Mark Chance
Boingy! Boingy!
Pete, Tam, Beron, and Shoes follow Alain - who carries a large serving tray laden with food and a pot of hot water for tea - out of the kitchen and across the courtyard to the door leading into the Lady's quarters.
"M'Lady," Alain says loudly but gently.
The sound of a bolt being slid scrapes through the door, which then swings inward.
"Please enter," says the Lady Desdemona.
She is a surprisingly young human, no more than eighteen years, possibly one or two younger than that. She is also strikingly beautiful. Her demeanor and bearing belie her unfortunate circumstances.
"Please come in," the Lady says. "Place the tray on the table there, Alain. I have just enough chairs, gentlemen. Will you join me for tea and --"
"Stew, m'Lady," Alain says almost as if apologizing.
"-- for tea and stew," Desdemona finishes with a gracious smile.
"M'Lady," Alain says loudly but gently.
The sound of a bolt being slid scrapes through the door, which then swings inward.
"Please enter," says the Lady Desdemona.
She is a surprisingly young human, no more than eighteen years, possibly one or two younger than that. She is also strikingly beautiful. Her demeanor and bearing belie her unfortunate circumstances.
"Please come in," the Lady says. "Place the tray on the table there, Alain. I have just enough chairs, gentlemen. Will you join me for tea and --"
"Stew, m'Lady," Alain says almost as if apologizing.
"-- for tea and stew," Desdemona finishes with a gracious smile.
