A Long Day's Knight

[Neale]

Arky

Arky cheerfully stepped outside, and inhaled the morning air. Looking around, he noticed that there were a few faces missing from the planned travel party. "Hmm... must need a wakeup call..." With a few gestures, and a liberal dose of his spell ingredients, Arky caused an earth-shattering (and window-shattering) KABOOM! to split the dawn air.


"Ah... I love the smell of brimstone in the morning! It smells of magery..."

 

[Lady_Siren]

Ariana awoke from an interesting dream one she perferred not to dwell on. Her eyes fluttered open and she notice Rocky hovering over her. Smiling slightly she sat up stretching as he gave her her breakfast. "Thank you Rocky, I am dreadfully hungry" She took a bite of the bread. "Oh do pick out something I can move around easily in, one perferrably I can run in" she said before taking another bite of her breakfast.

 

[Neale]

Arista

Arista awoke with the dawn, as was her wont, and dressed. She was in a particularly cheerful mood, the weather was beautiful, and not even the prospect of setting out on a long voyage with that spoiled brat of a princess was going to ruin her mood. Smiling broadly at the sleepy-faced guards she passed in the corridors of the castle, she made her way to the kitchen, to grab a fresh roll and some meat for a quick breakfast.

For a short while, she was the only ranking person awake and moving about, which was exactly how she liked it. Confident that she outranked everyone in sight, she busied herself ensuring all the preparations had been made for the day's departure. Soon after she had decided all was in readiness, various of her travelling group started arriving. Arista smiled inwardly, truly looking forward to leaving the castle.

Unfortunately for her good mood, the early morning quiet was shattered by a loud explosion, along with every window in the castle, and every horse not specially trained as a warhorse rolled their eyes with terror, and immediately bolted in every direction, dragging the stableboys who had been tasked with keeping them ready for their riders. Arista's first impulse was to go find Arky and throttle him, but she had to chase down the damned horses first. Arky's throttling would have to wait.

 

[Darklord]

A rotten morning..

McBubba had always had problems with pomegranets and now he was so dehydrated that he was choking on the damn thing! Spitting put the seeds he proceeded to choke for a bit while Fook admonished him and carved it for him. "Gods I hate these damn things too" were his thoughts as he stared at the deadly piece of fruit. Of course that was when Arky had decided to blow the fricking castle down. Now Mcbubba had known many ways of soiling oneself over the course of his short, drunken, lazy, women chasing life, but Arky brought to new heights that morning especially since the guards being a little more vindictive than they should to a noble "the messanger must have told the ENTIRE castle the little shit" were the thoughts McBubba had for that situation. Anyhow, the guards had decided that he didn't need to use the privy since he had made use of the princess the night before, so he was feeling it. And he felt it even more after Arky's sonic boom. Looking up at Fook like a startled deer in headlights he squeaked "See you in a few!" and ran to his room to change...

 

[Guest]

Fook

McBubba's expression went through a bewildering series of changes in the moment following the castle-shaking thunder. He charged out of the dining hall, leaving a lingering scent behind that put Fook off the rest of his meal. Fook sighed, closed his eyes and focused on the image of a lunar tulip, but the flower was growing out of a puddle of mud and other liquids and did nothing to center his psyche. He grumbled some unintelligible words and filled his pockets with more fruit and bread from the baskets, then proceeded to the stables.

The boys working there dropped their shovels in unison as he approached and raced for the fence. The fastest arrived with a laugh and the others walked sullenly back to their floor-scraping. Fook waited as his horse was brought in from the pasture. Revered Trotting Grandfather might have been as old as Fook, his muzzle nearly gone to white. The boy saddled up the horse, the horse's swayback making it very easy for the child. He brought out a chunk of wood and set it under the saddle, and Fook stepped on it and easily ascended into his seat, noting once more the comfort of Revered Trotting Grandfather's recliner-like back. He clicked his tongue, and Revered Trotting Grandfather reluctantly plodded to join the rest of the group assembling near the castle entrance.

 

[captainb]

OOC: that's me above (captainb), not "unregistered." this site's a little goofy this morning.

