place. “You’re still a lizard!” she hushed nervously while clutching Gaeyom tightly to her chest.
Potty and Flick joined the others, both nodding respectfully and neither of them receiving any attention, at least until the moment Ser Nookie Noyce’s destrier tried to bite Flick’s neck. But Flick had always been a horse that thought his moves carefully and for a long time. It was only fair then for him to postpone his response until right after the horn was sounded and the charge had started. And so it happened that while their horses were fighting against themselves, Potty and Ser Nookie entirely missed the charge and were left in a terribly awkward position, trying to regain control of their means of transportation. By the time they managed to pull the horses away, Ser Nookie had an aesthetically revolting blade growing out of his throat, and Potty found himself surrounded by a dark man and a yellowish individual. He didn’t even try to reach for his sword, remembering just in time that he had none. Instead he fainted. This must had made his opponents terribly confused, and since there was no honour in killing a collapsed man, they left him on the ground and hurried to another target.
Potty decided the ground was comfortable enough – albeit a bit muddy, and that there was no need to rush things. Flick also must have thought this commotion to be a bit silly, and went off to find some grass to chew on, casually passing by two heavy knights that were knocking each other off in the mud – Potty recognized them as being Ser Martyn and Ser Gurmery. He couldn’t see the end of that fight however, since a pair of small feet had now blocking his view. Somebody came to check up on him. “Ser! Ser! Are you hurt?” The yellowish peasant that had attacked Potty earlier fell not far from him, his brains splashing Potty’s visor. Things were getting serious. The boy helped him up just in time for Potty to take hold of his rusted shield and block Lord Lefford’s mace. The parry must have been quite strong, since it also seemed to throw Lord Lefford off his horse. “By the Warrior’s salty balls!” cursed the little peasant. Potty had no time to wonder though. His blood had rushed to his eyeballs ans sent him in a furry. With his rusted shield and his pocket knife he bravely went in search of his next opponent, and when fate presented him with the stout figure of Derwood Drox…Derwood Drox was no more. On the far side of the field, Ser Tudbury and the little peasant had managed to keep the Lannister brothers busy, while Potty was struggling with the dark man that attacked him earlier. But Potty was a lizard, nimble and quick, and his maester training had not been entirely in vain. With one quick stab, the man was on the ground, blood spurting out of his belly. Potty couldn’t remember the last time he had killed someone before. The man looked up at him with bloodshot eyes. “But…but I’m the last of my House.….My line…” his voice trailed off. “Is dead”, Potty finished for him. “Don’t worry, my friend, so is mine”.
The Lannisters and Timmy Tudbury lay heavily wounded on the ground. Potty turned around to search for his last opponent, but saw only the little peasant that had helped him earlier. “Pate of the Little Toes”, Potty realized. “My team…he’s on my team…” He searched the crowd for Aestylla and found her just as the horn blew, heavy hooded and half-smiling, a small thin tube on the side of her mouth.
Marya was feeling as soft as a stuffed bunny and the feeling had puzzled her but many things had happened and she couldn´t afford to think of that. Pepe had won the tournament. She still remembered the bewildered faces of the spectators, judges, herself, Sele, and the very same Federyco when the winners were announced. “What we would dowith all that money?” she thought. Moreimportant, “How will I handle a MoneyPepe? He could get so horny”. Incidentally, Marya had no idea where Fede was. She had seen him a few minutes earlier surrounded by slobs. She look for him but couldn´t find even his shadow.“Why I worry? He must be “collecting” his price from the ginger”.
What shefound instead wastheSilverDragon, without hisponytail, armor, wine,women and surely no pride left. Next to him a horse in a pitiful state, both standing in front of a recently digged grave. The worst andsaddestcouple thatMaryahad seenin a while. This made herfeel sorry and tear up a bit, he didn´t seem the same brute she had known. “What is happening to me? I feel so warm and fuzzy. Maldito conejito! (damn little bunny!). Mujer que estás idiota, he´s nothing but a brute, like the rest of them”. Without knowing whysherememberedDiogenes Planetos trying to load the barrel and she smiled. "Old, skinnyand a bit of a fool,but nota brute." As she continued her way thought they could return some of thethings that Fede had won from him. “After all Pepe would look ridiculous in that giant armor and on that mighty horse. I know he´ll agree." But at that moment she had to think about what to do with the money and it seemed a good idea to use some to recover Babieca if necessary ... and maybe her pearls and her vain winged beast. And a boat. She always wanted a boat. However Marya could not part with the melancholy that haunted her. “I need some action. The meelee would be fun enough for now.” She looked for Sele and there they went. They gota goodplace from whichthey couldsee everything. “Look, the hoo hoo thing is here” they both laughed when saw the Peach banner was there. Sele quickly began to cheer for one of the handsomest figthers while Marya saw a familiar face. Diógenes Planetos was there. “Sele, do you see that fool with a colander as a helmet? That´s the one who helped me the other day. They´re going to break him into thousand pieces. The idiot”. Sele laughed: "Old, scrawnyandstupid faced. Just as you like them Rosie". Marya clucked her tongue: "Psst, not true" but Sele nudged her, laughing. "Yeah, tell it true." "Shut up", said a very serious and bewildered Marya.
Suddenly the opponents were scattered on the ground and Marya saw something, she turned white first and then red. “Babieca! That´s my Babieca”. Sele looked at her with fear in her eyes. “What are you going to do now Rosie?”. Marya shoutedand shouted to her horsebut theclutter and noisedidn´t let her voicebe heard. Suddenly, Diógenes was on the floor. Sele saw him. “Ooooh Rosie, the old man fell, he fell…or probably playing dead. Scraggy chicken”. But Marya was possessed by fury.
“Yes! Eat him Babieca! Eat him! Bite him! Kick him! Break him!”. But Babieca didn´t do it, left him on the ground and went to graze around. “Why he didn´t attack him?” Marya suddenly rememberedthe horse hadbeenwell kept. “Perhaps Babiecalikes him”.
Few seconds later the meelee degenerated into a bloody mess, men dropped like flies without Diogenes doing anything. “You better survive this Diogenes Planetos, so I can break you later”. Marya wanted to enter the field in the middle of the whole mess to retrieve the horse but Sele didn´t let her. Diógenes not only survived but won the meelee. “Please, I need my horse back Sele, can you look for Pepe?”. SoMaryagot closeto whereher horsewas, but big washer surprisewhen she sawa hooded figureapproaching Babieca, calling him Flick and took him away. "Flick? That's anamefor a dog. This time I won´t let you down Babieca”.
Marya followed them closely until the hooded figure met with Diogenes. They were about to collect the prize when all hell broke loose.
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He heard the ruckus of the tourney slowly dying down, people were going back home. Yet he had no home. So he stayed under the shade, with that strange horse. At first the horse didn't want anything to do with him, but by the end of the first day Waemar could at least approach it.
The horse had some saddlebags, one on each side, the left hand one was empty, but the right one had a bag of oats. He took it out and the animal almost devoured his hand when he tried to feed it, "Seems your apitite came back girl".
He tried to wonder what the animals story was, where it came from, who owned it. But in the end it didn't matter, just like him the animal was lost and had to find it's way again. Waemar tried to think where to go, North? East? Maybe South, they did have the wine he liked. For now he just had the cheap tavern ale to quench his thirst.
By the evening the horse...which Waemar thought of calling "Stranger", had his fill, and allowed him to walk to a nearby pond to drink. Waemar used his old braid brush to clean the horse's dirty, matted hide, as he rounded around the horses left flank he got a closer look at the empty saddlebag.
It was stained from the outside, looking inside he could see the stain was actually markings. Seems the bag might have gotten wet and some inked document had stamped off on the inner lining. Waemar pushed the bottom of the bag up and could now see it clearly: a map!...a map leading north. The markings were in Valyrian, but as a Targ, he knew them since he was a boy.
"Shamed knight becomes treasure hunter"....almost sounded like a song his nurse used to sing. Would you like to come along "Stranger"?", the horse turned it's head sideways and snorted.
Waemar had his first true laugh he had in ages......
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"Robert was never the same after he put on that crown. Some men are like swords, made for fighting. Hang them up and they go to rust.” -DN
It seemed as if every time he entered one of the makeshift stalls that had sprung up around the tournament and festival someone wanted to buy him a flagon of ale. He just smiled as best he could and accepted, not really listening to their stories of valor and bravery before he would leave and move on to the next one. He was not interested in their praise or anything. He was only looking for something to drown away the cold pit in the bottom of his stomach.
Federyco stumbled out of the fourth or fifth one that he had gone into. But he really did not know how many it had been any more. As he looked around, he wondered where the crowd had all gotten to. Had the melee already started and he had missed it?
"Fede! Yoo hoo!" a voice called to him across the field. He looked up and saw that young woman who had been traveling with them, the one who disappeared and came back. The one who was once an effeminate little boy named Peep and now was a woman named Sele.
He forced a smile. "I wz jess wonnering whur you an' the sept had got to."
"Rosie sent me to look for you. The melee has been amazing, you've missed it."
"Whosh Rozhie? Never min'. Come here, I wanna shpeak to you closely." As she approached Federyco put hos arm around her shoulder, but more to help himself walk straight as much as anything.
"Y'know, Marya and me're a sholo team. But yerr really nice to shtay with ush, okay."
