Now, as I said,
I've traveled the land. Throughout my moving, I've encountered many extraordinary
tales, and for a while I thought nobody could surprise me. But, I tell
you now, that I was dreadfully wrong. For, not so long ago, I happened
to come across a rather unusual yarn. Sit down, traveler, and hear what
I have to say.
It was a
lone autumn day, about a week before Autumn Harvest, and I was just leaving
Togatic. Cheery little town, but too small for my taste. I know, some folks
love the quaintness, and so does a bard. But, tiny towns tend to be a bad
place for our kind. If you stay too long and get too well-known, you sort
of peeter down to nothing, because everyone's heard your voice and it isn't
special anymore.
As I was
saying, I was just leaving, and the day was clear. Why, there wasn't a
breeze blowing, and the clouds were just about gone. The sun was high,
and I was in a good mood; anxious to get to the next town and all. The
road was broad, worn out by countless carts tugged by oxen, but surprisingly,
no one was traveling today. Not that it mattered. I wanted a little peace
and quiet so I could relax and rest my voice. As I continued my walk, I
was no more then 30 paces outside Togatic, when I noticed an old woman
seated beneath a huge tree.
At first, I thought
she was an almsnatcher, you know, one of those beggars that likes to disguise
as helpless elders, then robs you for all you've got. But, as I approached,
intending to pass her up, I looked at her face and saw it said otherwise.
You couldn't tell from her attire, but she had a regal air to her, as though
she were once a ruler, and from the dignified way she held herself, I knew
she was used to the well-to-do life. As I stopped, she stood up and bowed
in the traditional acknowledgement.
" Good sir, would
you be so kind as to spare any news you have of Peonyflower?"
I shook my head
sullenly. Peonyflower was a large city-state, controlled by the even larger
Chorvala province.
" No, good woman,
I can not, for I have not been to Peonyflower in quite some time."
She turned to
go. I continued.
" However, since
we are so close, I think it would be of little trouble to go there and
find out."
Her face went
white with shock.
" Good sir, do
you jest? Peonyflower is more then 6 days travel, is it not?"
" No, kind woman,"
I laughed, " You are currently standing outside Togatic. Peonyflower is
merely a day's trip from whence we stand."
My information
must have been overwhelming, for she sat back down heavily.
" My sense of
direction has declined," She laughed harshly, " Or, perhaps, deep down,
I wished to return."
" Lady, if it
does not offend, could you possibly relate to me your story?"
" Story?"
" From your speech,
I gather you must have had many an undertaking in your lifetime…" I could
use a new tale to tell, I told myself.
" I don't know…it
doesn't seem right…."
Her puzzling
answer did little to satiate my curiosity. I pushed further.
" Who do you
speak of, good woman?"
" No one…"
" Please, kind
woman, do not leave me in suspense."
" Ah, but is
that not what you've done many a night?"
I realized she
was implying me, as a bard.
" Oh, no," I
laughed playfully, " I am an honest bard. My tales are told that night,
and that night alone."
She laughed.
" You are a spry
young man! Much like…"
She stopped.
" Oh, but that's
silly," She spoke softly to herself, then more briskly, " Very well. Sit
down, young one. I will relate to you the tale of my life."
I sat back against
the trunk of the tree, and listened as the woman began to weave her yarn.
In my mind, I saw her not as she was now, but what she'd been…so many years
ago…
*** The Olde Woman's Narrative***
I was not
always as you see me now. Once, I belonged to the great Chorvala house.
My father was the most powerful of men, ruling over 7 city-states, inside
our province, and surrounded by 4 smaller provinces that constantly waged
war.
The Princes of these provinces
were not at all pleased with my father, or Chorvala. Our territory was
a barricade for their attack on the others, and it didn't help that my
father remained a neutral barrier. It worried my father greatly that he
had no heir, because there was constant talk of annexing his region after
his passing. Then, one day, my mother fell slightly ill. This brought my
father much panic, for she was the light of his world, and without her
he would not be who he was. He was also hoping she would bear him a child.
Soon, thankfully, she recovered, and everything went back to normal, until
one day…
" Oh, Nellie.
I don't know what's come over me."
" Hush, everything'll
be just fine, milady."
The Princess
looked down at herself. For weeks, she'd been growing fatter and fatter,
and she didn't know why. Her lady-in-waiting, a girl no older then her,
tried to remain calm for her mistress.
" Oh, Nellie,
what am I to do?"
Suddenly, there
was a knock at the door. Immediately, a servant's voice emanated from the
entrance of her room.
" Milady, I've
brought the nurse to see you. She says she can help."
" Send her in,
please."
There was a scuffling,
and a plump old woman waddled in mumbling, and fluffing through the things
in her basket. She was not in the room 4 steps, when she gasped. This scared
the queen.
" What is it?!
Am I going to survive?"
" Oh, milady,
you've nothing to worry about."
" What do you
mean?"
" Milady, you're
not suffering. In fact, I would believe you have been blessed."
" What's that?"
" Oh, milady,
is it not obvious? You're going to have a baby."
My mother
had fainted dead away when she'd heard. Both the nurse and the lady-in-waiting
had to carry her to the bed so as not to harm the babe. She was still shocked,
when the Prince returned and was informed. He was ecstatic.
The night
I was born, everything in the house was still. Though, watching the birth
of a new child was against the laws of our country, except for the midwives
and maids, you could still hear the commotion throughout the house.
