Yay!!! Thanks so much to all my lovely reviewers!!!! You guys rock!!!! Lots of hugs to:
Semiramis
Emily of Duranan
White-Wolf
A Philanthropist (and your friend)
Anastazia Silverwind
And I guess I'll just say "Well, if you want to flame me, tell me what I can do better!" to Faceless Entity (please don't just say "that was Mary Sue-ish")
Okay, there you are. And an apology to everyone for not getting this chappie up sooner. Gah!!! I know I said a chappie each weekend, but last (and the one before that) weekend were just hell on earth and I didn't have ANY free time whatsoever. Another apology for the crappyness of that last chapter. Yes, it was Mary Sueish and had quite bad descriptions in it. This chappie'll be better, I promise!!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Tortall, Jon, Neal, Kel, Dom, Thayet, Masbolle, blah blah blah. Yeah, you all know what I'm going to say so I'll just skip it.
Well, here we go….And by the way, I broke 20 reviews!!!!!
-ladyknight
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After walking down numerous passageways, Kel, Dom, Neal and Cenzi followed the page into a massive banquet hall that was packed with people. Cenzi looked in awe at the high marble and gold ceiling, plum colored floor and matching wine colored fluffy chairs. Everyone in the crammed room was talking to someone. Kel, Dom and Neal immediately started talking with others as the page left. Cenzi stood off to the side, feeling left out and having no one to talk to. Her eyes widened as famous figures in Tortall appeared before her eyes, but no one talked to her, and she soon was forgotten by Kel, Dom and Neal.
"Your attention please!!" announced a man standing on a platform at the back of the room. Behind the platform was a big door. "The King, His Majesty, would like to call a conference in his meeting room." The man gestured toward the door. "He asks to join him: Sir Alanna The Lioness Kings Champion Baroness of Pirate's Swoop and heir to Barony Olau, Knight Commander Raoul of Goldenlake and Malorie's Peak, Gareth the Younger of Naxen Prime Minister of Tortall, George Cooper Baron of Pirate's Swoop, Sir Myles of Olau King's Spymaster, Numair and Verilidaine Salamín, Sir Kelandry and Sergeant Domitan of Masbolle and Mindelan, Sir Nealan of Queenscove…"
Cenzi stopped listening to the blubbering idiot. She knew she wouldn't be called. *Well, if Neal, Kel and Dom go, I go too-"
Kel tapped her shoulder. "Looks like we're needed. You stay with Faleron here, he's a friend of ours."
A tall man with short brown hair, presumably Faleron, smiled at her and nodded at her.
Cenzi's mouth twitched. She didn't want to be left with this stranger. He looked polite and nobleish. Before she could say or do anything, Kel, Dom, and Neal were pushing through the crowd to the door and Faleron turned his back to her, talking to some more nobleish looking strangers.
Inwardly, Cenzi sighed. *I'll have to sneak in,* she thought. She glanced at Faleron, he was deep in conversation.
Without looking back she pushed through the crowd toward the door. She was pretty much ignored, being much smaller than everyone. As she reached the door, she quickly looked over her shoulder at the big crowd, then slipped in the door.
Cenzi walked into the huge room. It was big, yes, but the ceiling was not as impressive as the banquet hall. The room was paneled with dark wood, unlike the marble and gold hall.
In the meeting room it was almost as crowded then in the banquet hall. *I'll be seen as soon as order is called,* thought Cenzi quickly. She looked around, desperately looking for somewhere to hide. Then she spied a cloak closet to her left. *Perfect.*
She slid quietly into the wardrobe and shut the door. The noise became a lower rumbling. Cenzi felt around in the closet. It was almost empty, and left her plenty of space. The walls were cushioned. *Typical,* she thought. *Just like royalty to cushion the walls of a cloak closet.*
The she heard a voice boom in the din of the room. "EVERYONE SHUT UP AND SIT DOWN!!!!" Cenzi winced at the loudness, even inside the wardrobe.
"Thank you Sarge," said a low, clear, calm voice. It was feminine.
*Alanna??*
Cenzi felt around herself for something to see out of. To the left and right, nothing. She felt above her head and down the wall in front of her. She fingered the door hinge, and found a hole, just big enough for a bolt to go through. *Typical,* Cenzi thought again as she kneeled down she could look through the hole. *Just like nobles. Cushion the walls, but don't replace the missing bolt.* As Cenzi peered into the quiet room outside the wardrobe, she saw that all the people were sitting down by a long table that stretched the length of the room.
"-Happened two days ago," a black haired man with his back turned to Cenzi said.
Her eyes widened as she saw the golden crown over his head. *Well, that's King Jonathan.*
"In the City of the Gods," a raven haired woman added, with the low, clear voice from the begging of the conversation. This was Queen Thayet, judging from the small and delicate gold crown placed on her head.
"Oh, just get to the point already," a harsh and angered voice said. Heads turned towards the the back of the room, where the voice came from, and Cenzi looked too. Leaning against the wall was the Lioness, Cenzi's idol. Cenzi's eyes almost popped out, and her mouth dropped open. This was the woman she had heard so much about, the woman she idolized for becoming the first female knight for hundreds of years.
"Just get to the point," the knight repeated. "Everyone, Roger's back again."
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Phew. There you are. Bit of a cliffie, isn't it. Heehee. Next chappie up next weekend, or so I hope. This took me SO long to write, thank god it's over. Well, it was kinda fun. Oh, very fun. Now REVIEW!!!!!
-ladyknight
PS. I just want to say, lastly, that all of us are most likely thinking about the war, and my heart goes out to everyone affected by it. God bless you all. ~ladyknight
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