"I'm delighted that..."
"Y'know what elsh. I'm tired of these shtupid boys. I'm sho glad yer not a boy. Shele. Help me to change my wayzh." As they walked, with his right arm squarely around her shoulder, Federyco clumsily grabbed her breast with his left hand.
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“Please, I need my horse back Sele, can you look for Pepe?”. Shouted Marya over the noise of the crowd. Sele nodded and pushed her way through. "Ouch" she cried as she turned to find a toothless grin leering at her having apportioned a good handful of her buttocks. She punched him square in the face . Raucous laughter broke out around her as she stumbled to be outside the crowds. She found her Nookie and decided it would be best if she put him in stables and was heading that way when she spotted The Frog Knight. "Fede! Yoo hoo!". He looks in his cups she thought. After a little conversation she was sure of it and " Oh my! " he grabbed her breast! " I thought he liked Waemars not Wilmas! She quickly helped him to a stable block and paid the owner. "Come on Fede , you silly sod . She sat him down at the back of the stall , opened her jerkin and let Fede nuzzle between her breasts muttering in Dornish she let him idly flick her nipple till he slept. She looked between his legs and sure enough no tadpoles were ready to swim to the dark shores from this Frog , this day. She lay him on the straw snoring gently and realised she was quite aroused even if his jousting pole was in the stands . She considered it, she new a few tricks that would get him were she needed him to be .. but decided the stable hand, whom she knew had been watching had his jousting pole at the ready, would be all she needed. She stood and he was more than willing as he grabbed her ass and greedily sucked on her breast. Sele throw her back and laughed. " Gently now greedy boy... " It was hard fast and dirty but she enjoyed every second. When they were done she pulled her skirts down and threw an extra coin at him. "Look after the gentleman as if he were your Father and you may get more of that when I return . Tucking himself in he grinned from ear to ear. Flushed, disheveled but very content she headed back out to find Marya.
She was waken up at dawn in the cold floor of a prision cell, her lip swollen and bleeding. It was a soldier in a captain's uniform, or so it seemed, with leathery skin and eyes as old as time, and he offered her a waterskin. She drank gingerly while he flicked her hollow reed between his fingers.
'You're in deep trouble, lass. They're shouting for your head.' 'I didn't kill anyone.' 'I know. They've woken up already. But you've ruined the melee, and funny though it was, you and your friend made a mockery of the tournament's organization and insulted House Tyrell's honour. Do you have any family here we should return this when the worst comes to pass?' He pointed to her backpack at his feet. She suddenly felt so cold she started shivering. She tried to talk, but at first only a coarse sound came out of her throat. She licked her lips and tried again. 'My aunt. She's well known here. Auntie Greenie? A potion maker?' 'Oh, so you're her niece. Trained in the arts of the maesters, wanted for impersonating a man in order to get in, for what we've heard. Or are you going to deny that as well?' She sat up bolt upright. He obviously knew who she was all along. 'No. I confess. That's me. I dressed as a man, and went there. To learn. And i did. I know everything they know. But I am not bound by their vows. I'm not entangled in their little spy nets. I just went there for the knowledge. All of which I lay at your feet. Please, there must be something I can do to repair my... affront. At least a little?' 'Perhaps... But you shouldn't lie to me. You owe me a favour after all. I saved you from my men last night, you WILL respect me.' 'I do, Ser. I remember. I'm in your debt. I'll do anything you want. I'm not...' 'But you see, the infamous fake maester I heard of, made off out of Oldtown with more than herbs. She stole the last copy of some old book called "10 Easy Steps for a Flowery Scented Bunghole and Other Body Parts".' 'Archmaester Cornholio's. Yes, that was me. I stole it. I confess to that to.' 'But it's not in your backpack. Where did you hide it?' 'It's gone. Forever. I lost it at sea. I almost drown.' 'How convenient.' He spit on the floor and got up. 'Please, Ser.' She grabbed his belt. 'I read it. I remember it. I know what it says. I am the last person who read it, and if I die, it'll die with me. There must be only one or two other who've ever read it, and they won't come from Oldtown for you. But any potion, anything you need from there, I can do. Anything you need. Test me, you'll see.' He took her hand off him and crouched next to her, looking at her bandaged feet and then at her eyes for too long a moment. 'Can you walk?' 'Yes.' 'You haven't tried' 'I can' 'Then get up and come with me. And don't you make a noise' 'I won't'
He carried her backpack and tied a rope around her waist to keep her on a tight leash as she followed him walking awkwardly across the corridors of the sleeping cells, down some stairs, into a tunnel, up some more stairs, across several hedged gardens and into big old disused dovecote.
Inside, there was a big blob of a man drenched in perfume, decked in the finest silk of Westeros, barely held together by gold embroidered rose-shaped buttons. He burped and the stench of his burp let her know what he'd had for dinner last night and who he was. And she fell to her knees. And she understood.
'I'm your most humble servant, mylord.' 'Shut up and listen, you scum. They tell me you can fix me. Well, can you?' He burped every three words. 'There's a ball coming up tonight, and I'm sick of people pulling away from me when I speak' 'Yes, mylord'. 'Exactly how?' 'By making a combined potion that will forever change the course the air takes in your body, from being expelled through the upper regions to being expelled in the nether regions, where it will come out smelling of jasmine and roses, like you've just sprayed parfume to your noble person, mylord.' 'Do you have everything you need to make it?' 'Yes, my lord' 'Fine. Get to work then. But if you fail, I'll have your head. It's not as if half the town isn't asking for it.' The two soldiers that guarded him giggled. She didn't dare look up, but she recognized fleshy face as one of them. And then she saw heard something else. A croak that sounded almost like a bark. And she smiled.
The captain jerked the rope around her waist and she got up, bowed and followed him and the soldiers out of the room. She looked outside desperatly, and she saw him. Potty brushing Flick inconspicously near an old brick green-house by the wild roses garden, whistling happily in a ridiculously dainty page uniform that no man his age should ever had worn. He winked wickedly as she passed by.
'I'm gonna need to work in a open space. For the potion' 'Oh no you won't, lassie. No tricks. You're not working in the garden.' 'It's no trick, Ser. I need and airy room full of wild roses fragrance.' 'The green house'll do. It's got windows.' 'I'd rather use the gloriette?' 'I'd rather you weren't so cheeky. The greenhouse it is.'
Inside, her rope was tied to the leg of a big wooden table, and they gave her her backpack, several heavy mortars and pestles, distillers, candles, utensils... and they opened the window. And her heart sunk. It was barred. She opened the backpack and found only the herbs, powder and trinkets had been left, the top pocket where Auntie Greenie had insisted to put some money and several beautiful dresses she'd recevied as payment was completely empty.
The captain stationed the two soldiers guarding the only door and then sat under the window. She got to work, often distracted by Potty's head popping behind the window, trying to tell her something with crazy gestures.
'I'm gonna need more...' she tried to decipher him 'crushing... murder... mortuary?... mortars!'
It was very hard to pay attention to what she was doing, slip the rope down her narrow hips little by little, stuff one mortar after the other in the upper pocket of her backpack, and try to interpret to Potty's signals while pretending nothing was going on, which in the end, was what worried her the most.
After she was finished, she kept stirring the potion for about 10 minutes until the captain cought up with her and took it from her hands. She managed to tell him his master would need a second dose for the effects to be permanent, which was a lie. She didn't think she'd managed to make him believe her. He left in a hurry, and bumped into... Potty. And knew immediately who he was. He had no time for him though, and just shoved him inside the green house.
When Potty was handed to the fleshy soldier babbling a thousand pleads and trembling like a leaf, Aestylla sighed. Fleshy tied up his hands and laughed at him as he fell down to his knees and clinged to his legs and eventually got himself kicked towards the table. You're too much, Potty. She finished pouring the second batch of the potion into a cooling jar, and stared at him intently. He started pleading for wine or water, and got more laughing instead. The moment she bent down to close her backpack and pull the rope down, Potty jumped up and took a sip of the potion. Seconds later, he started convulsing on the floor.
'Nooo!' Aestylla's cry joined the soldier's. 'Poison!', shouted fleshy and jumped towards her while the other one run to warn the captain. 'Now' Shouted Potty throwing the potion towards fleshy's eyes. She flung the heavy backpack on his head. Twice. The second time was personal. Then she opened the backpack's top pocket, emptied the mortars onto his body, took back her dagger from his belt and cut Potty's bond.
'Really? Make them think I've poisoned him? That was ur brilliant plan?' 'It worked, didn't it?' 'But I've cured the man! They'll call him Darth Vapors no more!'
They jumped on the horse, and head for the gate. There was shouting going on at the old dovecoat when they charged the captain and the other soldier trying to stop them. And then they heard a loud thunder coming from inside. The smell of a thousand sewers opened at once slapped them all so hard it all almost knocked even the horse to the ground.
She went red. 'Or maybe not' Potty looked at her. 'That was just... Gross' 'It's your fault anyways, distracting me like that! Nobody can work like that!' They jumped one last hedge and they were out. At last. 'To King's Landing!' she shouted to the empty road as she held him tight.
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“Fear is a strange soil. It grows obedience like corn, which grow in straight lines to make weeding easier. But sometimes it grows the potatoes of defiance, which flourish underground.”
