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Cove and Pirates Swoop.
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4 Chapter 3- Revealed
"It is so wonderful to see you again," said King Jonathan IV, "You don't know how worried we have been."
"Nice to know you cared," smirked Lizzie.
"You know he meant our son." Thayet smiled at Elizabeth, "Don't be mistaken. We are glad that you are safe too."
"What do you expect for someone of her ability. I'm just surprised Jon doesn't look more worn out after having to ride with the Queen of Sarcasm." Jonathan grinned sweetly at the person who had brought back his son.
"So nice to see your sarcasm has improved," retorted Lizzie. "I'm sorry I can't stay and chat but I have other business to attend to." She twirled round and let herself out of the room.
"I don't know how you survived the trip," Jonathan informed his long, lost son.
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Lizzie walked down the teachers corridor and turned to knock on the door which read, 'Numair Salmalin and Veralidaine Sarrasri. Daine popped her head round the door and seeing who it was threw the door open wide.
"Welcome back, Liz. It's been so long since you last visited." She grinned warmly, gesturing for her to go in. Numair came to the door to greet her and after a lot of 'hellos' and hugging they finally sat down. There were three other people in the room.
"You know Onua, Sarge and Buri, don't you? You three this is Master Sir Elizabeth of Kings Cove and Pirates Swoop. You may have heard of her."
"How could we not? She made history and then was forgotten all about. I believe Prince Jonathan is with his parents at the moment," asked Buri, smiling at her surprise. "Thayet told me about his return a while ago."
"I understand." She smiled back. "What are you all doing here?"
Sarge sighed, "Our archery master has just announced his resignation (I know it's obvious what's going to happen next)
Liz grinned wickedly. "Do you want me to make him change his mind?"
" I don't think that is necessary," replied Onua. "We just need idea's on who to pick for a new one. He or she has to be here soon because he's leaving after dinner."
Daine's eyes lit up. "Lizzie can do it. She'd be a perfect archery mistress, she doesn't let anyone have any room for mistakes."
"You've got to be kidding. Me, a teacher! In your dreams."
Liz stared at Daine; shocked she would have thought of such a thing.
"It would be perfect. No one can beat you at archery, not to mention anything else. You wouldn't let anyone slack and it would be a perfect excuse to get away from long and boring meeting the King might want you to attend," protested Numair.
Liz thought that the last point had been most sufficient but still argued, "I don't want to stay here, though. I want to go back to my life roaming."
"It can then be a temporary job, to give us time to search for a new master," replied Buri, actually planning for it to be permanent.
Liz sighed inwardly. She knew that arguing with them would get them nowhere so she decided to give in, knowing she would find a way out of it later.
"Fine then. I'll do it but only for a few week, maximum a month."
They all smiled, knowing she would probably end up loving the job and they would have to pay her to stop.
Then came a knock on the door. Buri got up to answer it. In walked Jon (elder), Thayet and Jon (younger.) Thayet was grinning, looking like she had just thought of something brilliant. Before anyone could say anything she burst out.
"I had a brilliant idea. Liz can be our new archery mistress."
Liz, Daine, Numair, Buri, Onua and Sarge looked at each other and burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?" questioned Jon (P.S- I'm going to call the king Jon and his son Jonny to save confusion.)
Sarge was the first to compose himself of the giggles.
"We already thought of that. We've asked her and she's agreed." He then gave way to another explosion of laughter.
"Oh, I see. We'll then, I've arranged for your things to be put in a spare room in the Royal Wing. You can move into your new room when the old master has left."
Liz smiled thankfully and was about to open her mouth when Thayet interrupted.
"If that's all sorted out, you can all get ready for the feast."
"What feast!" exclaimed an aghast Liz.
"The one that we are having to celebrate our son returning," replied Jon as if it were obvious. "Everyone is expected to come."
Liz quickly thought of a way to get out of it. "I can't. I've got thongs to sort out and even if they were finished I don't have anything to wear."
"Don't worry, that's all sorted out. The 'things' you need to take car of can wait for tomorrow and the dress maker, Lalasa, is waiting in my room as we speak"
Liz gulped, trying desperately to think of an excuse. She couldn't say anything about being needed in the Divine Realms because Onua, Buri and Sarge were there. She decided the best way was to decline straight out.
"I refuse to go."
Thayet's delicate features suddenly turned menacing (In a beautiful type of way.)
"Your going even f I have to drag you personally. Now come." She pulled her arm with surprising strength and all Liz could do was obey.
