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Sunday Snippet, June 20, 2021

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I’m posting from my current writing WiP, Song and Shadow, a prequel to Song and Sword. It’s a rough draft and I still don’t have an actual outline for it so it’s going to be a fun ride.  

Picking up from last week.

“I don’t know how to step on toes,” Hierik said softly. “I’ve spent my whole life not doing it.”

“For now,” Pashevel replied, “simply greet your guests one by one and thank them for coming. They aren’t expecting you do anything like that, so that should be enough to throw them off balance and keep them guessing.”

Hierik drew a deep uncertain breath and nodded, managing a weak smile.

“I’ll be with you,” Pashevel assured him, putting a hand on his shoulder as he turned toward the nobles, all of whom were ignoring them while at the same time trying to watch them, curious about this strange Crown Prince of the Elves as the rumors flitted throughout the ballroom.

 

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Sunday Snippet, June 13, 2021

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I’m posting from my current writing WiP, Song and Shadow, a prequel to Song and Sword. It’s a rough draft and I still don’t have an actual outline for it so it’s going to be a fun ride.  

Keep in mind this is a rough first draft. (The big paragraph in this snippet needs to be beaten a bit.) 

Picking up from last week.

…“a prince should mingle with all of his guests.” He nodded toward the crowd of nobles and Hierik made a face.

“I don’t want to. And they don’t want me to.”

“Being a ruler means doing things that duty requires, whether you want to or not,” Pashevel said gently. “Besides,” he added, his eyes twinkling with mischief, “it doesn’t matter what they want. One of the first things you need to learn is to do what is right, regardless of the opinion of others. That’s not to say that you don’t take others into consideration when making decisions, but there are times when trampling on toes is necessary if you want them to dance to your tune and not their own.”

“I don’t know how to step on toes,” Hierik said softly. “I’ve spent my whole life not doing it.”

 

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Sunday Snippet, June 6, 2021

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I’m posting from my current writing WiP, Song and Shadow, a prequel to Song and Sword. It’s a rough draft and I still don’t have an actual outline for it so it’s going to be a fun ride. 

Pashevel and Hierik are still at Hierik’s birthday party. 

“Are you really the Crown Prince of the Elves?”

“I am. But my experiences and my relationship with my people have been, and are, much different than yours.” He glanced toward Kurtzen. “But I have the feeling that your relationship with your father is not going to be much different than the one I have with mine.” He smiled. “I can tell already that the two of you have much different outlooks on things.”

“How so?”

“I’m a Bard,” Pashevel explained with a wink. “Now,” he said, “a prince should mingle with all of his guests.” He nodded toward the crowd of nobles and Hierik made a face.

“I don’t want to. And they don’t want me to.”

 

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Sunday Snippet, May 30, 2021

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I’m posting from my current writing WiP, Song and Shadow, a prequel to Song and Sword. It’s a rough draft and I still don’t have an actual outline for it so it’s going to be a fun ride. 

This month we’ll get to see Pashevel… well, let’s just say that the ways of a Bard are subtle and sharp.

 

“I don’t think you won any points with my father,” Hierik told him later, when the receiving line was finished.

“He didn’t win any points with me, either,” Pashevel replied with an indifferent shrug. He sobered and held Hierik’s gaze for a moment. “From what I understand we leave in the morning?”

“Yes. An early breakfast and on the road before sun up.”

“Can you be ready to leave before sundown?”

Hierik nodded. “Everything is packed and ready. The only thing left for me to do is to choose and name my traveling companion. A-are you still willing to travel with me, Your Highness?”

“Just Pashevel. And, yes. More than ever.”

Hierik tilted his head curiously but Pashevel shook his head. “Another time, Your Highness.”

 

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Sunday Snippet, May 23, 2021

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I’m posting from my current writing WiP, Song and Shadow, a prequel to Song and Sword. It’s a rough draft and I still don’t have an actual outline for it so it’s going to be a fun ride. 

This month we’ll get to see Pashevel… well, let’s just say that the ways of a Bard are subtle and sharp.

Kurtzen paled briefly at the mention of the breach in protocol but Hierik’s eyes widened. Pashevel gave him a brief wink and he relaxed.

“Prince Pashevel. Thank you, indeed, for gracing us with your presence. And please, send my apologies to your father. I did not think that something as simple as a birthday celebration would be of interest to his Highness.”

“The successor to our neighbor’s throne is of a great deal of interest, Your Highness,” Pashevel replied. “We had no idea of your tradition regarding the Passage, and I do hope that I may be permitted to accompany him, as I am here to learn about your ways. And I would be honored if he would journey to Alur’va’sia with me.”

“A prince should travel his own lands and get to know his own people, but I see no harm in his broadening his knowledge. There is little enough known about your people.”

Pashevel bowed again to the king; straightening he gave Hierik a quick wink and passed into the castle, leaving a stunned silence in his wake.

 

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Sunday Snippet, May 16, 2021

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I’m posting from my current writing WiP, Song and Shadow, a prequel to Song and Sword. It’s a rough draft and I still don’t have an actual outline for it so it’s going to be a fun ride. 

This month we’ll get to see Pashevel… well, let’s just say that the ways of a Bard are subtle and sharp.

 

“Father,” Hierik said. “Pashevel is here as my guest, not as a performer, and although he did offer, it would be discourteous to expect an invited guest to perform.”

