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writing_shadows “Where are we, exactly?”
“The right place.”
“And how do you countenance that?”
The young man rolled his eyes, swinging his legs gaily on the beam. The yard was spacious for London; a neighbourhood still yet to succumb to plague, the smell of warm buns drifting on the breeze.
“I declare, Forn, you can be an astounding dunce at times,” he other sighed, blowing out his cheeks and twisting his neck back, so he could look up at the sky, and the Gothic mess of nearby St Paul’s.
“Do not address me as such,” Forn scowled, the severity of his face drawing more marked.
“I’m not going to call you If Thou Insist On Fornication and Frivolity Thy Shall Be Damned. It’s too long,” the younger man remarked, scratching absently at his wig. The deuced thing had got so itchy lately; he was half considering getting a new one. Perhaps once the plague was gone.
“I require upon it; you forget I am a Counsellor of…”
The young man raised a hand, his laced cuffs waving in the stern Puritan’s face. “London, yes. I know. But only because you established yourself during gloomy old Ironside’s rule. King’s back, now. Why don’t you try dancing a jig or something? You might enjoy it?”
Forn wrinkled his nose. He was tempted to remind the young upstart of the Lord’s Wrath at his impious merriment with a lighting bolt. But he needed him to solve this blight, this Seer-summoned plague that had left a third of London in pits, hideous black bulges and swollen tongues bursting from the bodies. And the young mage knew the way.
The youngster slapped Forn on the arm, laughing as he pointed. Across the yard, a baker had left his oven burning, walking away to tend to some other task.
”There,” he said, grinning. Forn nodded, and a gust of wind cast a few cinders out of the oven. Soon, the fire began to rage.
The two mages left their Pudding Lane stoop, striding off to see to their own. The fire would be violent, merciless, freakish in intensity and spread. It would destroy half of the city, with a miraculously low loss of life. But, most importantly, the plague that had ravaged the country would be gone forever.
“The right place.”
“And how do you countenance that?”
The young man rolled his eyes, swinging his legs gaily on the beam. The yard was spacious for London; a neighbourhood still yet to succumb to plague, the smell of warm buns drifting on the breeze.
“I declare, Forn, you can be an astounding dunce at times,” he other sighed, blowing out his cheeks and twisting his neck back, so he could look up at the sky, and the Gothic mess of nearby St Paul’s.
“Do not address me as such,” Forn scowled, the severity of his face drawing more marked.
“I’m not going to call you If Thou Insist On Fornication and Frivolity Thy Shall Be Damned. It’s too long,” the younger man remarked, scratching absently at his wig. The deuced thing had got so itchy lately; he was half considering getting a new one. Perhaps once the plague was gone.
“I require upon it; you forget I am a Counsellor of…”
The young man raised a hand, his laced cuffs waving in the stern Puritan’s face. “London, yes. I know. But only because you established yourself during gloomy old Ironside’s rule. King’s back, now. Why don’t you try dancing a jig or something? You might enjoy it?”
Forn wrinkled his nose. He was tempted to remind the young upstart of the Lord’s Wrath at his impious merriment with a lighting bolt. But he needed him to solve this blight, this Seer-summoned plague that had left a third of London in pits, hideous black bulges and swollen tongues bursting from the bodies. And the young mage knew the way.
The youngster slapped Forn on the arm, laughing as he pointed. Across the yard, a baker had left his oven burning, walking away to tend to some other task.
”There,” he said, grinning. Forn nodded, and a gust of wind cast a few cinders out of the oven. Soon, the fire began to rage.
The two mages left their Pudding Lane stoop, striding off to see to their own. The fire would be violent, merciless, freakish in intensity and spread. It would destroy half of the city, with a miraculously low loss of life. But, most importantly, the plague that had ravaged the country would be gone forever.
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Date: 2011-08-02 02:09 am (UTC)