Three hours later, Zelda heard groans coming from Link's room. She rushed
in, and saw him sitting on his bed, looking perfectly fine. He smiled at
her as she sat down.
"Well, I guess that cure worked," he laughed. "I feel better than ever, excepting my shoulder."
"I can't blame you for that," Zelda said, smiling. "Oh, it's such a relief knowing that you'll be all right. You had me really worried."
"Sorry. I can't control what poisons go into my body."
The princess laughed, and kissed Link's cheek softly. Then she dumped a bowl of cold water on him.
"Brrr! What was that for??" Link asked, now totally wet.
"I'm not quite sure. Impa said that I should do it, so I did it. She also told me to put onion juice up your nose, but I didn't think that that would be a very wise thing to do. It sounds so stupid."
"It does. And besides, I'm allergic to onions."
"Well then I guess it's a good thing I didn't do it!"
"Link, you're all right!" cried Saria, who had just walked into the room. "Good! I was so worried that you wouldn't make it!"
"Well, I'm fine now."
"I'd really like to stay, but I've got to dash off--I promised Malon that I'd go over there and lending her a hand. She's expecting some new horses today, and wants some help."
"You know I'd come along," Link said. "But I don't think I'm really feeling up to it."
"No, I don't suppose you are," Saria laughed. "But you two had best be heading back. Good-bye!" And with that, Saria strolled out the door.
Suddenly, Zelda remembered something that Impa had told her earlier. "Link, I'm afraid I've got some rather bad news."
"What is it?"
"Meryl's father. He died this morning."
"Mr. Street is dead?! Poor Meryl..."
"I know. This must be awful for her."
"What exactly happened to him?"
Zelda sighed. She stood up and walked over to the window, which was opened slightly. "Well, Mr. Street never was never really ever in the best medical condition. And Marth didn't really help at all when he...well, you know what I mean."
"I guess the Prince is a felon then," Link snorted, getting up and standing next to Zelda. She leaned onto him for a few moments. There was a long silence.
"Well, I guess we'd better be heading back," Zelda whispered, breaking the quietness. "Let's go."
Link followed the princess out the door. They started walking slightly deeper into the woods, where Link's house was. As they were nearing his home, Link's friends came running out of their doors.
"Link, are you okay?!" Brian asked him.
"You've been gone for days!" Conner added.
"What happened to your arm?" Roy demanded, his eyes glued to the sling that Link was wearing.
"It's a long story," the warrior sighed. "Come on into my house, and I'll tell you what went on."
"I'd better be getting home," Zelda said, turning around. "Good-bye, Link. I hope you get better." She delicately blew him a kiss, and then began to walk away.
"Is something going on between you two that we should know about?" Mario joked. The five of them walked into Link's house.
"What do you mean?" Link asked, pretending not to know what he was talking about.
"Oh, come on, it's obvious!" Conner laughed. "Princess Zelda has definitely got something for you."
"Maybe she does, maybe she doesn't," Link said mysteriously. "All will reveal itself in due time."
"Well if you're not going to tell us about that, tell us about what happened to your arm," Brian requested. ~*~*~*~*~*~*
Zelda walked into her father's throne room. The King was already there, as was Marth.
"Daughter! You're back!" the King cried joyously, getting up and embracing her tightly. "I'm so glad!"
"As am I," Marth agreed. He grabbed Zelda's shoulders and kissed her intensley.
Shocked, the princess pushed herself away from him. "Marth, what are you doing?"
"Kissing you," he answered simply. Quickly, the King caught Marth's eye, and shook his head.
"What're you shaking your head for?" Zelda asked suspiciously. "Father, what's going on?" Her father remained silent. "I know you're hiding something from me! What is it?!"
But before the conversation could go on, and messenger dashed into the throne room. He bowed, handed Zelda an envelope, and then ran off again. Zelda glanced at the heading.
"Oh, this must be an invitation," she mumbled to herself.
"To what?" the King asked.
"Mr. Street's funeral! He died this morning!" Zelda shouted, her face getting redder. She looked Marth in the eye. "And do you want to know how he died, Marth? You should already know!"
"Who is this Mr. Streep person you're talking about?" Marth laughed, thinking that she was only joking.
"It's StreeT, you idiot! Not StreeP! If I ever lie my eyes upon you again, I'll combust!!"
Before another word was spoken, the princess dashed out of the room, leaving a bewildered King and Prince.
"What was that all about?" Marth snickered. "Surely she can't be at all serious?"
"Of course not," the King chuckled, though thinking differently. He knew that Zelda was as serious as she had ever been in her life. "But look Marth, there's something your father and I have been meaning to tell you two about..."
