Teja son of Tagila (
ostro_goth) wrote2011-03-16 09:31 pm
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OOM: Taking Sameth to Gotland again
Teja is in the forge, gathering a few things he is meaning to take to Gotland and show to Aligern -- for Adalgoth had told him that he would come to see them, soon.
It would, of course, be cheating history -- but then, Teja would gladly give his people any reasonable help he may.
No fire-arms, of course.
And then, of course, in the end, all his aid might result in could just as well be the development of the famous Ulberht swords that Teja has read about...
It would, of course, be cheating history -- but then, Teja would gladly give his people any reasonable help he may.
No fire-arms, of course.
And then, of course, in the end, all his aid might result in could just as well be the development of the famous Ulberht swords that Teja has read about...
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"I'll do that and my Kait prefers me for her bed. I'm just glad to know Teja and all he can teach me about duty and work beside him in his forge."
Then he looks to Hilde and manages a slightly better smile,
"We should tell your mother how many to expect for dinner."
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"Well, that was plainly plain," he finally says.
He doesn't argue about Adalgoth having had Gotho, because insinuating things about Adalgoth (even though half of everybody, including Gotho, always thought those rumours true) out loud, in front of Wachis and his little daughter, would be inexcusably rude.
Even though those rumours and insinuations might probably be true by now, if they were not before.
"Life and politics, on the other hand, sometimes are horrifyingly complex."
He looks around, sighs again, then turns back to the (amazingly!) still smiling Teja, and concentrates on the techniques of folding steel again.
Hilde, still holding Count and not certain what has happened, holds out her hand to Sameth.
"I'll take you to the house!" she says, proudly.
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"I'd like that and its not that hard to make Teja smile. Just surprise him."
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He is quite happy not to get his paws muddy if there are humans willing to carry him around.
Especially such small, sweet and devoted humans.
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"Count's never going to leave if you carry him around like that."
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"Isis is a very nice cat!"
Count, having reached dry ground, hops off her and runs to carefully but politely greet the very pregnant red cat lying by the hearthfire.
Gotho, Liuta and Rauthgundis are working on the dinner by the fire as well.
"Greetings," Gotho says. "Did you come with our guest?"
In case that he did not, she doesn't mention the king outright.
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Its an incredibly homey house and Sam's smile gets bigger.
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"I didn't, you little toad!" the older girl protests. "I had to get my apron out."
Hilde sticks out her tongue.
"Thank you," Liuta says. "Girls, don't fight. Sameth, your help would be appreciated in putting up the big table. All the other men are in the forge, probably gaping and talking shop."
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She points to where they are.
"Alaric, Witichis, you help him!"
Two boys get up from a corner where they have been playing with stick figures. They're about ten years old, and roll their eyes a little.
"That's Sameth, the king's apprentice. I like him!" Hilde declares, proudly.
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"Now you get a drink!" she declares. "You're our guest. Sit down and drink, we do the rest. And I'll bring the king his cup again too!"
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He sits down and takes the cider with another blush, its nice being treated nicely just because.
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"I want to do that," she says. "You always get to be nice to the important people."
"Don't pout, Ursula," Liuta says.
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Gotho and Liuta are getting the other kids to help set the table; as the babies are nicely asleep, even Ursula gets up to help as well, but makes sure she gets out the golden goblet so it'll be ready for her to serve to the king.
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He can take care of the cats!
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He's a big shaggy dog, a descendant of the alpine mountain dog that Gotho walked through all of Italy with.
"Hilde, you can fetch the men now," Gotho says. "And Ursula, you can fill the golden cup -- but carefully. Athalwin, put that wooden sword away, thank you!"
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