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- From: sbeitzel@netcom.com (Stephen Beitzel)
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- Subject: Re: [Meriden/Jester]:Time Passes
- Message-ID: <1992Dec28.213305.27808@netcom.com>
- Date: 28 Dec 92 21:33:05 GMT
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- Jester looked at Meriden, a vaguely amused expression on his face. "A
- new friend, perhaps?" He flicked his fingers idly, and a small mouse
- ran across his hand and then disappeared. "What was all that about?"
-
- Meriden blinked, momentarily distracted by the mouse. "What? Oh, yes.
- Well, as you know, just as I finished my story, there was a cry from
- outside, and the sound of metal on metal. I rushed out to see what was
- going on, and there was Chalmers, with the woman, Raven, hurt and
- a few dead assassins. I offered to help, and bandaged her leg. Chalmers
- will, as he said just now, be returning shortly, so, yes, I suppose
- he is a new friend. Where *did* that mouse come from?"
-
- Jester wondered aloud, "What mouse?"
-
- Just as Meriden was about to mutter a tart rejoinder, the girl with whom
- Jester had been flirting returned, bringing Meriden's ale.
-
- Jester smiled broadly, his crisp white teeth shining like a beacon of
- flirtatious delight. "My dear," he mused with an obviously conjured voice
- of concern. The waitress stood up slightly, looking (though trying not to
- look as if she were looking) quickly from side to side, and trying to see
- exactly what this odd little man was referring to. "... you truly
- must be more careful." His smile melded gently from one of greeting, to
- one of gentle concern. He quickly produced from midair near her head,
- a good sized golden coin. "Mustn't leave these things lying about you know."
-
- Her expression snapped instantly back from one of confusion, and into one
- of glee. She beamed with excitement as she curtsied slightly. A few of the
- patrons of the tavern who knew her better, chuckled lightly at the sight
- of her curtsy, but her hot stare quickly hushed their festivities. She
- smiled again at the odd looking jester, and walked (a little bit of
- spring in her step) to help another patron.
-
- Jester, still grinning in amusement, turned to look at his equally
- odd looking friend. He sat for a moment, just sitting with that grin, then
- asked of his companion, "Is she gone yet?"
-
- Meriden craned his neck slightly, to see over the shoulder of his
- brightly clad tablemate, and nodded the affirmative.
-
- Jester slumped forward, brows knitted into a scowl, and lip poked
- out slightly, in an odd sort of a "pout". A tiny, odd little green hand, no
- bigger than that of a marionette, reached out of his left sleeve, holding a
- moist mint leaf in its palm. Jester didn't even glance down, he simply
- reached over with the tips of his index, and middle fingers, and accepted the
- offered leaf, one of his strange little habits.
-
- He popped the leaf into his mouth gently, and the wiry little green
- hand disappeared as if it had never even been there. As he chewed on his
- greenery, he exposed the cause of his glumness. "I've really got to quit
- doing that stupid trick. Every time I really get into impressing some
- lovely lady, I let loose with that one, and I'm out a gold coin." He looked
- up at Meriden as if the bewitched little weaver understood completely.
- "They're scarce enough as it is, you know. Heh." He chuckled to himself, as
- he got sort of a faraway look "I still remember that bastard that taught
- me that trick when I was young. He'd encourage me to practice like no
- tutor I'd ever had. And every time, I'd practice till I was broke, and
- he'd walk away all the better for it, mumbling `there's a lesson in this boy.'
- and all the time I thought he meant something about the trick itself, not
- about being a sap. Heh. Heh, heh" Suddenly the brightly dressed Jester's
- whole demeanor changed. He looked at the table between himself, and Meriden,
- then up at his companion.
-
- He smiled brightly, pointing at the full glass between them, "At least
- she forgot to charge us for the drink."
- --
- "Faster, faster, faster until the thrill of speed overcomes the fear of death."
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