And of the very third part of our tale, do we now carry on.
Indeed.
And of the very same, shall I find myself speaking of the very things that did occur as the young lad did cook his dish.
The very meat given to him by the man Fren Chavalier...
Even so, using the spices given to him by Fren Chavalier, coupled with what one may call the very touch of a better cook.
Why, with the very massive fork they used, even so, with the very spices of all sorts, did he cook the very meat in oil...
Ever so cautiously, one may say...
But to a better eye, ever so expertly...
Indeed.
Why, they all...
Reginald: (thinking: Why, a most interesting lad he finds himself to be. He can cook, even so, like this?)
Yes...
A most pertinent question at such a time.
Even so, did the very cooking go on...
Nancy: (thinking: Truly, what a lad...)
Shocking them all, I would say...
Indeed.
Why, the very many things concerning all that...
Well, perhaps one day I shall tell you of it all...
Indeed.
However, even so, now...
Was it a properly cooked set of pieces of meat...
All the very likes of which found themselves to be browned on the outside...
And yet, ever so fleshy on the inside.
Indeed.
Why, did the young lad take no time in taking the first morsel...
All the same as the very delicious scent reverberated in the air about them.
Indeed.
Why, was there a soft crunch as he did take the first bite...
Even and so, as all those about him...
The very likes of which were all fully satisfied by their meal, soon after found their very stomachs in desire for yet more sustenance.
Indeed.
And of that, why...
The very conglomerate of the spices from Fren Chavalier and the very spice, hmmm...
Well, I do suppose that the word spice does not fit too well over here...
But indeed.
Also the very spice and or honey that the man Reginald Walterson did offer to him...
To say nothing of the gift oh-so lovingly given to him...
Yes...
The very meat.
And all the same, why...
They all combined did bring their tongues yet ablaze...
And of it, well...
Not for it, but rather quite honestly...
For the very man was quite curious.
Fren: Do say, my dear lad, how does it taste?
And thereof, did the young lad, upon his third piece already...
Jake: Salty...
Indeed.
That would be how the lad would have described it exactly.
Salty.
And of the very same, why...
Did he continue to eat it.
Fren: I see...
Most obvious is why he would ask that, I say.
Moving along, did the young lad find himself simply giving the very man a piece he himself could eat.
And thereof...
Fren: Oh, no, no, no... Why, I could never... 'tis your gift, after all.
And thereof, did the young lad shake his arm...
As though to insist...
Before the man did kindly say...
Fren: Well, I do suppose it is best I simply agree.
And thereafter, did he take a bite of his meal...
A soft crunch following as well, before...
Fren: Mmmmmmmmmh!
Chewing it with oh-so great a passion and smile to him.
Why, his teeth were at work, one would say, and of the very same, did the others simply stare in obvious curiosity...
Indeed.
Only for...
Fren: Why, this tastes amazing! One of the very best things I've ever tasted! Indeed!
The thoughts in his mind did soon carry...
Why, was it for the meat, for his spices, for the very honey from Reginald Walterson...
Or even so, for the lad's own cooking, or even more...
For all four?
Indeed.
A most pertinent question, I would say.
Even so, why...
Had the very man decided to think of it later, considering that it was likely all four...
Well, I should say that it was for the very taste of the meat and the eyeing of his comrades that the man himself did not find this to be the very first of his thoughts.
Why, did he decide to concentrate on what was about him.
And thereof...
Fren: Why, you all simply must try some.
Indeed.
The very man had soon began to search for a knife with his hand...
All before, the young lad did simply pluck off four more pieces, all the while, the very action causing Fren Chavalier to simply pause...
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Watching him as he...
Did motion them all to take of his plate.
Nancy: Why, dear lad... we could not, I say!
Reginald: Indeed. Madam Thornberry has it correct. Why, to take so much from you... I say...
Even still, did the ever silent Florian Addison simply...
Florian: Indeed! I agree.
All the same did even Madam Hathaway somewhat refuse this action.
Victoria: Truly, I say...
Why, was it somewhat odd for her, I should say...
However, did the young lad motion them to take of his plate once more...
Nancy: Well, I...
Reginald: I would never.
But for Fren Chavalier to say...
Fren: Oh, come now, all of you. Be kind to our guard.
Indeed.
And after yet a bit more "this's" and "thats", did the very quartet find themselves eating the very meat provided to them.
And thereof...
Reginald: My, my!
Nancy: Indeed!
Reginald: Why, Fren...!
The very man he spoke of did merely nod his head..
