Alcingeria

Chapter Twenty Six: Dinner Guest

Chapter Twenty Six Dinner Guest:

Saturday June 26th 1690

It was a few hours later that all of us went to the kitchen to wash up. Martha had prepared dinner while we all played cards and talked. When we were finished, she came out with a steaming tray of meat and vegetables. We sat down at the table, which we had set a little while ago. There was still ale in the keg, which I was happy to see.

Martha set the tray of food down and sat down with us. Everyone reached out and took some for themselves. I served myself and bit into the juicy meat, still tasting as fresh as it did yesterday, and took a long drink of ale, smiling at the sound of my friends talking and laughing around me. Was this what our life was going to be? I certainly wouldn't mind staying with them. We never sorted out anything long term, but it looked like we were starting to set down roots with these people.

"Thanks a lot, Martha!" Francella piped up through his mouthful of boar. "Dinner is good tonight."

"Boar, huh?" Walden asked, slowly inching towards the meat. "I uh... I love boar."

I ate the rest of mine and I finished my vegetables. I ended the meal with a drink of ale. Walden couldn't see over the table if he actually sat, so he just hovered in place.

"Hey, who wants to see a trick?" Asked Tabatha, setting down her fork.

Macalister raised his hand.

"Of course you do, Macalister." She said with a chuckle.

I smiled in anticipation of what it might be. It was always something with her.

"A trick?" Don asked tentatively.

Tabatha pointed her finger at her cup full of water, angled her finger upwards and the cup levitated a few feet off the table. She shot a mischievous look to Don along with a sly smile. She pointed her finger at him and the thing levitated over his head. He looked up in fear. Just then, something about her changed. Her eyes acquired a slight flicker of doubt. She then levitated the cup back down to the table. She looked at him, still sporting a sly smile.

"Just kidding, I'm not that mean."

"You most definitely are," he sighed.

He exhaled in relief. Who knew? The cat and the mouse could get along. After Tabatha apologized, it seemed that they had something of an understanding afterwards.

"Oh, look!" Laughed Walden. "The witch has a heart!"

She just glared at him. I was starting to like our fairy friend. As annoying as he seemed at first, he was actually pretty funny.

"Why are you here anyhow, Walden?" Martha asked, masking her irritation with a vain attempt at politeness.

"What? Ceberus didn't tell ya?" He asked. "I was invited."

"Why didn't you come last night again?" I asked. "You said you had something going on, right?"

"Yeah, I had somethin' to do," he admitted.

"You probably got sidetracked peeping on the local brothels and forgot," Martha leered.

"Hey, I haven't done that in long time. A while. A few days. Whatever."

Martha rolled her eyes at him.

"Ah, c'mon!" He cajoled. "If you let me stay here, we can all be best friends for a night! Whaddya say?"