Beruthiel's post for Shumita
Shumita couldn’t believe what Huan had done. It didn’t seem to make much sense either. Huan was a good dog, well trained even though he was so young. It didn’t seem right that he would bark at nothing. The interruption the dog had caused only made the room more tense as the guests seated themselves again. Shumita cast a quick look at the queen whose eyes gave away her true feelings.
The Queen had surprised Shumita at first, she looked very beautiful and elegant. She was quite different from the bitter lady she served almost everyday. Yet in the Queen’s deep eyes she could see the resentment of being among these people, especially the boy. Shumita didn’t need much time to figure out why. Beruthiel had never had children and must blame herself for it. Shumita guessed that everyone had expected her to bear a child and heir to the throne. Shumita felt a small twinge of pity for the Queen, something she thought she would never do.
Shumita lost her train of thought as something caught her eye. There was something moving at the opposite end of the room, on top of the mantle. The girl couldn’t see it very well from where she was standing but there was definitely something there. Looking around to make sure she wasn’t needed anywhere she walked slowly towards the mantle. The thing had moved back behind one of the vases as if it had felt her coming towards it. Shumita stuck her hand out and moved it towards the vase when
“Shumita!” A sharp voice said loudly. “I…I need some more wine…” The Queen said again trying to make up for her small outburst. Shumita spun around quickly and hurried towards the Queen and poured her another cup of wine. Beruthiel gave her a hard stare and Shumita knew that the Queen didn’t want her to go to the mantle again. She moved back to her familiar corner and stared back down at her feet.
She knew what was behind that vase now. Why on earth one of them would be here Shumita didn’t know, maybe the Queen felt safer with her pets around. ‘Goodness knows why…” Shumita thought.
[ August 15, 2003: Message edited by: Sophia the Thunder Mistress ]
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The seasons fall like silver swords, the years rush ever onward; and soon I sail, to leave this world, these lands where I have wander'd. O Elbereth! O Queen who dwells beyond the Western Seas, spare me yet a little time 'ere white ships come for me!
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