Corin and the Bard
King Grosveneur was slumped in his throne, massaging his head with one of his hands. He didn’t care if the whole of his court was watching this display of overwhelming disappointment concerning his son. He just wanted to do what was right. Grosveneur lifted his head briefly from the comfort of his hand only to see the court staring at him unblinkingly. “Well?” He asked, a little more loudly than he had meant to. The word echoed throughout the hall. “He’s my son.” The King of Beauclair looked around at the people who were supposed to be advising him and frowned. He knew what they expected of him, but he just simply couldn’t banish his only child; no matter how great the offense. “Bring him here.”
The King’s command was quickly transferred to a guard who was standing at the doors of the Throne Room. Almost as quickly, Gervais, Prince of Beauclair, walked into the room, his boot heels clicking hollowly throughout the court.
Gervais’s manner was not of one who stood on the brink of banishment for his gambling debts. It was the manner of someone who was much too important to care about some petty offense he might have caused. King Grosveneur picked up on his son’s attitude, and wasn’t at all surprised. This was just the way he had expected Gervais to act. Gervais stopped a few feet away from Grosveneur’s throne.
“What is it, Father?”
Grosveneur’s expression darkened. Gervais pretended not to notice, and instead began to examine his elegant lace cuffs. The King traced his fingers over the complicated filigree on his throne, never taking his eyes off the proud man standing in front of him.
“You have a rather large gambling debt, son.”
Gervais looked up and snorted. “Yes, I know.”
Grosveneur took a deep breath and then stood up. “Gervais,” He clenched his fists at his side while he looked at the seemingly disinterested man in front of him. “You have given me little choice of what to do with you.”
“Oh, please, Father!” Gervais scoffed. “You have every choice. You are the King!” Gervais’s face turned red, and a vein at his temple throbbed. It was obvious now that Gervais was very much concerned by what his father might do. The room became even more silent as Grosveneur sucked in a breath and tapped his thigh with his finger. Even Gervais stood stock still and appeared to be holding his breath. Then the King of Beauclair spoke.
“I hereby banish Gervais, Prince of Beauclair, my son, and heir to the throne. His banishment shall be lifted as soon as his debts are paid. You must leave immediately.”
Gervais stared in shock at his father. “You’re not serious.”
Grosveneur raised an eyebrow. “Oh, but I am. And I did say immediately.” His tone was shockingly hard. Gervais took a step back, made a sarcastic bow, and left the room. Shortly thereafter, everyone else left too. After all, no one wanted to see their King cry.
“Parumvir is nothing to Beauclair…do you not agree?”
Corin Geoff groaned inwardly as another question was hurtled at him from the fop of a prince he was accompanying. When he had volunteered to guard the banished prince, he had imagined great adventures to befall him…but already six weeks had passed and they had found no form of excitement; except for when Gervais had sunk waist deep in mud, nearly ruining his favorite outfit. Mud was hard to get out of clothes, as Corin had soon discovered. Realizing that he had not answered the Prince’s question yet, he quickly supplied him with one.
“Of course, My Prince. Nothing to Beauclair at all.”
Gervais smiled and nudged his horse onward, clueless that when he rode ahead, Corin lifted his eyes to heaven and mouthed, Why me? One of the other guards rode ahead and patted his shoulder sympathetically as he passed. Ever since Corin had successfully purged the mud from the Prince’s clothes, he had become Gervais’s favorite person. At first it wasn’t so bad. Gervais had been fairly sullen and quiet throughout the first half of their trip, therefore, he had not been bothering Corin. Then they had crossed the border to Parumvir, and suddenly, Gervais was lively, talkative, and to Corin, very annoying. He guessed that the Prince was practicing his “charming” skills for the Princess of Parumvir.
Corin slowed his horse down so that he was well behind the other soldiers. This was nice. No nagging prince, no muttering soldiers...just the forest and the birds. Corin took a deep breath and closed his eyes. There was something calming about woods. Then Corin realized he had fallen a good ways behind the rest of the men. So he tapped his horse lightly to catch up with the others, the jingling of his horse’s belled bridal causing squirrels to scatter. As Corin neared his group, he heard Gervais call to him from up front.
“Where’s my favorite soldier? Corin! Come ride with me!” Gervais waved Corin up to his side and settled down to tell him all about his wooing of the Fair Lady Genevieve.
Village folk crowded around the Prince of Beauclair and his infantry as the group neared the castle. The crowd was full of “oohs” and “ahs”, and Gervais countered their interest with smiles and waves. Corin felt sick as he realized that this was probably the most adventure he would encounter. The princess would probably fall in love with Gervais at first sight.
And that would be that.
No trolls, no giants, no strange faerie folk…just a betrothed prince and princess. Corin was pulled out of his muse by the castle gates opening. He was so caught up in self-pity that he hadn’t realized that they were this close to the castle. A short, fat man bustled out of the castle doors and bowed to Gervais. As they had neared the castle, Corin had fallen behind Gervais and the rest of the soldiers, so he couldn’t hear what the man was saying. Gervais suddenly dismounted, so Corin and his comrades did as well.