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"I can't believe I'm doing this" Liz muttered, waiting for everyone to settle down so she and Jonny could be announced. He smiled at her, secretly overjoyed at his luck. He had managed to become her escort and maybe she would even dance with him. She looked fabulous. Even the Chief Herald had said she could rival the Queen in her looks.
She was wearing a pale purple, straight cut dress trimmed with gold with a surcoat to match. Her hair was loose, falling down to her shoulders, crimped. She had no face paint on except for the barest coat of lip rouge that Thayet had demanded on. Her ears sparkled with amethyst earring and round her neck was a bracelet to match.
She cringed as the heralds loud voice filled the Great Hall.
"Introducing Prince Jonathan the Fifth and Master Sir Lady Elizabeth, Duchess of Kings Cove and Pirate's Swoop."
She walked out into the open, holding onto Jonathan's arm as they descended down the stairs. Obviously the Chief Herald wasn't the only person to think of Liz as beautiful. There were a few gasps to be heard over the applause. Once they reached in front of the thrones Jonny bowed and Liz curtsied, then they took their places on the right-hand side of Thayet. After the noise quietened down Jon stood up and announced,
"This feast is in honour of the return of our son. Prince Jonathan. In the presence of you all I will like to announce that from now onwards Prince Jonathan is heir to the throne."
The noise was deafening. Liz just heard Princess Shinkokami say, "At least it means I don't have to be Queen."
Liz looked over at Roald, who looked relieved and not angry. She grinned at Jonny, who had gone red with pride and embarrassment.
Once the nice had quietened down Jon finished with a few words.
"Now you know the reason for this joyous occasion, let's celebrate."
The page servers entered the room carrying finger bowls. A fourth year page approached the table where the Royals were sitting.
As he offered the bowl to Liz she asked,
"What's your name?"
"Page Lacheran of Mindelan, Lady," he answered respectfully.
Her eye's lit up. "You're related to Keladry of Mindelan, then."
"I'm her nephew, Lady."
She smiled warmly and as he offered the bowl to Princess Kalasin, who was sitting next to her Liz asked, "Is Keladry in the palace at the moment." She directed the question at the King.
"She is and I'll expect you'll be introduce soon enough. I take it you have never met each other." He grinned cheekily at her.
"No we haven't, for your information. Though I would like to. Another person I would like to meet is that rascal of a brother. I haven't seen him in a year. Now he's a second year page."
"A second year page who is pleading his parent's for a proper sword. Alanna says he'll get one when he's a squire but he doesn't need one now. He's been pleading with her for the last month." Princess Kally grinned. The friendship they had had, as children had remained strong.
Liz smiled, knowing Thom never liked not getting his own way. "If I think he deserves it I might get him one myself. He should learn to take some sort of responsibility and I know some good smiths." She left out the fact it was the God of War.
Scanning the crowd of people she saw the familiar red head and also saw he was serving a group of maidens. Like the old Thom, the face of dislike was covered with a mask of seriousness.
She looked at Lacheran, who had returned with the first course, and asked, "Will you tell Page Thom that he is not to sneak off without saying hello."
"Of course, my lady."
"Thank you and by the way, it's Liz, not Lady. I can't stand titles." She surpressed giggles as a look of surprise took over his face.
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The meal was an enjoyable one. Liz chatted about all subjects with the rest of the company, never keeping a thought, no matter how rude, to herself. After the meal was another matter. The tables were moved back to make room for dancing and pages walked around carrying snacks and drinks. Many men eyed her and so she decided to do the first thing that came to her mind. Find Raoul. He was sitting by a window, talking with Buri. She interrupted saying,
"I dislike social occasions as much a you do, even more. Where is the nearest hideout?"
Raoul grinned and said, "Follow me. We won't bet any refreshment, though."
Liz smiled back. "Leave that to me."
Raoul led them to a small reading room just of the Great Hall. As they entered Liz gestured to the nearest page and said, "Tell Page Thom to come and serve us her, please." The page walked away with a pure look of confusion on his face.
"I was just telling Raoul about your offer to temporarily be our archery mistress. We were discussing other possible candidates."
"If you're stuck for suggestions I can ask around with some of my friends. I know a couple of Shang warriors that might be interested."
Thom popped his head round the door and grinned happily when he saw his sister. He entered and put don the tray. He then gave Liz a fierce hug.
"It's been over a year, and you are terrible at writing letters. How come you didn't visit?" he demanded, mock angry.