Truly, at a bite, was it much better than many a thing even this rich man could attest to having eaten.
Fren: Truly, I say...
Even so, was it Florian Addison who thereafter ate a bite...
Soon after, his very eyes widening...
Yes...
Seeing is believing, one would say.
And of the very same, did he continue...
Madam Thornberry was already eating it herself, as I did say.
Her eyes still shocked that such a thing found itself possible.
And of the very same...
Florian: Mmmmm...!
Yes, yet another surprised one...
To say nothing of Madam Victoria Hathaway, the very woman who found herself not merely shocked, but also hurt...
Why, the very woman was not too fond of the young lad...
...
Well, I do suppose that eventually, all shall come to light.
Indeed.
And of the very same, did her tongue relish the taste enough that her whole body jolted...
Enough that she closed her mouth out of reflex, I would say.
Enough that Reginald Walterson, did say...
Reginald: My, my... 'Twould seem that our dear Victoria so happens to have liked it the most.
Fren: Indeed!
A laugh from them both and the very Madam Thornberry did follow...
All the while leaving a blushing and terribly embarrassed Madam Hathaway on the wall.
...
Yes, 'tis yet another saying...
Simply to say, that once a thing is on the wall, can every person see it.
Indeed.
That, my dear reader, could so accurately describe the very sight that lay before them all.
Yes.
A blushing beautiful woman.
And therewith did the woman remain silent...
Embarrassed, I would say...
With an ego crushed, I would follow.
All the same, did the very man soon say...
Reginald: And a great thank you to you, my dear lad! Indeed.
Fren: Here! Here!
Nancy: Truly, my dear lad, thank you.
Florian: Yes, thank you.
And lastly...
Victoria: Thank you kindly...
'Tis a most painful day for Madam Hathaway.
A most painful one indeed.
And all the same, I say...
Did the very young lad simply say...
Jake: It is ok.
Indeed.
And thereafter, with boughs of jolly, did they continue to eat...
Why, ...
Did they very soon after finish whatever meat the lad had given them...
As had the lad finished his own meal...
The very thought following in their hearts...
The very sort of which that none of them had the courage or lack of honour to ask...
Being that the young lad cook for them once more...
Not merely for the very experience that was his last meal...
However, for the very question also.
Was this merely of the meat, or also, of the talent he had just shown them?
Naturally, the very question was of little consequence to them.
Why, to even so ask of such, I say.
Indeed.
Of the very same, I shall go on with the tale.
Indeed.
After the very cleaning by the river water, the very last sips of water and or mead, did they all, as a group, grand and happy, for the most part, I would say...
Find themselves each headed for their very carriages...
The very reason being to sleep...
For...
Indeed.
The very many of them did desire rest.
...
Yes, a night time travel is quite the clever idea, I would say, why...
Would it make the very greatest sense to travel at such and such a time...
For, truly, I say...
A very great many beasts remain inactive at night.
...
Yes, but of course...
'Tis good to see that my dear reader is well read.
Indeed.
There do remain a very great many beasts that do feast only at night...
Why, such as the very giant white owl.
Indeed.
...
Well, 'tis as is said...
A giant white owl.
Indeed.
...
Well, 'tis as a giant white owl...
...
Questions, questions, I say...
Why, that question shall have to wait for another day...
Indeed.
Even so, does the very beast find itself amongst those that prowl in the night...
Hidden, I would say.
...
'Tis one of the many things of the world I just so happen to exist in, my dear reader...
For, truly...
How does one fail to see a giant white owl, one several feet taller than any normal man.
'Tis a most pertinent question, and yet...
Many a soul have been lost to this beast.
Indeed.
Why, a most clever one it finds itself to be.
Yes...
Hiding wherever it may...
Silently flying across the groves...
Why, indeed.
How one does fail to see such a massive beast?
Yes...
How one truly does.
...
Well, of course I am of the knowledge of how...
I was merely, how you say...
Building up tension...
Yes...
For, indeed.
The very beast is one that the young lad shall see soon.
Yes...
...
Oh, absolutely, my dear reader...
In a matter of sentences, I would say...
For as they all decided to head to their carriages for some much needed rest, why...
Did the young lad make a most interesting request...
...
Yes, yes...
I shall get on with it.
Jake: I would like to head out for a walk.
Indeed.
A most fascinating proposal, one may say.
Why, what sort of guard would leave the very premises of those he is to guard for a mere walk.
Indeed.
What sort.
However, in this scenario, was the young lad not merely foolish...
Why, had the very man by the name of Fren Chavalier already told him that beasts were not of the sort to attack them inside the carriage...
