Chapter 4:The Rogue
The walk was very long and cold, she pulled the cloak Kally gave closer over her shoulders. Finally, after a long, lonely walk, she came upon a sign, THE DANCING DOVE. She took a deep breath and walked in.
"Where can I get a room?" she asked the closest barmaid.
"A room ye say? Ask 'im, 'e'll tell you where t' find 'un." She motioned to a man at the table.
"Excuse me, can I please get a room?" She asked him quietly.
"Yeah, sure. Come with me," He showed her to a nice room upstairs. It had a beautiful dresser and bed, unlike any at home.
"Thank you very much, err how much is it?"
"2 gold pieces,"
"Here you go," she said handing him the money. As he left, she turned around to look in the mirror and gasped, her beautiful dress was filthy and torn and her hair was totally screwed up. She changed into her street clothes. Chloe did the best she could with her hair, and looked at her dress. "I guess I could ask them to wash it," she said aloud. A knock on the door made her jump. She walked carefully to the door, forgetting her clothes, and opened it to see a boy holding a tray full of food.
"Here's yer food," he said, then stopped and stared, "Where'd ye get yer clothes? Their, different."
"Um, nowhere special." Chloe answered, hiding behind the door. He's cute, she thought. The boy was well built, had brown hair that was cropped short, and had a kind face. "Thanx for the food, um-"
"Marcus, Marc,"
"Chloe,"
"Yea, well see ye 'round." he said and turned and walked away.
"I hope so," muttered, turning into her room and chewing on a piece of bread. She looked at her dress, I need someone to trust, she thought and sighed, I need someone to wash this. She threw on her cloak, which also was well worn from her trip, and asked a passing maid direction to the laundry. The maid took her dress and shook her head.
"Such a pretty dress, you should've changed before you walked here in it," she said.
Chloe blushed, "Can you do the best you can?"
"I'll try, darlin'" and she walked away,
Chloe walked outside, it was dark out, so not many people would see her in her out of town clothes. She walked out and stared into the night sky.
"Beautiful night isn't it?"
Chloe turned to see Marc. "Yea, I never see nights this clear back home,"
Marc looked at her, "Home?"
"Uh, yes, I'm just passing through,"
He looked disappointed, "Oh. Where is 'home'"
Chloe thought for a minute, then answered, "Nowhere special," hoping that he wouldn't ask more.
As if he heard her thoughts, he said, "I gotta go inside now, it's getting late."
"Me too," Chloe said relieved, and a little disappointed, I wish I could open up to him, she thought.
The two walked in and Chloe walked up to her room. She sat on her bed, and looked around her room. I need some music, she thought. And pulled out her Discman. Listening for a while, she got up and started dancing around the room. Pretty soon she was singing, " All for love, baby. Girl what I do, I do it for you . . . I'll go anything, or go anywhere to show the whole wide world that I care . . . " She was so busy singing, she didn't hear when Marc knocked on the door, nor did she hear when he called her name, or when he walked in and saw her dancing and singing to O-Town. (Ashley, sigh) She did notice him while she was spinning and happened to face in the direction of the door.
"Uh oh," Chloe stopped and looked down, her Discman kept going, And she's so fine, designed to blow your mind, she's a dominat-' until she turned it off. "Hi, Marc, um, you're probably wondering why I'm dressed in a monkey shirt and khakis and listening to music on a Discman.
"I-I guess so, " he stammered, "If that's what you call it."
"Yea, well, you might wanna sit down, 'cause this will shock you, a lot." He sat on the bed and looked at her expectantly.
"I-well, I'm from another world. Joren and the other guys from the castle brought me here on the busiest day of the week, and they don't know how to get me back. I was at the castle with Kel, til his Highness out with Kally and then they sort of got suspicious and I had to leave, which brought me here, to the Dancing Dove. I read a lot about this place. Does George come by often? I would love to meet him and Alanna," she looked at Marc and saw a bit of a freaked child look, and then it was covered by a look of mischief, of understanding, and of interest.
"So. Ye're from another world, another world where people dress like that and listen to music on Discmans. Can I listen?"
"Sure, here." Chloe put the headphones on his ears and pressed the play button. " . . .Posters of love surrounding me, lost in a world of fantasy, every night she comes to me and gives me all the love I need . . . "
"This is great!" exclaimed Marc.
"Yea, great," Chloe said, glumly.
"You miss home, don't you?" he asked, turning off the Discman and turning to her.
"'Course, wouldn't you?"
"Yea I guess." He thought for a moment, then said "I have a surprise for you, but it'll have to wait, because we have to take a horse. How soon can you pack?"
Chloe looked at her bag and pointed to it. "Already done. I never unpacked since I didn't plan on staying long."
"Good, we'll leave tomorrow morning at dawn, be ready. I'll have a maid come and wake you up." With that, he left, leaving her to look at the closed door.
The next morning, she was quite tired, but still managed to wake up and get dressed in time for the horse ride. They shared a horse, since Chloe was pretty light. The ride was pretty uneventful, they only stopped once to have lunch, and before she knew it, it was dark and she was asleep on Marc's shoulder.
