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As an attack strategy, running out yelling and waving a hankie
didn't strike Watt as particularly inspired. What it lacked in elegance,
though, it more than made up for with success. The troll saw him immediately
and followed, stumbling over it's own large feet and bellowing right back at
him. Right, he though as he jumped to the side to avoid another sneeze-born
snot ball. All he needed to do was get the smelly bugger back to the side of
the bridge, slap the hankie of anti-doom over its face, and then trip it so it
fell into the river. This was totally insane!
It quickly became clear that the troll was not only clumsy, it was
dumb. No mater how many times Watt ran straight for the river, the troll
inevitably had to stop and sneeze, and then it had to stop and look around for
him again. It had apparently not dawned on the troll that he had been running
toward the river and only stopping his mad dash long enough to make sure he
remained in sight. That didn't mean it was easy. For one thing, the troll had
taken to grabbing up random items like tree stumps and chucking them at him
before bellowing. Only then would the troll start running after him again.
As he ran, yelling and waving his hankie, feeling like a damned
fool and being glad there was no one about to see him, he made a point of
keeping an eye on the little mage girl. There was more to her than she
presented. For one thing, most people knew common names but not so many people
ever thought about the formal versions of them. For another thing, she had come
up with this foolish plan in the first place. Cure the Troll's hay fever so it
would go back to sleep? Not the way most people thought, though he did have to
admit that it was a good, workable solution to the problem. This running around
like a fool was not a workable execution of that plan, though.
He stopped running. Just stood there, staring down the troll as it
threw things at him. Well, he did duck a few times so that the random detritus didn’t
hit him, but other than that, he didn’t flinch. And it worked. The troll
stopped throwing things. It stood there bellowing at him, a look of
disconcerted confusion on its big ugly face. Finally it stopped bellowing, as
well. Watt grinned when he realized this was exactly the method his older
brother used when it came to shoeing uncooperative horses. Will let them throw
their tantrums while showing them that he was not impressed. Eventually, the
horse would grow annoyed that it wasn’t succeeding in scaring him and stop the
theatrics. His brother would then hobble the beast and get to work. Will wasn’t
the oldest, but he hadn’t need to inherit anything. Their father’s lord had all
but begged him to come be his personal farrier. Watt figured he might have to
tell Will that the technique worked on trolls, as well. What an interesting
conversation that would be!
Once the troll had bellowed itself out, he walked up to the
creature authoritatively, the hankie clenched tight in one fist. The trolled
watched him uncertainly, stumbling back a step once Watt got close. Here goes
nothing, Watt thought as he dodged forward, shoving the hankie into its face.
The troll took a deep breath in preparation for another bellow. The
bellow never happened, though. It plucked the small square of linen off its
face and looked at it myopically. It didn’t sneeze, though. Watt grinned and
looked over at the mage girl, who was cautiously stepping out of the deep brush
she had been hiding in.
“Worked like a charm, just like you said it would!” he said
happily. The sound of applause startled him. He spun around and found a rather
large party of men-at-arms, including several knight, lined up on the far side
of the river and watching the spectacle of him trying to give the troll an enchanted
hankie. Of course, they had watched. It was his lot in life to make a spectacular
ass of himself publicly. The Fates had probably summoned this audience
specifically to ensure he had someone other than the mage girl to be an ass in
front of. He looked back at Lisa and saw that she’d stopped moving, a look of
terror on her pretty face. He glanced back at the troll to see what had her so
terrified, but it wasn’t doing anything threatening. In fact, it was slowly
ambling toward the bridge, inspecting the hankie and sniffing it from time to
time.
“What is it?” he asked in a hushed tone.
Lisa stared at the group of mounted warriors, horrified. There were
more than a few in that crowd that she knew on sight, including the old knight
sitting on a horse closest to Troll Bridge. He was Sir Cuthbert de Grey, the
right hand man of Baron Amesbury, a man she had sat at table with several
times.
“Lisa?” Watt asked, looking alarmed. He glanced at the troll, who
was wandering around almost aimlessly and inspecting her handkerchief as though
he’d never seen such a thing before.
“Ignore me!” she hissed as she stepped back into the bracken,
trying to hide her presence from the sharp-eyed knight. He was clear across the
bridge still, a good several hundred yards away, so maybe he hadn’t noticed
her. But then Watt, the big lunk, started walking towards her, his hansom face
a mask of concern.
“Is something wrong? Do you know those people?” he asked, speaking
very quietly. Lisa shot a look at him before returning her gaze to the mounted troop,
who were beginning to cross the bridge now that the troll had squeezed itself
back under it. “Are they not good people?” he asked, his smooth baritone voice
hardening noticeably.
“No, they are not… bad people. But I am known to them. Sir Cuthbert,
the lead knight is a… friend of my father’s. I’m sure to be recognized and be
taken back to my father’s household.”
“And that would be bad because…”
“I ran away because my father contracted me to marry a man older
than him!” Lisa whispered harshly. “And blast it, you have led Sir Cuthbert
right to me!”
Watt turned his head, noted that the elderly knight was indeed
right behind him and dismounting. He faced her, his face schooling itself into
a look of determination. “Just go along with me, then,” he muttered before
tugging her in tight to his side and turning to face he worst night mare.
I'll post all of chapter 3 next week to make up for missing so many posts.
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