The Kings Jewel

Chapter Four

Jalia loved her new fiddle. She practiced bowing, as her mother's old book suggested. Long, slow bows on the open strings.  This was called legatto, according to the book.  It was difficult at first, but she finally got the hang of holding the bow, and applying the right amount of pressure.

Her scratches and squeeks were anything but musical, yet she pushed through it. One day, I will sound good, she told herself.  She looked forward to that day. For now,  she would practive daily.

Oaken wasn't so sure the fiddle was a good idea.

"Are you sure you made it right," he asked. "It sounds broken."

Brass laughed then smiled as he fondly recalled his late wife's first year with the instrument.

"Itself just fine," he replied. "She's learning. She could only get better."

Jalia spent the rest of that day walking around the farm and practicing her open strings. From place to place, she fiddled around, until finally she ended up at the barn.

"I know!" She exclaimed aloud. "Ill put on a show for Baba!"

Baba gave an unimpressed moo as Jalia approached.

"Well, if that isn't an enthusiastic way to greet someone," Jalia laughed. "And to think, I came here to show you what I am learning!"

Jalia positioned her fiddle on her shoulder, and put her chin into place. She brought the bow up and slowly set it onto the D string, the second string from the top. Closing her eyes, she slowly brought the bow down.

Screetch, squeel, scurtutleech...

Baba mooed loudly, but Jalia ignored her. She kept bowing.

Scratchikkatuttle eeecch...

Baba began pulling harder at her post, until finally the cow managed to break the post. She was still tied to it, and when she ran away to escape the noise, the dragging post took out Jalia's feet, knocking the aspiring fiddler to the ground. She landed on her rump with a 'hmmph!'. The cow ran off down the hill,  towards the house.

"Well, if that's not just the rudest thing ever..." Jalia complained. Picking herself up and dusting the straw and dirt from her legs, she gathered her fiddle and bow and walked back home.

When she got there, Brass and Oaken were holding her still. They saw Jalia approaching and asked at the same time, "What happened with Baba? This poor thing was next to impossible to calm down! Something really spooked her!"

At the mention of Jalia's name, the traumatized cow looked up at Jalia. With a terrible, blood curdling moo the cow fought against the two men holding her rope to escape.

Jalia burst into tears.

"I just wanted to show her my fiddle!" She cried, and ran into the house with a final "stupid cow!".

Oaken and Brass gave eachother puzzled looks before bursting out in laughter.

"See, dad.. Even Baba thinks that thing is broken. " Oaken teased.

Brass just smiled at his son.

"Make fun of my craftsmanship all you want, but don't you dare tease your sister about her practicing. Now take Baba back to the barn." Brass left Oaken to handle the cow, while he went inside to console his daughter.

Later that night, Jalia got her favorite birthday gift ever. A good, solid fucking from her two lovers.

"Come with me, you two," she had told them.

They did as requested, and followed her upstairs and into her bedroom. She had the biggest bed in the house, and it easily accommodated the three of them.