No matter what map I checked, Hyrule didn't seem to have a coast along a sea. So I butchered the maps and made one to the south.Hehe, anyone else remember who Ambi's lover was?


Matters of the State

Chapter 3

The day is cool, the sunshine warm as the sea beneath my ship's aged timbers sighs softly. The waves are small, and the white sails overhead fill just enough with the wind to push us ahead at a fair pace. I can almost feel the bow of my ship just below my Lady's aged face slicing cleanly through salty waters. Nay, 'tis not the longest voyage of my days, nor perhaps the fairest weather I have sailed, although 'tis both long and fair, but the day indeed is nice.

"Hoy, you there, man." I call, the red bandana of one of my crew appearing from below, walking out on deck from the state cabin; the entrance of which is just below this back deck here where I stand at the wheel, another of my men holding the tiller on course with a compass. "How be Young Ambi down below?" I would chuckle to say that, but 'tis a melancholy feel really. Ambi, aye how that name is one I nearly sigh to speak, but the one I speak of now is not my Lady from ages past, the one who's face adorns the head of my ship, but the young man who uses that name now.

And I'll be damned thrice over again if I dare say he isn't an Ambi! How many years it's been I shudder to think, but that boy has my Lady's tongue and wit, he's untried in the world he's fighting to break into, but he has her feisty spirit through and through. The fiery red hair he allows to fall across his one eye is as much hers as the hair I would stroke when I still had the fingers to feel it with. Five hundred years it's been or more since I last gazed upon her fair face; lost my eyes long since then but his are as sharp a grey as hers. Strange how after so long and so much mixed blood they can look so much alike.

Aha, to speak of not being able to touch and yet holding things, and to have lost my eyes yet can still see that boy's face is misleading. I see the world but at the same time I cannot. Dare say I gave the boy a shiver when my ship did pull into port some years back. Had him stare into a fleshless face and try to stand his ground as he asked my name and business that first time. I lead the young Prince's armada now, or t'least I will once he and his new court can build one.

Ne're led my Lady Queen's ships, nay, I was too far gone on the wrong side to think of that. Now I know my lessons though, trapped in a sea of whirlpools and then gazin' upon her ghost on the shores of some desert. I may still be an undead man, undead pirate most would still care to say, but I know my lessons now. Ferryin' the young Ambi from coast to coast is but a slight fare to pay on the road to what one would hope to be redemption.

"Still a bit water-logged, Cap'in, but well." My man replies, moving swiftly up from the lower deck to stand before me where I am at the wheel. Garbed in the royal blue of Labrynna now instead of the old britches and shirt he died in as we all did, a symbol of the Lady Oracle's harp rests 'pon his right breast, the shirt fitting oddly as it does on all my men. We tie out pants up 'round the spine, causing them to bunch up weird as well even without shirts made 'specially to fall over the skinny part. The red bandana he and my men each wear though is to be expected; no one wants to see a crew of sun-bleached bone scalps. Their shirts are all a light blue, pants which only go down half past their bony knees a darker shade.

No shoes though, it'd just be strange to learn how to walk in boots again with no flesh down there so-to-speak. I myself am the only one with boots, but that's always been a part of my own wardrobe, I'm Captain after all! Nice black boots I have, not stained with salt water and eaten through by lichen like my old pair.

"Gills all gone too, although he seems a bit shaky to walk." I nod to my crewman as his fleshless jaw clicks shut to end most of what he has to say. You can see it at the joints of each of us though, a bit of black light keeping the bones connected; a small bead of the same darkness behind each eye and cupped into the throat for us to speak. The gods' punishment for men of sin like us, but give us a couple more centuries; we'll work that sin off.

"Dunno why those Zora did keep him down there so long, but I was startin' to think I'd have to send one of you lot down there to fetch him!" I snarl, folding my bone-arms together across my ribbed chest. The silky white material I wear is meant to be a bit puffy to make me look a tad less odd than the rest of them, my deep blue coat rather rigid and keeping its shape well without much more than a few bits of bone holdin' it up. Gold-looking tassels and brass buttons make it a mighty nice bit of cloth; the black pants still look odd though, but I haven't a care for that.

"Last thing I need is for her first words to be nothing but raggin' on me for seeing him dead the first time he tries leavin' the country to be all Princely and such." I mutter, lowering my voice, and yet silently laughing at myself as she could be sayin' anythin' at all an I'd still be happy.