The Princess
face was wreathed in pain. Her lady-in-waiting stood by her side, trying
to sooth her, and the midwife murmurred reassurances.
" That's it,
milady."
All was silent
throughout the house, and everyone waited, holding their breaths. Suddenly,
an ear-splitting wail set up. Fear…who was it that cried? Suddenly, the
midwife was out in the corridors, carrying a small bundle in her arms.
" It's a girl!
Her Grace has born a girl!"
" An heir!"
The servants
cheered shortly, then returned to their work, murmurring as they went.
Meanwhile, the Princess lay against her bed heaving with the effort, hair
limp and wet, nightgown much similar. She motioned for them to bring her
the baby, and looking down she smiled.
" Lovely…"
With light curls
of auburn brown, and bright green eyes, it was clear she was an intelligent
neborn.
From then
on, I was the treasure of the Province. For the next 15 years, I was taught
the ways of Chorvala, and drilled into the etiquettes of our region, until
the day of my fifteenth birthday. Now, normally, my birthday was a small
gathering of friends and family, but this was a special day. It heralded
my transition from girl to woman, and that I was ready to be married. So,
of course, my mother wanted it to be a splendid ball…one to be remembered…
" Sakura!"
" Coming!"
Sakura's grown
quite a bit from when she was a babe. Her infant adorableness has now matured
into feminine beauty. She swirled around in her beautiful dress of yellow
satin, as her lady-in-waiting, an old woman named Marie, looked on.
" It looks lovely,
milady. Just a few alterations to match the times."
" Oh, I'm so
excited! Dancing, and laughing…"
" Sakura, please!
Hold still, or I might stick you!"
Sakura quieted,
and stood stock still as the woman fixed her bodice, rounding out the sides
of the collar and tapering in down so it came to a point. After looking
over her work, Marie carefully began to check the hem of the gown.
" Oh, you've
grown so much since the last time. Well, save me from having to size down
your dresses."
" Marie!" The
old woman cackled as Sakura blushed. True, her figure had matured a little.
After she was
sure the hem was fixed to perfection, Marie gave her work a once over,
before giving Sakura a little shove to the door.
" Come now, milady,
why don't you go help your father welcome the guests."
*** Guests
I was so
excited. This was going to be the grandest ball ever, lasting from noon
to midnight, and every eligible Lord and Lady was invited along with their
eldest child. My mother was in a last minute flurry, assisting in watching
the servants hang the decorations, and furnish the tables.
" No, no! That
tapestry just will not do!"
" But, milady,
this is the one used…"
" This is Sakura's
fifteenth birthday! I will not have anything amiss. Now," She waved her
hand dismissively, " Take it away!"
The manservant
scratched his head, then called for assistance as he dragged the heavy
drapings away.
" Mother!"
" Sakura!"
The Princess
approached her daughter, and hugged her, before producing a fine necklace
in front of her. A tiny gasp escaped Sakura as she looked at it. The pendant
was simple, a young rose that was slightly open and made of the finest
onyx.
" The black rose!"
" Yes. A gift
from your father and I. To herald your entrance, into the wonders of womanhood."
" And the pleasures!"
The Princess
glared at her lady in waiting, who was now almost 27 years. Nellie only
grinned mischieviously. Sakura's mother turned back to her daughter and
motioned her towards the gardens.
" Go, and relax
now. There will soon be too much commotion."
Sakura hurried
towards the gardens, stopping at the entrance. It was over-run with weeds
near the edges, but the inner square was untouched, as it was completely
made of marble. In the center, was a beautiful fountain, with water gently
splashing out of several pots held by tiny cherubs. She sat down carefully
by the edge, toying with the necklace. The sun shone brightly, and everything
was quiet. As her fingers examined every inch of her little jewel, something
caught her eye in the brush. It was shaking, and as she turned, something
flashed by her eyes. SNAP! With a crack, the chain of her necklace broke,
and with a plop, the onyx rose fell into the murky basin of the fountain.
" Noooo!!!"
Sakura watched
as the little sparrow whizzed by. She tossed the broken chain aside, and
peered down into the dark waters. The pendant glistened…so close and yet
so far.
Tears threatened
to break, but she calmed herself, and promised to come back after the banquet
to fetch her little flower. Carefully, she made her way out of the gardens,
and back to the front entrance, where her father had started to welcome
the guests.
" Sakura!"
Sakura spotted
her father, and stepped forward as he motioned to her. A man stood in front
of him, and beside him a boy about her age.
" Sakura, may
I introduce the Lord of Peonyflower, and his eldest son. Syaoran, this
is Sakura, my daughter."
Sakura forced
a greeting, but found that the boy would not answer. She took a disliking
to him immediately, as he glared at her with cold eyes, and disdain. She
looked questioningly to her father. Unfortunately, he didn't seem to notice.
" Sakura, I must
attend to the other guests, and I have to speak with Syaoran's father,
so why don't you show Syaoran around?"
Sakura turned
in disbelief, and would have argued, but her father gave her a warning
look. She turned, and motioned for Syaoran to follow her. Starting with
the rooms, she worked her way around the mansion, until they were at the
last of the house, the gardens. At first, she'd been nervous, pointing
everything out rather rigidly, but after a while, when she realized he
was listening, she relaxed and seemed to ease into the role. Sakura made
certain, to avoid the little fountain in the center, concentrating mainly
on the flowers.
