Welcome to Three Word Thursday #30. This week we had no word list and our prolix bloggers (and not so prolix dragons) were invited to use any three (or more) words of their choice from the previously used word list. We also have a dandy bunch of perspicacious writers. If you enjoy reading my story, leave a comment then click on the names of the other players and go see how they used these bygone words. You’ll be entertained (and possibly educated) all at once.
The 12th Knight of Strawberry Fife
Evaard rode into Strawberry Fife on the back of Sir Chevall’s war steed. The sun had barely cleared the horizon. The street was occupied by only a few bonded servants, most of them girls visiting the well. Dismounting behind the strawberry stand, Evaard secured the beast’s reins to a tree branch and hastily made his way to the alley.
He wondered how Mistress Comida Patisserie came to be outside after dark unescorted. That seemed highly suspect, yet Fencil said it was a common event. And if she was Mistress Patisserie, was she not already wed? Why was she courting Chevall? Fencil said she had marriage in mind, but that simply could not be. Evaard knew the merchant, Obel Patisserie. He was a rotund man with a fleshy, glabrous head and sagging jowls. That his wife might want to be rid of him came as no surprise, but the fact that Patisserie allowed her out alone after dark most certainly did.
Evaard drew his sword before stepping into the alley. He entered sideways with his back to the wall, remaining in shadow as much as possible. He paused, looking the scene over carefully. He saw no signs of Chevall or his sword. The club wielders were no longer on the scene.
Evaard scanned the shadows carefully, looking for possible places of ambush. The alley remained surprising clean, save the hitonious pool of stagnicolous water bisecting its length. The only concealment to be had lay behind the closed back door of the Royal Dragon Pub. Evaard stepped from the shadows and approached the foul puddle, noting a glimmer of silver near its northern edge.
Carefully using the toe of his boot, Evaard nudged the silver disc from the sludge. It was a phalerae and it bore the distinctive symbol of Strawberry Fife, a dragon coiled around a giant strawberry. XI was engraved on the back of the phalerae. Eleven. Sir Chevall would never have parted with his badge of office if he were still able to fight.
to be continued
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