Chapter Eight.
The next day Arthur avoided approaching the stables, found other business to attend to, and sent his ride to Avalon when it had recovered a smell of horse best suited to a prince. He preferred not to see that girl with no name because his mind did not the other jokes, and I guess that would serve not only benefited the view because it would avoid working more than necessary.
change Morgana had pushed to the limits of exasperation and looked everywhere by now, being able to find it in unexpected places.
When Merlin mentioned the young girl told him she wanted to make sure the conditions of his ankle, he answered rudely, and the boy, as usual, gave no weight to his ways.
The young servant girl reached the stables, and found her talking to Avalon while the groom with care. To look at it this way, when defenses were down, he would have called sweet.
"Failure?" He asked, making its presence known.
grabbing the dress gently as to prevent the movement touches the ground - even if it was not long enough to do that - probably expecting to see the prince next to Merlin and having to bow his head in front of him. When he did he always seemed more a courtesy than a reverence, and love watching Merlin. There was a dignity that she had never seen anywhere else. Even the ladies of the court held, because they had a beauty and vanity that bored him sterile. Instead she had dignity and grace, unlike anyone else. Anyone else, except Lady Morgana. At least, the Lady Morgana to which it was used until recently.
"The prince is already tired of tormenting me? Or his lack of imagination has run out? "Asked hint of a smile as he turned to Avalon to continue to groom.
"I have no illusions about either of the two things," the firm said, staying to observe "Avalon she never allowed herself to be touched by anyone, has a temper and unmanageable when I have to deal with it makes me sweat more and have twice the & rdquo ; told.
The girl giggled, turning to him "You're too good, and he took advantage," he said, looking at him indulgently, "You need to get respect. Treat him as you would with Arthur "Merlin thought it was strange that he was referring to the prince so confidently using his first name, but would find it inappropriate if I could not help thinking that was normal.
"You mean you have to take orders from him and send me to shame by Uther," he asked in return, making laugh.
She abandoned her job, now finished and slowly reached a wooden bench. Merlin quickly approached her offering her his arm as support, and there she laid her hand with a gentle smile. When the girl's expression is mitigated in that way and his gaze softened his whole face seemed somehow embellish.
sederle Merlino went by, and remained for some time shoulder to shoulder, sharing a quiet moment.
"You know I do not know your name?" he exclaimed turning his head.
"You're not alone," they replied with a smile full of mystery, as if he were a child to fascinate. It was surprising to realize that really fascinated him, and did not know why.
"Does it hurt your ankle?" He asked when he thought of having to get away from your nervousness.
'A bit ... "he said, leaning forward just to touch my ankle bandaged finger" Your bandage keep it steady, and gives me less trouble than expected, "he continued in silent thanks.
"I'm happy," said "And you're dressed well," he added with enthusiasm as if the were really nice. Morgana in time for tenderness felt for him, and affection reinforce why Merlin could see the best in people, and even now that everyone else had difficulty even look him in the innocence and was watched with sincere compliments.
'E' I have to thank you, "he asked, suspecting that he would receive a positive response.
"Oh ... well, I thought you might live a comfortable again ..." he explained "... and when I told the prince told me to go to a merchant to take a heavy, because soon it will be colder "
She turned her head, looking at the floor and Merlin thought that it was difficult to admit being in debt to a man who worked to haunt work with the most absurd and spent hours at groped her yield of "He's not so bad once you know him better
" I know, "replied with a melancholy smile without looking "It 's a very lovable idiot. Nothing is greater than his pride, if not her heart "
For a moment, when he had spoken , he had thought of having to explain the good qualities of Arthur, and thus need to get respect But she knew them already. His verdict on him was not superficial or feel-good, his voice rang out secrets and years of closeness, even if he's spoken for the first time only days before, and could not see him nothing but the despotic Prince and spoiled .
There was a lot more to this girl I knew was regal even in a stable among the horses and straw.
Merlin realized that talking to herself when she heard her speak in a whisper, 'It's always been so, even when we were kids "
That evening at the party take my eyes off Morgan seemed impossible. He smiled as he had never seen done in public, wearing a red dress - sometimes thought that chose her clothes for the sole purpose of giving him the torment, and we always managed.
In an assortment of make-up lady who blushed with embarrassment and their flirtatious ways she had always emerged victorious in the war of vanity, because his best weapon was the fact that they have no claim to beauty.
That evening instead she was immersing herself in the pleasure and the praise that came from all over, well received. She sought his presence and his approval, according clinging to his arm kindly pleased to hear the chatter of the Lady. And Arthur realized with sorrow that she was more distant than ever.
His polite distance from worldliness seemed to come back when she was asked to dance. She shook her head nodding a friendly smile and refused to sit next to Uther going to watch the guests who walked down the hall holding the hand of their lady and they parted, meet again briefly every time the dance steps made them cross and turn around each other, touching nothing else than the partner's hand when the man kneels and raised his arm straight up allowing the lady walk around and go back to reposition themselves in two rows facing one another.
