| Agrivaine's Thoughts: Part 3 |
| Agrivane ran the gelding until Ralliagh began to pant and stumble and foam at the mouth. He realized that the horse's heart would burst...and he reined Ralliagh in. The Prince had most definatly outrun the knight in his heavy armor and on his brawny charger...but he was even deeper into Pictish country then he liked to think. Agrivaine himself was pictish in some areas.His mother was a Celt of Avalon and his father a brash, Scottish king of the Orkney Isles. His brother had got the red or blond hair of the Scots and Celts, but Agrivaine...looked overly Pictish with deep Celtic roots that stretched deeper into his soul then he liked to think... His eyes darted to and fro, as the horse shook madly and panted. Twas bad enough to be caught by a hermit off your guard as a warrior shouldn't be...but to be in the Forest Sauvage, lost deep in the darkness and mist? Never again would he ride for pleasure at night. The horse seemed to have recoved mostly, but wouldn't be fit to ride any more this night...he must stay here or ride the horse to death under him, and neither alternative appealed to him. In the end, he was quite able to curl up in gnarled tree roots, with naught but moss for a bed and his cloak for the blankets. And so he was dozing quietly when he was found. It so happens that had the young Prince gone a few more yards into the forest, he would have happen upon a castle, belonging to the knight Sir Ector. He was found by Ector's friend, Sir Grummore Grummerson, whom was the knight that he had "stolen" his horse back from. Grummerson had tracked the man into the forest and spied on him from behind the brush to be sure that he was really asleep. Grummerson first tied the lads legs at the ankles, and then bound his arms and had them behind his back. he knotted the lad in a cloth blanket and tossed him over the charger's back. The knight bound Ralliagh's halter to the saddle of the charger and led the horses and the Prince to the lonly Castle of the Forest Sauvage. Easnadh soothed his brow, and caressed him gently. The Prince sighed. "It's fine now, m'love," she whispered softly,"I'm here now, with you..." Agrivane opened his eyes and took a deep breath. Light softly filtered through an open window and he stared at the glow for awhile. A dream, wandering on the edge on Gone, while the lad tried to hold on to the memory. It was slipping through his fingers. A servant simply entered without knocking, and began to light the fire in the autumn morning. He glanced the Prince's way, and returned to his duty. Not two minutes time had passed until the servant brought back clothes and left again. Agrivaine arose and dressed himself, and went down to the main hall. It was deserted, and the Prince wandered the grounds and stables and halls until another servant found him for supper in the Main Hall. At the long table sat the Lord and his son, with a few odd knights including Grummore Grummerson. They looked his way and he sat quietly, slinking into a seat as the Master bellowed to the slaves to bring out the food, and the workers scattered to obey. "Ahem..." Grummore turned to the Prince as the food was brought out on great trays, "So...you're finally awake." "I believe so, sir." Agrivaine sliced the roasted boar. |