" And that one
over there is a…"
" What's that?"
This was the
first time in 1 hour he'd spoken. Sakura looked in the direction Syaoran
pointed. It was the fountain.
" Oh that?" She
fiddled nervously with her dress, " Just an old granite fountain. Nothing
all that interesting."
Syaoran watched
her eyes carefully, noticing the way she dismissed the very center of the
garden's attractions. He walked slowly in its direction, and pushed the
subject a little further.
" It's very pretty…"
" Yeah…" She
agreed, " Not as pretty as…"
Sakura caught
herself just in time. Seeing Syaoran still looking at the water and the
fountain, she walked over and pulled his arm slightly.
" Let's get back
inside."
" If that's what
you wish."
She was surprised
at his mannerism - so polite for his face, but shook her uneasiness
off. With a last glance back at the fountain, she quickly returned to the
front entrance. Syaoran followed a pace behind.
More guests had
arrived, and Sakura immediately rushed to the one she knew the best; Syaoran
forgotten.
" Tomoyo, I'm
so glad you could make it!"
" Sakura!"
They embraced
briefly, before Tomoyo waved for Sakura to move closer.
" Sakura, I just
wanted to warn you about a rumor I heard."
" What's that?"
" The Prince
of Hatoma Province is paying a visit…I heard him talking last time when
he visited us…"
" He went to
IvyStand?"
" Yes. And you
know what? He's bringing his son here."
" ROBERT?!!!!"
Sakura shrieked.
Tomoyo hushed her fearful friend; luckily there was too much noise already
for anyone to notice.
" Yes."
" Oh. I don't
think I can bear him another…"
" Well, watch
out."
" Why?"
" No…its too
horrible…Forgive me…I'm sorry I brought it up."
" What?"
" Well, you see
that boy over there?"
" Who?"
" The one that
just came in from your garden?"
" Oh, you mean
Syaoran? Yes, I do."
" Well, you ever
wonder why he's so solitary?"
" Not really."
" Sakura!"
" Well, I think
its an inbred thing."
" Shame on you!
Haven't you heard?"
" No."
" He isn't the
eldest."
" But, my father
invited the eldest…"
" The eldest
ELIGIBLE heir."
" …You don't
mean…"
" He originally
wasn't suppose to be here. His sister was."
" Well, why didn't
she come?"
Tomoyo hesitated.
" Well…"
" Well? Are you
going to tell me, or leave me hanging like a gasping cod?"
" She had to
leave the family in disgrace."
" Whatever for?"
" Because she
and Robert…had an affair."
" No!"
" Yes, and during
it…Robert managed to get her…"
" So…that's why…"
" The family
refuses to acknowledge her, and her sisters and brothers are heartbroken…"
" Oh, that's
dreadful."
Sakura felt guilt
overwhelm her.
" He must think
me awful…"
" Who?"
" Never mind.
Please excuse me."
Sakura walked
slowly over to Syaoran, who stood off to the side deep in thought. She
forced a smile, but his eyes merely inquired as to why she was there. She
began to apologize…
" I'm really
sorry, for the way I acted when we first met…you see…its just…I recently…"
She hesitated,
trying to decide if she should tell him about the necklace incident or
not…He noticed, and nodded curtly, stopping her short.
" It's all right.
I could see you didn't look to happy when you came in."
They were silent
for a while.
" The musicians
are tuning their instruments."
" Hmm." Was her
only reply.
" Would you care
to dance?"
" Me?" After
what how she'd acted? This boy really was nothing like he seemed...
" Of course.
Who else would I be addressing?"
She was about
to answer, when an arm encircled her waist, and spun her around, putting
her face to face with…
" Robert?!!!"
" The one and
only."
Sakura was expressionless,
trying to hide her disgust. Syaoran's face darkened as he saw Robert, and
he turned to leave. Fearing to be left alone with Robert, she turned in
his grasp and called.
" G-good sir,
were you not inquiring of a dance?"
" Oh, Sakura,"
Robert tsked, "You don't want to dance with such low-breeds."
Syaoran continued to walk on. Pulling
herself from Robert's grasp, she followed Syaoran a short distance before
he turned.
" Come on, Sakura, dance with
me." Robert insisted.
Robert grasped
her hand again, and without much thought, fear registered.
Syaoran, picking
up her pleading look, addressed Robert.
" Please excuse
me, sir. But, I believe the lady has reserved her next dance…for me."
Syaoran stood
waiting, and Sakura slipped out of the mumbling Robert's hand and slipped
her arm into Syaoran's, who escorted her to the ballroom. Her heart was
racing, as she thought of the narrow escape she'd just made. They stood
in position.
" Thank you."
" For, what?"
" Getting me
out…"
" The pleasure
is all mine."
The two partners were silent as
music filled the air.
They danced for nearly an hour,
mostly because Sakura didn't want to run into Robert, when a servant entered
from atop the staircase in the center of far wall.
" The Prince
has announced that the banquet is to begin. Please step forward as I call
your name. The first family shall follow the Chorvalan royal family."
Sakura hurried
to her mother's side, and waited as the guests lined up. First came the
Lords and Ladies under Chorvala Province rule.
" The Lord and
Lady of Peonyflower, and their son, Syaoran; the Lord and Lady of Meliyao,
and their daughter, Cherese…"
It continued
down the line: Jaio, Catrech, Keppefield, Laurencu, and Fablica.