The little man escorted Gervais into the castle and left all of the Prince’s men standing in the courtyard. Corin scowled at Gervais’s back and rolled his eyes when he saw the prince turn to wink at a stern looking old lady. The last sight he saw before the doors closed was the woman fluttering her hands about and rushing up a flight of stairs. The Prince’s men looked around feeling quite awkward. No one had shown any bit of interest in them so far. Then the doors to the castle opened up again. The same little fat man came bobbing out over to the men. He stood at the front of them, (on his tip-toes) and said in a quivering voice, “Will Corin Geoff please step out? His Highness, Prince Gervais, requests his assistance.”
Corin sighed. He thought that Gervais would have completely forgotten him, but, apparently, he was wrong. Corin stepped sullenly forward, and followed the dithering man up the steps of the Parumvir castle.
“This way, sir.” The little man held his hand out to the left hallway. They walked up a flight of stairs, and Corin (completely forgetting his impending encounter with the Prince) looked awestruck around himself. Beauclairs palace was nothing to this. While Corin’s home palace was garish and fashionable, Parumvir’s was tasteful and unique. Corin wanted to stop to inspect paintings and busts of past family members, but the little man was leading him quickly down the hallway. At last, Corin’s guide stopped at the front of a door.
“This is the Prince’s room.” Without another word, the little man scurried off, while Corin knocked on the door.
Corin grimaced at his Princes voice. He sounded quite at home here already; and he hadn’t even seen the Princess yet. Gervais turned around when Corin walked inside his room, and frowned. “I need your help, dear friend.”
Corin coughed. “With what?” There was nothing worse, Corin thought, than being a Prince’s confidant. Gervais raised an eyebrow, and Corin checked himself. He added a, “Your Majesty.” which seemed to satisfy Gervais. The Prince gestured for Corin to sit as he did so himself. “Romancing is a delicate operation that should not be taken lightly. Wine?” Gervais picked up a glass of wine off of a table beside his chair and held it out to Corin, who refused. Gervais shrugged. “Suit yourself.” He sighed and sipped the wine delicately. “Where was I? Ah, yes. A painter must not make a mistake on his canvas; if he does, he must get a new canvas.” He looked meaningfully at Corin. “And I don’t want to have to get a new canvas.”
Corin tapped his heels on the floor. “Yes, yes. No one wants to get a new canvas, but what does this have to do with me?”
“The point where you come in, dear fellow,” Finally, he was getting to the point. “Is when I sing to the Princess.”
“What?” Corin didn’t think he wanted to know where this was heading.
Gervais must have noticed Corin’s distressed face, because he said, “Not to worry. I only need you to write a song for me. You see, I can’t sing without my music written down for me. My fool of a father rushed me out of the palace so fast, I forgot to bring my most favored music, and I cannot for the life of me remember a single song! You will help me, won’t you?”
Corin opened and closed his mouth like a fish. “Write your own song! You know more about music than I do!” Corin was standing up now, and yelling at the Prince. How could Gervais expect him to do that? It was humiliating!
I am a soldier! Not some prince’s personal bard! Corin’s thoughts flew from anger to indignity. What did Gervais expect him to come up with anyway? The Prince himself was calm and collected. He had expected this. “You have no choice, Corin.”
The Prince had a point. He was just a soldier and had to do his Prince’s bidding. Corin’s shoulders slumped in defeat. “When does it need to be done?”
Gervais smiled. “Good man.” He stood up. “In answer to your question, tomorrow morning.”
“Tomorrow-…now wait just a minute! That’s not long enough! May I at least find a song for you to sing and not have to write it?”
Gervais pondered that a moment. “No. She mustn’t know it.” Then he patted Corin’s shoulder. “Why don’t you go outside? Find some inspiration, hm? Whatever you choose to do, leave my room. You’re tracking mud on the rug.”
Gratefully, Corin left Gervais’s room and stood in the corridor. Now which way led to the outside?
Corin looked up at the sun. It was a hot day, he was sweating, and he had not had even a hint of inspiration. Then a thought struck him. Why did he have to be outside for inspiration? Surely the insides of the castle would be just as inspiring. Just as he was heading up the castle steps, the doors opened and a cat marched out; its tail held as high as though it was a flag flying from a castle’s turret. It pranced deftly down the stairs, and paused in front of Corin. The cat looked up and showed Corin it’s ugly face. Corin stared in awe. He was looking at a cat with no eyes that moved as sure as though it owned the world. Perhaps this was the inspiration he had been looking for?