Drunk in her new found power, Aestylla slipped down her tight sleeve the hollowed reed she'd previously planned to discard. She shouldered her new leather backpack under her cloak, causing the laughter of a few children nearby. 'Hunchback!' they shouted at her. She didn't care. She was happy. She was finally leaving for King's Landing.
Potty had been almost carried over by the crowd to a stand where he'd been quaffing beer from a gigantic silver cup until they forgot about him and went to see the mummers that'd just arrived.
She went to pick up her horse and stuffed Potty's bags in its saddlebags, where Gaeyom found a comfy place for himself and hid, shivering. She winced at the clear sky in disbelief. But Gaeyom was never wrong, a long patch of miserably drizzly weather must be coming. They'd better be leaving soon, before the whole festivities were over and the trail of people returning home turned the roads into mud rivers.
She elbowed a busty redhead off the way and joined Potty. They had to go collect his earnings by the sheriff's office and then they'll be on their way. At last. With the sun shining brightly on her eyes, both silent in their own daydreaming, it was only when they had left behind the bustle of the crowd that she realized that someone was following them. She was about to tell Potty when she heard the unmistakably gingly noise of soldiers running.
'There she is! That's the one' 'Yo no fui!' shrieked a voice behind them. 'I'm a septa! I'd never dauble into the dark arts of divination!' 'Grab her!' The mousy septa shrieked louder and passed them like a lose arrow, turning left at the first lane. But the soldiers didn't even look at the septa. They were looking at her. Ahead of them, she could see a couple of soldiers from the sheriff's office to help their men. 'That's the guy too! They're in it together! Grab them!'
'Scoot. Fast', said Potty. And they did. They left the horse, turned right in the first lane and run. They run as fast as they could. Which wasn't much, but it was enough until she tripped on a loose cobblestone and fell on her knees. She turned around, they were almost at her. Potty started coming back for her, but her knee was bleeding and she knew she'd sprained her ankle. She said no with her head, resigned. Potty halted for a second, doubtful, and then ran away. She fumbled with her sleeve to get rid of the hollow reed. But it was too late. A pair of hands with fingers thick as sausages lifted her up, and took the reed from her hands. A sweaty, fleshy face breathed alcohol into her nostrils. 'Red handed and all, the scrawny bitch.' 'Witch, you mean', said another soldier. 'That's to be seen' They took her backpack, and cloak.
'I can't walk', she complained. The fleshy guy smiled so wide she could see a bit of meat trapped in his side teeth. 'Oh, no pr'lem m'lady' said a wobbling obelisk of meat next to him 'I'll carry u.' He hoisted her into his shoulders like she was a sleeping bag, but they hadn't moved a yard when another soldier spanked her and grabbed her feet while fleshy face started lifting up her skirt and running his plump hands around her legs. 'Ooh, looky what we got here!', he said, pulling her dagger from between her thighs. She was boiling with rage. She bit so strongly into her carrier's chest that he dropped her in the floor, and someone punched her in the face.
Far behind them, Babieca ran out of grass to chew and looked ahead. He sniffed the cobblestones left and right, and then turned decisively right into the next lane.
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“Fear is a strange soil. It grows obedience like corn, which grow in straight lines to make weeding easier. But sometimes it grows the potatoes of defiance, which flourish underground.”
Marya ran with all her might to escape the soldiers but when she turned left along the way, realized that it was not to her that the soldiers were pursuing but the hooded man, who happened to be a woman, and Diogenes Potty. “So he´s not as dumb as he looked. Good old man. But who´s that woman? And they left Babieca. I will go back for you, dear horsey”. So Marya turned back but when she arrived Babieca was not there anymore so she decided to follow the others thinking that one of them would have her horse. The septa walked as quietly as she could so that no one would listen. She walked for a while and found nothing until she realized that the sun was starting to set and then she run. However, she could not find him. Marya sat in a dry stump, feeling miserable. "I lost him again. Damned old man... and that woman". She sighed deeply and when it seemed that all was lost caught a glimpse of how the last rays of sun sparkled on a bright white figure loomed on the horizon. It was Babieca, peacefully grazing. The septa, excited, ran to him as the sun slowly disappeared into the horizon...
The early morning hours surprised Marya slowly walking through the streets of the city. For some time she did not feel as nonchalant as that day. She did not even wear her blue scarf on the head. She didn´t even had it in her hands. The suncaressedher brownand shinycurlsfloatingin the wind. Marya thought it felt wonderful and barely remember the last time she had freed her hair. She felt so pleasantly light that began singing one of her songs as she walked among the people when suddenly saw a shaky Federyco leaving some stables.
“Pepe! Pepito!” Marya ran towards him and hugged him which caused Federyco a big surprise.
“Marya, let go let go mija, people are watching" said Federyco taking her by the shoulders and thoroughly looked at her, baffled and stuned, because he never saw Marya smiling that way.
"Marya, where´s your head scarf?" He looked again. "And the blood stained handkerchief on your waist? And your horse? I thought you were looking for your horse”
Marya still had that soft smile she could not seem to erase from her face. She looked down and said very softly. " errrmm I did not find him … "
“And why are you smiling? It´s disturbing Marya”
"I will stop smiling when you tell me why you stink Pepe Le Piú. I hope that what I´m smelling right now comes from a saint. Did I tell you dear Pepe that I´d love to have a boat to go to King´s Landing?"
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Federyco was dreaming that he was standing naked in a metal tub of warm water that went to just below his crotch, that his manhood was entirely engorged. He looked around and suddenly put his hands over his crotch, because the tub was located in the center of the jousting feild and the crowds were screaming and calling him from both sides, feirce.
"Frog knight, show us your javelin!"
"Ser Pepae, let us see you impale the other knight!"
"Federyto! Haz que tu Mama estar orgullosos!"
Mami? Federyco thought, and suddenly saw the silver dragon standing over him on his horse, javelin pointing in his direction.
"Look, he calls for his mother." Ser Weimar says, cocking his head behind him, and there was Griffie sitting on the horse behind him holding his arms around him. Griffie was in streetclothes, and smiled his cruel smile and waved at Federyco, and then commenced to laugh heartily. Then the Targaryen knight spoke again, but he was no longer Weimar, but he was thinner, now, and his armor was shinier, with fierce dragons standing atop his helm.
His voice was a higher and more refined than Weimar's too. "Should we spare the one who would threaten the Prince of the Iron Throne?" He spoke softely and kindly. "Fight, Pepae."
Federyco looked down. His hands wouldn't cover his member any longer...it was growing longer and longer, he grabbed it and tried to stop it, but it just kept growing and pointing at the pair on the horse. Panicking, Federyco tried to hit it, to make it go down, but that just made it start to get thicker, filling up like a balloon. Suddenly it exploded, in a huge mess of blood and flesh, destroying the Targaryen prince and Griffie altogether.
The crowd cheered.
Federyco sat up quickly in a sweat. His brais were pulled down around his ankles, his tower was lying turgid against his thigh, wet. He was sitting in a stable on the hay and there was a young man with a guilty look on his face looking back at him. Federyco cocked his head in a look of confusion--Had Selecaf turned back into a boy?--that the young man must have taken the wrong way, for he stood up and sprinted from the stables in haste.
"Wait, my friend!" he cried out, working his clothes back together and getting up to follow her... him... her? But as he emerged into the (VERY BRIGHT!!!!) daylight, the young man was not to be seen.
But no, she was a woman before, a very buxom woman. And he had...?
Federyco had to find Marya at once.
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Selecaf went out into blazing sunshine , now low in the sky , but still very strong. She spent the rest of the evening trying to find Marya , the crowds were thinning now and Sele felt a sting of chill across her face. She decided the best thing to do would be to go back to the stables. When she got there she found the stall where she had left Nookie . Fede was still there fast asleep so she moved around the other side and snuggled beside her horse , breathing slower and slower till she was finally asleep.
Morning came and she woke with a jolt , Nookie was stood and there was no sign of Fede , she was frozen to the bone ... she quickly gave Nookie some oats and saddled him up. " Come on Nooks " she shouted hoisting herself off the stall edge " Lets go find us a way out of here " She rode out of the stables like an arrow from a bow , round and down she went through the streets to the city walls. The feeling was incredible to be free and riding again brought memories whooshing back .
" Father no! You can't take him from me , he's my only friend "
She pulled on the reigns and made soothing sounds ..." No one will take you from me right Nookie?" Her horse whinnied and tapped one foot on the ground . She jumped off and found a handful of grass to rub him down with . She had a look around as he nibbled on the grass and noticed the sun glistening off water ... she led him down through some trees and there it was, a busy bustling river ..she suddenly realized she needed to make water so she went behind a bush , hoisted her skirts up and.. " Wheet Whoo! I recognize this bottom anywhere ... " She looked round and saw Fede and Marya laughing ! " Ha ha ha ! You two , can I not even piss with out you sneaking up on me ? " They all laughed together . " I've been looking for you since last night , did the stable hand look after you alright Fede? " Fede shuffled from one foot to the other .. " Um yes! He was great ! " "We had to find the Silver Prince to give him back some things " said Marya. " Then we saw you come galloping past we came to find you.. "
" Marya wants a boat !" Said fede .
" Wheeel yav cum ta the reet place !" Came a voice from behind..
Federyco and Marya were walking along the path beside the Mander, just to the north of the city walls.
