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Thankyou. Chapter 11 of Thom Goes to the Convent will begin momentarily.
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"So, Thom, how did your date go?" asked Alanna. She and her brother were sitting in his room the next day. Alanna had helped her brother prepare for his date with Roger, and was now eager to hear all the goss.
"It was..." Thom struggled for the right word. "Odd."
"How so?" asked his sister.
"We met in the rose garden," Thom explained. " that part was fine, he greeted me and then suggested we go for a walk into the city as he knew of a fine eating house he was sure I would enjoy."
"What was wrong with that?" Alanna asked curiously.
"Nothing really, he just kept making these really strange remarks."
"As in..?"
"Well, we would walk past a member of the Kings Own, and he would yell 'Death to the King and all who follow in his bloodline!'".
"I wonder why?" said Alanna thoughtfully.
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That night a great banquet was held in honour of Douglass' ordeal. He didn't pass, but the King and Queen felt to honour him for trying anyway.
A/N: Marti: Um, Anita? When people fail their Ordeal, they usually die.
Neat: Shhhhhhhhhhhh. They'll hear you! (end A/N)
Roger was Thom's dinner partner. Thom was enjoying himself immensely, although he was still a little confused by Roger's behaviour. Sometime during the eighth course, while no-one else was looking, Roger stood up and flung a large dagger at the Queen. The dagger lodged itself firmly in the queen's chair, just a few centimetres from her head. The Queen and King looked at it, looked at each other, shrugged, and went back to their meal.
"Damn!" said Roger, tripping over Thom's Secret Fairy Diary With Matching Padlock as he sat back down.
Shortly thereafter, during the twelfth course, Roger stood up once again. This time, a small dagger was aimed at the Queen. It lodged itself in the hilt of it's predecessor, promoting much the same response from the monarchs.
"Grrrr!" was Roger's response.
Some time later, in the middle of the twenty-first course, Roger once again stood and threw something towards the dias. The base-ball bat, however, had as little effect as the daggers.
"Damn! I'm out of things to throw!" cried Roger.
Thom chose to ignore Roger's strange behaviour, choosing to concentrate on deciphering the name of the one who was writing him poetry. He had received another note just that afternoon, signed Justas mysteriously "Gaza" It read:
Dear Thomasina,
With the whistle of the wind comes the hoarse croak that is your divine voice.
As the autumn leaves fall, it is the texture of your pristine flesh.
I watch the blood drip away on the practise courts, and I know it is your silky hair.
A boot caked in mud is but a place that you might lay your dainty hoof.
Everything in this bleak and ruffled world is but a window for my mind to your ever-present earth-worm-like glow.
With more love than you'd find in a pigsty full of pigs on heat,
Love, Gaza
He was so romantic, and his poetry was better than any of that that had graced the wall of the Convent lavatories. Thom was far more in love with his mysterious "Gaza" than the man sitting next to him.
The banquet ended within a few hours, and Thom retreated to his room, after exchanging well wishes with his fellow diners. He sat down at his writing desk with the two letters from "Gaza" and took out a writing implement. He then began re-arranging the letters of Gaza's name in an attempt to form a name he recognised. Azag, Zaga, Gzaa, none of these seemed to fit.
He was troubled, however, by images of Roger flashing before his eyes. Roger throwing a dagger, Roger yelling death to Conte, Roger eating spaghetti, the sign in blood red letters on Roger's front door.....
"Oh Mithros!" exclaimed Thom. "I think Roger may like the colour RED!" With that out of the way, Thom returned to his musings. But the visions of Roger kept coming. The books on Roger's bookshelf, the decor in Roger's office, Roger flying a kite...
"Great Mother!" exclaimed Thom. "Roger is trying to..." and he had to think very hard... "Kill the Queen!"
Thom resolved to tell Alanna first thing in the morning. This was definitely big news!
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And there we go! Who said we weren't updating?
Thanx to:
Rachel: Thakyou very muckly!
Devilkitti8: Yes, disturbing is a good thing! Like Gary's poetry.
Thom: It's probably not as quickly as you would have liked, but it's here!!!
Evilstrawberry: Gasp! We actually updated again!
Ariel4: Thanki Danki!
Sarai-IceElf: Such a shame DotG collapsed, isn't it?
Deuce: Yes, very. And thanks for reviewing (nearly) every chapter!
Thanks to all who read, and even more thanks to all who reviewed!
Now, if you really want to make our day, you know what to do! Pretty please? And it has the added bonus that in 6 months when we go and look at our reviews, we may get inspired to write chapter 12.
With more love than you'd find in a pigsty full of pigs on heat,
~Googlepuss
1. Please refrain from eating peanuts whilst reading. It is possible you will begin to laugh and may choke on the peanuts. Also, they may create a mess if accidentally sprayed on your screen.