Then came the
visitors from outside Chorvala province: The Prince and Princess of Hatoma
Province, and their son Robert; the Prince and Princess of Ivystand Province,
and their daughter Tomoyo; and last, the Lord of Mitchellstone and his
daughter, Lagopha. Once all were clear on the ranks, the seating began.
The tables were set so that one side had twice as many seats as the other.
This was so the parents were both able to be seated in front of their child
– who sat opposite. Sakura sat at the front side of the table, with Syaoran
beside her, followed by the Cherese…and so on.
Syaoran went
over the schedule in his mind: for two hours, the guests were allowed to
talk, getting to know the guests beside them. Then, the banquet, followed
by dessert. Then more dancing, until midnight, when the guests were ready
to leave.
He turned, and found himself staring
at a rather plump girl, about a year younger, twirling a strand of her
golden blond hair. He watched her for a second, before turning his eyes
back to his dinner plate. How was he going to survive the next 2 hours?
***
For the first
half an hour or so, Syaoran took his time, looking at all the decorations.
He was agape, as he realized everything matched perfectly with everything
else: The china was exactly the same white as the banner hanging off the
ceiling, and the silver of the forks, was neither a shade lighter or darker
then the one next to it. All the goblets were glass, and sparkled like
small lights, they were so clean. He muttered to himself, wondering how
anyone could stand having a lady, much less a mother, who was so obsessed
with the color coordination of everything.
Carefully, he
stole a glance to see what Sakura was doing, only to find her looking at
him too. They turned, both red-faced at being caught, and spent the next
half an hour trying not to make eye-contact.
Sakura gulped
nervously. She wanted to make a good impression, but she wasn't sure what
to say. She tried to think up a good conversation piece, something to start,
and finally managed to choose a pretty nonchalant topic. His country. More
original then weather, and less personal then about himself. And, that's
exactly what she did. Or tried to anyway.
" Syaoran?"
" Hmm?" He turned
his lion gold eyes on her.
" What's…"
" Excuse me,
what's it like in your country?"
Sakura felt like
screaming. All this time, and the Duchy of Meliyao had to pick now to start
her turn.
" Well," Syaoran
thought a little," Its…"
" Oh I see."
Syaoran was a
little confused. So was Sakura. Wasn't he suppose to finish first? Sakura
excused her behavior - perhaps she's just nervous, and doesn't realize
how many rules of etiquette she'd just broken in the five minutes of conversation.
Syaoran, too, was in a forgiving
mood, and tried to continue.
" Yes…Peony…"
" Chorvala, may
be bigger, but it isn't half as pretty as my home."
Sakura felt her
face go slightly red, and she tried to calm herself, knowing emotion wasn't
the way to go.
" Well, I think
Chorvala is quite beautiful."
Sakura tensed
up a little. Was that Syaoran defending her? It only made her feel foolish,
not having a ready retort to save Chorvala's reputation. Nevertheless,
Cherese went on.
" Well, maybe
to these people's limited views, but they've never seen Meliyao. Having
seen this place with new eyes, I think the rumors were exaggerated."
Syaoran heard
a gasp of indignation escape Sakura, and when he turned around, found her
back facing him. He groaned under his breath, partly in anger and partly
in pity. Who was this girl, who insulted her own city-state's capital without
so much as batting an eyelash, at the risk of losing everything? Did she
not know whom she was within earshot of?
" In fact, were
it not for my parents, I wouldn't be here at all."
Sakura couldn't
take it anymore. One more second, and she'd be breaking more etiquette
rules then even Cherese could imagine. There was no way she'd be able to
sit and endure this for an hour. Luckily, a miracle came her way. Her father
was listening to a servant, and stood up.
" I'd like to
inform you all, that the cook is a little behind today preparing the food,
so I'm inviting you to stand up and enjoy yourselves a bit longer. I'm
sorry for the disturbance."
That was all
the distraction she needed. Sakura wasted no time, in weaving her way past
the crowds, into the gardens and towards the fountain. She had time, might
as well use it. She carefully leaned down, and peered into the water, hoping
to catch a glimpse of her beautiful onyx rose. As she bent closer, another
face entered the reflection, startling her so, that she almost fell into
the basin, were it not for an arm reaching out.
" Forgive me,
lady, I didn't mean to frighten you."
Sakura, regaining
her composure, assured Syaoran she was fine, before resuming her sweep
of the pool. He sat down beside her.
" If I may ask,
what are you looking for?"
" Oh, nothing."
She got back up in disappointment. It wasn't there.
" Would it happen
to be this?"
Sakura looked
up. In the palm of Syaoran's hand, lay the little onyx rose, intact, and
dry. Her eyes widened.
" How did you…"
" I got it out
of the fountain…"
" I can't believe…you…OH
THANK YOU!"
She hugged him
ecstatically, eyes closed in appreciation.
Unbeknownst,
he stood up awkwardly, a blush creeping up his face. Sakura stood
back, realizing for the first time how tall he was compared to her. She
gripped the little pendant to her bosom, so glad to finally have it again.
He smirked. For some reason, seeing her happy made him happy as well.
Suddenly, she
reached up, and before he could protest, pecked him softly on the cheek,
and flashed her first genuine smile at him that day.
" Thank you,
so much!"
