Chapter 4 -
Zelda peered through the curtains of the carriage. Had come down from the castle to the castle citadel, people on the street came to observe what was happening, as the carriage with the royal insignia stopped in front of a peculiar construction. It was a house with a brick wall and a tower in the background as white marble, giving a comical impression of having been hastily patched the house.
Four riders excelled mounted on noble steeds, their armor glittered in the sun on their backs the red capes that marked them with the honor of being the elite knights of Hyrule.
The Red Guards.
For each of these riders had four guards in gray armor that seemed to fade in comparison to the splendor of the Red Guard.
The guards had the function of maintaining the population at a distance not to disturb the princess and security. You never know who might actually be lurking in the crowd.
One of the guards came to the carriage and Zelda opened the red velvet curtains so that man could talk to her.
"My highness, it seems Raurur is not there in the moment."
Zelda nodded and opened the door as the soldier walked away giving space to her with confused look the man stammered.
"M-My lady?"
Zelda began walking toward the door of the house, where a woman dressed in servant's eyes widened and blanched as the future regent walked elegantly through the door. The woman bowed while all your bones cracked, Zelda replied with a nod of her head as the woman is refilled in place, her voice sounded apprehensive as she spoke.
"I-I feel Highness to inform but master Raurur ..."
The woman muted when the look of Zelda dug through it, then through the entrance hall, a staircase in front of her, she deduced connect to the second floor where the bedrooms should be. Passing on your left overlooking a dining area and the kitchen later, on your right the entrance to a studio.
The princess began to walk into the studio, the woman stood in her heels while two men of the royal guard put themselves into the house.
The studio was very well lit, high windows let in light into the room. Its shape was circular and its walls had a spiral staircase that followed a series of shelves full of books. Looking straight up at the ceiling, it had a painting of a map of the kingdom of Hyrule.
Zelda looked around the studio, had sofas, armchairs, a fireplace and a desk with various items. She looked at the furniture a second time, the house was particularly large inside compared to the outside, perhaps an illusion caused by the proximity to other houses in the city. The servant stumbled over her words as she shy away from the analytical princess look.
"Your Highness, as I explained to your guards, the master is not yet home, he usually returns most late of his walks through the city."
Zelda walked up to the furniture, getting her back to the servant.
"So I can only wait. Although I have the impression that he will return early today."
Zelda turned to the servant.
"It would be too flippant of me to ask you to provide tea while awaiting the master of the house?"
The servant opened her mouth to reply, but her eyes crossed with Zelda and her mind went dead, she just bowed and walked away as one of the Knights of the Red Guard placed itself on watch at the door, and another prowl through the tall windows. Zelda walked to the desk, some books were still overlapping between notes on scrolls, maps and schemes of Hyrule Castle, and testimony from seven years ago. Zelda assessed that the past was not just a thorn in her heart, but perhaps something her former mentor also carried through life.
Her eyes caught something peculiar, a pictogram, was arranged on a table next corner, she approached and held the pictogram on her hands and time stopped; there was no more room, or waiting soldiers. There was one day in the distant past, a beautiful sunny day, in which her family and the family of Raurur had shared between laughter and amusement. One day with a simple picnic, without guards or politics. Just a day where friends gathered to celebrate the birthday of the young princess and took the pictogram to celebrate, the bonds of friendship which they hoped to persist throughout life.
Little did they know.
Zelda fingered the pictogram as it might wish to reversal time and bring those days back. She then rested her figure back on the table, her eyes gleamed, and keep that featured had a unique meaning in the mind of Zelda. Her former mentor never stopped loving them all.
The princess turned away and sat down in one of the chairs, when she heard footsteps, her eyes went to the entrance of the studio.
A man came in, wearing a set of robes aligned with your body; his hair and graying beard betray his age, though his posture was impeccable, as if time had not been able to bend it. His bushy eyebrows gave him the appearance of an owl while under his beard he had a broad smile, age marks scored his brown eyes that bore an almost youthful glow to figure Raurur.
Zelda stood up while he was making a bow.
"Happy, your Highness, is today, which is allowed to grace my humble abode with your shining presence."
Zelda raises a hand to knights.
"Please excuse us."
The knights looked across and walked out of the studio, nailing eyes in figure Raurur who just smiled at them, while the old servant entered the room carrying a tray with tea and biscuits. Raurur stepped to her usual kind smile.
"Oh let me old friend."
He gently took her tray while the woman rubbed her hands nervously, Raurur waved to her with a wink.
"Thank you, I call you if we need to. Can return to his duties."
The woman smiled with relief and said goodbye to the room with another nervous bow to the princess. Raurur walked to the desk and began to serve tea to Zelda and some cookies. He then served with a warm smile.
"You still have a sweet tooth?"
Hethen walked away going to serve himself, Zelda watched the back of Raurur remembering when she was a child and thought the man was a giant, the kindest giant she ever know. Raurur then put himself in motion with the cup of tea in hand. Strolling through the studio.
"To what I own the grace of your visit your highness?"
Zelda's eyes have not lost the subtle hand movement of Raurur while she lay on the table the pictogram without a sound, making it seem like it never existed.
In fact, the kindest giant she ever knew.
Zelda found herself lost in thoughts and emotions as this visit was turning old memories, her heart pounded as her mind held the reins of your emotions bringing a cold clarity to thoughts.
She would solve only one problem at a time. She then fixed her eyes with his, Raurur kept his serene expression.
"I need to ask you a favor Raurur, something I cannot explain."
The eyes of Raurur became more serious as the gravity of the situation seemed to weigh about the room. Zelda then walked to the desk and rested her cup of tea, then took a parchment and a pen and started scribbling. Rapid and violent risks that did not give a reason to the elegant princess image. Raurur approached by observing the image formed the Wanderer.
"This person is in castle town. And I need to find him."
She then handed the drawing Raurur. He analyzed the figure for a few moments and then rested on the desk, then stroked his beard, his eyes lost somewhere between ideas while he thought the request of Zelda. The princess felt her heart sink while waiting for the response of Raurur. He then looked at Zelda, beyond the cool blue sapphires that put people into a trance, and saw a storm of emotions, which she would never let flow. That was important to her, important enough to bring it to your door, enough to make her trust him even after what he had done to her family. Raurur nodded with a warm smile.
"I'll do whatever is in my reach your highness."
Zelda felt her heart beating in gratitude, she had no words to express, she wanted words and suddenly seven years appeared shortly, she wanted more time to think what to say. She nodded and then stood up and walked to the door. She halted for a moment; there was something she really wanted to say. She looked at him in the eyes, those brown eyes so kind and for the first time she looked away.
"I'm sorry for your loss Raurur, she was a woman admirable. Sorry for not being there to say goodbye."
Raurur smiled and accepted the condolences of Zelda. She then turned and left the room.
Raurur saw her leave the house through the living room, he swallowed the gloom and walked to the pictograph and smiled.
The future never looked so promising.
He looked at the draft of the wanderer and scratched beard.
"Where have I seen you before my young?"