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jack_inthegreen) wrote2005-06-21 04:09 am
jack_inthegreen) wrote2005-06-21 04:09 am
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In the gray pre-dawn light, the man in green has been busy.
There are rows of trestle tables set up by the lake--far from the new grave as well as anything else that might be disturbed by such things--and on the central table he sets up the horn of plenty he carved the day before. Now he lays a hand on the wood and quietly asks the elements around it to fill the horn and assemble themselves, so that there will be plenty to eat and it will all be nourishing and tasty. When he has done this the horn begins to fill and soon food is spilling out: fruit and bottles of wine and loaves of bread and slabs of cold cooked meats and wheels of cheese and whatever else a patron might think to ask for.
At the end of the rows of tables there is a wooden platform, with a small raised stage for musicians and plenty of room for dancers. Jack has found no one to play pipes but no matter, there are still musicians aplenty should anyone wish to dance. And he hopes they will, for what's a celebration without dancing?
Beyond the tables there is a small course set up for races, just a starting- and finish-lines marked off. There is a large rope for tug-of-war, various props like sacks for sack races and spoons for an egg-and-spoon race, and a pitch for bowls and another for playing horsehoes. He thought about playing tossing the caber but decided that might be pushing things a bit, even here.
Farthest from the bar proper is the bonfire, currently unlit. He pauses there and asks the fire within the wood to do no harm to anyone, that there will be no stray sparks or wayward ash to burn.
There is a great deal of magic at Milliways for him to draw upon and soon the party preparations meet with his satisfaction. He blesses the area before he goes back inside for some more rest before the party begins: that no one will be hurt in play or eat themselves sick, that not even a dancer's ankle be turned.
When he is done the morning fog is just beginning to burn off. It's going to be a beautiful day.
There are rows of trestle tables set up by the lake--far from the new grave as well as anything else that might be disturbed by such things--and on the central table he sets up the horn of plenty he carved the day before. Now he lays a hand on the wood and quietly asks the elements around it to fill the horn and assemble themselves, so that there will be plenty to eat and it will all be nourishing and tasty. When he has done this the horn begins to fill and soon food is spilling out: fruit and bottles of wine and loaves of bread and slabs of cold cooked meats and wheels of cheese and whatever else a patron might think to ask for.
At the end of the rows of tables there is a wooden platform, with a small raised stage for musicians and plenty of room for dancers. Jack has found no one to play pipes but no matter, there are still musicians aplenty should anyone wish to dance. And he hopes they will, for what's a celebration without dancing?
Beyond the tables there is a small course set up for races, just a starting- and finish-lines marked off. There is a large rope for tug-of-war, various props like sacks for sack races and spoons for an egg-and-spoon race, and a pitch for bowls and another for playing horsehoes. He thought about playing tossing the caber but decided that might be pushing things a bit, even here.
Farthest from the bar proper is the bonfire, currently unlit. He pauses there and asks the fire within the wood to do no harm to anyone, that there will be no stray sparks or wayward ash to burn.
There is a great deal of magic at Milliways for him to draw upon and soon the party preparations meet with his satisfaction. He blesses the area before he goes back inside for some more rest before the party begins: that no one will be hurt in play or eat themselves sick, that not even a dancer's ankle be turned.
When he is done the morning fog is just beginning to burn off. It's going to be a beautiful day.
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Oh?
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It's really well-written, about a girl who is kidnapped by desert Hillfolk, slowly learns their culture, becomes one of the King's trusted riders and carries the Blue Sword, which can only be carried by a woman. The King and his army are to keep the Northern barbarians from attacking, and head towards this mountain pass. The girl has a vision that tells her that the Northerners will attack from a smaller, less-well-known pass, and she tells the King. The King and the others disregard her for she is not of the Hills. So, going directly against her King's orders, she takes a small group to defend the other pass.
It turns out she was right, and her small force faces the brunt of the Northern forces, while the King and his men fight also, knowing that the small group they faced was just a distraction, and that the girl was right.
The girl's army won, barely, but then she still had to go back to her King after her insubordination.
*she shrugs* He thought she had renounced the hills; she thought he was going to have her exiled. They forgave each other and got married.
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The Bar has... an interesting sense of humor. I'm terribly curious as to what it shall pick out next for me to read. But for the odd sense of humor, the bar is pretty generous with loaning books.
It isn't as if I'm going anywhere.
*She looks thoughtful as she watches the bonfire being lit.*
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*a grin*
Wonder what it'd pick. But then of course I'd need to read it all here, or explain at home why I have a book published in 2015.
*Because Will never hides anything at home. Right.*
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It doesn't seem to only be generous loaning them to those who are Bound.
After all, we're not going anywhere, now are we?
I bet you could take one home and keep it in your room.
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*Then he grins.*
Maybe I will, sometime.
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*She smiles.* I shall specifically ask for one from 2015, next time I ask for a book. I want to make sure good-quality fiction is still around, then.
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*smiling* The first to come up with strong conclusions of their research could get an article out of it.
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*He sticks his hands in his pockets, watching the bonfire cheerfully.*
Or later, I suppose, if it were phrased right.
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Very circular. Nice and tidy. And then someone else can write a scholarly review of it, and on it goes.
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*He's grinning. Also, glancing with interest at one of the tables of food; dinner was a while ago, and food that everyone is eating happily is unlikely to be, say, bodyswitching curry.*
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*All in fun, of course. Any curry served on the table probably is very good, anyway.*
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*He stops bothering to try to hide the grin.*
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Unless you'd like to be my secretary, instead?
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Dunno. Does it pay better?
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