Monday, April 15, 2019

DoHP Part 8, Waylan's Diary

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Diary of a Hunter Prince
Part Eight


Being the Fifth Day of the Harvest

Dear Little Book,
I remained in Kildimere until the wedding and coronation. I wanted to cut down on any sailing. I went hunting crocodiles again. This time only with Grant. He was very embarrassed over what happened last time and quite ashamed of himself for not standing up to Ryker. But I put the past behind me. After all I could go hunting again in peace.

When the day of the coronation dawned the beautiful Capitol was even more beautiful. The Pits had been cleaned and the people fed. Happy children danced through the streets tossing flowers and leaves. My family, who had arrived a week ago, took a tour from me, to see everything. I suggested them arriving early so they had time to get over their seasickness. Only Xander and Deborah failed to get sick. Lucky for them. There were so many people crowding into the streets that I was sure that someone would get lost. I was afraid I would not make it to the palace in time. Toledio and I were groomsmen. Hugo got to carry the crown and Cigore carried the banner with the coat of arms.

Verek came into Philip's chamber to find me before the wedding. A very mournful looking Philip was wearing an ankle length red silk robe, embroidered with gold and silver flowers and green leaves. His shoulder length hair was braided. His golden embroidered slippers had long pointed toes that curled and had a little bell at the end. I had done a remarkable job not laughing. But one look at Verek's amazed face and I fell over with uncontrollable laughter. I could not stop even when Philip threatened to feed me to the crocodiles. But I did stop laughing when I was shown what I was to wear. Then Philip smiled and rubbed his hands gleefully. I refuse to describe it.

Anne, looking every inch a princess, came up the isle escorted by father. She was wearing a white robe that slit up the middle and a long sleeve black silk tunic underneath. Her hair had been braided into a tower and a red and white veil arranged on a tiara fell down her back to the floor and over the front to her neck. Two gold bracelets were on her left arm. In her right hand she carried a single lily. A golden chain crossed over her breast and met in the back with a silver clasp. When she reached Philip's side, she moved the Lily to her left hand and took Philip's left hand in hers.

But perhaps I have bored you enough. Who wants to hear every detail about the marriage ceremony. They mixed the traditions of Kildimere and Glittering Island so everyone would be happy. I thought it was stupid. They should have done the Kildimerean version as it is less stupid and showy. Anyway, after the vows, rings and bracelets were exchanged, Philip and Anne were crowned, King and Queen of Kildimere.

The only further thing of importance to note on this day, was that I punched both Master Batrayo and the Honorable Jasper in the face. I would have been punched in return, except Giselladona and her mousy baby stepped between Batrayo and me, then Verek stepped between Jasper and me. Jasper ended up accidentally punching Verek.
“This is not over yet.” Verek told Jasper, “Punching innocent strangers are you. Just you wait. I shall hunt you down and make you pay.” Yaron then told them to behave themselves. I sauntered off feeling proud of myself.

Regards,
Myself

Being the Sixth Day of Harvest

Dear Little Book,
As I come to the closing pages of your book, I prepare to end my adventures and head home. For old time sake, Goldie and I walked down to the Pits. They were no longer a slum. Philip worked fast. But we visited all the old places. People bowed to us. We were certainly celebrities.
“So you leave tomorrow?” Goldie asked, as she paused to touch the door of her old cottage.
“I have been here far longer then I ever should have been.” I sighed. Then I grimaced, “I am not looking forward to the return. I shall certainly be sick for days.”
“What about all your friends here?” Goldie cried, “We shall miss you very much.”
“Even you?” I asked. My heart started pounding. A little like when I am closing in on my prey in a big hunt.
“Of course.” Goldie cried, “I am your friend, right?” she looked away. I put out my hand and touched her hair. She turned. We looked into each others eyes. As if some other force was moving me. I started to lean towards her. She leaned towards me. Then someone yelled and my head exploded.

Regards,
Myself

Being the Seventh Day of the Harvest

Dear Little Book,
I woke up bound and gagged in the dark. Where I was I could not tell. But wherever it was it surely smelled foul. I was sitting on something damp too. I wriggled around and my feet struck something. Another body. I struggled violently. What happened? Where was I? What happened to Goldie?

I heard a lock click, then a door opened. I blinked in the sudden light. A figure was framed in the doorway. Rushamorn. I groaned behind the gag. I heard a scuffling sound by my side. Goldie, also bound and gagged, was lying on the floor. I scowled. Rushamorn strode into the room chuckling. He dragged me out of the room and into the dim light. We were under the sewer bridge.

“Waylan of the Glittering Island at last.” Rushamorn said with a fierce pleasure, “I shall obtain my revenge.” I of course, said nothing. But I thought a lot. “What? Nothing to say?” Rushamorn jeered. His long nails bit into my skin. Tears of pain squeezed out of my eyes. I blinked them back. “Oh you poor little boy, crying for your mama.” the evil man laughed. He ripped my gag off. I could not hold back the cry of pain. Rushamorn laughed long and evilly. “Try screaming.” he sneered, “Shall we see who will come running.”
“Go on then.” I said bitterly, “Kill me.”
“Thank you, I shall.” he sneered. My heart sank.

Rushamorn flung me to the stinking muddy ground and walked off. When I looked up, he was dragging Goldie out of the secret room. I saw that the door was made to look like the stone wall. I struggled violently. But it was useless. Rushamorn flung the girl to the floor then drew his katana.
“Lets hear you scream Hunter.” he sneered and stabbed at me. I twisted slightly then cried out in pain. The katana cut through my side and bonds. Blood poured out of the wound, but I was free. I rolled over and leaped lightly to my feet.
“It might take a lot of work to kill me.” I told him and jumped back. He slashed again. I held out my bound wrists. The blade sliced through rope and scraped the skin slightly. I smiled through gritted teeth. I was free.
“You infuriating pest!” Rushamorn screamed and rushed at me. I leaped out of the way. His katana hit the wall with a dull clang. He grimaced at the impact. I booted him in the back sending him crashing to the floor. But he easily somersaulted over and came up standing. When he turned, there was murder in his eyes. I snatched up a rock and hurled it. He ducked. But he had failed to notice that I really snatched up two rocks. The second one hit him square in the nose. He dropped the katana and fell over backwards. I snatched it up and leaped on top of him.
“Surrender!” I cried.
“Never!” he snarled and stabbed me with a hidden knife. I cried out in pain. The katana slipped and punctured the evil man's neck. Blood spurted. Rushamorn gasped gurgled and grew still. I fell backwards coughing and trying not to cry. I felt like a murderer.

I crawled in a daze over to Goldie and used the knife protruding from my ribs, to free her. She was crying. She put her arms around me and we both cried. That was how Toledio and Uli found us.
“What in the blazes?” was Toldedio's comment.
“Icky!” was Uli's comment. There had been a search party looking for us all night. We had made the returning ship late and annoyed everyone. But I hoped they would think I was punished enough. I was a walking steak and would soon be a very sick one, once we started sailing. But Toledio and Uli were to happy to find us alive to scold us much. I am sure once everyone stops thinking of me as a miracle to be alive they will have plenty to say.

Many happy regards,
Myself,

Waylan, fourth son of Maldirk of Glittering Island

To Be Continued

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