Do not fear, dear reader, after all we have
been through, do you honestly think I would be so mean as to leave my story
there? Although I do believe that is what is commonly referred to in the
writing business as a blooming fantastic cliff-hanger.
I will admit it has been some time since I
last put pen to paper but I felt I owed you an explanation so I will pick up
from where I left off.
The horse.
I had been right, I did know that horse. I’d
recognise that fine specimen anywhere, and his even finer rider.
My knife clattered to the table, a forgotten
thing as my feet led me to the door. Peaches’ impatient hooves clicked against
the floor to the beat of my erratic heart.
The metal of the latch was stingingly cold as
I flicked it up and opened the door. And there he was standing a mere few
strides away. He ran a rough hand down Bucky’s broad chest, eyes trained on me.
My throat dried instantly.
He wore chainmail but the Kalmador colours
were missing.
His lips quirked up in a smile and something
inside me aligned.
“Well.” I sighed, leaning on my doorjamb,
feigning calm. “You took your time.”
Teeth scraped his lower lip, suppressing a
grin. He shook his head and gestured at the expanse of nothingness all around
us.
“You didn’t exactly make it easy for me, did
you?”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
Kaspar took one step towards me and I ran,
crashing into him with such force it knocked the wind right out of me. The
links of his chainmail bit into my chest and I squeezed him tighter. His hand
pressed to the back of my head, cradling me against him. The feel of his
fingertips on my scalp swelled a lump in my throat.
He felt so solid. So warm. Not just a
fabrication on parchment.
“You’re really here,” I mumbled into his
neck, dropping all pretence.
His lips found my cheek. “I’ve got you.”
My legs buckled and Kaspar lowered me
carefully to the ground, dropping with me as I crumbled. The damp grass soaked
through my tights instantly, one of my knees almost frozen due to the gaping
hole there. He sheltered me from the crisp breeze with his body, rocking me
gently as I wept.
Feeling a warm presence around us, I lifted
my face and was met with a dry, heavy swipe of a tongue from chin to forehead.
I batted the muzzle away and Kaspar let out a chuckle, the sound sending
tingles through my body.
“Hello, sweet Peaches,” Kaspar muttered with
a tone as soft as butter. “Thank you for keeping this one in one piece for me.”
She whinnied in response and pressed her
forehead hard against Kaspar’s in greeting.
“Bucky’s over there.” He nodded over to where
his impressive stallion was tethered, “How about you go and catch up with your
old buddy?”
Peaches’ ears swished at the sight of the
handsome horse and she happily obliged, trotting away and leaving us gazing
longingly at one another.
“I
can’t believe you’re here,” I rushed, his face distorting through fresh tears.
He hushed me like a child, his hold of me
tightening. His pounding heart thudded against my cheek as he smoothed my hair
behind my ears. “I told you I was not letting you go, didn’t I?”
You probably have a few questions, so I will
try to answer them all now.
It turned out that I had missed quite a lot
while I was minding my own business trying and failing to grow cabbages. King
Cedric had been furious when he found out his son had betrayed him and aided my
escape but all of that got pushed aside when the raiders finally came. Thanks
to King Oldin actually doing something right for a change and using his
abundance of manpower to help protect the citadel, King Cedric and Kaspar were
able to lead them to victory and drove the raiders back before they did
irreversible damage.
Shortly after the dust had settled, Kaspar
and Lady Delphine divorced. It had been Delphine’s idea. She discovered her
father’s plans and refused to be his pawn. She moved back to Ullswood and
abdicated her title, seeking a life that was her own. Now that the union
between Kalmador and Ullswood had been severed, King Oldin no longer had his
hold over Cedric and in a matter of months the king was able to win back his
people’s trust by lowering their taxes back to their original prices.
Kaspar’s relationship with his father is
still rocky to say the least, but Cedric has seemed to acknowledge that his son
is a good man and an even better prince to his people. It is clear that,
despite them not seeing eye to eye on all matters, they have deep rooted
respect for one another and want what is best for the kingdom. Cedric even
allowed Kaspar to search for me in his downtime – which was not very often.
His first search had taken him to the little
village of Madden which my parents now call home – named after the family that
founded it and still makes up about a third of the population. Yes, the
Treagers are alive and well. The knights had managed to squirrel them away when
the raiders swarmed in. Mr Treager managed to clobber one of the ambushers over
the head with a clay pot on the way out, snuffing him out like a candle. He’s
very proud of that story. Brings it up every chance he gets.
There has been an attempt to rebuild
Greysmarsh after the attack but most of its inhabitants had decided to move to
more desirable locations. Kaspar had expected me to have settled down with my
parents after my exile so his worry only heightened when my parents told him
they had not seen me since the day I left for the palace. Apparently Kaspar had
tried to fool them into believing he was just a simple knight to avoid creating
a scene, but the Treagers have always had an eye for faces and Kaspar gave up
the pretence almost immediately.
