Post by allymarty on Mar 8, 2010 17:43:00 GMT 10
Title: Kinsmen 16 - Mistaken
Rating: G
Length: 261 (not including the book quote)
Competitor: Faleron
Round/Fight: 2/A
Summary: Sixteenth in a series of stories about the relationship between two kinsmen and the eventual object of their mutual affections.
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...The young ladies waited on by Faleron whispered and giggled when he brought them their food, as if they knew something ridiculous about him. No one had seen if another page had spoken to them, but Faleron told Kel they'd acted perfectly all right during the first two courses....
After the banquet, the pages ate in silence. Kel was wondering if she could sleep right on the table when Merric growled, "I've had enough! I'm calling Joren out!"
Kel grabbed him as he began to rise. "No," she said flatly. "We are not going to brawl over Midwinter, not one of us!"
-- Tamora Pierce, Page
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Faleron shook his head to clear it. Surely he had been mistaken; he thought he had heard one of the young ladies at the table he was assigned to serve whispering his name. He knew she wasn't speaking directly to him, so he assumed that she must be speaking about him, instead. What was her name, again? Oh, yes, now he remembered - Doanna of Fenrigh.
He hated to think ill of any of the realm's gentler beings, but this young lady was sullen and rude. Faleron certainly hoped that none of his friends ended up married to her. Sometimes fathers made matches for their sons without regard to their feelings. He felt sorry the poor man who would be saddled to that dull and mean-spirited cow.
Nevertheless, now all the ladies at the table were staring at him in an odd way. Faleron felt more and more uncomfortable with each course he served to them. When he tried harder to hear more of their whisperings, a few of the words he thought he heard made his blood run cold. He felt that young ladies of refinement and good breeding should not know words like 'bardash' and 'spintry.' And although he fully understood the meaning of those words, they didn't apply to anyone he knew at the palace.
Once again, he shook his head and thought to himself, "Faleron, you dolt! There's no reason for the ladies to know such words. And there's certainly no reason for them to stare at me when they whisper them. Surely, I must be mistaken."
Rating: G
Length: 261 (not including the book quote)
Competitor: Faleron
Round/Fight: 2/A
Summary: Sixteenth in a series of stories about the relationship between two kinsmen and the eventual object of their mutual affections.
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...The young ladies waited on by Faleron whispered and giggled when he brought them their food, as if they knew something ridiculous about him. No one had seen if another page had spoken to them, but Faleron told Kel they'd acted perfectly all right during the first two courses....
After the banquet, the pages ate in silence. Kel was wondering if she could sleep right on the table when Merric growled, "I've had enough! I'm calling Joren out!"
Kel grabbed him as he began to rise. "No," she said flatly. "We are not going to brawl over Midwinter, not one of us!"
-- Tamora Pierce, Page
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Faleron shook his head to clear it. Surely he had been mistaken; he thought he had heard one of the young ladies at the table he was assigned to serve whispering his name. He knew she wasn't speaking directly to him, so he assumed that she must be speaking about him, instead. What was her name, again? Oh, yes, now he remembered - Doanna of Fenrigh.
He hated to think ill of any of the realm's gentler beings, but this young lady was sullen and rude. Faleron certainly hoped that none of his friends ended up married to her. Sometimes fathers made matches for their sons without regard to their feelings. He felt sorry the poor man who would be saddled to that dull and mean-spirited cow.
Nevertheless, now all the ladies at the table were staring at him in an odd way. Faleron felt more and more uncomfortable with each course he served to them. When he tried harder to hear more of their whisperings, a few of the words he thought he heard made his blood run cold. He felt that young ladies of refinement and good breeding should not know words like 'bardash' and 'spintry.' And although he fully understood the meaning of those words, they didn't apply to anyone he knew at the palace.
Once again, he shook his head and thought to himself, "Faleron, you dolt! There's no reason for the ladies to know such words. And there's certainly no reason for them to stare at me when they whisper them. Surely, I must be mistaken."