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Old 03-12-2011, 04:32 PM   #33
Pitchwife
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When Asta had left him standing there and run away to alert Brinn and Rollan, Coldan had tried to make the best of the situation and sequestered himself in his room in order to spend what time he could working on the play he had been writing (or pretending to write) for the last three years: The Fall of King Bladorthin, a historical tragedy in five acts chronicling the last days of the greatest king of Dorwinion. One day, when it was completed, he hoped he would be able to convince Brinn to perform it, and it would earn him the fame he deserved and put that over-prolific scribbler Aldarion in his place. The only problem with that was he had to finish it first, and circumstances seemed always to conspire against his making any substantial progress with the composition, so that after three years, he still hadn't written down more than a few pages of prologue and the beginning of Act I.

This Yavannië afternoon, circumstances conspired as busily as ever, for he had scarcely chewed the end of his quill for a quarter of an hour when he heard agitated voices in the courtyard. At first he tried to ignore them, refusing to let himself be disturbed, but suddenly it dawned on him that Branor and his companions must have returned and the rehearsal was about to begin any moment. Cursing, he dropped the quill, making an ugly blot on the much corrected manuscript, and hurried to join the others.

He was quite surprised to find that rather than getting ready to rehearse, the troupe was gathered around Branor, who was to all appearances solidly plastered and babbling incoherent stuff about the King being a secret spy. Bewildered, he nudged Harrenon, who was standing next to him, and whispered: "Could you please enlighten me vat ze Udûn is going on here?"
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