"He's talkin' straight again too, Cap'in," Is my man's simple reply, but I can see him smiling, I don't quiet know how we smile, but we do none-the-less. "But, I think it'd be best if you visit with him for a moment or two. I think he's about ready to strangle that duke or whoever he is."

"Duke? Naw, that's the Lynna City Mayor." I correct, shaking my head as I cannot blame any man related to my Ambi, or any man at all for being uptight with people like that. I don't know why in the devil he brought the man along anyways. All he's done is whine since we left the coast…

"Annoying little bugger that one." I bring one gloveless hand up and steady the wide blue brim of my hat upon my skull, not looking to the man holding the wheel as I walk a ways towards the edge of the ship's rail. I lean out slightly with one hand bracing me, turning my face into the wind as if I can smell the lands approaching.

"Hoy, you know better than to mess with any kin o' hers when they're bein' egged on." I call, looking back towards my man as he seems to be waiting for some sort of order, and I give him one too. "Go down an' inform the Young Ambi that he'll be on dry land again in a few hours. We should be reaching the Hylian coast before dusk."

I haven't a problem with ferryin' her kin around so many centuries after I wish I were nothing but foam cresting the ocean's waves. I committed my share of cruel, dastardly deeds aboard this ship, commanding my men to do the same, feeding their lust and their greed with my own. And I'll live that out solemnly since I know she's waitin' for me on the other side…

However… I think I'll be a might bit more careful next time one of those fish-heads tries to get one of those kinsmen to wear a suit that looks like fish-skin…


"And then, splash! You were completely gone, my Lord! J-just sucked up by the water and pulled down into their depths. Down like a stone, you just sank!"

I take a moment to close my eyes, trying to take a deep breath as I feel my right eye give a slight twitch which I wish it wouldn't when I'm agitated. The Mayor's eyes are wide and worrisome, a kerchief scrunched between his thin hands and being wrung viciously to show his nerves. His thinning chestnut hair is either retaining its colour better than its thickness, or he colours it when no one's looking. Combed over to one side across his scalp, it always looks a bit oily, only more to the point that it must be something he applies rather than a lack of hygiene. The collar on his white shirt is wilting slightly, the red vest overtop it wrinkled as his pin-stripped grey trousers are creased repeatedly. I'm gong to assume that just like with the Labrynnian Zora, he didn't sleep or at least change for the time I was visiting with the Hylian sect.

At various stages of this journey I've asked myself why I brought the man along with me. I always have an answer at the end, but can't remember it just now as his high, stringy voice laces through the small cabin.

When one enters the state cabin aboard this ship, the space located below the deck the captain and his wheelman stand is more of an office and chart room than much else. A door against one wall leading down a narrow staircase as one of the entrances to the lower decks, or more notably, the one hall lined with cabin doors. I don't think this ship's crew has barracks so much as a few small rooms where they can hole themselves up if they feel overwhelmed with work on deck.

The crew itself half-unnerves me still, but I think I'm getting used to it. I don't flinch to meet their sightless but still noticeable gaze like I did a few years back when this all began. For the most part I can meet it rather well unless I'm already uneasy. And in my current mood, I don't doubt that I could even stare one down.

"Come, come now… You'll put yourself through another fit if you don't calm yourself." The third man in the room adds his own comment in with a hushed voice. His thin, pale face is one I've only seen a few times, as normally it's hidden behind a mask with a large, but bashful smile. His real face is quite close to that though; rounded out with a small, but somewhat flattened nose, thin lips adorning a wide mouth, which is now smiling comfortingly, with his thin red brows knitting together over his deep dark eyes.

His clothing is dark, and simply made. Both shirt and pants are a violet so deep it is nearly black, cut with clear lines as if to draw attention to the merchant's bony limbs and thin, frail-looking hands. His thin red hair is a few shades darker than my own, and is knotted tightly behind his head to form a small tail.

Placing one slender hand upon the mayor's arm, he seems to tug at the shorter man for a moment to catch his eye; something I would assume he's quiet good at, even when he wears the masks he also sells. The mayor's whining whittles off bit by bit until I can hardly hear it, and I shake my head as he normally isn't this bad at all.

