Welcome to Three Word Thursday #35. This week our perspicacious and eloquent writers were free to choose whatever words they wished from the October word list. 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.
tenebrous — dark, gloomy, obscure
tragematopolist — confectioner; candy-maker; sweet shop owner
utible — useful; usable
vacivity — vacant, unoccupied
The 12th Knight of Strawberry Fife
Evaard stashed a piece of the dragon shell in his cloak pocket, and banged upon the back door of the Patisserie cottage. It was more than apparent that somebody had desecrated the dragon caves. Evaard glanced nervously at the garden and cast his gaze toward the skies. The dragons would come soon and demand justice. He could only hope that when the time came, he would have justice to give them.
He pounded upon the door again. No sounds issued forth from inside. Even a house in mourning would assign a servant to answer the door – especially the back door where discreet deliveries would be made. Evaard grabbed the door handle and pulled the latch.
After the bright light of day, the tenebrous entry hall appeared sinister. Evaard unsheathed his sword and stepped inside. He proceeded slowly, his back pressed to the wall. The first door on the right opened to reveal the kitchen, which had obviously been deserted in the midst of meal preparation.
Evaard approached the table. It bore a platter of cheese, dried and crumbled around the edges. An ewer of milk, warm and yellowing, sat alongside a plate of sliced and drying bread.
The stove was cold to the touch. A pot of stew with puddles of congealed grease waited beside a kettle which had been left to boil dry. Apparently the kitchen help left in a bit of a hurry.
Evaard searched the rest of the house. Madam Patisserie and her servants were not at home and it seemed doubtful they’d planned their outing. Madame Patisserie’s cloak and reticule remained in the front hall.
The vacivity of the house posed a puzzle. Olaf Patisserie’s body posed a puzzle. The fact that he couldn’t find Chevall’s body posed a puzzle. Evaard patted his cloak. The dragon’s eggs posed a puzzle as well. He had far too many questions and no answers.
First Evaard wanted to speak to the tragematopolist and his servant boy – possibly the last one to see the Patisseries alive. Then he planned to re-question Fencil about the alley fight. And then, whether he had any utible evidence or not, Evaard knew he’d have to report to the King.