Gleesome Threesome

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Chapter 1 (v.1) - Chapter 1

Submitted: September 11, 2019

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 Gleesome Threesome

Little Mel sang and danced on the floor of the children's quarters; then lifted the flute to his mouth…only to lower it rapidly at the squawking noise that emitted from it. He looked at the not so musical instrument with a frown.

Master Belgar had promised to teach him to play it but then he had to leave with the King. Yet he had played it for Mel when Sri had shown them to each other…and made it look so easy… the little Levinite lad had been certain he could teach himself. He considered where he had gone wrong pensively as his tongue worried the loose tooth at the front of his little mouth.

A familiar voice interrupted his musing. "That warn't too bad, Brudder…not the singing part anyway."

Little Mel smiled at his youngest brudder, Baby Ken…No, not baby; just Ken. It dinna work ta call ye brudder ‘baby' when he was almost a half a head taller than ye for all he was a year younger than Mel's six years.

"Milady Muver ain't going ta let ye sing it when she comes home anyhow, It ain ‘spectable."

Their youngest sister, Cori's imperious voice announced. She shoved a picture at Little Mel. "Here. I drawed this fur ye ‘cause ye was pining so."

Little Mel examined the masterpiece. It was a perfect depiction of a stick man with a large head sporting a black beard and mustache. In the place one would usually find eyes, the youthful artist had printed "ho ho". The coonskin hat on his head was the saving grace that protected the lad from the wrath of his sister. "Tis our Da! Master Belgar."

Z'ackly!" Smirked Cori but her smirk faded when Ken…who was too young to know better…asked, "Why do his eyes say ho-ho?"

"You know NOTHIN! Milady Muver always calls him the Levinite with the laughing eyes, doesn't she?" The little princess stormed away to wail her troubles to her miniature horse, Maiden who sympathized deeply.

The boys watched the display of drama with mild interest and some apprehension until Ken whispered, "want to go with me to see my pig?"

"YES!" said Little Mel and the two slipped out of the chamber. Once out of the children's quarters Ken raised a finger to his lips in a time-honored shushing and motioned little Mel to follow him. On tiptoe, the two youngsters went around a corner where there sat a bushel basket of ripe red apples waiting for them.

"We daren't let Cori see these…she will make us give them all to Maiden and we will be cleaning up pony poop all afternoon." Ken obviously had no doubt their sister had the power to do exactly that. "Besides…I want to gie me pig, Percy some…we dinna get so many here as we did to home where Annah's orchard bloomed so much."

For a brief moment, homesickness tainted the boys' day but it couldna last. Did na a pig await them? And who knew what other adventures?

 

 Several hours later, one large and two small miscreants, frightened yet rebellious, stood in front of a stony-faced Queen

Galyn and her equally stony-faced consort, Prince Landen. The queen nodded to her husband to speak…too angry to speak herself or mayhap, just at a loss for words.

Prince Landen's voice was quietly disappointed. "Well Lads, can you tell me what precipitated your behavior in the nursery wing? Your rowdiness destroyed a very valuable bust of one of Her Majesty's ancestors and the wounding of a valiant man at arms."

The large miscreant…Old Mac…stepped forward. "Begg'n yer pardon, yer worship…the stachew warn't busted until ay 'eaved it at yon bad laddie."

The old man gestured at a weaving young guardsman…the epitome of male beauty except for a lump next to his right eye where all the colors of the sunset rested.

Old Mac crowed. "Ain ay got 'im sound as a pound!"

 

Landen looked at his queen whose face was now resting in her palm and his own palm came up to cover his twitching lips. He sighed and then looked at the boys. "Very well, Ken. The last I saw of you, you asked me if you could take little Mel to see the baby princes. How did things go so wrong from there?"

"Oh Aye, Nuncle Landen. Me pig was in nae mood for apples…the keeper of the sty said Percy was a-courting…whatever that means…so I asked Little Mel

 

"…you want to go see the baby princes with me?" Asked Ken, then he added importantly, "I'm allowed to wait on them anytime…mostly…'cause I'm sworn ta them."

Little Mel was impressed. Baby Ken was not even old enough to be apprenticed and was already sworn? That was important. He knew that when he…Mel, …was older he would swear to the Lady of Gladenvale; who was their mother…or mayhap King Shomaan who was a Levinite like Belgar and himself, but that was far in the future.

"Truly I do! Can ye ask Prince Landen? He may not want me to wait on them without permission."

