|
|
Post by Ollie on Mar 15, 2008 0:50:14 GMT -5
His smile returning, Lord Burqe nods smugly. “Oh, I know Master Regent. And that’s what I expect as well, to do nothing less than an admirable job.” His hand resting on his hip, Burqe chuckles as he watches his men spar.
Ser Isaac parries a sloppy thrust made by Ser Jerrit, spinning the blade from his hand. With a friendly laugh, he taps the flat of his blade lightly against his friend’s helmet. “Lord Terrence! A win for you and for House Blackwood!” the victor calls cheerfully, sheathing his blade.
“Raventree Hall and our Lord Paramount look to be in good hands Ryan,” Burqe says looking back to the Regent. Glancing about the castle grounds, Lord Piper takes his first long look of Raventree Hall. “It is good to be away from Pinkmaiden, truth be told.”
|
|
|
|
Post by Horas on Mar 15, 2008 21:22:12 GMT -5
Terrence claps loudly for the winner. "You're good, Ser," he says to Ser Isaac. Then he waves an admonishing finger at Ser Jerrit, "But you need to practice more! If this was a real battle, he would have chopped off your head just like that!"
Ryan laughs at Terrence, then looks to Burqe. "Thank you, Burqe. I didn't ask for this, and Gods know I wish Warren was still around, for his boy if nothing else. But I do the best I can." At hearing Burqe's desire to be away from Pinkmaiden, Ryan gives a wry smile. "Why's that? The missus hounding you about something?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Ollie on Mar 15, 2008 23:33:08 GMT -5
The knights each give a short bow before the Lord Paramount, tiny beads of sweat forming on their foreheads. “S’true milord,” Jerrit says, handing over the sword and shield to the younger Mollace. “Might’ve been different if’n I had m’spear, but I don’t wan’ta skewer poor Ser Isaac, do I?”
“If only there were a missus to hound me at all. I’ve yet to find her,” Burqe says with a glum pull at the corner of his mouth. Then with an introspective chuckle, he continues, grinning, “But if you find her Ryan, please, don’t hesitate to point her out.”
|
|
|
|
Post by Horas on Mar 16, 2008 15:06:15 GMT -5
Terrence nods sagely. "Skewering would be bad." He rubs his nose absentmindedly. "But sometimes Cook Amy skewers a duck over the fire, and that's good."
"There are plenty of lovely ladies in the Riverlands, and even more abroad," Ryan says, "But I wouldn't rush into marriage if I were you. Enjoy your youth, Burqe."
|
|
|
|
Post by Ollie on Mar 17, 2008 1:48:42 GMT -5
The knights find the young lord’s comment startlingly amusing, and uproar of guffaws filling the courtyard. Lord Burqe glances over his shoulder at his men in amusement before returning to the Blackwood.
“Lovely ladies there might be plenty of, but you forget Ryan that I carry one wherever I go,” he smirks, tapping the dancing maiden emblazoned over his heart. “In any case, it’s not a lovely lady I seek in a bride, but the mother of my son. Plenty of time to enjoy my youth, and other sweet maidens, after that’s assured, eh?” Burqe jests, flashing Ryan a sly wink.
|
|
|
|
Post by Horas on Mar 17, 2008 2:09:14 GMT -5
Ryan snorts. "I'd hope you'd treat your lady wife with more respect than that, Burqe. We already have enough Rivers in the Riverlands."
|
|
|
|
Post by Ollie on Mar 17, 2008 2:23:46 GMT -5
"Fear not my friend. I speak in jests, no more than that," Lord Piper chuckles at the Regent's concern. Burqe beams grin at Ryan and pats him on the arm assuringly. "Trust that I need nor want any stream of Rivers flowing from Pinkmaiden. I'd much more rather use my waters to make a mighty river of my own, in truth."
|
|
|
|
Post by Horas on Mar 18, 2008 2:08:16 GMT -5
Ryan nods. "Then I wish you luck with that, Burqe."
|
|
|
|
Post by Ollie on Mar 18, 2008 23:12:56 GMT -5
As their conversation comes to an end, Lord Burqe Piper and his men enjoy a hearty meal. Nothing so far extravagant as to name it a feast, but it was no meal made to disappoint. The following morning the Pinkmaiden men make their departure from Raventree Hall.
|
|
Hope you all are well and happy.