Another scene from Journeys. Thought about putting it with the other one...decided not to. Taran is 5 years old here.
"What are you doing?"
"Hush," said six year old Prys. "Hold out your hands." Picking up a spoon, he scooped butter from the crock and deposited it in Taran's open hands. "Follow me."
Prys led Taran from the large common room to his parents' bedroom. The boys heard Ruul bathing in the small room at the rear of the cabin. Since the ladder to the loft, where Rylee and Prys slept was in the bedroom, Ruul had the bathing room built to allow a bit of privacy. Quietly Prys led the way to Ruul's boots which stood beside the bed. Grinning, he scooped a large spoonful of butter from Taran's hands and dropped it down one of the boots. Scooping the remainder of the butter with the spoon, he deposited it in the second boot.
"Grandfather's not going to like that," said Taran, wide-eyed.
Prys looked up and grinned mischievously. "It sounds funny to hear you call Papa 'Grandfather,'" he snickered.
"He is my Grandfather," replied Taran wiping his hands on his breeches.
"I know," laughed Prys softly. "It just sounds funny."
"No more than you being my uncle," Taran retorted knowing Prys hated being called uncle.
"Nephew," spat Prys.
Suddenly the door to the bathing room opened and Ruul walked in. He wore his breeches and was rubbing his head with the drying cloth.
Prys shoved the spoon into Taran's butter coated hands. The spoon slipped landing on the wooden floor with a loud clatter.
"What are you boys up to?" asked Ruul suspiciously. Spotting the spoon, he raised his gaze to the boys edging toward the doorway. He frowned, picked up the spoon and shook it at the two boys. "You were told not to eat butter from the crock. Cook'll have your hide."
"Yes, Papa." "Yes, Grandfather." Replied both boys at the same time as they moved ever closer to the outside door.
"Go on now and let me dress," said Ruul as he sat on the bed and pulled over his boots. "I have a meeting with an ambassador shortly."
The boys made it onto the porch when they heard Ruul's bellow.
"Prys! Taran!"
The boys looked at one another.
"Run," said Prys.
Together the boys sprinted down the street, then separated, going different directions. They'd find a place to hide for a while to let Ruul's wrath calm down.
"What are you doing?"
"Hush," said six year old Prys. "Hold out your hands." Picking up a spoon, he scooped butter from the crock and deposited it in Taran's open hands. "Follow me."
Prys led Taran from the large common room to his parents' bedroom. The boys heard Ruul bathing in the small room at the rear of the cabin. Since the ladder to the loft, where Rylee and Prys slept was in the bedroom, Ruul had the bathing room built to allow a bit of privacy. Quietly Prys led the way to Ruul's boots which stood beside the bed. Grinning, he scooped a large spoonful of butter from Taran's hands and dropped it down one of the boots. Scooping the remainder of the butter with the spoon, he deposited it in the second boot.
"Grandfather's not going to like that," said Taran, wide-eyed.
Prys looked up and grinned mischievously. "It sounds funny to hear you call Papa 'Grandfather,'" he snickered.
"He is my Grandfather," replied Taran wiping his hands on his breeches.
"I know," laughed Prys softly. "It just sounds funny."
"No more than you being my uncle," Taran retorted knowing Prys hated being called uncle.
"Nephew," spat Prys.
Suddenly the door to the bathing room opened and Ruul walked in. He wore his breeches and was rubbing his head with the drying cloth.
Prys shoved the spoon into Taran's butter coated hands. The spoon slipped landing on the wooden floor with a loud clatter.
"What are you boys up to?" asked Ruul suspiciously. Spotting the spoon, he raised his gaze to the boys edging toward the doorway. He frowned, picked up the spoon and shook it at the two boys. "You were told not to eat butter from the crock. Cook'll have your hide."
"Yes, Papa." "Yes, Grandfather." Replied both boys at the same time as they moved ever closer to the outside door.
"Go on now and let me dress," said Ruul as he sat on the bed and pulled over his boots. "I have a meeting with an ambassador shortly."
The boys made it onto the porch when they heard Ruul's bellow.
"Prys! Taran!"
The boys looked at one another.
"Run," said Prys.
Together the boys sprinted down the street, then separated, going different directions. They'd find a place to hide for a while to let Ruul's wrath calm down.