When the perfume of the ladies, the talk of the nobility and the behavior of Morgan - which began to seem absurdly strange imitation of itself - were too much to bear him threatening to blow up his head, Arthur busied get out of the room being careful not to get noticed. In the dimly lit corridor, she heard footsteps moving away, something that would not be surprised if he had not known that the servants were accustomed to use another entrance to the hall for guests not to cross, but they were all immersed in celebrations.
He narrowed his eyes focusing on the sound of those footsteps, sensing a strange train which led him to follow them.
"Stop," ordered the girl, because of ankle injury was not able to get away fast enough.
"We spiavi?" Remain in the back asked.
"It was not my intention," she said, without unnecessarily denying "I was just curious"
"You've never seen the real festivities?" He asked, then quickly add "Of course not," said smiled - that was a servant, and remember him feel master of himself, "How do I look?"
She turned her face and he just saw his profile, but turned as he answered "I am what I expected," without giving his opinion leaked.
Morgan had wanted to see the world that had once been his, and now she was missing - not because they could not live without a good suit or without the chatter of the Lady who crowded the room showing off their modern hairstyles, but why in the world that was no longer his friend Gwen was his, and Uther was trying to please her in bizarre ways. In a world that was no longer Arthur had his arm for her, as her looks and reproaches and good night.
In that world the knights and nobles had sworn undying love, and without sounding promises that she never wanted to believe, and that evening, when they arrived at the castle and she had to care for their horses, many of them - who were swearing that they would always loved and recognized among a thousand - had not deigned to look any longer than necessary, and now surrounded the woman who owned her body and her life and did not distinguish the difference. She herself did not seem able to distinguish more because the woman moved like it did before the reflection in her mirror and she was afraid of losing the very reason soon.
"You better go back to the party, before Morgana think I have abandoned" he said casually, without any desire to do what he had said.
"As if he could not live without you" he snapped, unable to stop in time. Angry because she was perfectly able to live without him, but the prospect was a long endless agony.
"It can not," replied the other, with satisfaction.
"You have a high opinion of yourself," said turning to him. When left to speak his ego instead of her heart she could not meet the challenge. "You're not the only party appealing," she continued, knowing full well that his position made him the most coveted prey by the ladies of the court "Ainsworth Lord has made no secret of his appreciation, and no woman would be so foolish by not appreciate its quality "
" Ainsworth Lord no longer has any chance, "replied in a tone of contemptuous" I fought, and there is no man of honor that can be ignored the fact of not being able to defend the woman he loves, nor my father could accept it. "he said with a shrug" the hand of Morgan will be only for the rider who manages to beat me, and nobody can ; beat "
Suddenly he realized that he had said too much, because she looked as if something had become the terribly obvious.
"Still, the question does not arise. Morgan has made clear his feelings and desires, "said moving his eyes, bored.
"I suppose it gives you great satisfaction," replied the girl, in a tone sharp.
"unspeakable," said Arthur ironic. He took a deep breath, feeling tired, both of which seemed absurd discussion not be able to escape, is being forced to endure as a festival in his honor would have to do with a night in the dungeons of the castle. "I was ignored for months, and suddenly can not live without me," he continued, without well knowing why he was talking so openly about things that did not concern "Maybe he decided that I learned my lesson, or that there was no hope that I learn and waived "
" What lesson? "she asked confused.
"definitely felt that I had done a great wrong in not following his advice and in having almost lost his life" was almost fun in his voice "I was close to my room not once while I was near death. "bitter smile as she spoke" I guess however that it would be very boring having to mourn, "he said sarcastically.
"You speak as if what you say really believe him," she remarked, feeling chilled to realize that he really thought that it did not matter, understanding that not only was he hurt her when, at times, did not understand what was behind in his heart and his intentions.
"Do you have another opinion?" He asked looking at it with detachment. No one could understand what was between him and Morgan. Sometimes he would not have thought would take a lifetime to define what he united and separated them, but he would like to try.
"You ..." she stopped, unsure, because it seemed to risk a lot more than she had done up to that moment, "Maybe she was just afraid ... to see you die" move their eyes to find the courage to keep talking "Maybe it seemed easier to let go instead of getting lost"
Arthur looked uncertain. Breathing hurt. The possibility that this was the real reason for his indifference he spoke of hopes that he would not be interested.
"Morgana was never afraid of anything," he said bitterly - his independence kept him from a distance. If he had confessed that he wanted to save it from the world, enclose it in his arms like an impenetrable fortress, to be his refuge from the small sorrows, then she'd give him dell'idiota. At least, it would have done until recently. Before that Morgan would not remain that the body and that he was foolish enough to find her in the eye sore of a disfigured servant.
"Everyone is afraid of something," contradicted him, sadly, "You are not afraid of anything?"
He looked away, unable to speak. Unable to ask himself what was his fear.
Suddenly, the silence had become unbearable and Morgana turned to make a couple of steps, determined to move away until her heart gave way.
"I would not have come," he said, turning just to make a sign with his head in melancholy and Arthur agreed, saying, "No, in fact, you should not have"
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