Post by Kypriotha on Dec 25, 2018 18:18:30 GMT 10
Title: Canvassing
Rating: G
For: westernsunset
Prompt: Raoul
Summary: Raoul is sent out to canvas for information in the lead up to the coronation.
Notes: Happy Wishing Tree! Sorry this is a little late, but I hope you enjoy it.
***
Raoul halted his horse outside the small inn. Both he and his horse were drenched with sweat after the hard ride through the forest. He dismounted, slightly unsteadily, and led his horse round the side to the stable. He would be glad when this cursed coronation was over and he could stop riding helter skekter over the whole country, looking for signs of plots and treachery.
Finding no one in the stable yard, Raoul gave a sharp whistle he'd learnt from the men in the Own. A thud from the stable loft preceded the arrival of a stable boy.
"Beggin' yer pardon mister, I didn' hear yer come in. I'll take yer horse fer yer now an' if yer go inside, the mistress will git yer a room and a beer."
Raoul surrendered his horse and a large coin for a thorough rub down and extra feed. He wouldn't be able to get a new mount for a couple of days, when he rejoined the rest of Third Company, and he didn't want to risk this one's health. However, he ignored the offered beer and followed the stable boy into the stable. His thirst was not for liquor these days, but information, hence the larger than necessary coin. Money, in most situations, was the global lubricant.
Raoul leaned casually against the door frame (or at least as casually as a man of his height can lean) and folded his arms as he watched the stable boy start the unsaddling process.
"Been a while since I've been round these parts," Raoul remarked after a little while. "This still Tirragen land round here?"
"Aye mister," the stable boy remarked over his shoulder. "Not that we see them from the fief round 'ere much."
"Ain't that the way. The Lords lock 'em self up in their castles and never show their faces lest they want summat."
The stable boy nodded vigorously. "That's sure right mister. We're dead quiet 'ere most days, then last week we gets a whole heap o' men comin' through all at once. They ain't wearing a uniform, but I knowin' some o' them from up the town way."
Raoul shifted slightly. "Probably demanding all the beer and food at once too."
"Aye mister. Most nothing left for our poor supper."
Raoul shook his head. "Shame that. Hope you ain't left in the lurch tonight." He stretched and stood away from the doorframe, wincing slightly as it creamed. "I better be getting my own supper now. I don't want to be missing out myself. Thanks for the chat lad. You're doing a good job there."
Raoul left the stable boy grinning and made his way to the inn, although supper was the last thing on his mind. Jon and Myles were not going to like this news. He started planning how fast he could get back to the Own and Corus.
Rating: G
For: westernsunset
Prompt: Raoul
Summary: Raoul is sent out to canvas for information in the lead up to the coronation.
Notes: Happy Wishing Tree! Sorry this is a little late, but I hope you enjoy it.
***
Raoul halted his horse outside the small inn. Both he and his horse were drenched with sweat after the hard ride through the forest. He dismounted, slightly unsteadily, and led his horse round the side to the stable. He would be glad when this cursed coronation was over and he could stop riding helter skekter over the whole country, looking for signs of plots and treachery.
Finding no one in the stable yard, Raoul gave a sharp whistle he'd learnt from the men in the Own. A thud from the stable loft preceded the arrival of a stable boy.
"Beggin' yer pardon mister, I didn' hear yer come in. I'll take yer horse fer yer now an' if yer go inside, the mistress will git yer a room and a beer."
Raoul surrendered his horse and a large coin for a thorough rub down and extra feed. He wouldn't be able to get a new mount for a couple of days, when he rejoined the rest of Third Company, and he didn't want to risk this one's health. However, he ignored the offered beer and followed the stable boy into the stable. His thirst was not for liquor these days, but information, hence the larger than necessary coin. Money, in most situations, was the global lubricant.
Raoul leaned casually against the door frame (or at least as casually as a man of his height can lean) and folded his arms as he watched the stable boy start the unsaddling process.
"Been a while since I've been round these parts," Raoul remarked after a little while. "This still Tirragen land round here?"
"Aye mister," the stable boy remarked over his shoulder. "Not that we see them from the fief round 'ere much."
"Ain't that the way. The Lords lock 'em self up in their castles and never show their faces lest they want summat."
The stable boy nodded vigorously. "That's sure right mister. We're dead quiet 'ere most days, then last week we gets a whole heap o' men comin' through all at once. They ain't wearing a uniform, but I knowin' some o' them from up the town way."
Raoul shifted slightly. "Probably demanding all the beer and food at once too."
"Aye mister. Most nothing left for our poor supper."
Raoul shook his head. "Shame that. Hope you ain't left in the lurch tonight." He stretched and stood away from the doorframe, wincing slightly as it creamed. "I better be getting my own supper now. I don't want to be missing out myself. Thanks for the chat lad. You're doing a good job there."
Raoul left the stable boy grinning and made his way to the inn, although supper was the last thing on his mind. Jon and Myles were not going to like this news. He started planning how fast he could get back to the Own and Corus.