Lafayette
Man of Artistic Fingers
Someone from Spelling and Grammar suggested I come over here. I am not going to tell you what to look for, for if you find it I will have my answer.
This scene is taken from my unpublished novel.
The large room lacked spaciousness like the others in the stone home. There were piles and piles of dusty scrolls, massive tomes, and maps strewn here and there. Many of the scrolls and books were opened. Two elegantly carved white marble tables sat in the midst of this sea of parchment along with one granite green pedestal. The one table was overwhelmed with reading material. The other table had bottles and jars of mysterious potions and dried ingredients. On the pedestal was (what they knew) was an emerald green hover ball.
“What a mess,” intoned Lafayette with a degree of disgust.
“That’s what my Great Grandfather said every time he came in here,” chuckle Vollmahr.
“A question has just dawn on me,” said the redhead. “Why hasn’t Nyer discovered this place? I understand magic senses magic.”
“You need not to worry about that here,” answered Vollmahr. “Laavinskee was a master at casting cloaking spells on his magic. Nyer is a powerful mage, but compared to Laavinskee he is an apprentice.”
Lafayette hooded his green eyes and glanced at Lady Emily”
“Tis true,” she answered. “Many a wizard was awed by his mastery of cloaking.”
“Well that may be true,” said Lafayette, “but this place is a mess. Mademoiselle Emily is there anything in this pig sty…..”
“THOU HAST SPOKEN THE WORD OF SUMMONING. WELCOME TO MY ABODE. WHO ART THOU?”
The booming voice reverberated throughout the room. The chamber became enveloped in an emerald green light emitting from the hover ball. The inside of the ball appeared to be a swirling vapor. Once the vapor vanished they spied an old man garbed in green.
“I am Chevalier Lafayette Louie Dairé La Cair son of Duc Eldounne de Airizay,” answered the redhead with suspicion and annoyance, “and Captain of the Quest and we didn’t summon you.”
“BE THOU FRIEND OR FOE?” SPEAK FOR THOU HAST SPOKEN THE WORDS OF SUMMONING!”
“Look here old man,” replied Lafayette with his red hair twitching, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Neither I, nor my companions called you. We don’t even know who you are. By the way, who are you anyway?”
“I AM INORR LAAVINSKEE.” boomed the voice from the expanding and floating green hover ball. “THOU HAST SPOKEN THE WORD OF SUMMONING.”
“Look here Inorr, yelled the redhead, “I’ve already told you no one summoned you. Now go back where you came from.”
“THOU HAST SUMMON INORR LAAVINSKEE,” boomed the deep voice.
Lafayette stood with hands on ears clenching his teeth.
“Ha ha ha.” roared Vollmahr. “This is too funny. The old wizard is playing a joke on you Tomato Head. He he.”
Lafayette turned and glared, “What are you talking about, Vollmahr?”
“My great grandfather used another word to describe this room.”
“Oh, and what word was that?”
“Pig Sty.”
“I ASK THEE AGAIN,” demanded the thundering voice. “ART THOU FRIEND OR FOE?”
“I’ll answer your questions,” replied Lafayette with hands still on ears, “if you get rid of the thunder.”
“So be it,” intoned the green-clad figure of the ever-growing hover ball.
This scene is taken from my unpublished novel.
The large room lacked spaciousness like the others in the stone home. There were piles and piles of dusty scrolls, massive tomes, and maps strewn here and there. Many of the scrolls and books were opened. Two elegantly carved white marble tables sat in the midst of this sea of parchment along with one granite green pedestal. The one table was overwhelmed with reading material. The other table had bottles and jars of mysterious potions and dried ingredients. On the pedestal was (what they knew) was an emerald green hover ball.
“What a mess,” intoned Lafayette with a degree of disgust.
“That’s what my Great Grandfather said every time he came in here,” chuckle Vollmahr.
“A question has just dawn on me,” said the redhead. “Why hasn’t Nyer discovered this place? I understand magic senses magic.”
“You need not to worry about that here,” answered Vollmahr. “Laavinskee was a master at casting cloaking spells on his magic. Nyer is a powerful mage, but compared to Laavinskee he is an apprentice.”
Lafayette hooded his green eyes and glanced at Lady Emily”
“Tis true,” she answered. “Many a wizard was awed by his mastery of cloaking.”
“Well that may be true,” said Lafayette, “but this place is a mess. Mademoiselle Emily is there anything in this pig sty…..”
“THOU HAST SPOKEN THE WORD OF SUMMONING. WELCOME TO MY ABODE. WHO ART THOU?”
The booming voice reverberated throughout the room. The chamber became enveloped in an emerald green light emitting from the hover ball. The inside of the ball appeared to be a swirling vapor. Once the vapor vanished they spied an old man garbed in green.
“I am Chevalier Lafayette Louie Dairé La Cair son of Duc Eldounne de Airizay,” answered the redhead with suspicion and annoyance, “and Captain of the Quest and we didn’t summon you.”
“BE THOU FRIEND OR FOE?” SPEAK FOR THOU HAST SPOKEN THE WORDS OF SUMMONING!”
“Look here old man,” replied Lafayette with his red hair twitching, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Neither I, nor my companions called you. We don’t even know who you are. By the way, who are you anyway?”
“I AM INORR LAAVINSKEE.” boomed the voice from the expanding and floating green hover ball. “THOU HAST SPOKEN THE WORD OF SUMMONING.”
“Look here Inorr, yelled the redhead, “I’ve already told you no one summoned you. Now go back where you came from.”
“THOU HAST SUMMON INORR LAAVINSKEE,” boomed the deep voice.
Lafayette stood with hands on ears clenching his teeth.
“Ha ha ha.” roared Vollmahr. “This is too funny. The old wizard is playing a joke on you Tomato Head. He he.”
Lafayette turned and glared, “What are you talking about, Vollmahr?”
“My great grandfather used another word to describe this room.”
“Oh, and what word was that?”
“Pig Sty.”
“I ASK THEE AGAIN,” demanded the thundering voice. “ART THOU FRIEND OR FOE?”
“I’ll answer your questions,” replied Lafayette with hands still on ears, “if you get rid of the thunder.”
“So be it,” intoned the green-clad figure of the ever-growing hover ball.