She grinned back at him and replied, "I told you not to expect much in the letters but I do believe you got presents, expensive ones at that, for every birthday and holiday since I've been away."
"I must say thank-you for that. I'm the envy of my friends for my dagger and even Lord Wyldon (In this story he doesn't resign, though Joren does die and Vinson goes mad) admits he's never seen a better bow," he said, his voice full of pride.
"I always try to do my best when it comes to you, little brother." She smiled down at him affectionately.
"Talking about gifts, can you persuade Mama and Papa to buy me a proper sword? I've been nagging them for months."
"I know. Princess Kally told me about it during dinner. I'll see what I can do. If they refuse to, I'll get you one myself. It's just best to ask permission."
Thom nodded knowingly. She had got herself into trouble many a time for not having permission to do something as a child. He just hugged her again as a sign of thanks.
Just at that moment, Lord Wyldon showed up at the door.
"Page Thom, your job is to serve the people, not flirt with them."
Before he could answer, Liz shot back with a sharp reply.
"For your information, my brother was not flirting with me, just thanking me for doing him a favour and before you say anything, it was I who requested he came and met me here."
Lord Wlydon's face coloured but he soon regained composition.
"Sorry for the misunderstanding, my Lady, but Page Thom is here to serve not to talk."
"First of all my name is Elizabeth, please use it. Secondly, you accused my brother of doing wrong when it was I who ordered him and thirdly, if I wish to speak to my brother I will no matter what you say!" she snapped. Lord Wyldon was totally taken a back. For a woman who looked so delicate, she had a worse temper than her famous mother.
"I sincerely apologise for the misunderstanding. Sorry for interrupting, Lady Elizabeth." He left, thinking he would tell Thom off away from his short-tempered sister. Behide him was a fuming Liz. If anything annoyed her, it was being called Lady. Thom smiled and then turned sober. He knew he would get it later. His sister read his face like a book.
"If he dare's to tell you off, you are to tell me, understand. You know you can't keep secrets from me, brother."
He nodded, he knew only too well. He served drinks to Raoul and Buri, who had been watching interested, and then left the room. He knew his sister detested alcohol.
Not much of a cliff hanger. I'll try harder next time. I want five more reviews before I carry on.
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"It is so wonderful to see you again," said King Jonathan IV, "You don't know how worried we have been."
"Nice to know you cared," smirked Lizzie.
"You know he meant our son." Thayet smiled at Elizabeth, "Don't be mistaken. We are glad that you are safe too."
"What do you expect for someone of her ability. I'm just surprised Jon doesn't look more worn out after having to ride with the Queen of Sarcasm." Jonathan grinned sweetly at the person who had brought back his son.
"So nice to see your sarcasm has improved," retorted Lizzie. "I'm sorry I can't stay and chat but I have other business to attend to." She twirled round and let herself out of the room.
"I don't know how you survived the trip," Jonathan informed his long, lost son.
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Lizzie walked down the teachers corridor and turned to knock on the door which read, 'Numair Salmalin and Veralidaine Sarrasri. Daine popped her head round the door and seeing who it was threw the door open wide.
"Welcome back, Liz. It's been so long since you last visited." She grinned warmly, gesturing for her to go in. Numair came to the door to greet her and after a lot of 'hellos' and hugging they finally sat down. There were three other people in the room.
"You know Onua, Sarge and Buri, don't you? You three this is Master Sir Elizabeth of Kings Cove and Pirates Swoop. You may have heard of her."
"How could we not? She made history and then was forgotten all about. I believe Prince Jonathan is with his parents at the moment," asked Buri, smiling at her surprise. "Thayet told me about his return a while ago."
"I understand." She smiled back. "What are you all doing here?"
Sarge sighed, "Our archery master has just announced his resignation (I know it's obvious what's going to happen next)
Liz grinned wickedly. "Do you want me to make him change his mind?"
" I don't think that is necessary," replied Onua. "We just need idea's on who to pick for a new one. He or she has to be here soon because he's leaving after dinner."
Daine's eyes lit up. "Lizzie can do it. She'd be a perfect archery mistress, she doesn't let anyone have any room for mistakes."
"You've got to be kidding. Me, a teacher! In your dreams."
Liz stared at Daine; shocked she would have thought of such a thing.
"It would be perfect. No one can beat you at archery, not to mention anything else. You wouldn't let anyone slack and it would be a perfect excuse to get away from long and boring meeting the King might want you to attend," protested Numair.