"Will you stop panicking?" I question sharply, watching to the Mayor with a disgruntled look as I no longer want to hear his mewling. He closes his red rimmed eyes as I doubt he's been stooping down so low as to cry, but he's distressed and lowers his head slightly as I close my eyes again and lean my head back down on the stiff pillow I have aboard ship. A loose, white shirt with ties undone at wrists and neck covers me to my waist, but the wool blankets of the bed come up farther to lie across my chest and hide the black britches I have on underneath. Walking was uncomfortable when I was hauled back aboard a few hours ago, and I was more or less carried to the bed where I lie now. I don't know if the keeling of the ship has anything to do with it or not, but it seems likely.

"Any news on how long it'll take us still to-?" My question is cut off and I look towards my right as the small door to my cabin is abruptly rapped against. My two 'Viziers' look back and forth between one another and myself before I nod and gesture as best I can with my eyes to tell them to let whoever it is in. Unfortunately, they then begin to silently, and rather forcefully, make hand signs to decide who should actually move. Finally, I roll my eyes and give shout out to whoever it is.

"Come in." I say, making the other two men pause and each give me an abashed look. However, for all their short comings, one is a politician, and the other a business man, and both wipe their faces of near any emotion as the door swings open. I half expected the Captain to stride in, but instead my stomach just chills at the sight of a crewman instead.

Yes, I still feel uneasy around this crew of damned souls, but they do their job well; they'll sail me anywhere more loyally and with far more speed than any other band of men I could ever pull together on my own. They work longer hours, not weighing anchor at night as we continue on at the same pace as their strength doesn't falter since they have no flesh to speak of. Their ship alone is built for more speed, as she can only hold roughly a quarter of the provisions a normal ship can, she's thinner and slides through the water with a deeper hull to keep her steady in stormy weather.

My two men here, myself, a scribe, and five guards make up this tiny party of mine, and we're the only ones aboard who require food and drink aside from the nine horses who were unlucky enough to be chosen to come with us.

What some ships use for gun powder and cannon fodder is more of a stable aboard this one. Sure, the men still have those supplies, but they're tied up on deck, and are in a tiny amount compared to most other vessels, but this isn't a vessel made for fighting. The Fair Lady can out-run most any ship in either Labyrnna or Holodrum, and Hyrule is too far inland to worry about pirates. Although, yes, there's been talk of picking up more supplies and maybe exchanging our horses for Hylian ones once we make landfall, it's not like we didn't do the same thing with some of them in Holodrum.

"M'lord," The crew man says, his yellow, cracked teeth parting just slightly as he speaks, the gap between opening and closing just slightly as there are no lips or tongue to take attention from it. The crew tends to speak with a somewhat more notable slur than their captain. "Cap'in says we're only a couple 'a hours from the Hylian coast by now. An' that you an' yer men should be gettin' ready ta go ashore if naught by this evenin' then 'morrow mornin'."

"Very well. My men and I will be ready to depart once we reach the mainland." I reply, nodding towards him, and I ignore whatever unease being addressed as a lord might still give me. If I'm going to let myself feel uneasy amongst my own men, then I might as well go home now and not risk appearing in Hylian Court. However, if I don't get off this damned ship soon I'm going to scream. "Does your captain have anything else he'd like to inform me of?"

"Aye, M'lord." The skeleton man replies, clicking his fleshless jaw together once as he nods his head. "T' 'void any problems o'shore, Cap'in says we 'an the Fair Lady'll be out ta' sea as we 'ave in o'er lands ye visited, Highness. We be keepin' an eye out fer a signal from land o'course. Same as always." I nod again as he informs me of this, it's little I haven't heard already, few lands enjoy having a pirate crew moored in their harbors.

"Alright then." I say, "Leave us for now, my companions and I will be ready to eat soon. Give us warning of perhaps an hour before we're ready to land." The once-man nods again before giving me a stiff, unpracticed bow, exiting and shutting the cabin door behind him. This leaves me once again with my two viziers, but I tune them out to think more on my own thoughts than anything else.

The pair of them talk and talk for what seems like hours but probably isn't. The same old topics, the salty food, the cramped quarters, that storm we sailed through several nights past. But there's some new things to say now, or rather, old topics left untouched so long that they seem new. How we'll be welcomed in Hyrule, what the King will think of our convoy, are we prepared, what is there to prepare? And on and on, but still, my mind simply wanders.

