Chapter 1
It had not been a great evening. Only a few hours ago there was an attempted assassination on the Abhorsen Queen of the Old Kingdom, Sabriel. A man at a royal dinner party tried to stab her with a serving fork, but to no avail. He missed, and King Touchstone was on him right away. His violent temper had come out, and the King picked the man up, and hurled him straight across the table. The Royal Guard immediately apprehended the man, who calls himself Barb, before Touchstone could kill him himself.
"If I got my hands on him I would have rung his neck like a slain duck!" screamed Touchstone, who was speaking with Sabriel in their room. "How dare he! May Charter help him if I see his face ever again."
"Now, now Touchstone," replied Sabriel, her midnight black hair flowing eloquently. "The important thing is that we're all safe.for now. Do you think he may have been working for some kind of hidden evil?"
"I don't know," started Touchstone, whose usually pale face was still beat red with anger, "He may have been. But if he was, I think they would try something a little more grand than trying to stab you with a serving fork."
"Yes," agreed Sabriel. "Perhaps we should go question him? Just to be safe."
Touchstone looked into his wife's gray eyes, "Perhaps. Not publicly. He can have his trial after we talk to him."
The King and Queen's conversation was cut short when their two children, Ellimere and Sameth, burst into the room. Thirteen-year-old Sameth reached his Mother first, embracing her with a big hug. Ellimere, who was fourteen, got there not moment after, also throwing a hug around her Mother.
"Mother! Are you alright?" asked both children eagerly, still worried about their Mother after the incident of a few hours ago.
"Yes children, I'm fine," replied Sabriel, in her sweet tone of voice. "You were there; he completely missed me."
"We know Mother," sighed Ellimere. "But I just had to take the initiative and make sure." Sabriel stared at her growing daughter intently. She had Sabriel's black hair, and Touchstone's green eyes. Sabriel knew she would one day be Queen, while Sam would take the role of Abhorsen.
"Well thank you for your concern children, but your Mother is just fine. Now go to bed you two," commanded Touchstone, his temper cooling off a bit.
His son looked at him, and then gave him a high five. "That was bloody awesome what you did to that guy tonight! Goodnight!" With that, both Prince Sameth and Princess Ellimere left the room, leaving Touchstone and Sabriel to themselves again.
Touchstone then stood up, and walked across the satin rugged floor to Queen Sabriel. "Perhaps we should go interrogate the bastard now."
It had not been a great evening. Only a few hours ago there was an attempted assassination on the Abhorsen Queen of the Old Kingdom, Sabriel. A man at a royal dinner party tried to stab her with a serving fork, but to no avail. He missed, and King Touchstone was on him right away. His violent temper had come out, and the King picked the man up, and hurled him straight across the table. The Royal Guard immediately apprehended the man, who calls himself Barb, before Touchstone could kill him himself.
"If I got my hands on him I would have rung his neck like a slain duck!" screamed Touchstone, who was speaking with Sabriel in their room. "How dare he! May Charter help him if I see his face ever again."
"Now, now Touchstone," replied Sabriel, her midnight black hair flowing eloquently. "The important thing is that we're all safe.for now. Do you think he may have been working for some kind of hidden evil?"
"I don't know," started Touchstone, whose usually pale face was still beat red with anger, "He may have been. But if he was, I think they would try something a little more grand than trying to stab you with a serving fork."
"Yes," agreed Sabriel. "Perhaps we should go question him? Just to be safe."
Touchstone looked into his wife's gray eyes, "Perhaps. Not publicly. He can have his trial after we talk to him."
The King and Queen's conversation was cut short when their two children, Ellimere and Sameth, burst into the room. Thirteen-year-old Sameth reached his Mother first, embracing her with a big hug. Ellimere, who was fourteen, got there not moment after, also throwing a hug around her Mother.
"Mother! Are you alright?" asked both children eagerly, still worried about their Mother after the incident of a few hours ago.
"Yes children, I'm fine," replied Sabriel, in her sweet tone of voice. "You were there; he completely missed me."
"We know Mother," sighed Ellimere. "But I just had to take the initiative and make sure." Sabriel stared at her growing daughter intently. She had Sabriel's black hair, and Touchstone's green eyes. Sabriel knew she would one day be Queen, while Sam would take the role of Abhorsen.
"Well thank you for your concern children, but your Mother is just fine. Now go to bed you two," commanded Touchstone, his temper cooling off a bit.
His son looked at him, and then gave him a high five. "That was bloody awesome what you did to that guy tonight! Goodnight!" With that, both Prince Sameth and Princess Ellimere left the room, leaving Touchstone and Sabriel to themselves again.
Touchstone then stood up, and walked across the satin rugged floor to Queen Sabriel. "Perhaps we should go interrogate the bastard now."