Liz thought that the last point had been most sufficient but still argued, "I don't want to stay here, though. I want to go back to my life roaming."
"It can then be a temporary job, to give us time to search for a new master," replied Buri, actually planning for it to be permanent.
Liz sighed inwardly. She knew that arguing with them would get them nowhere so she decided to give in, knowing she would find a way out of it later.
"Fine then. I'll do it but only for a few week, maximum a month."
They all smiled, knowing she would probably end up loving the job and they would have to pay her to stop.
Then came a knock on the door. Buri got up to answer it. In walked Jon (elder), Thayet and Jon (younger.) Thayet was grinning, looking like she had just thought of something brilliant. Before anyone could say anything she burst out.
"I had a brilliant idea. Liz can be our new archery mistress."
Liz, Daine, Numair, Buri, Onua and Sarge looked at each other and burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?" questioned Jon (P.S- I'm going to call the king Jon and his son Jonny to save confusion.)
Sarge was the first to compose himself of the giggles.
"We already thought of that. We've asked her and she's agreed." He then gave way to another explosion of laughter.
"Oh, I see. We'll then, I've arranged for your things to be put in a spare room in the Royal Wing. You can move into your new room when the old master has left."
Liz smiled thankfully and was about to open her mouth when Thayet interrupted.
"If that's all sorted out, you can all get ready for the feast."
"What feast!" exclaimed an aghast Liz.
"The one that we are having to celebrate our son returning," replied Jon as if it were obvious. "Everyone is expected to come."
Liz quickly thought of a way to get out of it. "I can't. I've got thongs to sort out and even if they were finished I don't have anything to wear."
"Don't worry, that's all sorted out. The 'things' you need to take car of can wait for tomorrow and the dress maker, Lalasa, is waiting in my room as we speak"
Liz gulped, trying desperately to think of an excuse. She couldn't say anything about being needed in the Divine Realms because Onua, Buri and Sarge were there. She decided the best way was to decline straight out.
"I refuse to go."
Thayet's delicate features suddenly turned menacing (In a beautiful type of way.)
"Your going even f I have to drag you personally. Now come." She pulled her arm with surprising strength and all Liz could do was obey.
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"I can't believe I'm doing this" Liz muttered, waiting for everyone to settle down so she and Jonny could be announced. He smiled at her, secretly overjoyed at his luck. He had managed to become her escort and maybe she would even dance with him. She looked fabulous. Even the Chief Herald had said she could rival the Queen in her looks.
She was wearing a pale purple, straight cut dress trimmed with gold with a surcoat to match. Her hair was loose, falling down to her shoulders, crimped. She had no face paint on except for the barest coat of lip rouge that Thayet had demanded on. Her ears sparkled with amethyst earring and round her neck was a bracelet to match.
She cringed as the heralds loud voice filled the Great Hall.
"Introducing Prince Jonathan the Fifth and Master Sir Lady Elizabeth, Duchess of Kings Cove and Pirate's Swoop."
She walked out into the open, holding onto Jonathan's arm as they descended down the stairs. Obviously the Chief Herald wasn't the only person to think of Liz as beautiful. There were a few gasps to be heard over the applause. Once they reached in front of the thrones Jonny bowed and Liz curtsied, then they took their places on the right-hand side of Thayet. After the noise quietened down Jon stood up and announced,
"This feast is in honour of the return of our son. Prince Jonathan. In the presence of you all I will like to announce that from now onwards Prince Jonathan is heir to the throne."
The noise was deafening. Liz just heard Princess Shinkokami say, "At least it means I don't have to be Queen."
Liz looked over at Roald, who looked relieved and not angry. She grinned at Jonny, who had gone red with pride and embarrassment.
Once the nice had quietened down Jon finished with a few words.
"Now you know the reason for this joyous occasion, let's celebrate."
The page servers entered the room carrying finger bowls. A fourth year page approached the table where the Royals were sitting.
As he offered the bowl to Liz she asked,
"What's your name?"
"Page Lacheran of Mindelan, Lady," he answered respectfully.
Her eye's lit up. "You're related to Keladry of Mindelan, then."
"I'm her nephew, Lady."
She smiled warmly and as he offered the bowl to Princess Kalasin, who was sitting next to her Liz asked, "Is Keladry in the palace at the moment." She directed the question at the King.
"She is and I'll expect you'll be introduce soon enough. I take it you have never met each other." He grinned cheekily at her.