"I wonder how that dopey mime's been doing…"


"Is it them, my Lord?" I ask tentatively, watching the horizon as I stand to the side and behind my Liege. The ocean's waves sigh in the pre-dawn hours, the sun only just cresting the mountains to the east of us as we stand facing the south. If I dab at my lips with my tongue, they taste of salt.

The tall masts of a ship have been on the horizon for the quarter of an hour now, steadily drawing nearer. About the time I spotted them, my Liege moved towards our campfire and began to stack it up into a right large blaze. We've camped here only one night, and I am fairly glad to see how prompt the Prince's ship- if it is he's who sails towards us now- is in its arrival.

"Aye." He answers at last, his blue gaze hidden from me before I see a smile tug at the corners of his mouth. He glances towards me from over his shoulder, his cap waving just slightly with both the motion and the sea breeze. "You should start picking up camp, I'll help you in a moment. Leave the fire though, depending on his Majesty's condition, we might be staying here for a while yet."

"At once, my Lord. Although you don't need to worry, there's little enough to pick up." I answer, the first part I must admit, is semi-automated, drilled into myself and each of the other squires of his majesty's court. The explanation I offer to accompany the refusal of aide is something I've learned in my fostering to add on; often my Liege needs a reason not to help.

It takes another half and quarter hours before the white sails of the ship are drawn in, and one can assume the anchor cast. I myself swiftly finish strapping the last of the gear my Liege and I scattered around our small camp to their places in our packs I leave the horses for the most part undisturbed aside from brushing them down a bit and allowing them a few welcome handfuls of oats. I ready the saddles, blankets, and packs anyways, so once my Lord deems us ready to leave, we shall be off within a few minutes.

"There he is…" I glance over towards my Lord where he has remained standing a few feet from the water's edge since he finished with the fire. I add a few more pieces of wood to the blaze myself before resuming my position off behind him. Somehow, despite how still he is, my Lord seems oddly anxious, excited even.

Looking out over the water I can see two long boats rowing ashore. The blue bandanas which I assume belong to the crew are bright in the mid afternoon sun as soon the cries of the oarsmen soon reach my ears over the sigh of the waves. There is little, if any, fanfare, so I can only assume the Prince to be in the first boat coming within range.

"Timothy, take these and step back please." I blink slightly as my Lord reaches around his shoulders, undoing the clasps of his thick cloak before I find the garment, and my Lord's bow and quiver thrust upon me. I don't stumble under the weight as he isn't careless enough to throw them at me, shuffling off back behind the fire and our packs in a semi-obedient manner as I eye him curiously over my burden.

It is about this time that I see movement in the first long boat now within fifty yards of the beach. A man about my Lord's age stands up on the small bow with one black-booted foot resting on the prow. He wears a simple white shirt which billows in the wind, tied at wrists and laced below the throat before tucking into his dark blue britches lined with a red sash. Of course, clothing is not something of great interest, and my eyes soon are brought up to the man's flaming red hair, something unfamiliar to Hyrule.

And then I see his sword.

It happens all so quickly and within the mere blink of an eye, as the hull of the long boat grinds against the shore, the flame-haired man is in the air. I absently hear the hiss of steel over the clatter of my Lord's belongings on the sandy ground beneath me as my Liege's sword flashes in the sunlight. I hear the sharp clanging of steel on steel, like the temple bells in my head, over and over so that I can't tell if I'm simply hearing the echo of the first blow or if their blades are still hitting one another.

My eyes reveal little more to me of the fight really, for I'm too stunned with what's happening. My Lord's blade is a whirlwind of steel, slicing, parrying, jabbing, twisting. Not even in courtyard matches against other knights have I seen his skills flaunted so, I suppose I feel a strong sense of pride well up at this, for this is the same man who teaches me the sword each afternoon. But now, perhaps more than proud I'm intimidated. My Lord is ridiculed for both his lowly birth and his gentle nature, to see him nimbly bending around the Prince's blade, his light feet more tuned to the occasional carefree jig carrying him fancifully in complex patterns with his opponent. It's a startling change. What's more; the Prince is on par with my Lord, blow for blow. I must rethink that analogy of my Lord being more in favor of dancing over swordplay, as I watch the two of them looping circles around the other, it's no less a dance than anything the Great Hall has seen.

This is the stuff of wars right here before me; and I feel suddenly cold just thinking about that. Labrynna has been without a monarch for two hundred years give or take, and thus has been in a state of peaceful anarchy. Could it be that the revival of an ancient bloodline is somehow a threat to our own nation?

