After the meal, the princess' maid Sero ushered them upstairs to get their habits, nun-like bonnets that no royal female under thirteen was permitted to leave the castle without, a symbol of their virute and status. Zelda, for her part, always wore her crown and mantle, and was ready to go. Link was in his usual long green and gold velvet robe. He wore it not by choice but by convention and the insistance of the Queen, although he did choose the color. He silently slipped out of the room.
Sneaking along the castle hallways to avoid detection by Her, Link made haste, and soon was standing in the glittering Castle Armory. In these days of peace it was more of a museum, but a deadly one. 'This place should be guarded,' thought Link.
Surveying the walls of weapons, Link chose a long, delicate yet powerful scythe. It was at once foreboding and decorative, perfect for a Sunday jaunt into town. The base of its blade was ringed in golden olivine, and the handle was ebony carved with images and signs of the goddesses. 'Fit for a king,' he thought, though he would have preferred a sword, but no scabard he owned would fit over his robe. 'Just another reason not to wear a robe.' He ignored the thought and passed from the room, with the scythe going on before him.
When Link returned to the main foyer, the whole family was there ready to go, complete with two castle guards. Link had good reason not to trust the safety of his family to the guards. As a child he'd snuck into the castle right under their noses. Link had improved the training program since then, but still he trusted no weapon besides the ones in his own hands.
"Link, what is that," Zelda gasped at seeing the scythe. "You aren't going to take that awful Gerudo weapon into town!" It was almost a command, but he was tired of taking his commands from the Queen. He didn't even answer her, but led his family into the bright September air, down the short path, and through the gates into Hyrule Castle Town.