"No we haven't, for your information. Though I would like to. Another person I would like to meet is that rascal of a brother. I haven't seen him in a year. Now he's a second year page."
"A second year page who is pleading his parent's for a proper sword. Alanna says he'll get one when he's a squire but he doesn't need one now. He's been pleading with her for the last month." Princess Kally grinned. The friendship they had had, as children had remained strong.
Liz smiled, knowing Thom never liked not getting his own way. "If I think he deserves it I might get him one myself. He should learn to take some sort of responsibility and I know some good smiths." She left out the fact it was the God of War.
Scanning the crowd of people she saw the familiar red head and also saw he was serving a group of maidens. Like the old Thom, the face of dislike was covered with a mask of seriousness.
She looked at Lacheran, who had returned with the first course, and asked, "Will you tell Page Thom that he is not to sneak off without saying hello."
"Of course, my lady."
"Thank you and by the way, it's Liz, not Lady. I can't stand titles." She surpressed giggles as a look of surprise took over his face.
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The meal was an enjoyable one. Liz chatted about all subjects with the rest of the company, never keeping a thought, no matter how rude, to herself. After the meal was another matter. The tables were moved back to make room for dancing and pages walked around carrying snacks and drinks. Many men eyed her and so she decided to do the first thing that came to her mind. Find Raoul. He was sitting by a window, talking with Buri. She interrupted saying,
"I dislike social occasions as much a you do, even more. Where is the nearest hideout?"
Raoul grinned and said, "Follow me. We won't bet any refreshment, though."
Liz smiled back. "Leave that to me."
Raoul led them to a small reading room just of the Great Hall. As they entered Liz gestured to the nearest page and said, "Tell Page Thom to come and serve us her, please." The page walked away with a pure look of confusion on his face.
"I was just telling Raoul about your offer to temporarily be our archery mistress. We were discussing other possible candidates."
"If you're stuck for suggestions I can ask around with some of my friends. I know a couple of Shang warriors that might be interested."
Thom popped his head round the door and grinned happily when he saw his sister. He entered and put don the tray. He then gave Liz a fierce hug.
"It's been over a year, and you are terrible at writing letters. How come you didn't visit?" he demanded, mock angry.
She grinned back at him and replied, "I told you not to expect much in the letters but I do believe you got presents, expensive ones at that, for every birthday and holiday since I've been away."
"I must say thank-you for that. I'm the envy of my friends for my dagger and even Lord Wyldon (In this story he doesn't resign, though Joren does die and Vinson goes mad) admits he's never seen a better bow," he said, his voice full of pride.
"I always try to do my best when it comes to you, little brother." She smiled down at him affectionately.
"Talking about gifts, can you persuade Mama and Papa to buy me a proper sword? I've been nagging them for months."
"I know. Princess Kally told me about it during dinner. I'll see what I can do. If they refuse to, I'll get you one myself. It's just best to ask permission."
Thom nodded knowingly. She had got herself into trouble many a time for not having permission to do something as a child. He just hugged her again as a sign of thanks.
Just at that moment, Lord Wyldon showed up at the door.
"Page Thom, your job is to serve the people, not flirt with them."
Before he could answer, Liz shot back with a sharp reply.
"For your information, my brother was not flirting with me, just thanking me for doing him a favour and before you say anything, it was I who requested he came and met me here."
Lord Wlydon's face coloured but he soon regained composition.
"Sorry for the misunderstanding, my Lady, but Page Thom is here to serve not to talk."
"First of all my name is Elizabeth, please use it. Secondly, you accused my brother of doing wrong when it was I who ordered him and thirdly, if I wish to speak to my brother I will no matter what you say!" she snapped. Lord Wyldon was totally taken a back. For a woman who looked so delicate, she had a worse temper than her famous mother.
"I sincerely apologise for the misunderstanding. Sorry for interrupting, Lady Elizabeth." He left, thinking he would tell Thom off away from his short-tempered sister. Behide him was a fuming Liz. If anything annoyed her, it was being called Lady. Thom smiled and then turned sober. He knew he would get it later. His sister read his face like a book.
"If he dare's to tell you off, you are to tell me, understand. You know you can't keep secrets from me, brother."
He nodded, he knew only too well. He served drinks to Raoul and Buri, who had been watching interested, and then left the room. He knew his sister detested alcohol.
Not much of a cliff hanger. I'll try harder next time. I want five more reviews before I carry on.