2. Do not use your CD drive as a coffee cup holder.
3. It is in your best interests not to try to swallow the mouse. This may make it difficult to operate your computer.
Thankyou. Chapter 11 of Thom Goes to the Convent will begin momentarily.
!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!
"So, Thom, how did your date go?" asked Alanna. She and her brother were sitting in his room the next day. Alanna had helped her brother prepare for his date with Roger, and was now eager to hear all the goss.
"It was..." Thom struggled for the right word. "Odd."
"How so?" asked his sister.
"We met in the rose garden," Thom explained. " that part was fine, he greeted me and then suggested we go for a walk into the city as he knew of a fine eating house he was sure I would enjoy."
"What was wrong with that?" Alanna asked curiously.
"Nothing really, he just kept making these really strange remarks."
"As in..?"
"Well, we would walk past a member of the Kings Own, and he would yell 'Death to the King and all who follow in his bloodline!'".
"I wonder why?" said Alanna thoughtfully.
@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#
That night a great banquet was held in honour of Douglass' ordeal. He didn't pass, but the King and Queen felt to honour him for trying anyway.
A/N: Marti: Um, Anita? When people fail their Ordeal, they usually die.
Neat: Shhhhhhhhhhhh. They'll hear you! (end A/N)
Roger was Thom's dinner partner. Thom was enjoying himself immensely, although he was still a little confused by Roger's behaviour. Sometime during the eighth course, while no-one else was looking, Roger stood up and flung a large dagger at the Queen. The dagger lodged itself firmly in the queen's chair, just a few centimetres from her head. The Queen and King looked at it, looked at each other, shrugged, and went back to their meal.
"Damn!" said Roger, tripping over Thom's Secret Fairy Diary With Matching Padlock as he sat back down.
Shortly thereafter, during the twelfth course, Roger stood up once again. This time, a small dagger was aimed at the Queen. It lodged itself in the hilt of it's predecessor, promoting much the same response from the monarchs.
"Grrrr!" was Roger's response.
Some time later, in the middle of the twenty-first course, Roger once again stood and threw something towards the dias. The base-ball bat, however, had as little effect as the daggers.
"Damn! I'm out of things to throw!" cried Roger.
Thom chose to ignore Roger's strange behaviour, choosing to concentrate on deciphering the name of the one who was writing him poetry. He had received another note just that afternoon, signed Justas mysteriously "Gaza" It read:
Dear Thomasina,
With the whistle of the wind comes the hoarse croak that is your divine voice.
As the autumn leaves fall, it is the texture of your pristine flesh.
I watch the blood drip away on the practise courts, and I know it is your silky hair.
A boot caked in mud is but a place that you might lay your dainty hoof.
Everything in this bleak and ruffled world is but a window for my mind to your ever-present earth-worm-like glow.
With more love than you'd find in a pigsty full of pigs on heat,
Love, Gaza
He was so romantic, and his poetry was better than any of that that had graced the wall of the Convent lavatories. Thom was far more in love with his mysterious "Gaza" than the man sitting next to him.
The banquet ended within a few hours, and Thom retreated to his room, after exchanging well wishes with his fellow diners. He sat down at his writing desk with the two letters from "Gaza" and took out a writing implement. He then began re-arranging the letters of Gaza's name in an attempt to form a name he recognised. Azag, Zaga, Gzaa, none of these seemed to fit.
He was troubled, however, by images of Roger flashing before his eyes. Roger throwing a dagger, Roger yelling death to Conte, Roger eating spaghetti, the sign in blood red letters on Roger's front door.....
"Oh Mithros!" exclaimed Thom. "I think Roger may like the colour RED!" With that out of the way, Thom returned to his musings. But the visions of Roger kept coming. The books on Roger's bookshelf, the decor in Roger's office, Roger flying a kite...
"Great Mother!" exclaimed Thom. "Roger is trying to..." and he had to think very hard... "Kill the Queen!"
Thom resolved to tell Alanna first thing in the morning. This was definitely big news!
^&^ &^&^&^&^&^&^&^ &^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^ &^&^&^&^&
And there we go! Who said we weren't updating?
Thanx to:
Rachel: Thakyou very muckly!
Devilkitti8: Yes, disturbing is a good thing! Like Gary's poetry.
Thom: It's probably not as quickly as you would have liked, but it's here!!!
Evilstrawberry: Gasp! We actually updated again!
Ariel4: Thanki Danki!
Sarai-IceElf: Such a shame DotG collapsed, isn't it?
Deuce: Yes, very. And thanks for reviewing (nearly) every chapter!
Thanks to all who read, and even more thanks to all who reviewed!
Now, if you really want to make our day, you know what to do! Pretty please? And it has the added bonus that in 6 months when we go and look at our reviews, we may get inspired to write chapter 12.
With more love than you'd find in a pigsty full of pigs on heat,
~Googlepuss