News of the Prince's coming was on horrifically short notice. Why, the voyage itself must have taken weeks for him to arrive. And to arrive by ship at all is odd, as Hyrule's coast is shunned for the most part. Only a few meandering trails through the south of the Faron and Kokiri woods lead to the mostly sharp, cliff-faced shorelines of our nation. This one little beach is only several yards across, and the waters dangerous with rocks.

No fanfare, no honor guard, meeting in such a secluded place, the sudden ferocity of my Lord's swordsmanship. This isn't… we haven't been assigned to… Oh gods… Oh, Farore no, don't tell me his Majesty selected my Liege and I to find the Prince and-!

"Ooh… Majesty please be careful, mind the fire…"

This voice just off to my right, completely and utterly unmans me if only for just the briefest moment. I'm so captured by my thoughts of this hideous deed my Lord has been selected to fulfill that I let out a boyish shriek and jump nearly out of my skin.

"Aah!! …Oh, goodness me, boy! You scared me!" My cheeks flush, no, my entire face bursts aflame as I suddenly return to the here and now, still hearing the echo of the swordfight, and feeling the haunting chill of my conclusion, but paying attention again.

I find myself staring wide-eyed at a man who's face I first think is a mask carved of smooth, pale wood, as his expression is one of abashed shyness and only changes in the slightest when he tilts his head to the side to look at me oddly before he bends down. I don't know what he's doing until he straightens back up with the thick green of my Lord's cloak, and dusts some of the sand off of it. To be honest, as I notice the frailness of his thin, willowy hands and arms, I'm surprised he can even lift the garment to give it back to me. I dropped it when the swords came out…

"My Lord! Oh, Nayru! Majesty! By Din! My Lord! Look out! Oh dear! AH!!" I glance around hurriedly to find the source of the voice, my eyes swiftly finding a small man in a modest townsman's attire squeaking anxiously off to the side of the whirlwind fight. He seems to embody the panic I'm trying to force back down, his thin hair flopping and messing itself as he reminds me instantly of a chipmunk. A frightened, jittery chipmunk…

"W-Who are you?" I croak, snatching the cloak back and grabbing the bow and quiver before his reedy fingers can take them too. Part of my mind reprimands me for acting so skittish.

"We? Oh, yes yes, I am Ferran, a Merchant and advisor of his Majesty Prince Ralphael." I would say that the man's response is polished, but to be frank I could have done better. His voice lacks the velvet tones of a practiced vizier such as those present within His Majesty's court, and he words things to simply, calling himself only, 'a Merchant'. To be honest, this jolts me back into a proper state of mind again, and I regain a few scraps of my composure.

"Oh no! My Lord! EGAD!!"

"-And that would be Percy, Mayor of Lynna City and another of our Prince's Advisors." I look between this thin man and his panicking counterpart for a moment, admittedly confused and lost right now. And then at last I find myself once again staring at our two lords battling one another. Actually, I look back in time only to cry out in time with one of the Viziers as the fighting abruptly ends. One final clash of swords goes askew, and I watch it happen as though the world momentarily slows for me.

I don't quite know how they were coming at one another, but my Lord's foot slipped on a patch of loose gravel and finally I understand; they're sparring. Otherwise they'd both be dead as my Lord's blade slides towards his opponent's throat, and is nearly impaled on the Prince's blade in return. Instead, they both jerk their arms, and a terrifying moment later, I watch the fire-haired prince tentatively touch the shallow gash across the left side of his jaw, and my Lord tumbles backwards in a heap fingering the tear in his tunic's side. They just sit and stand like that for a moment before I notice my Liege's lips moving soundlessly before he stands, sunlight reflecting off of the chain mail exposed in the finger-width slash.

"I won." There's a hiss of steel before the prince's long- and now I notice, slightly curved- blade is returned to its sheath at his hip and he extends one hand towards my Lord to help him up.

"On a technicality." Is my Lord's simple reply, "Technically I drew first blood." Their conversation leaves me breathless, and I feel light headed as my Lord's blade slips back into the scabbard across his back with a clatter and he dusts himself off.

