Okay! Are you ready for another short-but-too-long-in-coming chapter? Here it is! By the way, once agina I apologize for my tiny chapters and their long delays. You have no idea how busy I am. I decided to fit this into my schedule though, since I got Cold Fire!!! Yay!!! Anyway, I was feeling generous. Enjoy and please please please please please REVIEW!!!! I have 29 reviews for a story that's been up since January. It's really depressing. Help me out here!
Bubba's Revenge!
After the celabratory night, the rousing chorus of "Ding-dong, the husband's
dead!" (A.N.-Tortall version of The Wizard of Oz's "Ding-dong the witch is dead"), still
rang in my ears. However, I picked a bad night to party. Today, the palace was hiring,
and I had to be in the best condition for them to take me on.
I sat down at the mirror that the inn room contained, and grimaced at the deep
bags under my eyes. Oh well, easily remedied. I took some recently acquired face paint
out of my suitcase and applied it liberally beneath my eyes. To top it off, so I didn't look
like a ghost, I added some rouge to my cheeks. I stole a peek at the mirror and was
pleased with the results. Kerry had taught me well.
Thinking about Kerry started another train of thought. The gossip around the city
was that the Embroidery Serial Killer had started in Serenitatis. I hoped that Kerry and
my family were all right.
And thinking about killers, well you can guess where that led me. Schuyler.
Rumor also had it that he had come to stay at the palace. This was a golden opportunity
for me. Even though I was in hiding because of him, it didn't mean that I couldn't test my
theory. I was still almost certain that he was up to something. I was going to find out
what. Bubba, your revenge will not be long in coming!
With that morale-boosting thought, I walked out of my room, locked it with a key
and my gift, trotted down the stairs, and strode confidently out of the inn's door.
Using a trick that Anya had taught me, I walked with a sure stride, my head held
high, my hands down at my sides, and my eyes level. Men attacked those unable to
protect themselves. If you looked the opposite of frail, they didn't glance twice at you.
As I approached the palace, I let go of my woman-in-charge mode. No men dared
to do such a thing in sight of the Palace Guard.
I walked up to a member of the Palace guard, who led me to Selma, the head of
the team of palace servants. She was very friendly, and assigned me to part-time kitchen
duty, and the rest of the time I was to serve some recently-arrived nobility. At first I had
some misgivings about this, but then I relaxed. Serenitatis was a little known fief, and no
one would recognize the youngest unmarried sister.
Famous last words everybody. Famous last words.
Bubba's Revenge!
After the celabratory night, the rousing chorus of "Ding-dong, the husband's
dead!" (A.N.-Tortall version of The Wizard of Oz's "Ding-dong the witch is dead"), still
rang in my ears. However, I picked a bad night to party. Today, the palace was hiring,
and I had to be in the best condition for them to take me on.
I sat down at the mirror that the inn room contained, and grimaced at the deep
bags under my eyes. Oh well, easily remedied. I took some recently acquired face paint
out of my suitcase and applied it liberally beneath my eyes. To top it off, so I didn't look
like a ghost, I added some rouge to my cheeks. I stole a peek at the mirror and was
pleased with the results. Kerry had taught me well.
Thinking about Kerry started another train of thought. The gossip around the city
was that the Embroidery Serial Killer had started in Serenitatis. I hoped that Kerry and
my family were all right.
And thinking about killers, well you can guess where that led me. Schuyler.
Rumor also had it that he had come to stay at the palace. This was a golden opportunity
for me. Even though I was in hiding because of him, it didn't mean that I couldn't test my
theory. I was still almost certain that he was up to something. I was going to find out
what. Bubba, your revenge will not be long in coming!
With that morale-boosting thought, I walked out of my room, locked it with a key
and my gift, trotted down the stairs, and strode confidently out of the inn's door.
Using a trick that Anya had taught me, I walked with a sure stride, my head held
high, my hands down at my sides, and my eyes level. Men attacked those unable to
protect themselves. If you looked the opposite of frail, they didn't glance twice at you.
As I approached the palace, I let go of my woman-in-charge mode. No men dared
to do such a thing in sight of the Palace Guard.
I walked up to a member of the Palace guard, who led me to Selma, the head of
the team of palace servants. She was very friendly, and assigned me to part-time kitchen
duty, and the rest of the time I was to serve some recently-arrived nobility. At first I had
some misgivings about this, but then I relaxed. Serenitatis was a little known fief, and no
one would recognize the youngest unmarried sister.
Famous last words everybody. Famous last words.