Saturday, October 15, 2005
Chapter Four
A slow drumbeat began. Bong. Bong. Bong. Some maidens stopped what they were doing - and turned their faces wonderingly around. The drumbeat speeded up, and grains of rice began to shower onto the gravel road, a symbol of welcome and goodwill. The priests began to whirl and leap and stamp in a frenzied dance, while the falling rice caught the sunlight and sparkled like golden rain. It was a sight Knight Davion had never seen before.
The drum stopped abruptly. In the stark silence that followed, Knight Davion could hear the blood flowing in his ear. Into this silence stepped a male dressed in a saffron yellow loin cloth and carrying a wooden rake over one shoulder.
"He's Prince Thunderwrath, The heir to the throne of King of Scotland, isn't he charming?" Maiden Crystal muttered, fixing him with a slow burn look.
"Prince Thunderwrath?" Knight Davion enquired, feeling uneasy.
"Yeah, who were you expecting then, Priest Ezalor?" Maiden Crystal called back, giving him a baleful stare.
Knight Davion realised that Crystal Maiden smelt of make-up and sweat and excitement.
Peering at Prince Thunderwrath, straight white hair sprang from his forehead, the bare clothing revealed a rippled band of caramel skin, as charming as he was, Knight Davion pondered the purpose of his trip from Scotland.
The king raised his hand to signal for silence, and then capitulated with a sudden grin," I'm pleased to announce that Prince Thunderwrath, the Commander of the Northern Legion, the heir to the throne of Scotland, has arrived in our humble country. As many would have expected, Prince Thunderwrath will be marrying our very own Princess!"
There was an uproar of cheers and acclamation, shrieks of excitement rose above the general buzz, all except one.
Knight Davion stood rooted, suddenly realising that the Princess was squinting at him in a manner too familiar to him on the balcony. He immediately looked down, at the icy cold floor, and dazed by the sudden darkness and cold air in the hall.
Prince Thunderwrath was tall, athletic, masculine - all that stuff. Then there were those flashing blue eyes, that looked as if he had just thought of a marvellous idea or was about to make a joke. A fine young man like him will certainly brighten every woman's heart. Besides, the Commander of the Northern Legion had braved through wars and struggles, certainly earning many's respects and adore.
Knight Dwarven was chortling with laughter beside him, and with a cheesy grin on his face, he said," You're still a young lad, Knight Davion. I can see it - from your eyes."
Before Knight Davion could reply, the messenger scampered into the hall and exclaimed," The French had left the city of Dunkirk, and are heading towards Southampton, Here!"
To be continued...
The drum stopped abruptly. In the stark silence that followed, Knight Davion could hear the blood flowing in his ear. Into this silence stepped a male dressed in a saffron yellow loin cloth and carrying a wooden rake over one shoulder.
"He's Prince Thunderwrath, The heir to the throne of King of Scotland, isn't he charming?" Maiden Crystal muttered, fixing him with a slow burn look.
"Prince Thunderwrath?" Knight Davion enquired, feeling uneasy.
"Yeah, who were you expecting then, Priest Ezalor?" Maiden Crystal called back, giving him a baleful stare.
Knight Davion realised that Crystal Maiden smelt of make-up and sweat and excitement.
Peering at Prince Thunderwrath, straight white hair sprang from his forehead, the bare clothing revealed a rippled band of caramel skin, as charming as he was, Knight Davion pondered the purpose of his trip from Scotland.
The king raised his hand to signal for silence, and then capitulated with a sudden grin," I'm pleased to announce that Prince Thunderwrath, the Commander of the Northern Legion, the heir to the throne of Scotland, has arrived in our humble country. As many would have expected, Prince Thunderwrath will be marrying our very own Princess!"
There was an uproar of cheers and acclamation, shrieks of excitement rose above the general buzz, all except one.
Knight Davion stood rooted, suddenly realising that the Princess was squinting at him in a manner too familiar to him on the balcony. He immediately looked down, at the icy cold floor, and dazed by the sudden darkness and cold air in the hall.
Prince Thunderwrath was tall, athletic, masculine - all that stuff. Then there were those flashing blue eyes, that looked as if he had just thought of a marvellous idea or was about to make a joke. A fine young man like him will certainly brighten every woman's heart. Besides, the Commander of the Northern Legion had braved through wars and struggles, certainly earning many's respects and adore.
Knight Dwarven was chortling with laughter beside him, and with a cheesy grin on his face, he said," You're still a young lad, Knight Davion. I can see it - from your eyes."
Before Knight Davion could reply, the messenger scampered into the hall and exclaimed," The French had left the city of Dunkirk, and are heading towards Southampton, Here!"
To be continued...
# posted by Dao @ 3:45 AM 