“Did I tell you I'd love to have a boat to King's Landing?”
“Sweet septa. I can hardly understand why we should want to purchase a boat. The water is so very slippery and you can fall in. And it is cold. You could get sick in the water. As well, a boat moves about. And look the river is a tumoltuous place!” Federyco pointed to the Mander, which was, at that very place, smooth as a looking glass. “Well, it can get very tumultous.” Federyco struggled to remember his geography. “Plus, King's Landing is on the other side of the world. This river doesn't go halfway there. What would you do with your boat once we got to...” He thought very hard about what cities were along the river, and couldn't think of any.
“What would you do when we got to Stoney Sept, where the river goes into the hills and you can't go any further?”
“Pepe, I...we should like to have a boat. Think of all the friends we can make having a boat. We may figure it out once we get to that place where the river does not go.”
As they continued to walk, they heard a rustling sound in the brush next to the pathway.
“Wheet hooo! I know that bottom anywhere,” Marya cried out, which set Federyco to an uproarious laughter when he realized they had stumbled upon Selecaf taking her morning water. After they had someconversation, catching up over what had transpired over the last day, up for a moment, Federyco made a serious face. “Marya wants a boat.”
"Wheeel...” a little man with a huge nose and a florid red surcoat suddenly appeared out of nowhere. “Yav cum ta the reet place!” he said with a gravelly voice. Federyco could see what teeth where in his mouth were colored a bright green from whatever vegetation he'd been chewing just previously.
“For what? What place have we come to?” Federyco inquired?
“A boat, ye see. Lookeee over there, that me a skiff that 'twill sadden' me to part with, indeedy 'twill.”
“por el siete es un milagro! How forrrrrrrtunate, Pepe,” Marya's eyes were positively glowing. Usually it was Marya who was suspicious and Federyco who barrelled forward, but there was something about this situation. Marya was seeing shooting stars in her eyes.
“Why do we need a boat?” Selecaf offered.
“That's my question, whatever do we need a boat for?” Federyco added.
“tsssss. We have some money, mi amigos. I have always wanted a boat.”
Federyco was torn between wanting to make this woman happy who had done so much for him, and common sense.
But the decision was out of his hands.
-- Edited by Cary Storm on Sunday 3rd of March 2013 06:59:20 PM
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The sun was going down just as they crossed the Mander. A faint cold wind was whispering through the trees, and the world seemed darker somehow. Potty dismounted and lead Flick and Aesty to a shaded groove; the guards would still be looking for them, but they needed rest above all. They also needed to find another horse soon, Flick would not be able to carry both of them for much longer, and Potty promised her he’d keep him safe…Babieca, not Flick, he remembered.
His mind wondered off to the moment he found them on a pasture outside the gates. He had been wandered aimlessly trying to find a way inside the castle. Despite himself, he had started to panic, but it seemed that the gods threw him one last straw to cling on – he found Flick. As a bonus straw, he also found a tiny, scrawny woman that was checking Flick’s belly. “You again?!” he murmured. “Diogenes!” the septa’s eyes grew like two ripe onions, and then shrank like a withered pickle in suspicion.
Apparently this woman lived with the impression that she had once owned Flick, which complicated things for all of them; he didn’t have time to go horse shopping. He pleaded with her, Flick was their only way out of this rose-scented hell hole, and had been with him ever since Potty rescued him from that bloody flaming boat. The septa had watched him carefully, piercing him with her eyes, and then grabbed him by the hand. She’d help him, just this once, and only for Flick. She knew a secret passage that went through the labyrinth – or what was left of it apparently – and to the prison tower, she and her companion had used it just days before. Potty would still have to wait for the guard to change at dawn, however. Their pace had slowed, and he finally asked her why was she doing this, but the septa only shrugged and said:…Well, Ser Planetos…Hay días tontos y tontos todos los días… Potty’s Dornish was rusty though.
They found a small acacia tree and stopped; the sun had gone down and everything seemed still as glass. “So where are you going after you free your friend, senor Diogenes?” she asked without looking at him. “Um, we’re headed to King’s Landing… but that’s not my…” he didn’t finish, because the septa started flapping her slim arms all over the place like a drunken spider. “Bloody bug!” “Wh…at?” Potty was confused. “I have a bug in my hair”, she raged while trying to take off her scarf. Potty tried helping, but just as he was about to untie her knot, he saw a strange ink marking on the back of her neck. “I’ll be damned…” he thought, remembering Aliza’s words about the map that would lead them to…what was it? For a moment he couldn’t remember. Her skin smelled of honey and her hair smelled of freshly cut green grass. A hairpin had fallen from its place and without much thinking, Potty grabbed it and stung her at the base of her neck. “AUCH! Peina ovejas, what the hell was that?” She tried to touch her neck but he held her hand. “Oh that was…the bug! Huge bug! A Mander fly…umm…mosca manderosa…stay still, we need to get the venom out!’ he was babbling but it was the only way he could study her tattoo. “Veneno?! Aaaarma…Suck it out quickly!” “Suck it out?!....Um yes! Yes of course!” he held her neck tightly and bit her dark tanned skin. She gasped and shivered like a leaf, and Potty wished she’d stop moving, or else she might come too close and feel his stiffness.
“Is it out?” she asked.
“Is what out?”
“The venom, you fool…” she breathed heavily.
“There’s more”, he lied.
“Good”, she sighed.
When he finally let her go, they were both drenched in sweat like two boiled crabs. “Are you a maester, senor Diogenes?” “Ahmmm….” he couldn’t think of an answer, since all his blood had left his head and navigated to his loins. “My name is not really…Diogenes was an old wise man from the Age of Heroes.” “Tell me about this wise old man” she asked him. She was so close he could practically taste her breath. “You wouldn’t like him. He was filthy and rude and despised every law of man… It was said he lived in a barrel and pissed and shitted on the streets.” “Sounds like a beautiful mess.”, she started laughing and unclasped his belt. “And what became of this rude and filthy old man?” Potty’s brain had melted, so he wondered who ordered his hands to untie the handkerchief she had wrapped around her hips. “He was enslaved and shipped to Essos.” He found other laces, belts and the blue scarf she had on her head that kept him busy. “Pobrecito Diogenes”, she sighed, leaning against the tree. “Was his maestro kind to him? Did he gave him stuffed bunnies?” “It was a woman”, his voice was so hoarse it chocked him. “A tanned, dark haired woman.”
He parted her legs and found no dagger this time. Marya slapped him softly in the face “Epa! my mouth is still on my face, try with a kiss first, viejo cholao and remember not to hurt me with your pointy bones”
Dawn found them sleepless and drained; with Potty’s head feeling like two hundred zombie bees playing the banjo. When they parted she only said: “Diogenes, for all I know you are as suspicious as a jogging gypsy but mi Santa Khali save me, I trust you. Take Babieca but you better love him because I´ll come for my horse and beat you bloody if you don´t.” And so he did. How would she find him again though? She did not even know his name.
He joined Aestylla by the fire. They finally felt free to share a laugh over the mess they caused in Highgarden and decided they’d only sleep for a few hours and take the road again. But then, just as Potty was contemplating painful times for his rheumatism, they heard the faint sound of hooves….
-- Edited by Macha on Monday 4th of March 2013 01:05:14 PM
Stranger was an impressive horse, after Waemar gained her trust he could finally strike out to the north. The animal had recovered well, it's hide was a shining black coat that resembled dragonglass and its surefooted pace rivaled Theraxes his old tourney horse, and this one did not cost a fortune to maintain.
He was never fond of water, so a ship was out of the question. They would travel first by the Roseroad and then the Kingsroad after he rested and resupplied at the capitol. A long journey on horseback would be good, a way to clear his mind and find his new identity.
He had studied the saddlebag map intently, but the imprint was a faded, reversed copy of the original. So he had purchased some wax paper and copied every detail he could see. The ancient Valyrian text had been pretty clear, except for an odd blank section in the middle, maybe because the paper had not lined up completely against the lining. He had no idea if the blank section was essential, but he didnt care, his sense of adventure still burned in him, and the thought of the prize, frozen dragoneggs, would do wonders for his name, and maybe he could bring himself some true honor when he found them.
The Roseroad was well traveled during the day, he was in no rush as many tourney wagons rushed back to where they came from, no one seemed to recognize him, good. He was startled though, when Stranger quickened it's pace and crossed across the width of the road towards two travelers, he tried to pull the reigns but the horse ignored him. "Gods damned parpy pony!" He whispered under his breath, but by the time his horse slowed down the two travelers looked at him puzzled. He had to think quickly: "Well met, I am Waemar...Rivers, would you mind if we shared the road?" They seemed to ignore him as their jaws dropped when they saw his horse...
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"We won´t buy it Pepe, but I know we want to navigate a better ship. Besides, how are we going to carry all the Silver Dragon´s junk in this skiff? I think I heard that “The Gypsy” is in Highgarden.
“No Marya no, no gypsies this time”.
“You´d love this gypsy Pepino. This will be so bunny… ermmm so funny to you both”
“Give me back my Marya you smiling peaceful monster! You ate her didn´t you?” said Fede dramatically.
“Pepino please, trust me. It´s a beautiful chebec. The Gypsy is full with fierce sailors and beautiful tanned rowers and we can take the mighty Nookie there too”
“Oh good, yes then”, said Fede and Sele simultaneously happy.
