Chapter 2
Negotiations
Later that day found all noble personages and important ambassadors in the castle's courtroom debating what to do about the treaty problems between Assyriac and Teranad. Averian and Geran were seated facing each other, and Averian ventured a shy smile. Geran beamed the largest grin she had ever seen in reply. It was all Averian could do to keep from laughing.
During dinner, Geran tried all the things he could think of to learn more of this curious girl. He wanted to learn what made her tick, for she seemed so different from all the other girls in Teranad. All he could find out was she had six little sisters, no brothers, she was eighteen, and her father was widowed. This was interesting to him, for he himself had no sisters and only one little brother. He wondered so much more about this remarkable ambassador. Was she happy serving her country here in Teranad? Was she betrothed? .
In the courtroom, Averian was bored stiff. That was just how she felt; stiff. She felt like she could never walk again. They had been in this room for hours, listening to the same debate. She just wanted to be somewhere else, like the gardens. She loved flowers. But, unfortunately, this was no matter to be taken lightly. The good of a whole country depended on this. There were still some ambassadors and nobles who did not wish to be entreatied to Assyriac, believing that there was no benefit to them. But Averian was determined to win over the nobles. And possibly, have some merriment in the process.
"Miss Averian, may I have a word?" Geran sauntered over to her as the meeting adjourned. " This afternoon, I will be taking a ride out under the clear sky. Would you like to join me?"
She felt her stiff back. It took her a minute, but she finally decided that it would be worth it to have some fresh air. " Well, I have a meeting with the prime minister and his wife in one hour, but after that, I have nothing all afternoon!"
"Wonderful! I will meet you out in the North stables, across from the clock tower, at three. I should have your ride saddled and ready to go by then. Now, I'll be counting down the seconds till it is time." With that, they parted their two separate ways, each dreaming of a completely different afternoon.
The grand clock struck three just as Averian marched into the stables. She let her gaze wander until it finally came to rest on Geran, brushing a mighty charger. " Well, well, well, I see you have faith in my riding to saddle up such an impressive stallion for me."
He turned to her with a sheepish smile." Well, actually, I had intended for you to ride this one," and with that he pointed to a docile mare passively masticating some straw," but now I realize you would not even think of riding such a tame little fellow. I suppose we will have to suit you up with a different mount."
He called to a short, plump, stable boy with huge, bulging eyes, a quick smile, and an accent from somewhere North East of Teranad. He hastily sized Averian up, then ran down a few stalls till he found the steed he was looking for. He led a brilliant white mare out of his stall and over to Averian.
"This otta work well for ya' Mam. We calls him Toby Tempest for the storm you get from ridin' him. You best be careful, he might throw you clear off. Hold on tight now!"
She threw her climbed on and daintily lighted, sidesaddle, of course. "Thank you very much, Sir….."
"Oh, Angus Macdonald at your service"
" Thank you very much, Angus Macdonald, but, we best be off." And together, Averian and Geran rode off towards the afternoon of a lifetime.