Ken nodded. "Ye are right Brudder…t'would be politeness." The two lads headed for the palace as fast as two little lads encumbered with a bushel basket of apples could go. Fortunately, they ran into Prince Landen outside the palace entrance speaking to his mate…and the lads'…Old Mac.

Prince Landen was pleased to grant the request and pleased at the invitation to help himself to an apple. He looked around the surrounding area. The smile became faint and he looked down at the lads. "No Guardsmen?"

Guilt turned Ken's face red. "I forgot…" he whispered. Mel looked curiously at him…and then at the now stern-faced prince.

"Forgetting an order from your liege is not acceptable, Ken. Never leave your quarters unless you are accompanied by a guardsman." Landen knelt so he could look eye to eye with the boys. "The same order applies to you, Mel. Have you forgotten how terrified the palace was when we could not find you and your sister the other evening?"

Mel had forgotten…or rather was so miserable before he finally had seen his Da that he just did not care. It surprised him to think about how uncaring he was of others in his misery. He was a good and loving little lad and his breach of conduct humiliated him now. He did not know why this order was so important, but it obviously was. He forced himself to look the good prince in the eye.

"I'm sorry, Prince Landen. It will not happen again. I vow."

 

The prince nodded in satisfaction. "If it does, know you that I will not be lenient. Today, though…" He looked at Old Mac and grinned, "I will not send you back to the children's quarters if Master Mac agrees to accompany you to see my young princes. I must wait on our beautiful queen….my wife."

The boys looked imploringly at the old soldier or at least Ken did. Little Mel still felt ashamed of his thoughtlessness and was willing to accept his punishment if that was what the prince decided. Old Mac, though, was willing to take charge of the lads.

"Aye, laddies…step round de corner so Auld Mac can finish 'is tay, den we cain go pay a visit ter de young royals." Harry took charge of the basket of apples.

Mel was glad of this…that basket was getting awfully heavy. Ken seemed happy to relinquish the responsibility of the basket too and generously offered the contents to Old Mac which caused the soldier to cackle.

"Nay, laddie. I thank ye but I ain't got de teefs ta chomp dem." The old man grinned to show a mouth full of…nothing! "Oi gave ever wan of dem ter de teef fairy in exchanged for a shiny coin ter put aside for me retirement."

The two lads listened in open-mouthed fascination to the old liar's tale of how when a ‘teef' would come loose, he would have the blacksmith pull it from his mouth and then stick it in his hat. That way the ‘teef fairy would know where ta find it and she would trade a shiny copper for it.

Mel worried the loose one in his mouth with his tongue and thought how fine it would be to trade all of his teef like Mac did for coin…why he probably had a hundred of them. That would make him a rich lad…plus the added benefit of not having to brush them with a hazelnut twig every time he ate something like Lady Flanda insisted he does.

Old Mac finished his tea and then with him carrying the basket of apples…minus the two the lads were munching… they went into the palace to the nursery. Just as they were walking down the corridor, the portal opened, and a young soldier stepped thru it carrying a damp cloth bag…Mel was stunned by the manly beauty of the young man. Yet even as he stared in admiration, he was aware of…and agreed with…his brudder's mutter, "Tis Marten…I dinna like him!"

The young guardsman looked taken aback at seeing the threesome but then recovered enough to sneer at Ken. "Tis the nap time for the princes. I canna allow ye in."

With some belligerence, Ken answered back. "Me Nuncle, Prince Landen says I'm to wait on them as I wish. Ye know that."

"Aye…but nothing was said about allowing old vagabonds and…Shrimp People in." He looked distastefully at Little Mel…then he grinned as Ken began to protest. Reaching down, he plucked the apple from Little Mel's hand. "Oh go in. What do I care?"

Old Mac elected to stay outside to "Keep an eye on this Boyo here…." Making the dislike of the guardsman unanimous…but the boys wasted no time going into the royal nursery.

Truly the young royals were sleeping soundly, and the two boys tiptoed over to peek at them. Little Mel felt stunned. He had never seen a human so tiny…much less two humans that even together was tinier than him. One twin flopped over and yawned widely. Mel gasped!

"Ken, He's got no teefs." Mel spits as he lisped. He reached out to the second prince and stuck a finger in his mouth. "Neither do this un. That guardsman stole their teefs…ta get a coin from the teef fairy"

Ken's eyes grew wide. "and yourn's gone too, Brudder. One of your …."

Mel ran his tongue up against his loose tooth but alas, only a wet gap greeted his seeking tongue.