They walked to the pier where they found "The Gypsy" anchored, a beautiful Dornish Chebec with three sails striped in light blue and white. Marya ask them to wait there as she approached the boat and shouted: "This boat has a foul odor,I bet is an old rotten shrimp". A few seconds later, from the bowels of the ship, a man in his sixty something appeared. Tall and dark, with a long face and a crooked nose. His dark and grey curly hair partly tied back in a ponytail and a big golden earring in one ear. When the man saw Marya burst out a hearty laugh and hugged her with affection. They talked for a few minutes and then Marya beckoned Fede and Sele, who seemed stunned, to go up to the ship´s deck where she made the introductions. “Pepe, Sele, my uncle Captain Shrrrrimp of the Island. He will take us to King´s Landing or where the river allows us to go. It will be a short trip and a sailor will fetch your horse now, Sele”.
“So, where are those beautiful sailors Captain? You know I just won the Tourney of the Roses? I think they´d enjoy to have an Amoruous Congress with me”, said a shameless Federyco. Captain Shrrrrimp, altough very surprised, invited him for a stroll around the deck. In other circumstances Marya would have been angry at Federyco´s gall but this time she thought “Pepe will have some serious Pully Hawly in this trip.” But Sele, smiling a vicious smile interrupted her “Aw, Shrrrrrimpy, can I join you? I think I need to have a brush too”. Marya apologized and said she needed a rest. "Use my stateroom. Tonight I'll make you a braised bunny, mi niña. If you are hungry now there´s some Bread and butter”. Marya winked at her uncle, smiling “Bread and butter I had last night, Shrrrimp. I need a rest now”. Marya walked away ignoring Federyco´s horrified expressionandSele's laughter. She felt happy to be on "The Gypsy" again. She leaned back in his uncle´s big chair and allowed the sea cradled her as it was rocking the boat, still stranded at the dock. “Braised bunny?” Marya inmediately remembered Diógenes and how every time she looked at him she only saw pink stuffed bunnies”. She touched herneck wherethe manderosa flyhadstung her and smiled. “Dirty old man”. She had called him “chalao”, which means “curvy in her language. Marya remembered Diógenes puzzled expression when she could not help laughing as she found out that his “lance” was curvy.
“Are we going to Take a flyer with that crooked lance of yours, old bunny?”
“Oh you find that so bunny, don´t you Septa? But if you stay still I promess I can make you a Green Gown under the shadow of this beautiful tree”.
Marya finally let the sea sing to her its lullaby and fell asleep with a smile on her face, dreaming with millions of soft little pinky stuffed bunnies.
-- Edited by andrea on Thursday 7th of March 2013 03:42:39 PM
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Once they had boarded , Sele felt she needed to check on Nookie , she knew her new best friend would not be happy down in the hull.She made her way down passing various sailors who whistled and cooed at her as she past. Sele was used to the attention and just brushed it off. Nookie was stood ,forlorn, head hanging down.It was hot and dark in the hull , but the boys had fed him and he wasn't neglected ... just miserable. "Hello my sweet " He whinnied at the sound of her voice ... swooshed his head and tail.."Hush now... this isn't for long , I promise at the first chance , I 'll take you out for a ride around .." She stroked his neck and he nuzzled into her .
When they were all settled .. Sele and Marya decided they should wash some things through and Nuncle Captain dedicated the stern to the girls to hang their things , the crew were warned on pain of death if they ventured down that end while the girls were in their underthings..though Sele and Marya giggled a lot when pair of eyes keep peeping up from below decks.
It was late afternoon , with a chill in the air when she saw him...Balerion! "You! " she said feeling her self go.. "Little lady!" He just caught her. "Ho ho ho ho " He boomed ...her Summer Islander had picked her ship to set sail..the evenings would not be so cool for Selecaf for a while...
That night as she lay in the crook of his arm , she wondered if she could be a salt wife, as the Krakens called it. "No" She thought , she was enjoying this life she had found with Rosie and Fede and got a secret thrill at not knowing what would happen next.If she were a salt wife it would be babies and lonely nights, sore nipples (not for the right reasons) and poop and puke ... no, this was the life for her. She lifted his arm and snuck out to stand in the cool evening mists .. wind whipping through her hair she squealed and hooted into the night air ! "I'm Queen of the world .... "
-- Edited by YvyB on Friday 8th of March 2013 08:13:12 PM
Lannisport appeared as Jak had described it, block after block of cobbled streets bustling with humanity, horses, carts, and wagons of all variety. Shops of every type you'd expect in a large town were mostly on the main floors with a descriptive shingle, some with pictures of the wares that could be found inside as in Lannisport trade was accomplished where many could not read letters and numbers. A few small craftsmen held the second floors, but most of the upper floors housed the shopkeepers or tenants as in many towns, and children could be seen giggling and hanging out of a few windows as the day was bright and dry. The finer shops had a large window with wares hanging for what could have been hours of window-shopping, but they hadn't come to shop. Last night Wimpa had shared with her group the true intent of her visit to Westeros, her husband was missing and presumed jailed in Casterly Rock's dungeons. Since Jak had gone on a mission of his own several months before, Wimpa had only received one letter and Jak had previously been quite consistent with his communications while away. Though she had to keep the ruse of Wimpa the Septa, Mrs. Hghar knew that her new friends were smart enough to be discreet and appeared to have a true interest in helping the woman who had saved all of their lives. "A life for a life, sounds right to me, you saved us, now we'll save your man or die trying," Petunia had said, and the boys agreed wholeheartedly. "There'll be no dying involved if we play it right," Wimpa had answered, aware of the fear showing on Pansy's face, "don't worry dear Pansy, your new friend has a plan."
As they continued through the streets, Wimpa realized that she heard none of the eastern accents of her own land as her band of travelers made their way toward the castle, which towered over the town itself above on the highest swell of land. Perhaps this would make it easier to find a man with a strange accent and 2-toned hair, as he would stand out no matter where he went (even with a different face, he frequently kept his own hair though cut and styled in many ways, his pride and glory). She knew they'd have to be careful in their investigation, but since the boys were already expected to work in the castle bakery it might be easy enough to find jobs in the kitchen for a few days' work to get the proper perspective. With Mr. Piper employed as a castle guard, how difficult could it be to steer him toward the dungeons for a few shifts of extra coin…most jailers were happy to have a trusted guard to watch their charges through the night. Nobody ever wants the night shift, this was a constant no matter what town, what castle, what jail. For the night is not only dark and full of terrors, but is often chilly, damp, and dangerous in a town full of cutthroats and cutpurses.
So the plan was shared, understood, and followed as the merry band worked their way quickly up the hill to the castle, finding their new lodgings and employment as easily as a knife cuts through butter. Would that the rest of the plan work as well, Wimpa thought as her head hit the straw pillow in the scullery bunks. Though clean and dry, she could hear the soft snoring of the head kitchen wench in the bunk above her, and regardless of the noise, she managed a grin as she drifted off to sleep for her first night in Lannisport. With Penunia and Pansy enlisted as assistants in the kitchen as well and sleeping in the adjoining bunks, the plan was coming together, with only a few details yet to manage. Before her own dreams could begin, Wimpa prayed for strength, patience, and a measure of luck in the days ahead. "Show me your light R'hllor, show me the way to Jak."
Marya had climbed the mizzenmast that afternoon as she used to do when she was little, sitting on the topmasts to help the sailors remove the topsail because her uncle had decided to use only the chebec´s lateen sails. She stayed there enjoying the fresh breeze, the scenary and her solitude, looking from time to time to the Rose Road in which her horse and someone else allegedly were at that time. From the top of the mast she also saw Fede trying to flirt with one of the sailors despite being seasick and how Sele got lost in the ship with some kraken. The fresh air made her drowsy and she nearly fell off to the ground but her uncle´s cry saved her. "What goes in the topsail Marya and… my God in the treo!!! Get down girl and go sleep elsewhere". “It´s always better not to argue with Shrimp” said Marya to herself. When she came to the stateroom Fede was vomiting as if there were no tomorrow.
"Oh Pepino, It´ll pass. I saw you gave Rorrick the eye, I could ask him to come if it makes you feel better."
"No, (blooooorb), he laughed at me. Ay, (wuduahahguuuuuaaaaag), I´ll die here, all alone, I know it".
"Oh shut it Pepe, I´m not going anywhere. Suck it up for one more day. And try to get some sleep", said Marya putting a cold cloth on Fede´s sweaty forehead. But the Septa, sitting beside his companion, quickly fell asleep listening to Fede´s non stop vomiting.
She felt the warm fluff climbing through her throat again. "Knurk, knurk". One, two retch, and was already in his hand. A little bunny like any other, but tiny and pink. He jumped and rolled and moved his little nose sniffing Marya's hand who had already lost count of how many of them were born. There were 20 in his uncle´s stateroom and possibly many more throughout the ship. They were impossible to hide anymore, someone would discover them at any time and all would be lost and she didn´t even remember how it all started. She just knew she could not stop it. Every time she remembered Diógenes a little fluff ball would go up her throat. Marya was thinking that the only way to stop the bunnies was to see "him" again... when Fede´s bony hand violently shook her up.
“You too Pepe? Are you vomiting bunnies too?" said a drowsy Marya. Federyco looked at her completely confused.