The king’s displeasure deepened but he could not speak out against his son’s words, not in front of the assembled nobles, so he nodded.  “Forgive me. It was only a desire to hear new music that made me presume upon your talent. That, and having heard many good things about Elven music.”

Pashevel smiled, bowing just enough to claim his place as an equal to the court.

“Your Highness,” he said. “Thank you for permitting me the honor of accepting your son’s invitation to attend his celebration. Rumors of your hospitality have even reached Elven lands, and my father, King Vellindrin, would send greetings and congratulations had he been informed of this occasion.”

 

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Sunday Snippet, May 9, 2021

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I’m posting from my current writing WiP, Song and Shadow, a prequel to Song and Sword. It’s a rough draft and I still don’t have an actual outline for it so it’s going to be a fun ride. 

This month we’ll get to see Pashevel… well, let’s just say that the ways of a Bard are subtle and sharp.

 

“I said he is my guest. He is the Bard from the tavern last night. Surely you saw him speaking with me.”

“And if you didn’t,” Pashevel said, his voice soft but pitched so that the king could hear it, “then you were doing a poor job of guarding your prince.”

The guards flushed and he stepped past them, greeting Hierik with a warm smile.

“Thank you, Your Highness, for honoring me with the invitation.”

“Thank you for accepting it. Pashevel, may I present my father, King Kurtzen. Father, this is Pashevel, a most excellent Bard that it was my pleasure to speak with last night.”

“My son’s guest, is, of course, welcome,” Kurtzen replied smoothly, although Pashevel could clearly read his displeasure at his son’s choice of guests. “Being a Bard, perhaps you would play for us later?”

Hierik caught his breath, wanting to protest, but Pashevel smiled. “It would be my pleasure,” he said. “If the court musicians would do me the honor of sharing their stage with a guest.”

Hierik fought back an urge to laugh as Pashevel smoothly gave Kurtzen a lesson in protocol and manners.

 

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Sunday Snippet, May 2, 2021

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I’m posting from my current writing WiP, Song and Shadow, a prequel to Song and Sword. It’s a rough draft and I still don’t have an actual outline for it so it’s going to be a fun ride. 

This month we’ll get to see Pashevel… well, let’s just say that the ways of a Bard are subtle and sharp.

 

The castle doors opened and Pashevel fell in with the nobles as they began making their way toward them. The King and the Prince stood just inside the doorway, greeting each noble and accepting their congratulations and well-wishes.

The guards crossed their halberds to bar Pashevel from entering but Hierik intervened.

“Let him in. He is here as my guest.”

They hesitated, looking past him to the king.

The monarch shrugged and Hierik flushed. “I said he is my guest. He is the Bard from the tavern last night. Surely you saw him speaking with me.”

“And if you didn’t,” Pashevel said, his voice soft but pitched so that the king could hear it, “then you were doing a poor job of guarding your prince.”

 

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Sunday Snippet, April 25, 2021

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I’m posting from my current writing WiP, Song and Shadow, a prequel to Song and Sword. It’s a rough draft and I still don’t have an actual outline for it so it’s going to be a fun ride.

Picking up from last week’s snippet.

“My son!” the king announced. “Prince Hierik, Crown Prince of the Realm!

The cheer that went up was somewhat less enthusiastic than the one for the king had been and Pashevel saw the way the prince’s head fell, noticed the harshness in the way that the king turned to him. Slowly Hierik raised his head, looking out at the crowd and they stilled, waiting for him to speak.

Seeing his hesitation Pashevel took a half step as if shifting position to get a better view, but it was enough. Hierik noticed the movement in the otherwise motionless crowd and smiled, relaxing as he locked his gaze on the bard he had met the night before.

“Welcome,” he said. “Thank you – all of you – for coming to my birthday celebration. I hope you will enjoy the food and entertainment that will be provided for you, and I am looking forward to meeting you as I begin my Travels.”

The speech, Pashevel realized, was formulaic, delivered as if it had been memorized since early childhood, and the crowd responded as if they had heard it before – six times before he would wager – and Pashevel added public speaking to the list of things that Hierik needed to learn.

Two years. He had two years to teach the Crown Prince everything he needed to know in order to rule. Two years to teach what should have been learned over a lifetime.

Two years.

Two years to keep him alive.

 

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Sunday Snippet, April 18, 2021

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I’m posting from my current writing WiP, Song and Shadow, a prequel to Song and Sword. It’s a rough draft and I still don’t have an actual outline for it so it’s going to be a fun ride.

Picking up from last week’s snippet.

They leave the morning after their sixteenth birthday and must return by sundown of their eighteenth.”

“And if they do not?”

“Then they are mourned as dead and the next eldest travels in his turn. Hierik is actually not the eldest. In fact, he’s the last of the King’s legitimate heirs. The others never returned from their Travels.”

“And if Hierik does not return?”

“Then either the king produces another legitimate heir – unlikely at his age – or he promotes an illegitimate son or a grandson if any of his own get produced offspring.”

Pashevel nodded, lost in thought, not liking the suspicions that were entering his mind. 

“How many older brothers does Hierik have?”

“Six. Well, had six. And a couple sisters. His brothers are all considered dead now, whether they are or not.”

Another fanfare from the trumpets drew their attention back to the balcony.

 

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