She raced back
inside, and he stood there unblinkingly. His hand automatically reached
up to touch his cheek where it tingled slightly from her touch…odd…
Sakura found
an extra chain, and returning it around her neck, went to go show Tomoyo.
" Oh, Sakura,
its beautiful! They don't make anything like that in Ivystand. Where did
you get it?"
" Mother gave
it to me, for a birthday present."
" Oh, now I'm
jealous…oh look. Make haste, their telling everyone to go back in. I'll
see you after the banquet?"
" Most assuredly!"
*** Singing
Sakura returned
to her table to find Syaoran already seated. She watched as he did his
best to ignore Cherese and her twirling hair. He looked ready to yank it
clean off her head. Seeing he was facing her direction, she tried again
to engage him in conversation.
" Syaoran, you
never told me what your country was like."
A snort was emitted
from Syaoran's right, Ms. Meliyao.
" Well, its not
as pretty as here in autumn…"
A laugh high
and squeaky, like a piglett squeal.
"…but I'd have
to say our winters are the most gorgeous. White snow, fresh fallen every
day…best
winter spot in all of Chorvala…province of course.."
Sakura nodded
politely. She'd never actually been there, so it wouldn't be truthful to
agree. Suddenly, she gasped, followed by a groan.
" What?"
Syaoran turned
in concern.
" No its nothing."
" You sure?"
" No…its just…"
" And now, for
the enjoyment of all the guests, my daughter Sakura, will play her harp
and sing for us."
Sakura lowered
her flushed face, as she heard Cherese groan.
" Syaoran," The
Duchy whined, using his name for the first time," why don't we find something
else to occupy ourselves, while the little girl sings?"
" You go. I would
rather like to hear the voice of the fabled mermaid soother."
Sakura glared
as Syaoran smirked. Why did her dad have to spread that pet name around?
Cherese only grunted in disdain.
" Humph………..wait!
I want to sing too!"
Sakura nearly
fell off her chair.
" But, you don't
know the lines…"
" I'm not singing
with you! You're going to play, and I'm going to sing."
" If that's what
you wish...." She mumbled bitterly.
A murmur went
through the crowd as she stepped forward, and sat behind Cherese. With
a great heave, Cherese opened her mouth….and what came out was worse then
any kind of torture known to man.
" AAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNDDDDDDDD
WWWWWWWHHHHHHEEEEEEENNNNNNN TTTTTTTHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEE MMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUNNNNNNTTTTTTTTAAAAAIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNSSSS…."
Syaoran gritted
his teeth, beneath his lips, trying to look like he was listening, when
in fact he was hoping she'd stop for his sake. Sakura didn't even bother
trying to accompany – there was no way to reach the notes Cherese was reaching,
not on a harp. It was only misfortune, that she'd happened to pick the
same song Sakura had been planning to sing.
" MMMMMMMMAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYY
AAAALLLLLLL TTTTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEE WWWWWWWOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLDDDDDDDD…."
Sakura had to
admit, the girl had the technique down pretty well, trying to imitate one
of those warbling nightingales. It was just tragic that she didn't pick
up the softness as well, or the sweetness for that matter.
" AAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNDDDDDDD
LLLLLLLLLLLLEEEETTTTTTTT TTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHEEEEEEE LLLLLLLLLLIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHTTTTTT
BBBBBBBRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGGGG MMMMMMEEEEEEE…..TOOOOOOOOO….YYYYYYYOOOOOUUUUU!"
The last shrill
note caused the three closest goblets: Sakura's, Syaoran's, and Cherese's,
to shatter into dust. The room was silent as she returned to her seat,
and servants cleared away the broken glassware, replacing it with new ones.
Sakura stayed, unsure of what to do next. Her father saved the moment.
" And now, as
promised, Sakura will now sing and play."
Sakura bit her
lip in apprehension. Would they like her singing anymore, then they liked
Cherese? Carefully, she strummed a few chords, only to hear a groan from
the audience.
" Is that all
you can play?"
Someone else,
utterly astounded by Cherese's stupidity, called out.
" She's tuning
her harp."
Cherese backed
down in embarassment, but distaste was written across her face.
Sakura gulped,
then ran her fingers across her harp, rippling music filled the room. And
softly, she began to sing, purposely using the same song Cherese used,
simply as a way to show that she didn't like to have people stealing what
was rightfully hers to begin with, namely the entertainment which she'd
been working on for quite some time.
" Echoing my
songs of joy, I see you coming down the pathway here. So long, I've waited
for you, so long since you've held me close to you.."
Everyone was
quiet, as the harp and voice grew louder.
" Across the
sea you traveled far, never knowing quite where you are. All I know, across
the land, across the water, I'll never lose my heart…to any, but you."
Cherese mumbled
her disdain. So, Sakura was a little songbird, so what?
" And when the
mountains call my name. May the world be there to see me...And let the
light…bring me….to you…"
She stopped with
a series of fading ripples. Polite applause filled the dining room,
and Sakura returned to her seat, quietly aware of the fact that Syaoran
was smiling at her proudly, and Cherese was glaring angrily. Suddenly,
Chorvala's Prince stood up again.
" The cooks have
informed me, that they are ready with the banquet, so without further ado,
let the banquet begin."
*** Dinner is Served
Sakura watched
as the first plates were brought out: Salad. Delicate leaves of lettuce,
mixed with herbs, and a vinegar sauce of some kind. Sakura was about to
eat hers when a voice interupted her.