"Bunnies? I´m not vomiting bunnies, you mad? (Hork hork hork). Is sleeping how you take care of me? See? There´s no bunnies here. Maryaaaaaaaaaaa wake up once and for all. Wait, are you vomiting bunnies? I thought you don´t get seasick."
Marya finally woke up from her pinky dream, as confuse as Pepe and making silly excuses.
"ermm um... eh? Bunnies? I know nothing about pinky bunnies, I don´t have bunnies, I´m not bunnysicking Pepe, you are. Do you want some water?"
"Yes. No. Yes. No bunnies, no water. Sí, Pepe, be right back". Marya got out of there relieved and as fast as she could.
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"I´d not prolongued the chewing up, Doc. Nor the being spat out. Not go out a cunt. It´s the dispatch I find inglorious. The whole delusory fucking self importance.". Al Swedgin ;).
The last time Federyco found himself looking over the side rail of the Chebec, he did not think there was anything left inside of him that he could vomit out. Now, in the Captain’s cabin, he found that there was still a chunk of gristle that had somehow managed to remain undigested in his stomach the last time he ejected the contents of his insides.
“Sapito, why you not tell me you get seasick? Oh mi povricito!” the Septa said.
“I never been on a ship before, how would I know?” Federyco responded as soon as he could gather his breath.
“He’s as green as a cucumber,” Uncle Captain Shrrrrrrrrmp added, laughing unfortunately.
Federyco was really disappointed too. As soon as he had boarded, there was a muscular brunet corsair with just a dust of feathery hair on his chin who had been giving Federyco the eye. The fellow went to be hard at work manning the sails, but later, in the mess, Federyco sat across from him and had just finished his rather bland and tasteless meal of catfish stew as he sussed out the man’s name, Rorrick. And then the lurching of the boat combined with the unsteadiness of the stew to give Federyco a queasiness that only got worse with each passing minute.
His chance with Rorrick had undoubtedly passed, the fellow had laughed hysterically as Federyco went running from the mess with barely enough time to vomit overboard. Which happened again and again.
“I want land! Set ashore! Dirt and grass and rocks for my feet. Get me off of this bucking bronco” Federyco began to cry.
“Buck up, kitten! We’ll be in Bitterbridge in a couple of days, you can make it until then. We’re not putting ashore before.” Shrrrrrrrrrmp chastised.
Federyco curled into a ball.
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Nothing good ever came riding Shadow. That much she knew. He knew she didn't like him. And he knew she knew that too. But he kept up his mock obsequious manner towards her for Potty's benefit, who was completely entranced by his new chum the giant albino pancake tower. Once they stroke a conversation about Dorne, he was gone.
There was a loud cackle behind her and Aestylla turned around. Waemar dangled a wine skin and pursed his lips like a sucky calf, winking towards her, and bursted in laughter. And Potty hicupped a torrent of giggles. They were both drunk out of their skull. She spurred her horse on, but she could still hear them, calling her, despite the distance and the wind and the rain that was pissing on them.
Last night on the inn had been unbearable. Round after round of wine, beer, ale, cider... inviting the locals, toasting to everything Dornish... And they'd talked, oh how they'd talked, about richness and adventure awaiting far north, about maps and tatooes, about Dorne and its food, its wine, its costumes, its weather, its palaces, its pools, its women. Mainly its women. She remembered how she was about to storm out when Potty had started talking about meeting Flick's real owner, this dreamy gorgeous wild dusky goddess, how she took him into the forest, and they did all manners of filth together. Egged on by Waemar, he described her with unbelievable thoroughness; her cony nose, her tiny doe ears, her agile legs, her eyes "round and shinny like two little rabbit droppings", the owl inked on her neck... when they reached her hips she just couldn't take it any more. She'd got up quietly, gone to her room and barred both door and window. Then she'd punched the bed so hard she'd almost hit Gaeyom who was sleeping there.
She loathed herself for the tears she'd had to fight back, while her heart inexplicably sunk deeper and deeper, as she fought off the memory of Potty's dreamy eyes as he dipped his long finger slowly into his beer until it was all wet, and then used it to draw a little bunny on the threstle table, still describing his "wild dark hare".
At least this morning they'd bought her a beautiful horse, a gold palomino with white cannon and pastern on three of his legs. She patted his neck. 'Come on, Nugget. Let's leave those bastards behind'. She was about to spurr him on again when she heard a sudden scream that sent the birds flying. She halted. It was Potty.
'My money!!! We've been robbed! Aestyllaaaaaaaaaa!'
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“Fear is a strange soil. It grows obedience like corn, which grow in straight lines to make weeding easier. But sometimes it grows the potatoes of defiance, which flourish underground.”
Federyco was dreaming about a field of hares, hopping all over the place. And then there was a race between a white hare and a March hare. The March hare was winning until the white hare bit the foot of the March hare and caused him to tumble. The white hare crossed the finish line. The toad who was at the end of the race cried out,"Francis is the clear winner!"
Federyco awoke with a start, "What about the horses?" He looked around the cabin, saw that Selecaf was up and about, doing whatever things that she does. "Where are our horses? How many horses do we have? We came to Highgarden with three horses. I have won the tourney destrier, Throxamuxxes. -esses. That leaves us with your Nookie. What about Sancho and the other one? Whooooooo did I ride in the tourney? Go find oooooout!"
As Selecaf darted out of the cabin onto the deck, Federyco realized his nausea was gone.
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Potty had grown accustomed with the comforting sound of the golden dragons turning over and over in his pocket. Every now and then he patted them for good luck, day dreaming of the new inn they’d stay in for the night, with its itchy blankets and barely clean sheets, and a fire that would warm his rheumatic joints. He would have to do without that for a while though. The coin was all gone and his luck had passed, just like the warm weather did. It had been raining ever since they left the lands of Lord Varner; somewhere a god was having a hearty laugh about this, Potty thought. “Gods do delight to piss on me”, he started whining loudly. “I’m wanted in at least three cities, all the scum of Westeros can’t keep their hands out of my pockets, my kidneys ache and this lousy bitch of a rain won’t stop spitting in my face. If I went up in flames there's not a living soul who'd pee on me to put the fire out!” “Let's strike a flint and see”, Aestylla answered from further down the road. “She got you there, friend”, Waemar Rivers chuckled. “Don’t worry, we’re bound to find some work along the way, to keep us off the hedges. Though I wouldn’t mind spending a night under a hedge taming that shadowcat”, he sniggered while eyeing Aestylla in the distance. Potty stopped in his tracks, though if it was because of his companion remark or the sudden appearance of half a dozen arrows pointed straight at their throats, he could not know.
“Halt, in the name of Malus Fossoway, Lord of New Barrel!” boomed a booming voice. Waemar reached for his sword. “What is the meaning of this? We’ve done nothing wrong, out of our way!” he bellowed. A tall hairy man with a proud look approached them on his horse. “Wrong is relative, ser. The Lord of Highgarden is hunting a band of outlaws that wreaked havoc at his tourney. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?” His voice reeked of sarcasm, and the mentioning of the tourney seemed to put Waemar in an even angrier state than before. “Outlaws, is it? I dare you to say that again, Ser, only this time say it to my horse's ass!” Everyone gasped but Lord Fossoway only said: “Drop all your weapons and climb down from your horse’s ass this instant.” Waemar would have none of it, however. “Under what right do you command ME? “Lord”, is it? If you're a lord, there's hope for every ape in Sothoros.” He would have their heads, Potty just knew it. Potty quite liked his head where it was, so he had to think quickly. “My Lord, pray forgive my friend here, his tonsils have swollen and he’s terribly on edge lately. We came from Dorne by way of Ashford, we never passed Highgarden. We’re heading for the Capital.” “And what business do you have there?” Lord Fossoway did not seem like a man that could be lied to easily, and Potty blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “We’re going to meet with the King.” “In King’s Landing?” “That's where they keep the King.” Potty couldn’t believe his eyes. Lord Fossoway laughed and signaled his guards to step back. “Well well, it seems that fate has brought you into my path after all. Sers, do me the honor of dining with me at my keep, I do not fancy making propositions on the road.” “You didn’t even ask us our names, and now you want to break bread with us?” Waemar asked incredulously, but Lord Fossoway only shrugged. “Let’s just say a silver dragon came and whispered in my ear that you are men I could trust.”
He lead the way and beckoned them to follow without waiting for an answer. All this was too strange for Potty but Waemar decided to go on ahead, and so Potty followed too.When he caught up with him, they exchanged a quick, worried glance. Aestylla had been out of Lord Fossoway’s range when they were ambushed, but she was still nowhere in sight.
She woke first that morning to Fede muttering and boinking the bed in his sleep." That man is too highly a sexed " She thought to herself as she set about her ablutions . He awoke with a start and began wildly shouting about horses and hares and the Seven knows what.
Sele could feel the motion of the ship had stopped ."Great!"
She bounded out of the cabin whilst Fede was still ranting something about the tourney all she could think of was Nookie !
She ran down the ramp to the hull and Nookie must of smelt her coming . He was already whinnying and pulling at his chains..