 

[Lady_Siren]

Ariana was just sitting there enjoying her breakfast when a huge explosion shook the entire castle, then everything happened so fast. Ariana jumped out of her bed, tripped over her rug, rolled several feet hitting her head on the dresser. Then when she reached up to grab the dresser to pull herself up she ended up pulling the contents onto her. Muttering a curse that she had heard a local soldier say she stood up finally and brushed herself off. Quickly changing into the clothes Rocky left for her she hurried out of her room. "I am going to kill that Arky if it's the last damn thing I do!"

 

[poohlive]

Ooc: Hey fook, how did you post as unregistered?
this is Rockingham, we have the same computer, and I am still trying to figure out how to change the names.


Rockingham placed the dress carefully into the rather large sack.
"Ok, I've got the mirror's, brushes, hairpins, make up, perfumes, oils, riding clothes, blankets, pillows, the royal princess's tent, not the small one, but the one you like, I decided to stack up some of your favorite food stuffs, and have all your shoes."
He looked at the bulk of the stuff, "Most of the clothes are summer wear, light dresses, some low and high cut blouses with long or shot sleeves, a few hats, even though it isn't really hat season, I also got some of your spring clothes, just in case you feel like a little dab of color on the trip."
He picked it up, weighing well over 3 hundred pounds, and placed it awkwardly on his back.
"All we need is your riding gear, and we will be," he watched as Ariana stormed off. Rocky looked at her odd clothes.
"Princess?" he called, half trotting half limping after her.

 

[Darklord]

McBubba

"To hell with Arky, to hell with the witch, to hell with the princess, I don't need this shit!" were McBubba's thoughts as he proceeded to clean up, change into a fairly foppish set of riding clothes, put a big ole' ranching hat on and started to throw things willy nilly into his saddle bags. "If my bloody fricking father, the bloody fricking Duke of all he surveys, bloody fricking understood the crap I'm putting up with right now, I'd be back in the inheritence right away." he grumbled to himself. Looking quickly around the room he remembered to get two more things, one very vital, the other just an extra. Walking over to his closet he rummaged around till he found what he was looking for, a sword, a gift from his Da, with a fine blade and jewels on the hilt, perfect for a lordling, and never ever used. McBubba was a drinker not a fighter, and hooey on all that love stuff.

Placing the sword by his bags he looked out in the hall, saw no one around, closed his door and thought "Now for the most important thing a man needs when traveling, a spine stiffener." then walking over to a corner he pulled several stones from the wall and reaching far to the back he pulled forward a case full of bottles of Whiskey. "Thank the gods I had a drink with that ex-convict who showed me how to hide things. Liam missed you babies, the finest Borth Whiskey in the World, made by the mad monks of the Borth moutains to the far south east." he thought as he cuddled a couple of bottles and put them in his bags, and grabbing the whole lot headed downstairs to the stables to get his horse, Mighty Tankard..

 

[captainb]

ooc: Umm, Rocky, I dunno what I did. I thought I entered all the info when I posted, but I must not have been logged in. I had to go in and tell the new site to drop a cookie, and it's been fine since then. I guess if you log out, then you'll post as unregistered until you log in again.

 

[Mr. SlowHands]

Sir Ronan MacGlyde

After Ronan's realization that he was entirely naked underneath the blanket as he occupied Arista's bed, he became more fidgety than a princess sprinkled with urine. "I have to get out of here somehow," he thought, considering several polite phrases to say to the Lady Knight, so that she might grant him the concession of turning around so he could dress. Normally, Ronan would have had no trouble, but with her gazing at him it was impossible to think of anything entirely gracious. Finally, Ronan sighed, and leaned up on his elbow.

"Lady Arista, as you can see, I'm entirely naked under this blanket, and yes, m'lady, I'm very grateful to you, errr, not for me being naked, although you might have deemed that necessary, not that I'm suggesting that you needed to see me naked or that you'd have done anything while I was, errr, not suggesting that you did, mind you, but seeing as how I'm alone with you in your room, not that being here alone with you and me naked means anything other than that you removed my clothes and were trying to..... oh, you removed my clothes until I was naked, and... oh....well, I mean, I was unconscious, so I wouldn't have been, you know, umm, aroused or anything, right?.... not that being naked and near you wouldn't normally have me as hard as... *blush*.... what I mean is, I'm not meaning I'd want you to be naked with me....*stammer*... but if you were of course, I'm sure that I'd, *sigh*.... what I mean is that you have beautiful.... errr... are beautiful, m'lady...and that I'm sure any man capable would just love to....ummm.... have you in his company...and *gulp*..."