" Still haven't
started?"
Cherese sat back,
her plate completely empty. Sakura looked at Syaoran expecting his plate
to be empty to, but instead she found his as full as hers. Syaoran ignored
Cherese, and began to eat his salad slowly. Sakura followed his example,
and was just finishing up when the next dishes were brought in.
A soup of some
kind, and once again Sakura was just about to start, when Cherese
piped up again.
" Tired from
all that singing?"
She looked up,
and once again found that the entire bowl of soup had disappeared.
"Or just not
a speedy eater." Cherese piped.
Syaoran was looking
at his soup, and continued to eat at the pace all the others were. Sakura
did the same, and finished just as they were bringing in the first of the
platters of quail.
Sakura felt her
mouth water a little as she smelled the delicious birds all roasted to
perfection, with a light sauce and accompanied with asparagus. As the platters
were set down, she reached carefully out to get one, when suddenly, a hand
touched hers. She looked up, and saw Syaoran reaching out. He picked up
a medium bird, with a generous helping of asparagus, and put it down on
her plate. Sakura glanced at her mother, only to find her smiling in good
humor. The Princess whispered something to her husband, and he smiled too.
Syaoran was about
to sit back down, when he heard a clearing of throat. Cherese was staring
at him expectantly. Sighing, he picked up another quail, and placed it
on her plate. Picking up another one for himself, he was just about
to start eating when there was another clearing of throat. He looked, and
almost choked as he saw the nearly empty skeleton of the quail on Cherese's
plate. With a look of suspicion, he put another quail on her plate, larger
this time, and proceeded to eat his.
Just to be sure, he stole a glance
at Sakura, and was relieved to see that she was still eating the same quail
he'd first given her.
Less then 1/8
of the way through his, and there was another clearing of throat. Sakura
turned to look this time, and went wide-eyed. Two empty skeletons lay on
her plate. Sakura looked down at her own, which was only about ¼
of the way finished, and wondered how anyone could eat two. She watched
with a deep pity, as Syaoran grudgingly offered another quail, larger,
which Cherese gladly accepted. Cherese noticed Sakura, and her eyes glittered
with challenge, as if mocking the fact that Syaoran was helping her and
not Sakura. Sakura ignored it.
Sakura finished
hers, and turned, only to feel a shriek try to work its way up her throat.
8 large skeletons were heaped onto Cherese's plate, and Syaoran was currently
adding another 9th bird to her plate. The servants quickly cleared away
all finished plates and replaced them with clean dishes.
Syaoran quickly
finished his, and seeing the others still meticulously cleaning their birds,
he decided to talk with Sakura.
" So, what does
the Autumn Harvest celebrate, exactly?"
Sakura stopped
chewing for a second, swallowed inperceptibly, and paused to think.
" Well, its to
celebrate the grapes that grow in the vineyards…"
" You know, Meliyao
has the most wonderful wine…"
Sakura bit her
lip, and turned. Doesn't this girl ever stop? She turned pleadingly to
her mother, but she was busy. She heard a slight 'ahem' and turned to see
Syaoran. He silently apologized with his eyes, and did his best to save
the topic.
" Does it celebrate
anything else?"
" Well, mostly
the harvest of the grapes. They usually have a fair, where they take the
harvested grapes, and make jams, jellies, and tarts for the people."
" Meliyao has
a fair too. Only we do apples. Apple pies are so much better than grape
tarts!"
Sakura couldn't
stand it anymore. She turned around completely, refusing to make eye-contact
for fear she would break into tears in front of them. When, her emotions
were in control again, the next course was about to be served. Fish. Syaoran
tried to serve Sakura, but she refused profusely, until finally giving
in despair. She glanced up, and saw the intrigue in her parents' eyes.
Her father had a suspicious twinkle, which meant he was planning something.
But, before she could further watch, he turned to the Lord of Peonyflower.
Syaoran didn't mind serving Sakura – at least she didn't have him getting
up again and again like the Duchy. Once more, there was a clearing of throat,
and Syaoran sighed. Here he goes again. What was he? A personal manservant?
Sakura finished
the fish faster, and prepared to get another serving. Syaoran was about
to get up, but she shook her head.
" You can have
your rest. I can get it myself."
" …"
" Come on, Syaoran."
" Bless your
soul."
He sat back down
to finish his fish, until he heard the next clearing of throat, at which
he sighed and got back up again. It would have been more worth it to get
Sakura's too, waste less time. Sakura got herself some, then ate.
Deciding against another, she began to fiddle with her necklace. Unfortunately,
Cherese happened to see it.
" What is that?"
She asked.
" My necklace."
" Where'd you
get it?"
" My mother gave
it to me."
" Hmph. Where'd
she have it made?"
" I don't know.
A private jeweler, I suppose."
" Hmph. Could
have fooled me. Looks like one of those trinkets you get at a peasant fair."
" It does not!"
" Believe what
you like. Your mother's a cheap."
Sakura was aghast.
She sprang up from her chair, and walked away fuming, towards the gardens.
Instead of sitting by the fountain, she continued down a set of stairs,
towards the garden maze. In the daylight, she could find her way through
with ease, but at night…and with her mind fogged with anger, this was another
story.
For 10 minutes or so, she continued
to run through it, aware of footsteps behind her. She continued through
it till she was at a dead end. Realizing her mistake, she turned around,
and found herself face to face with a shadowy figure.