"Shhhh bubbula .. shhh, yes, we will ride this day." She saddled her up and led her up the ramp to the fresh cool air ... the breeze whipped his mane around high .. She could almost taste his excitement . " Captain Shrimmp? " She shouted " I would stretch his legs?" " Yes , Yes, is fine , we will be here half a sun . Don't get lost now , I won't wait." She was already on her steed and jumping off the boat , ignoring the ramp. "Woohoooo! " She cried as Nookie sped up the muddy road ..The fresh air blew away all the smells from Fede's mal de mere.
Finally she slowed to a trot then walked for a while , the sun was hidden behind big black clouds ... she leant forwards and ruffled Nookie's mane whispering in his ear "It's going to rain .. what say you we have some shelter over there .." Nookie nickered and she slipped off.That's when she heard voices ."Hey you! " Sele whipped around and there were two guards. The tab-bards had a sigal she didn't recognize .A peach shaped bottom with a red hand print. The house motto "Just spank" " What is it boys? " Sele found over the years a little flirting could get you out of some sticky situations. " We've got us a lively one 'ere Alfie" His toothless grin made her skin crawl.
She could feel Nookie stiffen . THUD the punch knocked her off her feet Her mind rushing she ignored the burning pain to her side.They were already on her ... the stench of their breath was nauseating she thought quickly but Nookie was ahead of her , rearing up on his back legs he stomped on one man's head as Sele shoved the other off and in one move, Shouting " I am Selecaf and you will be the first I will kill today! " stabbed her hand knife throw his eye... splattering blood over her face she was crazed with blood lust for a moment stabbing and stabbing until Nookie gently nudged her away... on all fours, panting, she composed her self .
Grabbing Nookie around the neck " Thank you my friend , thank you." She swung back onto his back.
" Come on Bubbbula we are not safe here" She rode hard back to the ship and clip clopped up the ramp just as they were hauling the ropes in.
" Sele , I was worried , what is this on your face ?" Marya was fussing like a mother hen. She seemed to be very motherly these days . Sele rubbed her face with the back of her hand. " Nothing Rosie, stop fussing " She led Nookie back down to the hull and bedded her down for the night . " You saved my life today Nooshka " she purred as she rubbed him down " I will never forget that"
" Ah Fede " He was stood at the top of the ramp" We have three horses ,no hares and a few mad bunnies" She slapped his butt on the way past, " Just Spank, Har!" She laughed.
It was early morning and Cap. Shrrrrimp and Marya were in the prow of the Chebec, watching the sunrise."So, you are a Septa now?". Marya opened her coat and showed him the clothes she wears down. Her uncle bursted in hearty laugh. Coming from somewhere in the boat, they heard Fede´s voice for the umpteenth time. “Are we there yet Marya?” Shrimp and Marya kept talking. “I have not seen your bird or the pearls, niña”. “Meh, I know, I´ve lost them but I´ll find them”. Shrimp growled. “I hope so. Where can I find you if I know…” Fede´s voice interrupted him again.“But, are we there yet Marya?”. They kept ignoring him. “With him uncle, wherever that is. For now, King´s Landing but I´ll find you if I need you”. “KL uh?. Why?". “Umm…I heard the rabbit stew is good there. I´d love me a rabbit binge”. "Maryaaaaaaaa are we there yet?" said Pepe again. Shrimp insisted. “And where´s Babieca?”.“Uncle, Babieca is fine, someone is taking care of him, don´t worry.” Cap. Srrhimp was asking too many questions for Marya´s taste. “Oops, look there Shrrrimp, the bridge. Pepeeeeee we are there now! go find Sele and the Targaryen junk, my uncle wants to buy them”. “No I don´t” he said. “Yes you do, we can´t travel with that, you´ll sell them later, just give me some coin now”. Shrrimp grudgingly gave Marya a bag of coins and ordered the sailors to get down the skiff with the horses and the belongings. Marya hugged her uncle and said good bye to the sailors. Fede and Sele also said goodbye to Shrimp and especially the sailors. In a few minutes they were on shore.
"So, Bitterbridge Pepe, what we do now?"
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Federyco “Finally! I hate the water, I hate the boats, I love the land.” Federyco said as he touched on shore at Bitterbridge. Then he wrinkled his nose as he looked around the hold. “But this town smells as if a baby pooped in its nappie. I wish to move fast out of here.”
“I'll go get the horses,” Marya bounded off, with a slight spring in her step.
“Why is my Septa like a bunny?” Federyco asked Selecaf.
“I am not sure, but thinking about bunnies is making me hungry," Selecaf responded.
Federyco perked up. “Ooooooh, we should go hunting for some bunny rabbits! I'm starving!"
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"Hunting for rabbits ? Seven hells I'm in... being stuck on this boat has made me tetchy !"
They got the horses together , Sele and Nookie were so pleased to be free at last . Nookie was champing at the bit ." Lets go old friend !" They all galloped off together in high spirits wondering what the day would bring.
It wasn't long before they came upon an open field .. Sele slid from her horse deftly and gestured to the other's to hush ..Slowly she crept onto the grass .. two bunnies were softy nibbling on grass as Sele snuck up behind them ..as she jumped ... three things happened at once . Sele parped which made the rabbits bolt just as Marya landed on Sele " NOT THE BUNNIES!!!"
"What is wrong with you ?!" Shouted Sele to her friend , " I, I , I don't know ... I'm just feeling BLLLACHHHH" she promplty emptied the mornings fast over Sele's feet , then sobbed uncontrollably..
"Rosie , Rosie it's fine , really " Sele tried to rub the vomit of her shoes onto the grass. " I , sniff, don't sniff,snniff know what's wrong , sniff , with me .."
" CALM YO TITS!"
" I do" said Selecaf grimly " and Tansy ain't gonna help us now "
Fede helped Marya onto her horse .." Is it as we suspected Sele ? " he whispered . " Yes Fede , our Septa is expecting bunnies ."
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He let his temper almost get the better of him, the business with Fossoway had almost done them in. He needed to cut back on his cups, Potty had proven to be a funny, ribald companion on the Kingsroad and had Waemar almost forget about his troubles. Potty did not question this riverland bastard that tagged along, the woman keep a weary eye on him however. Suddenly following Lord Fossoway probably raised her curiosity even further, but he would deal with that later somehow.
They arrived at New Barrel by evenfall, the keep was small but well maintained, surrounded by golden fields of wheat and large orchards of apple trees. Stranger seemed to perk up at the sight of em. "It's been a long journey girl, Waemar said, I will get you some of those oats and apples when we rest up".
The stable boy was lighning fast on his feet after Waemar tossed him a silver to take good care of the horses. They made their way out to the courtyard, Lord Fossoway had already gone inside, but a stunning, tall young lady, dressed in a immaculately tailored green dress met them at the steps by the doorway. The wind seemed to play a game with her waist long brown curls.
"Well met, friends, my name is Merlyn Fossoway, Lord Fossoway is my father. I would like to welcome you to our humble home, please follow me to your rooms." Thank you Lady Fossoway, you are kind beyond words" Waemar said. Potty, just stared at the beauty with his mouth slightly agape. Aesty, did a quick curtsy and a pained smile, she seemed to know something was not right.
Waemar noticed it too, everything seemed normal, except Fossoways guards seemd anxious, many rested their hands on their pommels, and for a few seconds he swore that two men in the towers had bows aimed at them.
They stepped into the entry hall, servants were starting to light candles, but things were still dark inside...and Waemar felt like this night would get even darker......
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Each night Wimpa would manage to get a few seconds alone with Petunia and they'd exchange information about the castle while washing dishes, so gradually the castle picture emerged. With a big tournament happening in King's Landing, the castle was on short staff and even shorter guards and officers of the guard. So that left the dungeons guarded by just one guard at a time, with a switch happening just before dinner where the new guard would eat at the beginning of his shift and the leaving guard would stay for a while to eat and give the new guard a privy break before leaving himself for the night. Petunia and Pansy were often sent to the dungeon and outbuildings with dinner for the guards and prisoners, so one more helper on the designated night wouldn't attract much attention. Only two of the cells were occupied since men had been sent to the wall not long before. One of those could be Jak, and if it was not, well then there would be more travel in Westeros before heading back east. Puddy and Piedo were settling in as baker's boys, to mixed results. Their kitchen talents were appreciated, but the head cook was treating them poorly and Wimpa could see the dissatisfaction on their faces when they had a moment to talk at dinner. These boys were smart enough to know what life would be like here if they stayed, and so Wimpa had offered to take them back across the Narrow Sea if they wanted a change of scenery and to learn more of the world. Sons of a dead peasant without land had few good options in Westeros. When the plan was set it was easy enough to prepare with such a skeleton crew in the castle, they had blended right in with the existing workers and kept their activities low-key. Taking a walk in the surrounding woods to gather berries was a good time to hide some extra provisions to gather on their way out of town, a few extra torches and candles, some extra clothing and blankets for the bad weather on their travels east. A few more items were being hidden under the straw in the stables, as so many stablehands had left for the tourney that they were caring for their own mounts in addition to their kitchen duties. Their plan had to be carried out before the return of the tourney participants, when the castle would get more crowded and more eyes would observe their every move. Petunia had been so good at reading the sky that Wimpa had learned a few new things from her, and they were grateful for the horse and saddle that Wimpa was leaving for the Piper family's help in the plot. Feckless farmer Peter Piper would be guarding the Forest Gate that night, and would let them out with their horses and remember seeing nothing in the morning. Thus the plans were made and the night chosen - a still night with all the signs for clear skies and a full moon to help them see their way through the forest to the eastern road without lit torches to attract attention. It would be tonight.