Arista just kept staring at Ronan, her face totally expressionless, though her eyes were dancing.

"Lady Arista, could you turn around so I can get dressed?" Ronan blurted.

"Your clothing is being laundered, Sir Ronan," Arista smiled, "and your armor is being repaired and polished. Everything will be ready for our departure at sunrise. In the meantime, I got you some fresh clothing to put on." Arista stood, and turned her back to him. "I hope all fits you well, and is to your liking."

Dressing as hurriedly as his sore body would allow, he found the clothes to be a perfect fit. Ronan bowed, thanking Arista again, and beat a hasty departure from her quarters. He knew he was still blushing a bright red.

He wandered the hallways for no less than an hour, searching for his newly assigned room. Finally locating it, he entered, and dropped down on the bed. Here it was a cool night, and Ronan was sweating profusely. He tried to get a bit more sleep, but it just wouldn't overtake him.

Finally, Ronan rose, and finding his things had been delivered to his room, began sorting through them and repacking for the day's journey. As sunrise finally sent its first beams through his open window, Ronan's armor and washed clothing was delivered.

As he was armoring himself appropriately, a huge explosion rocked the castle. Unfortunately, Ronan had just been sheathing his sword, and it flew from his hands, and stuck point downward through his right foot. A moment later, as the pain swept into his brain, Ronan screamed. Upon yanking the sword from his foot, blood began pooling on the floor. Grabbing the sheet from his bed, he tore off a strip, and made a makeshift bandage. Wrapping it securely around his foot, and applying pressure, the bleeding finally stopped.

Pulling on his boots, and letting out yet another blood-curdling scream as the right one popped into place, Ronan stood wobbily to his feet. Stowing the other things, Ronan left the room, afflicted now not with one, but two terrible limps.

Pausing in the hallway for reflection, Ronan thought of the irony. "I got to get back to the friggin' war, where it's safe," he exclaimed to himself.

Reaching the stables, he selected an available war horse, a big roan stallion with a white blaze on its forehead. Having a squire saddle the big creature, Ronan led it outside, and tethered the horse to the tailgate of a supply wagon, then hoisted himself painfully up beside the driver. Sitting himself down on the flat board seat reminded Ronan of the collision his balls had had with the stone lion, and no matter how much he fidgeted, there was just no comfort to be found. He sighed deeply.

The only thing that helped him put his blue balls, the arrow wound, the sword wound, and the severe headache out of his thoughts, were the recurring thoughts of what an ass he'd made of himself in Arista's room.....

 

[Lady_Siren]

Ariana didn't pay much heed to Rocky following her, her mind was set on the goal of straddling and beating Arky. It seemed everytime she tried to get a quiet moment that old coot had to go and blow something up! "Well not anymore" she muttered as she continued on her way to Arky's room.

 

[Neale]

Arista

Arista's daily headache had really gotten a good start already with the accident-prone idiot she'd spent the night taking care of, and Arky's breakfast explosion was NOT helping it one bit. "Dammit, Arky," she snarled, wincing at the sound of her own voice, "MUST you continually blow things up?"

 

[Neale]

Arky

Arky looked at the Lady Knight, puzzled, "Explosion, dear? That wasn't an explosion..." he scratched his beard, "Why, not a single wall came down, well, unless you count that old wall by the privy... Here, let me get my materials together, and I'll show you what a REAL explosion looks like! Betcha I can put a hole right through the castle's main curtain wall from here!"
Arky started rummaging through his pack, where he kept the larger quantities of spell components, only to be stopped physically by Arista, who grabbed him by the hands, and pulled him up to her. Fixing him with a steely gaze directly into his eyes, "No. That. Will. Not. Be. Necessary." she gritted through her teeth.

 

[Lady_Siren]

Ariana marched right up to Arky taking little notice of Arista except to grab Arky from her hands and shake him. "WHY MUST YOU ALWAYS BLOW UP THINGS WHEN I AM RELAXING" she yelled at the top of her lungs. "i sware if you make one more explosion" she said more calmly, "I will blow YOU up!" and with that she spun on her heel nearly colliding with poor Rocky who stood there in a dumbfounded silence. She headed to the kitchen in hops of finding something to make up for lost breakfast.

