Duh Duh Duh…the notorious George Cooper is back…in the flash! Climax coming soon, maybe in the next few chapters. Who is the mysterious Cecile?
Just a few things. Once I am done with this book I will start up Earth's Last again. I liked this story better so I put my other one on hold. No matter. All of them will be finished up sometime. I do have to say that I am quite mad at all you readers out there. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW.
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These lyrics are going to be pretty hard to fit into the story, seeing as there are no Jet Plains or fast trains. And it won't be Ceci who wants to leave, either. Work with me here buddies.
Get onboard a fast train,
Travel on a jet plain, far away…
And Break away….
He had me pinned. My blush was evident, but then again I have been known for having a few tricks up my sleeve.
"Me? Know you? Uhm…" I took a step back and looked into those eyes. I knew them so well. That face, full of trust and compassion and laughter. And his big nose. Looking at it wanted to make me giggle. I squished the thought within an inch of its life. "No."
He still didn't look completely convinced. "Well, Lalasa I have to be off. Lots to do. And if you see anyone like her, do tell me." He left, his long legs carrying him out the door and through the shop faster than I could run.
"Such a peculiar man. You know he is having search parties put out to find a stray maid? A maid! Search parties…the man is almost as strange as Alanna about that. It isn't a bad thing," She rushed to assure me, "It is just peculiar."
"Very." I mumbled through clenched teeth. 'Me?' I thought. Couldn't be, though. No one cared about me that much, for sure!
"Hm. Has the Queen picked her dress yet? Perhaps I could show her the white lace she could add…" Lalasa walked out of the back room, mumbling to herself. I looked out the window to find the sun farther down in the sky than I remembered. My shift was over by a while. I walked out the back door and into the cool, crisp air.
"One day a Lioness fought the Dragon,
And, oh! What a fight it was…"
A boy walked by me, singing in a sweet little boy soprano voice. I hummed the melody as he walked away. I was sad and home sick, but I didn't want to go back to the orphanage just yet. I milled around outside of shops for a good part of an hour, and ate an apple from the fruit shop where the girl and her father who had helped me before worked. They seemed happy to see me, and they didn't report any missing apples so I was relieved.
"Lionesses be nimble, Dragons be quick,
Who could win, without silly old tricks?"
I finished the last few verses of the song, and laughed at myself. Singing about the Lioness was the same as praying to your mother, to me. If I had had a mother, that is.
"'Ey! Cecile!" Jess was sitting on top of a low fence, surrounding some farm animals. "Care ta' join us?" She asked.
"Sure." I thankfully climbed up onto the fence. "Isn't it a bit late for you guys to be out?" I motioned to Leah and Daniel, who also sat on top of the fence.
"Naw. It in't like the place is jail, is it?" She asked me. "Just a place. You know? Ta' sleep and meet people." She smiled. "'Nd soon I won' even be there 'nymore. Nope. Sixteen. Four more year'." She was practically bouncing with excitement. "Im a-gonna go everyhwhere, once I'm free. Not leavin' one place un-looked." She sat up straighter and looked me in the face. "What 're you goin' ta do, once your' free?"
"I am free, in a way." I said, then grimaced. I was not free, far from it. "Well, see, I was tied down…to a place. And I just felt so…wrong there. Like, everyone else was fine with it. But not me. And then, one day, I just…left. Up and left in the middle of the night. And I came here." I had never told anyone that much of the story, and I was worried about how she would react.
"I wish I 'ould do that. Up and leave. 'Specially John. Ugh!" She sighed and rolled her neck in a full circle. "What did it feel like? Bein' free? Was it…neat?"
"Uhm, well I missed people. I was sad and tired and alone. I had Cricket, but after a while you start to question your sanity when you talk to a horse." Jess giggled and I smiled. "But, yeah I guess it was cool. Knowing I wouldn't have to wait for that bath, or get pushed around by some stuffy noble. Be looked down upon or frowned on or anything. Yeah, it was nice." I prattled on and on, spilling my guts to Jess. At some point I realized that Leah and Daniel got up and left, but Jess just told me to keep going.
"Well, lets' star' ta head back." Jess said sadly.
"Yeah." I glanced at the sky to find it nearly black. "Whoa!" I said.
"Get's dark here fast, eh?" Asked Jess and then laughed.
"Fast, fast, fast." I whispered. We walked along, Jess telling stories of John when he was really young and of the parents that she could barely remember.
"Wonder who popped by f'r a visit." Jess said as she glanced at the barn. Cricket was in her usual stall, being lazy and getting a bit plump. The stall next to her stood empty, but then one farthest away from her, in the shadow of the hay-stock, was a fine black mare with a white-gold mane and tail. She had a small blaze running down her cheek, and only one stocking. She was a beauty.
"Let's go see." I said. She looked oddly familiar. Maybe on of the nobles from Pirate's Swoop horses. I didn't really take care of them or any other pets much when I worked there. People were easier.
"Prob'ly some rich money-bag who wants a k'd ta push aroun'." Jess said, but walked calmly into the building alongside me.
"Are you sure? No new people, no new kids who don't look familiar? Nothing?" An impatient voice asked from one of the rooms that led off of the main entrance way.
"No, ma'am. We have one new girl, but she is nothing like that. I am not sure where she came from, but…" The voice, obviously the one they call Madam Demoille, the woman who runs the orphanage, was talking to someone. And Ceci knew that someone's voice anywhere.
"Ugh. Let me see her. Have you no paintings? Fingerprints? Papers of Recognition? Do you let just anyone into this place?" Alanna the Lioness, in all her power, was starting to lose her patience. Ceci could hear it in her voice.
"Let me call one of the girls, and she will be sure to fetch…the new girl." Madam Demoille said politely. 'Have I told anyone my name?' I wondered.
"No need," Jess said. She had walked to the door while I wasn't paying attention to her. "Cecile is right here." She pulled me into the small sitting room, where Madam Demoille sat behind a large wooden desk, and the Lady Knight stood in front of it, face flushed with anger and coppery hair sticking out at odd ends.
"Goodness I am getting to old for this." Alanna sighed as she looked at me. "Cecile? Odd name. Not many with that name, except our Ceci." She stated, looking into my own Golden-green eyes. Strange-for-strange, I thought. "You don't exactly look like her, but those eyes…" She mumbled something incoherent, and then turned back to Madam Demoille. "I will be taking Cecile to the Palace for further questioning and a test for the Gift." She stated bluntly.
"The…The gift? Sir, Madam…Knight, I can not let you take…Cecile without a written permit and…" She was cut off from saying anymore by a purple-eyed stare and a flash of anger. "Uh…I guess…just fill out this form." Madam Demoille handed Alanna a slip of parchment, a quill, and some ink. We all waited tensely for Alanna to finish and Jess nudged me. She had escaped, somehow, and had come back with my little brown bag of clothes and things.
"Thanks." I mouthed to her. She nodded and walked off.
"And here you are." The lady knight handed the parchment back to Madam Demoille. "Come along. My ounce of patience for the day has been wasted." Alanna said to me, and nearly dragged me out of the room.
'Uh-oh.' I thought. 'This won't end well.'
Hahahahahaha! Cliffy! :-PPPPPPPPP
It has multiple chins and multiple tongues.
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Anyway, shower and eat and stuff and then maybe write chapter seven. 7 7 7 7 7 7 7 7 7 7 7.