The walk was very long and cold, she pulled the cloak Kally gave closer over her shoulders. Finally, after a long, lonely walk, she came upon a sign, THE DANCING DOVE. She took a deep breath and walked in.
"Where can I get a room?" she asked the closest barmaid.
"A room ye say? Ask 'im, 'e'll tell you where t' find 'un." She motioned to a man at the table.
"Excuse me, can I please get a room?" She asked him quietly.
"Yeah, sure. Come with me," He showed her to a nice room upstairs. It had a beautiful dresser and bed, unlike any at home.
"Thank you very much, err how much is it?"
"2 gold pieces,"
"Here you go," she said handing him the money. As he left, she turned around to look in the mirror and gasped, her beautiful dress was filthy and torn and her hair was totally screwed up. She changed into her street clothes. Chloe did the best she could with her hair, and looked at her dress. "I guess I could ask them to wash it," she said aloud. A knock on the door made her jump. She walked carefully to the door, forgetting her clothes, and opened it to see a boy holding a tray full of food.
"Here's yer food," he said, then stopped and stared, "Where'd ye get yer clothes? Their, different."
"Um, nowhere special." Chloe answered, hiding behind the door. He's cute, she thought. The boy was well built, had brown hair that was cropped short, and had a kind face. "Thanx for the food, um-"
"Marcus, Marc,"
"Chloe,"
"Yea, well see ye 'round." he said and turned and walked away.
"I hope so," muttered, turning into her room and chewing on a piece of bread. She looked at her dress, I need someone to trust, she thought and sighed, I need someone to wash this. She threw on her cloak, which also was well worn from her trip, and asked a passing maid direction to the laundry. The maid took her dress and shook her head.
"Such a pretty dress, you should've changed before you walked here in it," she said.
Chloe blushed, "Can you do the best you can?"
"I'll try, darlin'" and she walked away,
Chloe walked outside, it was dark out, so not many people would see her in her out of town clothes. She walked out and stared into the night sky.
"Beautiful night isn't it?"
Chloe turned to see Marc. "Yea, I never see nights this clear back home,"
Marc looked at her, "Home?"
"Uh, yes, I'm just passing through,"
He looked disappointed, "Oh. Where is 'home'"
Chloe thought for a minute, then answered, "Nowhere special," hoping that he wouldn't ask more.
As if he heard her thoughts, he said, "I gotta go inside now, it's getting late."
"Me too," Chloe said relieved, and a little disappointed, I wish I could open up to him, she thought.
The two walked in and Chloe walked up to her room. She sat on her bed, and looked around her room. I need some music, she thought. And pulled out her Discman. Listening for a while, she got up and started dancing around the room. Pretty soon she was singing, " All for love, baby. Girl what I do, I do it for you . . . I'll go anything, or go anywhere to show the whole wide world that I care . . . " She was so busy singing, she didn't hear when Marc knocked on the door, nor did she hear when he called her name, or when he walked in and saw her dancing and singing to O-Town. (Ashley, sigh) She did notice him while she was spinning and happened to face in the direction of the door.
"Uh oh," Chloe stopped and looked down, her Discman kept going, And she's so fine, designed to blow your mind, she's a dominat-' until she turned it off. "Hi, Marc, um, you're probably wondering why I'm dressed in a monkey shirt and khakis and listening to music on a Discman.
"I-I guess so, " he stammered, "If that's what you call it."
"Yea, well, you might wanna sit down, 'cause this will shock you, a lot." He sat on the bed and looked at her expectantly.
"I-well, I'm from another world. Joren and the other guys from the castle brought me here on the busiest day of the week, and they don't know how to get me back. I was at the castle with Kel, til his Highness out with Kally and then they sort of got suspicious and I had to leave, which brought me here, to the Dancing Dove. I read a lot about this place. Does George come by often? I would love to meet him and Alanna," she looked at Marc and saw a bit of a freaked child look, and then it was covered by a look of mischief, of understanding, and of interest.
"So. Ye're from another world, another world where people dress like that and listen to music on Discmans. Can I listen?"
"Sure, here." Chloe put the headphones on his ears and pressed the play button. " . . .Posters of love surrounding me, lost in a world of fantasy, every night she comes to me and gives me all the love I need . . . "
"This is great!" exclaimed Marc.
"Yea, great," Chloe said, glumly.
"You miss home, don't you?" he asked, turning off the Discman and turning to her.
"'Course, wouldn't you?"
"Yea I guess." He thought for a moment, then said "I have a surprise for you, but it'll have to wait, because we have to take a horse. How soon can you pack?"
Chloe looked at her bag and pointed to it. "Already done. I never unpacked since I didn't plan on staying long."
"Good, we'll leave tomorrow morning at dawn, be ready. I'll have a maid come and wake you up." With that, he left, leaving her to look at the closed door.
The next morning, she was quite tired, but still managed to wake up and get dressed in time for the horse ride. They shared a horse, since Chloe was pretty light. The ride was pretty uneventful, they only stopped once to have lunch, and before she knew it, it was dark and she was asleep on Marc's shoulder.