 Both lads ran from the chamber. Marten was walking briskly down the corridor toward a lovely lady standing at the end of it beside the portal.

"Mac," Mel shouted. "Stop him…he robbed the princes…

 

Marten twisted around, then ran! Old Mac swore an oath guaranteed to delight the ears of any little child who should not hear such language and bowled the whole basket of apples under Marten's feet.

The guardsman slipped and landed on his back. Ken ran to the fallen guardsman and tugged at the bag he was carrying. The irate man scrambled to his knees and backhanded the little lad, knocking him across the corridor.

With a roar, old Mac grabbed the bust of Queen Gailea III off of its pedestal and…

 

"…that's when I 'eaved de stachew at de derdy dog, yer 'onor." Old Harry finished his tale. "then all these other laddies an' lasses came running' up an' brung us 'ere."

Queen Galyn mumbled something behind her hand and her love leaned to her in concern. She spoke a bit louder.

"I said I always hated that bust. If Mac felt compelled to throw something, I applaud his choice…. oh, never mind!" She looked at the once beautiful guardsman and said. "Sir Marten, as the only one bearing visible signs of violence, what say you to these charges?"

Still clutching his bag, the handsome lad went to his knees, stuttering, "Forgive me, Lovely Queen…I can't…tis a terrible mistake…I would not STEAL…"

 

"TEEVES, Aunt Majesty," Little Mel spit…literally… spit the words through the gap in his own ‘teefs'. "Mine what came out in my apple and all of the little princes."

"Teeth?" Asked the Queen and her Consort.

"Teeves?" Asked Marten.

"Teeth," said another voice with a hint of laughter in it. Mel smiled…he liked the newcomer; it was the gentleman who had come up with the idea for speaking to his Da. Lord Calavor who the great Queen named as Father, but Mel's smile faded when Landen spoke.

"Lad," Said Prince Landen with a smile. "The baby royals have no teeth …they are born toothless as Old Mac is until they grow..." Landen's voice trailed off as Calavor knelt beside the tiny lad. He looked at his Queen, and then in a helpless tone of voice asked, "Why would Sir Marten…why would ANYBODY steal teeth anyway?"

"Well, he stole mine!" Mel shrilled wetly through the gaps in his teeth.

Ken added hotly, "He could sell them to the teef fairy. Old Mac told us she buys them for coppers."

"Oh Lordy!" Moaned Old Mac in a guilty voice.

 

Calavor rose and turned to the Queen. "Daughter, you have a young guest in your care accusing one of your servitors of theft. I believe you need to make a judgment here."

Before Queen Galyn could speak, Marten turned back to her, imploring. "Lady Queen, I vow I meant no harm to any here…" He sneered at the little lads and the old soldier. "…and I only wish to find a healer for the wounds that you in your wisdom noted that only I bear. Please, my Queen, I am in pain. As your good prince asked, why would I steal teeth?"

"To sell to the teef fairy!" Baby Ken insisted. "We saw her in the hall waiting for you."

Little Mel nudged his brudder. "That lady din't have wings!" The lads looked at each other and spoke simultaneously. "She was beautiful like a fairy though."

The throne room became as still as a crypt, then, with a guilty cry; Marten turned and lunged for the door. Once again, to the boys' delight, Old Mac swore a salty oath and looked for something to throw.

Calavor put a restraining hand on the old man's shoulder and in a mild tone called to the fleeing Sir Marten. "Stop."

Marten slid to a halt and stood frozen. Calavor ambled over to him and took the bag from his hand. He looked in it and then brought out a half of an apple with a gleaming white tooth stuck in it.

 

"As purported by Little Mel…a tooth." With his eyes fixed on his daughter of the heart, he spoke to the tiny boy. "Do not eat any of that, Lad…it was in this bag with two very wet and smelly nappies."

Like an arrow shot from a bow, Queen Galyn, white-faced and fiery-eyed, was at the miscreant…beating at him. "You foul piece of orc dirt! You stole my sons' nappies for that witch! Someone! Give me a knife!"

Landen pulled her off the prisoner before she could pull a knife, whispering in her ear. Breathing heavily, she nodded. She gestured to her guardsmen.

 "Lock him up…let no harm come to him…let no one visit him and guard him constantly."

She turned to the wide-eyed little lads…the Levinite and the race of man, and kneeling in front of them, she hugged each one fiercely in turn.

She rose and went to old Mac and hugged him too. Mayhap she should make this old man custodian of these children…but Lady Rulan would be livid when she returned and heard the language they had picked up. She smiled…it would serve her sister right.


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