 

[Rockingham]

Rocky hit the ground, hard. His ass made an audible sound throughout the castle's halls. It hurt, a lot, with the package on his back. He tried getting up, with little avail.
Finally, one of the servants helped him to his feet. He gave a thank you, before going to Ariana's horse. She stood there proudly, the most beautifullest one in the lot. He quickly loaded up her riding blanket and mount. She would have a comfortable ride, he would see to that.
Rocky whislted for his own steed. A stubborn mule came loyally out to greet him.
"How have you been?" He kissed the mule's nose. After placing the rather large sack on the mule's back, he picked up his own. An apple, an extra shirt, and a little doll was inside his small satchel. He placed it next to the princess's.
Sighing, Rockingham mounted the mule.

 

[Neale]

Arista

Arista mounted her own horse, wishing already that the day was over... She wasn't getting paid NEARLY enough for this. To hell with hazardous duty pay, she was putting in for early retirement after this mission! Once she was up on her steed, she walked him around some, working the kinks out of her back. Maybe, just this once, everyone would get to the courtyard, and they could depart before the crack of noon...

 

[Darklord]

Walking along McBubba felt the side of his bag again and was relieved to feel the shapes of the bottles he had managed to save from Liam and Arista's vengeance on him. With that his spirits lifted and he began to whistle a fairly jaunty toon as he came out into the courtyard. He yelled to the stable boys to fetch him his horse. One of the boys came back soon with his horse, a mid sized stallion with a hefty appetite for carrots and the other sex. Stepping up to him McBubba placed his belongings on him and stood for a minute with his hands on the saddle. "You know, if I didn't have to put up with the witch AND the bitch, this wouldn't be so bad a trip." he thought, then shrugging he mounted with some difficulties his horse and rode over to join Fook on one side of the courtyard.

 

[Mr. SlowHands]

Sir Ronan MacGlyde

For over an hour, Ronan sat on the supply wagon's hard, narrow seat. The ache in his butt became larger than life, and began throbbing again. Ronan had mixed feelings about this, as he was beginning to forget about his throbbing head, his throbbing foot, and his aching crotch. True, he was used to riding, but not on a flat board!

Lowering himself unsteadily to the ground, Ronan limped and hobbled, half-dragging his freshly wounded foot behind him. He made his way over to Fook, who, of course, was clear across the courtyard. He stopped and looked pleadingly up at the healer, who sat there proudly on a sway-back horse as old as the surrounding hills.

"Fook, I would be ever grateful if you could render some remedy for yet another fresh wound," Ronan groaned, pointing to his right foot. "Also, my head, my ass, and the stones that will hopefully one day make me a father, are all in need of pain relief. Can you help me?"

Suddenly, the rancid belch of a man staggering by was caught by a mild breeze and directed the foul stench directly into Ronan's nostrils. He would have been okay, under normal circumstances. But Ronan was feeling anything but normal, and the wretched odor he'd just inhaled ran rapidly to his stomach. Turning away from Fook, Ronan ran, hobbled, limped, hopped, stumbled, and grimaced his way across the courtyard toward the castle. If he could just get to a bucket somewhere, he would upchuck his breakfast without making a terrible mess.

Just as he reached the nearest entrance, Liam came walking out, presumably on his way to give the travelling party a kind farewell. Ronan ran into the man at full, hobbling speed, and the two tumbled in a tangle to the ground. At the same instant, Ronan lost his resolve to hold his breakfast down, and out came everything he'd devoured only half an hour before sitting on the wagon.

Liam was pinned beneath the large knight until Sir Ronan had finished the dastardly deed. Finally, Liam was able to push the burly, wounded knight off of him. He stood to his feet, looking entirely unfit for a proper sending off. Ronan had sprayed him, basically, from the top of his head, clear down to his toes.

Ronan tried to mutter an apology, and tried to wipe off the goo, but he was just smearing it into poor Liam. Finally, with a sigh, Ronan motioned to a squire to help Liam, and dropping his shoulders in despair and defeat, he hobbled into the castle to clean his armor, wash himself off, and change. Could this get any worse??? He groaned.

 

[captainb]

Fook

Fook sat calmly on his mount as the others slowly assembled. Already it was half through the morning, yet stragglers were still arriving. He sighed and intertwined his fingernails, listening with some trepidation as Ariana and Arista read the riot act to Arky. The mage was notoriously single-minded, and rarely able to see beyond his own narrow world-vision. Arista had barely stoppd him from another pyrotechnic demonstration, although since he had been purposefully trying for an explosion he would most likely have just caused Rocky to turn pink and fly to the castle turret. Wait, hadn't that really happened? He frowned, trying to remember...