" Agh!"
She fell backwards,
and once again felt an arm around her, keeping her from toppling to the
floor.
" Forgive me,
lady."
Sakura leaned
against the shrubbery for support. Her heart was pounding, and Syaoran
had given her quite the scare.
" Are you all
right?"
" Yes. I'm fine."
" You shouldn't
run off like that."
Sakura started
to walk away. If only she knew which dead end she was in.
"…I was worried…"
Sakura stopped.
Syaoran was worried about her?
" Come on. Why
don't we go back?" He moved towards her.
Sakura started
to walk away again.
" Not, just yet."
She answered.
" Why not?"
" I don't really
want to go back yet - you go."
" Well, if you're
not going, I'm not."
Sakura turned
around again.
" Good sir, don't
let me spoil your fun. Go…"
" As a code of
honor, I am not to desert a damsel in distress."
" I am not in
distress."
" Okay…"
Sakura bit her
lip as Syaoran walked away. Should she call him back? No. Carefully, she
treaded her way through the maze, working her way around, trying to remember
which way was which. Finally, she gave up, and sat heavily down on a bench
that was at the center of the maze. She knew that. But, she couldn't remember
which way was out in the dark.
" Are you going
to let me help you now?"
Sakura jumped
with a little yelp. Syaoran stepped out again, laughing a little as she
glared at him.
" Can you kindly
stop doing that?"
He swept her
a bow.
" Forgive me
lady."
" How long have
you been following me?"
" Oh, for quite
some time now. You didn't think I'd go back on my code did you?"
Deep down, Sakura
was relieved.
" So, now will
you let me help you?"
" Fine."
She heaved a
great sigh, then began to examine her necklace in the dark.
" It must be
very pretty. But, wouldn't you like to see it in better light?"
She nodded a
little. He grabbed her wrist gently, and began to pull her through the
twists and turns of the maze. After a moment, there was a burst of light,
and Sakura saw that they were once again at the start of the maze. She
exited after him, but stopped. He came back.
" What's wrong?"
She hesitated,
then shook her head and continued.
" Nothing."
Well, to her
relief, only her parents had noticed her absence, and they took it in themselves
not to raise alarm. Their relief was obvious as Sakura seated herself again,
Syaoran following. The next platter wasn't there yet, and Cherese was busy
sitting on her chair.
" There you are!"
She waited, and
Syaoran heaved another sigh, before serving yet another piece of fish.
He sat down, but instead of eating, turned to Sakura.
" May I see your
necklace?"
" What would
you want to see that piece of junk for?"Cherese muttered.
Sakura hesitated.
It was true somewhat. Where the others were wearing diamonds with gold,
her little onyx rose seemed trivial.
" Please, may
I see it?" He tried again.
She nodded, and
unhooked it from around her neck. Ignoring Cherese completely, he examined
the onyx.
" Wonderful craftsmanship."
" Diamonds would
have made a prettier rose." Cherese muttered.
" Diamonds can't
make a black rose."
Cherese sat back
huffily, and within seconds her food was gone.
The next platter
was the main course, a roast hart, and Sakura could see the greedy hunger
in Cherese's eyes, and the despair in Syaoran's. Sakura looked around,
and motioned for a nearby servant to come over. He stooped down.
" What can I
do for you, milady?"
" Do you see
the girl there?"
" The Daughter
of the Lord and Lady of Meliyao?"
" Yes."
" Yes, I do,
milady."
" Well, she has
a slight vocal problem."
" I could tell
from her earlier…"
" Hush."
" Pardon."
" Now, I have
to say that you've done a marvelous job, except for one thing."
" What's that?"
" You heard what
I said. She has a vocal problem, and needs someone to help get what she
wants."
" Oh I see."
" So, the next
time she clears her throat, I want you to step up and get her food."
" Beg, your pardon?"
" Exactly as
I said. When she clears her throat, you are to step up and get her food."
" All right,
milady. An odd thing indeed."
Sakura smirked.
The manservant took his place behind Cherese. Sakura reached to get
her own food, but, once again Syaoran played the gentleman. It was obvious
both his and her parents were pleased by the display of attention. And,
right on cue, there was a soft clearing of throat. Syaoran was about to
rise, when Sakura tugged at his sleeve. He turned to her in question, and
she shook her head just so he could see. He sat back down doubtfully, and
began to eat his section of hart. Cherese turned around from speaking to
the guest beside her, and was irritated to find her plate empty. She glared
over at Sakura, who was the picture of innocence, then at Syaoran. With
almost careless ease, she cleared her throat again, louder. Immediately,
the manservant came and served her up some food.
Cherese was confused,
and slightly embarassed as the host looks up questioningly. Why was one
of his manservants answering to one of the guests without explicit orders?
Guests should be able to serve themselves. Cherese smiled nervously, having
been humbled slightly. Meanwhile, Syaoran grinned, finally able to enjoy
his serving in peace. Sakura continued to eat innocently, though Syaoran
had a pretty good idea what she'd done.
The banquet was
normal from then on, the hart followed by a short break of wine. Sakura,
thinking everything was back to usual, started talking again.
" So, if my father
and I were to pay a visit to Peonyflower, what would you recommend for
brunch?"