Lord Fossoway's hall smelled of baked apples and roast venison; a meal had been served not long ago, although one plate remained untouched. "Please, be seated. I'll have someone bring you a flagon of cider and some....NO! Don't sit there!" lord Malus suddenly jumped. "How dare you smear his chair with your filth!" he roared, heading for the seat that Potty took without paying attention, in front of the untouched plate. "B-beg your pardon, I..." Potty stuttered , backing down awkwardly while lord Malus' face went red as a ripe apple. "We meant no disrespect, Lord Fossoway", Aestylla intervened, "we are cold and tired from the road, and we have yet to find out the purpose of your...kind invitation." "Purpose?" Malus Fossoway laughed bitterly. "Is the desire to look my son's killer in the eyes purpose enough for you?" Aestylla and Potty had time to exchange but one puzzled look before lord Fossoway spoke again. "Yes, YOU. I know who you are, Waemar Targaryen. Every day in these last four years I have prayed to the gods that I'd be given the chance to rip you the heart off from your chest...and the gods have finally listened." The hall went silent as a grave. Potty's eyes grew like onions, but the answer finally came, and filled him with dread. Waemar could only bring himself to say "I...I remember him now. He fought bravely, but it was a tourney, he was careless...". "Aye, he was that. But I'm not like him", lord Fossoway ended, and signaled his guards. "Seize them all. And if they fight back, it's their funeral." Time stopped for a few moments, and all that Potty could think was "Oh not again!" He swore to himself this would be the last time he'd ever get captured. They still had their weapons, and they put them to good use. Busy with protecting little Gaeyom, Aestylla darted for the door while Potty reached up, grabbed a torch and followed her trail, whirling the flames around him like the pyromancers he had once seen in Essos. When they reached the courtyard, the sun blinded him for a moment, and in that moment of confusion he remembered Waemar. He turned back only to see that Waemar too was making it towards the exit, having already cut through half the guards inside the keep. "Just don't kill Fossoway, and we'll make it..." Potty had time to think before a shot of pain pierced his back. Aestylla's scream pierced him even deeper. He reached back and felt the arrow sticking out, but the only thing that mattered right now was making it to the stable. Aestylla was already there, fumbling at the reins. "Flick, take him! He's faster! I'm right behind you..." Potty shouted at her. Behind them, Waemar was covered in blood. Whose was it? Just as Aestylla jumped in the saddle, the shouting had stopped. When Potty turned, he saw Waemar on his knees, blood bursting from his neck, and lord Fossoway preparing to give a final blow. Gathering his strength, Potty had time only to kick Flick as hard as he could, wrenching Aestylla away from them. She cursed and turned in her saddle, but Potty knew the horse would not stop. "Goodbye...", he whispered and his feet went out from under him. The fog was coming in, blocking out the sun. Somewhere in the distance he could hear grunts and the squishy sound of metal going through flesh. "Strange time to be chopping meat", Potty thought. A feeling crept up on him, that he should be somewhere else, perhaps under a small tree on the outskirts of Highgarden. He could see it now. "A walk..a walk might shake away this numbness. I'll be there in no time..." And so he went.
She knew it would happen one day...and now it had happened.
Father had never been the same after his only son died at the Tourney of the hand for Jon Arryn. She was only a girl of ten, but she remembered when the young silver knight that had knocked her brother off his horse. He spun through the air and landed head first into the mud, the squires that stood by the wayside said they heard his neck snap. He only lived for a few hours afterwards, with mother and father clutching his hands.
Father had been a fury of tears and rage as he confronted the silver dragon, he said the knight didn't apologize, but instead mocked brothers riding skills. The darkness that nested itself in fathers soul that day never left. But only till mother passed away from a fever a few moons prior had his thirst for revenge come to a head.
The man that now lay dead in their courtyard did not seem like that selfish youth her father hated all these years, he did not have long silver hair, and he had tried to help his two friends to their horses, slaying five of the household guard. She wondered with horror that her father had slain the wrong man, but the sword he wielded "DarkFyre" was legendary and proved it was the former silver dragon. Despite his revenge being complete, her father was still the dark shell he had been since, nothing had changed.
Father had ordered the bodies be buried by the apple orchards, Merlyn took the belongings of the slain away. He told her to get rid of it, and didn't want anything of these two pointing back to him. They had very few items, the dead dragon only had a small sack with some belongings, a few coins and only his sword seemed worth anything. There was that stunning black horse Waemar rode, but it had been a restless beast, kicking and biting everyone in the stables. But curiosity really struck when underneath it all she found this map...a very strange map...that led North.
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Federyco awoke suddenly with a start as the sun broke. He awoke feeling like he had been sleeping for several months. Selecaf and Marya were both still lying on the ground to either side of him.
By the fire were little bones and some gray skins of… what did they eat? There was a pot still on the dwindling fire….smelling of…stew.
When did they eat all those…
"O dios mio! Rabbits!!!"
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Sometimes it felt like only yesterday Bith Torrent had left Littlesister. He had sailed past Pebble and The Paps, steered clear of the treacherous Fingers, and was now passing Gulltown, on his way south to King's Landind. Bith's "Lady of the Waves" had made good time, as he knew she would. 'The old bitch still remembers her smuggling days, and good days they were', he sighed as a splash of water drenched the front of his surcoat.
The wind was slapping his face and freezing his balls, so he retired to his small, grim cabin to work on his wooden toy soldiers. 'My son will like them', he thought for a split second, before remembering Brynner would be half-and-three-and-ten by now, already a man grown. 'A fine lad that will make an even finer blacksmith', master Habba Jutt had said when he decided to take the boy as an apprentice in his armory, a quarter-to-two years ago. "Past time he should find himself a decent wife', Bith pondered. 'Or maybe not so decent...' he chuckled as he carried on carving the little soldiers until the candle finally burned out, taking out the light.
Sele awoke to the sound of bluebottles buzzing around her face ."Wut? Urgh!" Rosie had been sick again .
"Fede?" Where was he.Sele wandered round their little camp."There you are! Oh! Um Sorry!" She had come across Federyco Pepae taking his morning waters. "Wow!" She thought "He's got a baby's arm holding a peach there! ".
"Don't stare girl! " Flustered Federyco fumbling with his drawstrings. "What are we going to do about our friend.." "Me?" Shouted Marya indignant,she was crossing the camp towards them looking very angry indeed. "Don't you worry about me! Whaa?" They all dropped to the ground as several arrows whoosed past their heads.
Her bladder emptied in terror. Her urine steamed the air around her legs. She knew she was going to die. The sparkling blue flames of the diamond colored dragons eyes were only inches away, the white breath coming out of it's massive maw was burning her, but not with heat...but an otherwordly cold that she felt were going to shatter her bones like thin ice. The beast lunged forward, all she saw were sword-sized teeth engulf her....and then darkness.
She darted up from her bed, her sheets completely soaked with sweat. She never had a dream so vivid. Her fingers trembled of cold that was only imginary. She looked down and she saw the strange map the dead travelers left behind. She could not make a word of the strange scribbles on the parchment, but she knew what they meant.
She had to go North, bugger her father. She would leave in a few hours while it was still dark.....
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When they reached King’s Landing early in the morning, Blackwater Bay was silent and still as spit in a stale ale mug.Bith was relieved, he had always hated crowds, southron folk especially. Oh, how he had loved to prey on them back in his pirate days. Ever since he could remember House Torrent had been very poor, but he had hopes his son would fare better now that he was learning a trade. ‘I should ask him to make me a new sword, I could always use one’ Bith muttered as a fat drunk crashed into him and then vomited on his boots. He decided killing someone this early in the morning would be bad luck, so he went on his way to Flea Bottom. By the time he reached master Habba Jutt’s smithy, the streets were bustling with activity, but inside it was unusually quiet. ‘Brynner? Master Habba?What the deuce…’
He found the old blacksmith in a back room, tending to an ugly wound on the side of his head. ‘Ser Torrent…’ his voiced cracked. ‘They came and took him…. your son. They took him to the Wall.”
Marya instinctivelyducked to the sound ofwhistlingarrows and sprang gracefully pushing her two friends and disgracing poor Federyco who failed to lift his pants and fell down with his butt up in the air same as Sele who proudly showed hers as she always liked to do at every opportunity. "I know these asses and they are lovely but you can cover them already,looks like we'rein trouble. By the way, noone needs to worry about me. I feel fine now. Nothing agood rabbit stewcan not fix." There was dismay and joy in her friends eyes but Marya kept talking. "So, arrows… do we know someone? What you two did this time while I was sick, ah?"
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Morning came and went so did the night and nothing moved but the wind. It fluttered the leaves of a willow, hiding and revealing Aestylla's red, puffy face. He couldn't fault her for staring at the pond for so long, it was a good pond. He wondered how long his friend would sleep like that, with her eyes opened. He didn't want to wake her up though. She might want to leave the pond, and he wasn't ready yet. An oblivious fly rested on her cheek. He smiled. In one swift movement of his mighty pink organ the fly was caught, wrapped and inside his mouth. And a second later, he spitted it out.
'Parp it', he cursed. He hated salty flies.
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