All the same, had the young lad not the mind to travel too far away, and even so, to keep in mind the very ones who he was to guard.
Indeed.
'Twas a most interesting posture, one may say...
Of the many things of life and life itself.
...
Why, 'tis to say...
That yellow is not always yellow...
Gold, may not always be gold...
But and however, sunlight, shall always be sunlight.
...
No, no, no...
'Tis a not so oft said saying, I would say.
One that originates from a poem.
Indeed.
...
Why, something as noticeable as yellow, the very colour...
One may be fooled by it...
Even so, gold...
Yes, can one be fooled by the appearance of gold...
But of sunlight...
Nay, none can be fooled of the appearance of the sun.
...
Hmmm...
Perhaps a better explanation would fall, if you were first to reassure yourself of the fact that I speak not of gold in terms of its value in the eyes of man...
Or yellow in the mere terms of its colour...
For, truly, I say unto you, my dear reader...
Truly...
The very colour yellow may really be orange...
The very gold may yet be mixed in with silver, or perhaps some other metal...
And of the very sunlight, I say...
Why, who can lie about the experience...
For, hot or cold, it remains the sun...
And thereof, what is said is what is said...
And while it may be yellow or gold...
Is the very sun irrefutable.
Indeed.
...
Yes, yes, a most poetic thing...
...
The whole poem, you say?
Why, 'tis the very poem called...
To Seek Justice...
By a man called Clarence...
Why, the very man calls himself Clarence of the Bees...
Do fail to ask me why...
I would rather not bother.
...
Yes, yes...
The very poem, I say...
Very well then...
"Cold as night and merry as day
Failures fight merrily as they may say
Beauteous wings of justice arise
All so the many, their roles may reprise."
That would be the very first stanza.
And of the second.
"Violent nights and violent days
Truly, the chosen may fight any which way
Blood of the ancient ones comes to the fray
Solidifying one thing, that humans soon may."
And of the very third...
"Coldest of nights and coldest of days
Tormentuous nights and rivers flowing away
Forgive us, oh-please, they may say
Why, what a strange thing, as they stare away."
And of the very finisher, as he would call it...
"'Tis the tale of humanity, my dear brothers and fellows
Like the shiniest of silvers from mountains old
That shines so bright and beautiful and bright
Fail to assume that this ends all with might."
And of the very last part, I do hope you remember
"That yellow is not always yellow.
Gold, may not always be gold.
But and however, sunlight, shall always be sunlight.
And of that, must we in our hearts, fight."
A most interesting poem, I would say...
...
Why, I shall leave that discovery to you, my dear reader...
Indeed.
And of the very same, do I go on.
Indeed.
The very young lad by the name of Jake Phyr had just asked a most strange question...
And of the very same, why...
Did the man by the name of Fren Chavalier very quickly say...
Fren: Why, of course...
And even more...
Fren: I shall leave my door open but closed, shall you need to re-enter it.
Indeed.
A most generous remark, one the very likes of which all their hearts agreed with...
Well, but for Madam Hathaway, who held herself from saying such...
Why, 'twould be troublesome should she say something, she would say.
Indeed.
And of the very same, did the young lad...
Turn around, but for Fren Chavalier to say...
Fren: However, do return in the morning by first light. Why, we shall require some breakfast after that.
Indeed...
Did the young lad turn back and nod...
Before turning back again...
Fren: Very well then. A most joyous walk to you, my dear lad...
Indeed.
Even so, ...
Reginald: Yes, a most joyous walk indeed.
Why, did Madam Thornberry soon follow...
Nancy: Yes, of course. Do have a properly good time.
And of Florian and Madam Hathaway...
Florian: Yes, indeed.
Victoria: Do return safely...
'Tis of her own ability that she managed to say that...
Much rather would she have been utterly silent, I would say.
Indeed.
And of the very same, why...
Did the young lad merely leap above them all...
Up and over the very coil...
All before landing upon the grass...
And thereafter, walking...
Indeed.
Converser at hand, clothing from Madam Thornberry, the bladed pen in a pocket, some honey left, yes...
He did have yet more...
And of the very same, a full stomach from the meal.
Indeed.
A most proper exit he did have then and there.
...
No, no...
Do fail to assume that the lad had any ideas concerning leaving...
Indeed.
Why, he was here to to exactly what he had set himself to do this day.
Indeed.
To take a walk, and thereof, was he...
Hmmm...
Time is up yet again.
Well, 'tis as I would say...
Yet once more, my dear reader...
Yet once more!
