A/N: Here's the 3rd chapter! I hope you like. I'm having a
bit of trouble with the next chapter- Numair's being a pain. He just won't talk
Numair-ish. If anyone thinks that they might be able to help e-mail me at
Chapter 3: What now?
It had been 4 days since Krissy had arrived. Kel had never been so exhausted. At this very moment she was slumped in a chair while the others waited for her to catch her breath. After Krissy had burst into Kel's maths class last Tuesday there had been absolute chaos. The King had given Krissy the room next to Kel's. He had also given his permission for Krissy to train with the rest of the pages and squires, at the time he had been looking rather nervous about something and Krissy had been glaring at him rather hard. That had seemed to be his day for giving things as he had also given Kel orders to 'look after' Krissy.
"Well, where is she now?" Cleon asked her.
"In her rooms. Ever since Joren made that remark about her never getting home. I sneaked my head round the door earlier and she was punching a pillow. Hard." Kel replied. Kel though of Joren's actual remark of "I bet you never get home, and then you'll have to stay here and live. I assume you'll be working as a prostitute. I don't see what else you could be." And wondered which part Krissy was upset about.
" Knowing how Krissy fights I'm sure it's dead by now." Owen said grinning. "Well it's true." He protested as Kel gave him a wry glance.
The first day Krissy had come with them to practice Kel had been worried about how she'd fair. She needn't have been. Krissy's fighting technique was, original, to say the best. When she had fought Hakuin Seastone she had, how had she put it 'kicked his butt!' However you put it, she had used some moves that would of made the King of thieves himself envious.
Despite how good she was at unarmed combat, at weapons she was about as much use as a horse in the middle of the ocean. She said so herself. The only weapons she would bother with were daggers and staffs. The rest of the weapons training time she went over the unarmed combat drills and ignored The Stumps orders.
" Do you think she'll come later?" Neal replied
"Maybe. I hope so, she's good at homework."
Krissy was also incredibly intelligent. She knew all the answers in Master Ivor's lessons and most of hem in the others. Even the Tactics and Strategy class Kel went to on Sunday evenings. In fact the only lessons she struggled with were Tortallion Law and History, for obvious reasons since she'd only ever heard of Tortall 4 days ago. In those lessons she listened attentively and made even more sarcastic remarks questioning the point of half the rules. She was eager to learn, she already had Faleron giving her extra lessons each night. Oh yes, and etiquette with Master Oakbridge. She really needed to work on those. Kel cringed as she remembered yesterday's lesson.
"What's up, Kel?" Neal asked as he saw her cringe.
" Oh, I was just remembering yesterdays etiquette lesson." Kel replied.
"You mean when Krissy told Master Oakbridge that I quote-"respect has to be earned and I don't see why I should have to waste my time learning to be respectful towards a bunch of old sexists pigs who only got their title cause their mother happened to pick the right guy to have pre-marital sex with." Faleron said flatly, with an innocent look on his face that didn't fool anyone.
"Yeah that was hilarious! You should've seen his face!" Seaver replied.
Just then the library door swung open and Krissy walked in. She was wearing trousers of a funny blue material called 'denim' (A/N: Do they have denim in Tortall?) They were frayed around the edges and had metal studs down the sides. She was once again wearing her 'dragon boots'. Today she was wearing a slightly less revealing black top, which said 'Suicide' in bold white letters across the front, covered by her bomber jacket. By now the guys were used to Krissy's clothes, which all seemed to be skintight.
" Hey Krissy," Fal said, "How're you doing?"
Krissy ignored him as she pulled up a chair.
"Hey Krissy, I know you're upset but that's no reason to ignore me. Come on we've gotta have our lesson." He said looking kinda more upset than you would of expected.
Krissy, who hadn't said a word yet, frowned. She reached to her ears and pulled something black from each ear.
"What?" she said "Fal are you o.k.? You look kinda upset."
Everyone stared at her.
"Didn't you hear what he said?" Owen asked.
"He said something? Oh, soz Fal. I had my walkman on full blast. Couldn't hear a thing you were saying." She replied.
They stared at her.
"For Christ's sake! Enough already! I hate it when you stare!" Krissy snapped, she looked about ready to storm off again. " Take a goddamned photo will you! It'll last longer!" and with that stood up to walk out.
"Wait!" Kel said, "we didn't mean to upset you."
" I'm not upset I'm pissed off!" Krissy yelled.
"Okay, sorry we 'pissed you off'. We just have no clue what you said." Kel replied calmly.
"Yeah sell us a clue will ya." Owen said trying out the phrase Krissy had taught him yesterday.
Then it was Krissy's turn to stare. "You're telling me that the 'mighty Tortal' hasn't invented walkmans yet?" she asked incredulously. "Oh God, am I gonna have fun with this!" Then surprising them all she jumped up and ran out of the door, her purple hair streaming behind her. She glanced back over one shoulder and yelled, " I'll be back!"
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