The West home had been the perfect place for Philippe to recover from his grief and loneliness. Lewis' kindness and understanding, Roxana's care and the twins... ah the twins. Their quaint ways, for they were only a year old at the time, their baby words and the way they accepted him wholeheartedly had been an important factor in his emotional healing. His nickname dated from then, for they could not say 'Philippe' and one day when she tried, Cordelia said 'Pip'. The name clung and was used by the girls even now, especially in tender moments. The bond forged at that time, between a five-year-old boy and one-year-old girls, had only grew stronger through the years.
"It would be amusing if it were not so frustrating," Falkirk admitted. "I can have my pick of every unmarried woman in England between seventeen and twenty-five; yet I'm madly in love with a sixteen-year-old girl who I doubt even knows I exist!"
Alistair raised his eyebrows but forbore to smile at his friend's plight.
That Oliver! He will never learn! Today he went rushing down the stairs without looking. Someone had left a pile of papers on a bottom step and Cap slipped on a paper and fell. He yelled and tried to stand up. He couldn't so he yelled more. Everyone came running and Papa and Henry picked him up and carried him to a sofa in the breakfast room. Henry hurried off on horseback for the doctor. Tina and Louisa were crying. Mama was worried and scolding Cap. Papa said, "Looks like it's his ankle."
Seren tried to rise, only to be pushed back by Ixolta's hand on her shoulder, "My women? I didn't lose any in the battle?"
"None, My Lady," the healer assured her.
"Where are they?"
Astrophel spoke from her other side, "The fittest of them went with my knights to reconnoiter Iladar cave and set up camp if it is safe."
"Arion?" Seren called to her alacorn.
"I'm here, My Lady. Rest. Conserve your strength. It is a nasty wound you have."
"If another person tells me to rest..." and though weak from blood loss, Seren's eyes kindled. The others around her chuckled in relief. If she had spirit enough to protest, she was already well on her way to recovery.
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"B-but," Mileth stammered, "We should have found her earlier."
"What do you mean?" Hanetta asked for all the queens.
Mileth fixed his eyes on the ground and mumbled, "Rascal kept trying to tell me and it took me a long time to understand him."
"Oh, that is all right." Abijalla smiled warmly. "You've not had him for very long and it takes time and plenty of practice to understand a Castle Cat. Don't feel bad! No one blames you."
The young guard straightened and Rascal lifted his head, which he had been hanging. They bowed in unison, "Thank you, Your Majesties."
"We're traveling heavy," Malagi remarked. "A pack horse for each of us plus an extra. And one for Emrys, so we must be meeting him somewhere."
"And both the first and second wings of tygerhawks are missing. So Merthyr must have sent a another message before we returned," Cathbadh tightened a strap on one of the packsaddles.
Malagi's eyes widened, "Pretty important message; to merit the first wing taking it."
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