“Well, perhaps she ought to worry a bit about that.” Ceorl snapped, so different from his usual demeanor that Alfred almost jumped. Who was her, and what exactly had she done to make Ceorl react this way? “When someone renounces your love, your marriage, and her semi-humanity, let’s see how well you take it.” Ahh, that might do it, there.
Aengus and Adain looked sadly at each other. “But you still love ‘er?”
“Of course I do! I’ll never stop.” Ceorl stared up at the sky, and Alfred was absurdly reminded of Gene Kelly for some unfathomable reason. “But I’ve learned my lesson. She cannot be my wife again until she has a soul, well and truly, for forever.” Ceorl turned determinedly to Alfred, who did jump this time. “Goodbye, Tungolbyre, and best of luck on your journey.”
Alfred nodded back, thoughts still swirling over the conversation he had just heard. “I won’t look back.”
Ceorl simply nodded. Alfred wasn’t sure what to say. So he nodded back, turned his head, and with a deep breath, stepped outside of the gates into the mists. Time for the next part of this journey.
Lol, long author’s notes are long. The wordcount is 58,561 of pure story, and the page count is higher than my weight. And now that Alfred is no longer in life-and-death situations, he can get back to his normal style of thinking, which I personally enjoy writing a bit more, as you can see by the update time. Yes, the first part is basically a character study of Alfred, again which I enjoyed writing. Please remember that this is from Alfred’s point of view, so take everything through a filter about how he thinks about himself and others. But I will say that that first part is extremely honest.
Arthur’s height: If you look at UK height charts, they’re actually taller than the French. Both Arthur and Alfred have a few body issues.
About the major plot components: Yes, there are some unanswered questions here, some very big unanswered questions. These two chapters have set up the second major mythology arc of the story. So yes, they will be answered eventually, but not immediately. If you have done some research of your own, I have rewritten and twisted a good amount of history and mythology to fit into this verse.
Ceorl: Why yes, I did misspell his name in half of the last chapter! *blush* The disadvantages of self-betaing… Alfred doesn’t know who he is yet, but here is what he does know, so you might be able to figure it out: He lives in a garden of apple trees that is called: The Garden of Apples, or the Isle of Apples, and is there until he is needed elsewhere. Remember that you’re taking everything through Alfred’s language filter too. This garden is surrounded by mist. He speaks Old Welsh. He knows nations exist, and cares particularly for Arthur and Darren. He did not know that Arthur and Darren had been stolen. He twitched particularly violently around when Darren was stolen – around 500 AD. He has a female protector who knows magic whom he’s nicknamed “Maggie”. He is familiar with the swords of Wēland the Great Smith, and states “I’d know the maker anywhere…” which should imply that he owned one of Wēland’s blades. That should narrow it down dramatically to a few great heroes. He is also skilled with a blade. About Alfred’s sword: If you figure out who Ceorl is, this should also eliminate one of the major contenders, for Ceorl does not say that he knows the blade, but rather the maker. He was not always a gardener. He appears regal at times, and used to absolute authority. He gives Alfred a pin with three crowns on it. He had a wife, who left him.
Anon 1: :D Yeah, that scene will get even worse later, I assure you, because here’s a hint: You’ll see it two more times. I had a lot of fun with Mary, Andy, Cher, and Bugs. Go back to the kidnapping diary once more if you’re still having trouble with Ceorl.
Anon 2: I’m so glad someone figured it out! Fantastic! One more bonus hint about the sword if you want to know early: Look at The Matter of France.
Crowe 13h/?
Aengus and Adain looked sadly at each other. “But you still love ‘er?”
“Of course I do! I’ll never stop.” Ceorl stared up at the sky, and Alfred was absurdly reminded of Gene Kelly for some unfathomable reason. “But I’ve learned my lesson. She cannot be my wife again until she has a soul, well and truly, for forever.” Ceorl turned determinedly to Alfred, who did jump this time. “Goodbye, Tungolbyre, and best of luck on your journey.”
Alfred nodded back, thoughts still swirling over the conversation he had just heard. “I won’t look back.”
Ceorl simply nodded. Alfred wasn’t sure what to say. So he nodded back, turned his head, and with a deep breath, stepped outside of the gates into the mists. Time for the next part of this journey.
Lol, long author’s notes are long. The wordcount is 58,561 of pure story, and the page count is higher than my weight. And now that Alfred is no longer in life-and-death situations, he can get back to his normal style of thinking, which I personally enjoy writing a bit more, as you can see by the update time. Yes, the first part is basically a character study of Alfred, again which I enjoyed writing. Please remember that this is from Alfred’s point of view, so take everything through a filter about how he thinks about himself and others. But I will say that that first part is extremely honest.
Arthur’s height: If you look at UK height charts, they’re actually taller than the French. Both Arthur and Alfred have a few body issues.
About the major plot components: Yes, there are some unanswered questions here, some very big unanswered questions. These two chapters have set up the second major mythology arc of the story. So yes, they will be answered eventually, but not immediately. If you have done some research of your own, I have rewritten and twisted a good amount of history and mythology to fit into this verse.
Ceorl: Why yes, I did misspell his name in half of the last chapter! *blush* The disadvantages of self-betaing… Alfred doesn’t know who he is yet, but here is what he does know, so you might be able to figure it out:
He lives in a garden of apple trees that is called: The Garden of Apples, or the Isle of Apples, and is there until he is needed elsewhere. Remember that you’re taking everything through Alfred’s language filter too. This garden is surrounded by mist.
He speaks Old Welsh.
He knows nations exist, and cares particularly for Arthur and Darren.
He did not know that Arthur and Darren had been stolen.
He twitched particularly violently around when Darren was stolen – around 500 AD.
He has a female protector who knows magic whom he’s nicknamed “Maggie”.
He is familiar with the swords of Wēland the Great Smith, and states “I’d know the maker anywhere…” which should imply that he owned one of Wēland’s blades. That should narrow it down dramatically to a few great heroes. He is also skilled with a blade. About Alfred’s sword: If you figure out who Ceorl is, this should also eliminate one of the major contenders, for Ceorl does not say that he knows the blade, but rather the maker.
He was not always a gardener. He appears regal at times, and used to absolute authority.
He gives Alfred a pin with three crowns on it.
He had a wife, who left him.
Anon 1: :D Yeah, that scene will get even worse later, I assure you, because here’s a hint: You’ll see it two more times. I had a lot of fun with Mary, Andy, Cher, and Bugs. Go back to the kidnapping diary once more if you’re still having trouble with Ceorl.
Anon 2: I’m so glad someone figured it out! Fantastic! One more bonus hint about the sword if you want to know early: Look at The Matter of France.