Stitches out at the dentist yesterday: very quick and painless, and the dentist is very pleased with the healing. So sometime in January we take the moulds for the crowns, and then by February they should be in place. And I think I have to remember to drop a small Christmas present into the dentist as well as a thank-you... but obviously nothing sugary :-D
The horde "Do what?" asked Lord Derby. The sun was warm on the back of his neck and he noticed that the door he'd come through had swung shut. "I wasn't given a lot of choice about the door I came out of, and to be honest there's a chance that Grace might yet follow me. We probably shouldn't hang around." "You were wearing a yellow cloak," said Tomasz. "When you turned you dropped it." Lord Derby looked around him, aware that this was a little theatrical, but also slightly confused by this claim. Predictably, there was no cloak on the ground, just the javelin a short distance away. He walked over to it. "I had no cloak," he said. "I still have no cloak." He picked the javelin up, and just for a moment, like oil slipping across water, he saw a yellow gleam over his skin. "I did not recognise you, milord," said Samual. His voice was deep and troubled, and his speech had slowed down. "I would never have thrown that javelin at you if you had looked like you. You... you were dressed in yellow." Lord Derby turned the javelin over in his hands, examining the blade. "How strange," he said. "Let me turn away from you again, and tell me if this yellow cloak reappears." He turned through a full circle, slowly, and heard no comments from the men up on the parapet. "No?" "You stayed looking like you, milord," said Samual. "Hmm. I was shading my eyes," said Lord Derby. "The sun was in them." He lifted a hand to his forehead, creating a shadow across his face, and there were sharp intakes of breath from both the other men. "This changes things?" "It's like you've drawn up a hood, milord." "The cloak is invisible until you do that," said Tomasz. "A clever device indeed." "I have no cloak that I know of," said Lord Derby. He rested the butt of the javelin on the ground and leaned his weight on it, and lowered his hand. "That is fiercely strange," said Tomasz. "If I hadn't spent this time in your company, I think I'd be hurling a javelin myself." "It is worrying," said Lord Derby, a firmness in his tone. "But as I said, Grace is somewhere about, and I would prefer to encounter her again with many more people around so she must, perforce, behave herself. Where did you get these javelins from? They are... ornate." "There's a stash up here," said Samual. "So just in case you're a demon pretending to be Derby, be aware of that," added Tomasz. Samual looked appalled, while Lord Derby tried not to smirk. "There's words carved into the box they're in, too." "Przeciwko hordzie," said Tomasz, the words sounding guttural but somehow appropriate to the landscape. "Against the horde." "What horde?" asked Lord Derby.
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Stitches out at the dentist yesterday: very quick and painless, and the dentist is very pleased with the healing. So sometime in January we take the moulds for the crowns, and then by February they should be in place. And I think I have to remember to drop a small Christmas present into the dentist as well as a thank-you... but obviously nothing sugary :-D
The horde
"Do what?" asked Lord Derby. The sun was warm on the back of his neck and he noticed that the door he'd come through had swung shut. "I wasn't given a lot of choice about the door I came out of, and to be honest there's a chance that Grace might yet follow me. We probably shouldn't hang around."
"You were wearing a yellow cloak," said Tomasz. "When you turned you dropped it."
Lord Derby looked around him, aware that this was a little theatrical, but also slightly confused by this claim. Predictably, there was no cloak on the ground, just the javelin a short distance away. He walked over to it.
"I had no cloak," he said. "I still have no cloak." He picked the javelin up, and just for a moment, like oil slipping across water, he saw a yellow gleam over his skin.
"I did not recognise you, milord," said Samual. His voice was deep and troubled, and his speech had slowed down. "I would never have thrown that javelin at you if you had looked like you. You... you were dressed in yellow."
Lord Derby turned the javelin over in his hands, examining the blade.
"How strange," he said. "Let me turn away from you again, and tell me if this yellow cloak reappears."
He turned through a full circle, slowly, and heard no comments from the men up on the parapet. "No?"
"You stayed looking like you, milord," said Samual.
"Hmm. I was shading my eyes," said Lord Derby. "The sun was in them." He lifted a hand to his forehead, creating a shadow across his face, and there were sharp intakes of breath from both the other men. "This changes things?"
"It's like you've drawn up a hood, milord."
"The cloak is invisible until you do that," said Tomasz. "A clever device indeed."
"I have no cloak that I know of," said Lord Derby. He rested the butt of the javelin on the ground and leaned his weight on it, and lowered his hand.
"That is fiercely strange," said Tomasz. "If I hadn't spent this time in your company, I think I'd be hurling a javelin myself."
"It is worrying," said Lord Derby, a firmness in his tone. "But as I said, Grace is somewhere about, and I would prefer to encounter her again with many more people around so she must, perforce, behave herself. Where did you get these javelins from? They are... ornate."
"There's a stash up here," said Samual.
"So just in case you're a demon pretending to be Derby, be aware of that," added Tomasz. Samual looked appalled, while Lord Derby tried not to smirk.
"There's words carved into the box they're in, too."
"Przeciwko hordzie," said Tomasz, the words sounding guttural but somehow appropriate to the landscape. "Against the horde."
"What horde?" asked Lord Derby.
Greg - happy to hear things are going well in the mouth department.
Oooh, I like this bit with the yellow cloak. A lot. And against what horde indeed?
Happy to be finding time to get back into this tale again :D
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