Then Corin realized that the cat was waiting for something. Its tail was twitching in a way that meant it was unhappy. Then Corin realized the problem. He moved out of the cat’s way and watched as it padded surely down the rest of the steps, to head to the garden. Corin followed slowly behind. The peculiar feline seemed to know where it was going, and seemed to have a purpose. Corin saw the cat round a rose bush and then it was gone. He watched but the cat did not reappear. Corin had decided that the insanity of his having to find “inspiration” had caused him to lose his mind when he heard something.
It was a beautiful voice, coming a little ways away from where he was standing. Corin approached the sound with curiosity and wonder. He could just make out the words of the song now.
“Oh, my love is like the blue, blue moon
Floating on the rim of June!
Oh, my love is like a white, white dove
Soaring in the sky above!”
Just as it was getting even lovelier, Corin stepped on a twig. The singing instantly stopped, but Corin had just enough time to see the cat dart around a hedge. Corin wasn’t about to let it go. He scrambled after it, and watched as it hid in a bush. Corin dove in after it and grabbed the cat’s middle. It hissed and clawed Corin’s hands and face raw, but he would not let go. Finally, Corin had the feline held securely by the scruff of its neck. The cat was now emitting guttural growls and batting at his captors face periodically. Corin laughed at it, which caused more growls. “Now you listen to me.” Corin whispered menacingly at the cat. “I know you had something to do with that song. Now tell me what that was!”
Corin kept his voice soft; he didn’t want anyone hearing him threaten a cat. He shook it and asked again. If someone had asked him why he thought the cat would actually answer, he couldn’t have told them.
Corin nearly dropped the cat when he heard it speak. “You-you really can talk?”
“Yes, and by the way, you are holding a knight of Farthestshore by the scruff of the neck!” Corin dropped the cat. To his surprise, it sat down. “I am the great Sir Eanrin of Rudiobus! And that song was meant for my true love.” The cat managed to look tragic. “It is meant to be sung to a woman of great beauty.” The cat curled his tale around his paws. “Tell me, why are you so desperate to find out what song that was?”
Corin sighed. “Prince Gervais needs a song to sing to the Princess. And he wanted me to write one.”
Sir Eanrin snorted. “So you decided to threaten me to give you one. How rude.”
“Forgive me, but I’m quite desperate. I’m just a soldier and I don’t know the first thing about writing a song.”
“Well, I can’t say I understand your position, for my Prince would never make me do something against my will, but, I will help you.”
Corin breathed a sigh of relief. “Then you will give me the song?”
“Since you put me down, yes, I will give your Prince my song. But you must give me one piece of information.” His tail flicked back and forth as he spoke. “Why is that Prince of yours suddenly here to pay his respects to Princess Una?”
Corin paused a moment and then answered. “He was banished from his kingdom for his gambling debts.”
“Was he? How interesting…” Purred Sir Eanrin. “One more thing, what are you doing, a strapping young man, running around finding songs for a prince who hasn’t done a days work in his life?”
Corin thought a while. He had become a soldier in the hope of finding adventure. And he had volunteered to escort his Prince for the same reason. “I thought there would be adventure in it.”
Sir Eanrin sat a moment before saying anything. “If it is adventure you crave, go to the
and cross over to the other side into Goldstone Wood. I will make sure you go
on the right Path. There will be plenty for you to do there. Now, if you will
excuse me, I have some toads to catch for Prince Felix.” Sir Eanrin of Rudiobus
was gone after that; padding off to go catch toads. Old Bridge
Dusk came, and with it, the fog. It rolled in like dragon’s smoke, and settled by the
where a figure stood. It was the figure of a man, staring off into the other side
of the woods. He had a sword at his side and a bow on his back. He took one
step closer towards the other side, and the bridge creaked under his weight .
He took another step, and another. Just a few more and he would be in Goldstone
Wood. Old Bridge
He took them; and like some sort of hungry animal, the fog swallowed him up, leaving no trace of his leaving.
But two people saw him leave. Two men who watched the young man take his fate into his own hands.
“Why did you tell him to go, Eanrin?” asked one of them.
“Forgive me, my Prince, but I thought it would be good for him. He yearns for more than the normal life.” Sir Eanrin was standing in his human form, looking sightlessly at Goldstone Wood.
“I will keep him as safe as I can, for now.” Said the Prince of Farthestshore. “The Dragon lies in his future. I pray he will let me save him.”
The two men watched Goldstone Wood a little longer, and then departed when night had finally covered them.
Clara darling, brava! I LOVE the fact that Sir Eanrin gets to cameo in so many stories; this one was a gem!
Good job, Clara! This imaginative story was most entertaining. I was giggling almost all the way through it. I think it was very clever how you crafted a story from the point of view of one of Gervais's soldiers. And let me just say here and now, that you wrote Gervais extremely well! :)
And of course I loved the part when Eanrin told Corin to put him down. Lots of fun!
Brilliant, Clara! I love it! :)
Very nice! :) Well-written and intriguing!
Loved it!! =D
Thanks everyone!!! All of your sweet comments mean so much to me! I can't wait to read all of the other stories. :)
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