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Authors: P.D. Ceanneir
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that goatee twisted full circle before falling to the ground.
Soujonn, his face a mask of pain, ran at them. He headed for Magnus, because he was unarmed and easier to deal with, but a loud voice stopped him.
“ That is enough !”
At the entrance to the training ground stood Lord Rett in half armour with his sword, Selnour, meaning Death Shroud, strapped to his back. He also wore an angry frown.
He marched straight towards them and unsheathed Selnour.
“Ohh... we are in the shit now!” mumbled Magnus.
To everyone’s surprise, the Red Duke totally ignored Soujonn and his friends, stomped past them and came to a halt in front of Havoc, still frozen in a defensive pose against Soujonn’s attack, and he relaxed the stance as he saw the duke’s dark-eyed frown.
“Well, young prince, do you want to take on a real warrior instead?” he asked, Selnour hanging by his side.
Magnus and the girls tried not to laugh. Lord Rett, with that withering statement, not only accepted Havoc as a worthy opponent, but also insulted the four Vallkyte boys into an embarrassing silence.
“No master, not until I have learnt all that you can teach me,” said Havoc, with a serious look on his face.
“Then ground your weapons,” said the champion, and Havoc rammed both of his swords into the sand.
Rett turned towards Soujonn. “Are you still here?”
Soujonn’s face went red, he was about to say something and then thought better of it; everyone in the land had heard of the Red Duke’s prowess with a blade.
“Pick up your filth and get off my training ground; don’t come back until you have learnt how to fight!”
The Vallkytes teenagers either carried each other or limped out of the grounds.
Lord Rett looked at the girls, whose smiles slowly faded. He indicated the entrance with a thumb over his shoulder and simply said ‘out!’ in a loud, no-nonsense voice; the girls knew they had outstayed their welcome, and left rather quickly.
“You left yourself open too many times,” Lord Rett said to Havoc. He rounded on Magnus. “And you should never leave yourself unarmed at any point in a fight.”
“You were watching?” asked Magnus incredulously.
“Of course, I saw them come in. Now get my training ground tided up.”
The princes looked at each other and shrugged as the duke stomped off.
Then their training master stopped halfway to the entrance and turned; the smile he wore lightened his handsome, dark features. “Ohh... And lads, that was very nicely done.”
Havoc and Magnus beamed at him, and then set to work tidying the sand lane.
The Vallkytes left two days later; there were no tearful goodbyes. King Kasan and the delegation left in the early hours of the morning, leaving only extinguished fires smouldering on the plain.
King Hagan and Cinnibar stayed for the rest of that week, enjoying the hospitality that the Roguns had to offer. Cinnibar was shown around the flagship, Pollmion, and she insisted to Hagan in a jovial manner that she simply must have one, because, in her capacity as the Countess of Sonora, one of her many titles, the prestige must be maintained. Hagan, for his part, promised that his shipwright would build her one.
There were tears, however, when it was time for the sky ships to leave, Cinnibar and her Havant entourage were very happy to sail in the flagship. The twins cried throughout the goodbyes and received a warm hug by their father. Although the children had stayed before over the years – Havoc and Magnus had stayed in Sonora for the summer in the past – they knew it could be for a long time. Their father was concerned about the defensive ability of his capital city, it being a free trading port and open to all.
The sky ships churned the water to foam as they lifted into the air, flying away to the north as silently as they had arrived.
The summer months rolled in and warm wind later became winter chill. The king made his battle headquarters in the citadels garrison,
Soujonn, his face a mask of pain, ran at them. He headed for Magnus, because he was unarmed and easier to deal with, but a loud voice stopped him.
“ That is enough !”
At the entrance to the training ground stood Lord Rett in half armour with his sword, Selnour, meaning Death Shroud, strapped to his back. He also wore an angry frown.
He marched straight towards them and unsheathed Selnour.
“Ohh... we are in the shit now!” mumbled Magnus.
To everyone’s surprise, the Red Duke totally ignored Soujonn and his friends, stomped past them and came to a halt in front of Havoc, still frozen in a defensive pose against Soujonn’s attack, and he relaxed the stance as he saw the duke’s dark-eyed frown.
“Well, young prince, do you want to take on a real warrior instead?” he asked, Selnour hanging by his side.
Magnus and the girls tried not to laugh. Lord Rett, with that withering statement, not only accepted Havoc as a worthy opponent, but also insulted the four Vallkyte boys into an embarrassing silence.
“No master, not until I have learnt all that you can teach me,” said Havoc, with a serious look on his face.
“Then ground your weapons,” said the champion, and Havoc rammed both of his swords into the sand.
Rett turned towards Soujonn. “Are you still here?”
Soujonn’s face went red, he was about to say something and then thought better of it; everyone in the land had heard of the Red Duke’s prowess with a blade.
“Pick up your filth and get off my training ground; don’t come back until you have learnt how to fight!”
The Vallkytes teenagers either carried each other or limped out of the grounds.
Lord Rett looked at the girls, whose smiles slowly faded. He indicated the entrance with a thumb over his shoulder and simply said ‘out!’ in a loud, no-nonsense voice; the girls knew they had outstayed their welcome, and left rather quickly.
“You left yourself open too many times,” Lord Rett said to Havoc. He rounded on Magnus. “And you should never leave yourself unarmed at any point in a fight.”
“You were watching?” asked Magnus incredulously.
“Of course, I saw them come in. Now get my training ground tided up.”
The princes looked at each other and shrugged as the duke stomped off.
Then their training master stopped halfway to the entrance and turned; the smile he wore lightened his handsome, dark features. “Ohh... And lads, that was very nicely done.”
Havoc and Magnus beamed at him, and then set to work tidying the sand lane.
The Vallkytes left two days later; there were no tearful goodbyes. King Kasan and the delegation left in the early hours of the morning, leaving only extinguished fires smouldering on the plain.
King Hagan and Cinnibar stayed for the rest of that week, enjoying the hospitality that the Roguns had to offer. Cinnibar was shown around the flagship, Pollmion, and she insisted to Hagan in a jovial manner that she simply must have one, because, in her capacity as the Countess of Sonora, one of her many titles, the prestige must be maintained. Hagan, for his part, promised that his shipwright would build her one.
There were tears, however, when it was time for the sky ships to leave, Cinnibar and her Havant entourage were very happy to sail in the flagship. The twins cried throughout the goodbyes and received a warm hug by their father. Although the children had stayed before over the years – Havoc and Magnus had stayed in Sonora for the summer in the past – they knew it could be for a long time. Their father was concerned about the defensive ability of his capital city, it being a free trading port and open to all.
The sky ships churned the water to foam as they lifted into the air, flying away to the north as silently as they had arrived.
The summer months rolled in and warm wind later became winter chill. The king made his battle headquarters in the citadels garrison,
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