Ronan appeared next to him, moaning about another series of wounds. Would the man never know a moment without some malady or another? Fook was trying to make sense of his words and pointing fingers when McBubba trotted into the picture and unleashed a belch from the swamps of Stygia.

Revered Trotting Grandfather's life was uncomplicated. He slept, pooped, ate grass, pooped, ate hay, pooped, and slept some more, usually with a random poop here and there. The other horses avoided him, the stablehands cleaned up after him, and the funny old man sometimes came out to ride him around the pasture, which helped work the kinks out of his back. But nothing had prepared the old horse for the vomitous stench that issued from the strange man's mouth. He squealed, pooped, and kicked out with his hind legs, narrowly missing the offending creature but striking one of his bags with a sharp crack, and continued bucking and jumping across the courtyard. Fook's belongings flew in all directions, and the old man desparately tried to grab the reins. But his fingernails had become entangled again and his cap slipped over his eyes, and it was only the bucket-seat-like ride on Revered Trotting Grandfather's back that kept him in the saddle. The servants and squires yelled and dashed around, generally turning confusion into chaos but actually doing little of any real help.

Before any further damage could be done, Revered Trotting Grandfather whirled and smacked his snout into a tree, causing his bucking to cease as he stood shaking his heavy head. Fook twisted his fingers again and his hands flew apart, knocking the hat off a squire that had just grabbed the loose reins. Fook reset his cap on his head, and laid his braid carefully back into position. The horse allowed itself to be led back to the rest of the group as his belongings were reassembled, Arista waiting with a sour look on her face. Stopping in front of her, Fook inclined his head and calmly intoned, "Fish in sea like flea on dog, always present but difficult to catch." Then he looked around serenely, his horse calmly munching on the end of a stray saddle-bag.

 

[Lady_Siren]

Ariana approached her horse. Stroking he rnose she murmured softly into her ear and smiled lovingly. She and Pridith had been together since Arian was 14, she loved Pridith with all her heart and often felt as though Pridith was the only one who understood her. Smiling she noticed Rocky then and hurried over to him "Rocky I am so very sorry for knocking you over and being so rude, you know how I am in the morning" she tilted her head to one side slightly her eyes were sincere. "Can you ever forgive me?"

OOC: how old is Rocky anyway? I'm just curious

 

[Darklord]

Walking by Fook and Ronan, McBubba felt a good old belly rumbling belch coming on, letting it go even he gagged at the smell of it. Stumbling behind the horse Fook was riding to escape the smell he was all of a sudden kicked by the horse right on the bags, CRASH! Flying a few feet through the air and hitting the ground didn't slow the speed with which McBubba rolled over, opened his bags and sighed in relief to see that it was only the bottle of expensive cologne he carried that had been broken, pulling the pieces free of the bag he gave them to a squire and sniffing his now quite dapper smelling clothes went to his horse. When the boys brought him out he smiled, after all Mighty Tankard, his second horse after the first one died from Alcohol poisoning from drinking to much whiskey with his owner, was a good stout horse who could trot for days on end, if he had the will power to do so, but usually he prefered to take his breaks with the young fillys in the pasture.

 

[Isolde]

Arista

Arista closed her eyes and swore she was going to count to ten before she let her temper go and flayed someone alive. She was at seventy-five when she heard someone clearing their throat by her knee.

Looking down, she saw a cleaned up Liam though the odor coming from him told her he was still in need of a good bath before he announced himself to the king with a report of the military doings of the castle as he did every morning. His eyes, as they met hers, said,"Better you then me" and she scowled down at him from the perch of her horse.

Leaning as far down as she dared and as close to Liam as she could without adding to the mess that had covered him, she said,"If I live through this and I am all too afraid I will, I am going to seriously consider finding a small cave somewhere and becoming a hermit. I hear they live long lives."

"And boring ones," Liam replied with a chuckle.

"Boring would be a welcome change right about now," Arista replied as she sat back on her horse.

Eying McBubba with a suspicious eye, she turned to take stock of who was there.

