The six kingdoms - Part one - Dawn

[kaethe]

Vauban
Your story telling skills are wonderful, but your architectural skill is superb, each room, each view, has so many wonderful details in the architecture, as well as the furnishings and the costumes for the klickies.  I always go through the installment just to look at the photos first, then I go back to read the story.  A toast to your project!!!!

kaeth

[grangel]

Vaudan your work is amazing!!!
Every picture of yours is a little miracle of architecture and photo art.Carpenter's workshop was simply amazing and i 've loved the inner pictures in taylor's house.

Bravo!
Please keep this wonderful work!

[Vauban]

@Giorginetto, WarriorOfToys, kaethe and grangel: thank you very, very much for your nice comments.

Chapter III.

How master BALTOR had said to RIGAS, TORIM was on the way with one of the guys in the early afternoon in order to deliver a new table. His companion in the bank of the cart slipped jerkily back and forth and looked around carefully again and again. “By the Indescribable One, SESIL, you drive me still crazy. Do you have bees in the back? “ TORIM asked his companion after a while.

[Vauban]

“Yes, with the Indescribable one! , TORIM, don't you know, where your father has sent us?“ “Into the oak lane. Yes, and? “ “What, >yes, and?<  Sorcerers and witches are living there. Hopefully we come home recovered and in one piece. One hears strange things about these people, which came into the oak lane….““My friend, what have we loaded?” “A table.” “And what does a sorcerer at a table?” “Working, eating… what do I know? ““You see, if they're working or eating on a table, then they don't differ nevertheless at all too much from us. Thus be unconcerned!“ He shaked his head about his companion's fear. TORIM looked forward. The oak lane was still only two roads far away.

[Vauban]

After they had arrived at their goal in the oak lane, TORIM rose out of the cart. He looked curiously over the lane. He had to agree SESIL secretly, this road was strange. The whole borough was so different as the quarter of the craftsmen, where he was at home. Never he had seen so many crows at one place in the town. The houses were multicolored, and large windows invited the pedestrians to look into the shops. Strange things, even those bleach heads of  deceased presented themselves in the displays.

[Vauban]

But the humans, who they met, were most unusual. All seemed to be very old. The men had long beards, which often went up to the belly. They wore long, richly looking garbs. On their heads were turbans and sharpener hats, while the women carried usually felt hats and old clothes. Many of the women had an embossment or went forward bent, whereby they supported themselves by sticks or their brooms. Wolves and cats hurried around between the humans again and again.

[Vauban]

TORIM had to force himself to turn the face away from the strange happening on the road. He had to to care about his work. Just in the moment, when he wanted to knock on the door, there was a voice from the inside, “The door isn't closed, you can carry the table into the house.” He opened the door, then the mouth to an answer, in order to close it irritated then immediately again, because he did not know, what he should say. Only very few humans had ever experienced TORIM so speechless, - and most, which had this pleasure, would swear oaths on the fact that he had slept at this time with open eyes.

[Vauban]

TORIM stepped speechless into the room. He was astonished about that his eyes seeing. Because they saw nothing, in addition, nothing at all unusual. It was a room, as he knew it from at home also: there was an open fire-place for heating the area on cold days and for preparing the meals. He saw a shelf with furniture and supplies, and four chairs, which stood around an empty place in the room. A man of an inconspicuous figure and clothes welcomed the young carpenter.

[Vauban]

“As I see, master BALTOR exceeded himself: an invisible table, which is Not able to be seized still in addition. Splendid! “ Finally TORIM regained his language, “oh, no, - the table is still on the cart. We will bring it immediately. Please excuse my improper behavior.“ He ran quickly back to the cart, in order to bring together with SESIL the heavy table in the house.

[Vauban]

Heavily breathing they unloaded the solid table and carried it to its place between the chairs. Searchingly the fingers of the foreigner pulled over the edges and the plate of the table. Now TORIM had the opportunity to regard him somewhat more exactly. He might be about 30 years old, had a even-moderate all world face and short brown hair. Simply his long thin moustache has set off the man a little bit. But exactly this average feature of the man let him be noticeable in this environment like a multicolored dog.