"Why you-! You're wearing armor!" Is the heated; perhaps even spiteful reply. Dimly, I notice that the second boat was carrying lightly armored guards, less than a half dozen… who look more like peasants given swords and have no idea how to use them. I take a moment and find myself staring as one of them seems to be wearing a pot on his head… As well, the Prince's coloring doesn't seem to be so uncommon in Labrynna, as at least one or two others have rusty hair poking out from under their ruddy armor, but none so vibrant as their lord's. The long boats returned to the ship a while ago, but now I see them coming back loaded with a number of very unhappy and very skittish horses… something seems odd about the crew…

"How long do you think you guys'll need before you can ride decently?" I hear my Lord question, and the Prince seems to mull over this for a short time before looking to the sky. I notice then that he's also taken a seat at our fire, and is dabbing at his jaw with his sleeve. Mechanically I make my way towards the saddle bags and rummage around for the first aid kit. It doesn't look like it'll need stitches.

"An hour perhaps, we've been canned up in there for a while, Link." I notice how relaxed the tone suddenly seems to be, it was charged with the fighting, lined with panic with the shouts from the mayor… speaking of whom, I glance over to see Farran, the merchant, bent over the poor man now where he's laying stone cold in the sand. I can assume he fainted at the sight of his lord's blood. "Horses need to limber up, and you had me running in to many circles…"

"Shall I set out the bedrolls and try to find us our dinner, M'lord?" I ask, although it's out of place. My Liege seems surprised to hear me speak and glances towards me as I come up to them. I bow to the Prince before gesturing to the small container of balm in my hand. His expression contorts into one of unpleasantness before he looks towards my Lord with a single word.

"Squire?" Oddly enough, I bristle at the comment, he makes it sound as though I'm an annoyance! I feel an immediate sense of dislike from this, which compounds with my earlier apprehensions from when he leapt at my Lord from the boat…

"Ah, yes, Ralph, this it Timothy, my squire. Don't make that face, he's a good kid, and higher born than me, y'know." My Lord gives a rueful grin as he says that, and I lock my knees to keep from shuffling my feet before he nods to me. "Good idea, we'll camp the night then, it'll just help Castle Town prepare something even more flamboyant for His Royal Majesty." I look back to the Prince as I feel a tug at my hands and he takes the balm from me, he looks dejected.

"The whole point of this was to avoid pomp and fuss…" He sounds as though he's whining, he really does! Opening the balm, I watch him take a small amount on one finger and begin to apply it to the wound himself; it's already clotting anyways, nothing serious as I'd thought. "Hell, why else would I want you to come of all people? Last thing I wanted was to land in the midst of a carnival that'd go silent the moment I hit the beach… Thanks." I blink, again, in surprise as the balm is handed back to me with the curtsey. I'm slowly beginning to understand my Lord's excitement at seeing this Prince again. Already I can surmise that they know one another from some sort of adventure on my Lord's part, but more importantly they both seem to be insanely uncomfortable with ceremony and etiquette. I suppose one could say they act as they are; commonly born.

"And why camp the night? We should get a few hours ride in before nightfall, Link." I blink slightly and look to my Lord for the explanation. It seems odd to me that the Prince should have to ask such a simple question. My Lord looks to the Prince with that twinkle in his eye that lets those around him know that he knows something they don't, but want to.

"Welcome to Hyrule, Ralph." Is his simply replies. "While you're here I'll sneak you out of the castle for a midnight ride, and you can see how fun it is here."

"Hmph. I demand to be taken to dinner first! I am Royal you know, you won't get me alone that easily." I look between them once again, confused as I can hear what they're saying, but with the twinkle in my Lord's eye and the sudden flare the Prince added to his words, puffing out his chest and such when he declared his position, I think I'm missing a key part of things…

"You go now, Timothy, I can set things up for cooking, just make sure you watch the sun. We might need about two or three rabbits tonight though." I nod as I'm given my task for the evening, although I dislike the idea of my Lord having to prepare things for the Prince like a servant, I am quick to leave the odd camp site a few moments later with a sling and a few choice stones. Most boys my age choose the bow since they're old enough now, but my Lord can be frugal sometimes, especially with arrows. When I first came into his service and showed my none-existant skills with the sling, he even went so far as to sneak me out and away from chores just to make me practice.

I watch the sun closely as I hunt through the thick southern reaches of the Kokiri and Faron woods, and am pleased with my rabbit and pheasant as I make my way back.

To my utter horror, I return to see the Prince Ralph and my Lord Link bickering over the campfire blaming one another for collapsing the metal spits into the flames, now completely unusable.