"Well, I guess that cure worked," he laughed. "I feel better than ever, excepting my shoulder."
"I can't blame you for that," Zelda said, smiling. "Oh, it's such a relief knowing that you'll be all right. You had me really worried."
"Sorry. I can't control what poisons go into my body."
The princess laughed, and kissed Link's cheek softly. Then she dumped a bowl of cold water on him.
"Brrr! What was that for??" Link asked, now totally wet.
"I'm not quite sure. Impa said that I should do it, so I did it. She also told me to put onion juice up your nose, but I didn't think that that would be a very wise thing to do. It sounds so stupid."
"It does. And besides, I'm allergic to onions."
"Well then I guess it's a good thing I didn't do it!"
"Link, you're all right!" cried Saria, who had just walked into the room. "Good! I was so worried that you wouldn't make it!"
"Well, I'm fine now."
"I'd really like to stay, but I've got to dash off--I promised Malon that I'd go over there and lending her a hand. She's expecting some new horses today, and wants some help."
"You know I'd come along," Link said. "But I don't think I'm really feeling up to it."
"No, I don't suppose you are," Saria laughed. "But you two had best be heading back. Good-bye!" And with that, Saria strolled out the door.
Suddenly, Zelda remembered something that Impa had told her earlier. "Link, I'm afraid I've got some rather bad news."
"What is it?"
"Meryl's father. He died this morning."
"Mr. Street is dead?! Poor Meryl..."
"I know. This must be awful for her."
"What exactly happened to him?"
Zelda sighed. She stood up and walked over to the window, which was opened slightly. "Well, Mr. Street never was never really ever in the best medical condition. And Marth didn't really help at all when he...well, you know what I mean."
"I guess the Prince is a felon then," Link snorted, getting up and standing next to Zelda. She leaned onto him for a few moments. There was a long silence.
"Well, I guess we'd better be heading back," Zelda whispered, breaking the quietness. "Let's go."
Link followed the princess out the door. They started walking slightly deeper into the woods, where Link's house was. As they were nearing his home, Link's friends came running out of their doors.
"Link, are you okay?!" Brian asked him.
"You've been gone for days!" Conner added.
"What happened to your arm?" Roy demanded, his eyes glued to the sling that Link was wearing.
"It's a long story," the warrior sighed. "Come on into my house, and I'll tell you what went on."
"I'd better be getting home," Zelda said, turning around. "Good-bye, Link. I hope you get better." She delicately blew him a kiss, and then began to walk away.
"Is something going on between you two that we should know about?" Mario joked. The five of them walked into Link's house.
"What do you mean?" Link asked, pretending not to know what he was talking about.
"Oh, come on, it's obvious!" Conner laughed. "Princess Zelda has definitely got something for you."
"Maybe she does, maybe she doesn't," Link said mysteriously. "All will reveal itself in due time."
"Well if you're not going to tell us about that, tell us about what happened to your arm," Brian requested. ~*~*~*~*~*~*
Zelda walked into her father's throne room. The King was already there, as was Marth.
"Daughter! You're back!" the King cried joyously, getting up and embracing her tightly. "I'm so glad!"
"As am I," Marth agreed. He grabbed Zelda's shoulders and kissed her intensley.
Shocked, the princess pushed herself away from him. "Marth, what are you doing?"
"Kissing you," he answered simply. Quickly, the King caught Marth's eye, and shook his head.
"What're you shaking your head for?" Zelda asked suspiciously. "Father, what's going on?" Her father remained silent. "I know you're hiding something from me! What is it?!"
But before the conversation could go on, and messenger dashed into the throne room. He bowed, handed Zelda an envelope, and then ran off again. Zelda glanced at the heading.
"Oh, this must be an invitation," she mumbled to herself.
"To what?" the King asked.
"Mr. Street's funeral! He died this morning!" Zelda shouted, her face getting redder. She looked Marth in the eye. "And do you want to know how he died, Marth? You should already know!"
"Who is this Mr. Streep person you're talking about?" Marth laughed, thinking that she was only joking.
"It's StreeT, you idiot! Not StreeP! If I ever lie my eyes upon you again, I'll combust!!"
Before another word was spoken, the princess dashed out of the room, leaving a bewildered King and Prince.
"What was that all about?" Marth snickered. "Surely she can't be at all serious?"
"Of course not," the King chuckled, though thinking differently. He knew that Zelda was as serious as she had ever been in her life. "But look Marth, there's something your father and I have been meaning to tell you two about..."