" Hmm.." Syaoran
tried not to laugh, " Most likely…the…"
" Now. For dessert,
fellows, we have…"
There was a gasp
of admiration, as the servants brought in a huge honey-sugar sculpture
of a wolf. It was set on a side table.
" Help yourselves."
Everyone got
up, and began to talk with others. Sakura moved over towards the sugar
statue. Syaoran smiled.
" What's it made
of?"
" Sugar, honey,
and some lemon for a sour twist."
" Hmm. I'm going
to go try a little. Would you like some as well?"
" Yes, please."
" All right.
I'll go get us some."
Sakura was once
again rendered speechless as Syaoran walked to go get two plates of the
dessert. As she sighed in admiration of his gallantry, a hand suddenly
reached out of nowhere and shoved her down.
Syaoran heard
a communal gasp, and turned to see Sakura sprawled across the floor. He
put down the plates he held, and rushed to her aid.
" What happened,
milady?"
Before she could
answer, a fuming Cherese separated the two, and glowered down at Sakura.
" I tried for
the last 3 hours, and it doesn't seem to be getting through to you. I don't
like you flirting with my betrothed."
Sakura's eyes
went wide with shock. Her father raised and eyebrow. Cherese's parents
were about as confused as young chicks newly hatched.
" You lie!" Syaoran
hissed.
" It may be a
lie now, but it won't be in another month. My father promised me, that
I would be able to choose whichever Lord's son I wanted."
Sakura was aghast.
She tried to get up, but Cherese pushed her back down again. Immediately,
Sakura's father came to her rescue.
" Young lady!
What impertinence is this, treating my daughter this way? Do you realize
you are committing a felony, worth the loss of your titles!"
Cherese stood
defiantly.
" Your daughter,
has been flirting with my beloved!"
Cherese's father
came up behind her.
" Cherese. It's
true, I did tell you that your husband's choice was to be yours…"
" See?"
" But, I also
remember mentioning that it had to be a bachelor."
" What does he
look like?"
Cherese
pointed at Syaoran.
" Such
an impertinent little girl!" The Lady of Peonyflower was appalled. " Was
she not listening?"
" To what?" Syaoran
asked.
" Five minutes
ago, you father and I were just discussing your wedding details."
" Wedding details?"
Fear.
" Yes, of course,
when your father and His Grace saw your attention to young Sakura, we decided
it would be the perfect way to strengthen our alliance. So, we're making
out the contract."
All was silent.
Cherese's let out a high-pitched squeal.
" NOT FAIR! Father,
you said…"
" I said your
choice had to be a bachelor."
" Well, he was
a bachelor before! I saw him first!"
" And by the
way Cherese, must I remind you, that you have not yet reached the legal
Meliyaon age for marriage?" Her mother clucked.
" It's only a
year or two away…"
" I will not
have you married before your time! Breaking Meliyaon law, can you imagine?
I don't know where she concocted such a ridiculous notion!" Her mother
sighed.
Sakura through
all this, sat on the floor, shocked at her father's announcement. Marriage?
" Now, if everyone
is satisfied, let us continue the celebration!"
The host began
to clear the guests back to their tables and the dessert. Sakura realizing
her awkward position, got up unsteadily, and instinctively grabbed the
nearest shoulder to keep from falling; Syaoran's. He grabbed her hand,
and helped her up, though his mind was still elsewhere.
Marriage? Until
now, the idea had never struck him. Sakura was fazed, and wandered her
way towards the garden. Cherese saw her, and immediately her anger bubbled
again. Secretly, she followed Sakura, pocketing one of the table utensils
as she went…
Sakura clutched
the stairway railing for support. Married? To Syaoran? Hmm…
She heard a rustling
behind her, and was no more then 2 paces away, when Cherese walked silently
out. She opened her mouth to scream.
" Don't even
bother, Sakura. No one can hear you, they're all inside."
" What, do you
want?"
" Oh, you know
perfectly well what I want. I want Syaoran. But, you! You took my chances
away from me."
" Cherese, please
understand, the wedding plans are as surprising to me as they are to everyone
else!"
" Oh, I don't
care about the wedding plans. Because, once I'm done, they won't be yours
anymore, they'll be mine!"
" Cherese, what's
going on?"
Cherese let out
a harsh crow.
" Oh, don't play
naïve. Can't you see the knife? I plan for you…to suffer an…unfortunate
accident."
Sakura backed
her way through towards the maze. Cherese followed, too clouded with her
hate to notice.
" And when Syaoran
is at the peak of his grief, I'll marry him in pity."
She laughed at
the wisdom of her plan.
" But, I can
only do it, if I get rid of you!!!!!"
Sakura broked
into a run as Cherese followed her into the maze. Her heart was pounding,
and her breath was ragged. She could hear footsteps echoing through the
maze, and the crazed laughter of the love-sick girl following.
" Sakura…I'll
find you! Don't you worry! I'm not that dense. I know this maze only has
one entrance, and one exit. One in the same. I'll starve you out! Don't
worry. Stay in there for all I care. It just gives me a chance to work
my magic on Syaoran! He'll be mine yet!"
Sakura was panting
as she ran further into the center of the maze. She could still hear footsteps,
but they were receding now. No, they were coming back. Receding. Stopped.
Coming back.
" You little
wretch!"
Sakura stopped.
Listening.
" Come out here
and face me!"
Fear moved her
further and further inward. She felt her lungs would give out, and her
dress was already torn in fifty different places. What was she to do?