"Lets get this circus on the road," she shouted out as the wagon carrying the provisions and cook joined the misfit crew. "Where the hell is Ronan? For the love of all the gods combined! Can we please get going before we have to camp in the castle courtyard for the night?!"

 

[Rockingham]

Ooc: Slightly older than Ariana, just out of his teens.

Rocky smiled very warmly at Ariana. He always liked it when she was nice, she was an over all very pretty woman, but when she was nice something lit up inside her. He always waited for when she became nice.
"It's ok Princess. It was my fault, you know how clumsy I am, I didn't break anything inside your pack though. I even checked, all of the mirrors were just fine."
Rocky looked at the group about to leave the gates.
"I suppose I am your bodyguard on this trip, so stay close to me, and I'll make sure no one tries any of that funny stuff."
Rocky winked at the princess, and tried to look very strong and distinguished.

 

[Isolde]

And Introducing:

OOC: The prince is up for grabs to anyone reading who would like to play him. Anyone game?

IC: Prince Ralphie LaQuiche (yes that is his actual name) stood in front of the window of the war room. Well, it was a war room and it had maps and swords and everything a war room required but it also had something more. It had flowers.

And I dont mean a few flowers hear and there, I mean the whole room was fragrant with them. They rested in pots, in vases, in every concievable place and potting object that they could. And this room was no exception. You could not go anywhere in the castle but every room and hallway was almost drowning in flowers.

And the gardens! You did not want to get anyone (especially the king) started on the gardens. They were so heavy with flowers that no one could walk the paths anymore. For the queen refused to have any gardner cut down any of the flora in or around the castle so that it almost looked like it wasnt there. In fact, the last invading army who tried to lay seige to the country had to stop, turn around and ask for directions from the town just before that of Quiche before they could attack. In fact the town of Quiche was saved simply because the army could not
find the castle due to the overgrowth and went on to conquer the kingdom over the hill which was much easier to locate and get to...no thorns to scratchup their gleaming armor.

So the Prince this morning was not actually looking out of the window, per see, but simply staring at an overgrowth that covered the spot where the window was supposed to be. The growth being so heavy that the only reason the prince knew that it was morning was because the hourglasses were meticulously turned by the castles servants in order to keep time. Not that this stopped our young prince as he stared out at green foilage and envisioned the sunrise that he knew must be there somewhere beyond the castle walls.

And this is the position that Corinth, his tutor and father figure found him as he opened the door to the room. Turning his fine, chiseled features towards the door at the older man's entrance, the young prince carelessly ran a hand through his touseled blond hair and stared hard at Corinth with his electric blue eyes. The prince's tanned features were enough to make any maiden's heart swoon and many had until they heard him speak.

Now it wasnt like the prince was stupid. No, that would have been too kind, the prince rather was extremely gullible and apt to fall for any wives tale or simple rumor. It was thus that the king and queen hoped to marry him to Princess Ariana because they knew she had a strong will and would likely be able to steer the Prince away from selling the castle for....say some nice marsh property just waiting for a summer cottage to be built upon it.

"Corinth," The prince smiled as his friend and teacher entered,"Do you know that I heard the most interesting thing last night? One of the kitchen wenches told me that carrying a mixture of rotten eggs and stinkweed in a burlap pouch around one's neck would be sure to keep the monster away as I was swimming in the moat which I am often wont to do. And, I tell you, it works and it only cost me five crowns!"

Corinth stopped in front of the boy and looked him up and down. "Yes, well that would account for the smell that I detected even over your mother's overpowering aroma of flowers. It would also account for the stain that is seeping into your good tunic at this very moment from that same burlap bag about your neck."

Pausing for emphasis, he added,"And might I remind your highness that not only do we not have a moat monster, we do not have a moat. It was drained five years ago to make way for more of the queens foilage."

Instead of being upset about being duped, the Prince's face beamed in a brilliant smile. "Corinth! Dont you see! It worked! Now I never have to worry about another moat monster again!"

Corinth simply sighed, rolled his eyes, made a mental note to have the cook crack down on the help fleecing the prince and mumbled under his breath,"Or anyone else for that matter."

Aloud, he said,"Yes, Your Highness, now if you would be so kind as to follow me? This is the war room and your lessons are being taught in the library and we are already late. With the bath you must now have we will be even later."

With that, he walked out the door and down the hall, the prince following like a happy puppy at it's master's heels.