What a day that must have been for them, to
get a personal visit from the prince himself. But, of course, the revelry was
overshadowed by their sudden fresh fear that their son was in danger. Kaspar
made up a story that I had been on my way to visit them and I was simply a day
behind schedule so he had come to check what the holdup was. He told me they
bought the lie but I know that could not be true. Why would the prince himself
come all that way to find a missing jester? But Kaspar is still convinced he
did an exceptional job at curbing their worry.
So, after that failed attempt at finding me,
and many more after, he was close to giving up altogether until he happened to
pass through the little farming village where I worked off my food debt and he
caught the backend of a conversation about a certain red-headed loner. It turns
out the farmers made bets every time I left on how long it would take for me to
return for more food after another failed harvest. I would be offended but at
least I am keeping them entertained.
Kaspar asked around about this apparent
red-headed loser – I mean loner – and they pointed him in the direction I
usually appeared from like a ghoulish apparition with terrible fashion
sense.
And that, dear reader, was how he finally
found me.
Our emotional reunion was several months ago
now. I write this in the middle of summer from Kaspar’s desk overlooking the
palace courtyard. The morning sun filters through the curtains, giving me just
enough light for my ink to successfully find parchment.
Yes, I am back in the palace. Not only has my
exile been revoked but I have been granted my old job title. You read that
right, dear reader, I am once again the court jester.
My second chance has put a lot of things into
perspective for me. I am going get it right this time.
Now that Kaspar is no longer betrothed,
Cedric has no qualms with me leaving my bed in my tower room untouched and
seeking the much more appealing option within the prince’s chambers. It is not
public knowledge that the prince and the court jester are an item but I know,
without a shadow of a doubt, that if she were here now, Mirabelle would be my
secret confidant. My heart aches and fresh bile clings to my throat every time
I think of her. I check up on her parents from time to time. There is a
hollowness within their home now, like the light within it has been eternally
gutted. Laina is barely a wisp of a person; she floats about the farm like an
echo. Elias’ dramatic weight loss has given him an awful sallow complexion.
People say his loss of appetite is all in his mind, that he simply needs to
allow himself to eat but he refuses. The neighbours have banded together to
keep watch over them. They take turns helping them both with the more challenging
jobs around the farm. It’s painful to witness, but I make sure to do my part.
Kaspar has also unwittingly watered the seed
of guilt within me when it came to my own parents. He had lied when he told
them why he had sought them out. Not only did I know they didn’t believe him
because a prince would not travel all that way for a jester, but the idea that
I had come to visit them was unbelievable in itself.
Not anymore.
At the turn of the seasons, Kaspar and I
travel down to the little village of Madden and spend a night in ‘The Three
Bells’ – The Treagers’ new inn, an ode to their successful jester son. Kaspar
had kept that part of his little tale to himself so he could witness the look
on my face as we both rode into the village and I looked upon the sign hanging above
the door of the tall, narrow building.
Of course, I replaced the sign with one of much higher quality once I
was properly settled in. The way the sun bounces off those three shiny bells is
a sight to behold.
When word got around that The Three Bells was
a frequent resting place for the prince himself, its popularity rivalled that
of The Clover’s in its heyday. I even painted a portrait of Kaspar for my
parents to hang up in their entryway to really get the point across and so even
if their customers were not fortunate enough to cross paths with the crown
prince, they could all get a sense of what it was like to stand in his
presence.
Fear and anxiety had squeezed my lungs the
entire first ride down to Madden but my parents’ warm, open embrace had cauterised
the stinging wound of my own creation. As soon as I was enveloped by Mrs,
Treager’s thick, meaty arms, I couldn’t believe I had ever doubted her love for
me. Mr. Treager clipped me round the ear for worrying them both so, before
gripping the back of my skinny neck and pressing his hot, wrinkled forehead
hard against my own in a manly display of affection.
And just like that, we were a family once
again. The funny little lad of Greysmarsh had really gone and carved his own
place in the world and my parents could not be more proud of me. Winning the
affection of the prince himself also did not go unnoticed.
As for my special little gift, I have
accepted that I will never truly know where it came from and why I have it. I
have not told Kaspar about it, but I most likely will at some point. My ability
was mine and Mirabelle’s little secret, and I fear that if I tell another soul,
I will lose that connection with her. It is an illogical thought, I know. I
feel like I am attempting to gather the last few remaining crumbs of her
existence in a futile attempt to create something lasting. But I know she will
always hold a place in my heart and I will miss her every day for the rest of
my life.
I do think Kaspar suspects something, though.
He is not just a pretty face. I have caught him admiring my work several times,
looking a little too closely for a little too long. Maybe I will wait until he
asks me why the sketch of Bucky he keeps by his bedside makes him want to go
riding every time he gazes at it. I like to think it is the real Bucky
communicating with him through my pencil.
Alta- my beautiful, loving Alta- managed to
get her business back running and is now also thriving. Whenever I can, I make
sure to slip in a good word for her at the palace. So far, I have two sets of
motley designed and created by her in my wardrobe embossed with her signature
delicate filigree embroidery around the cuffs and collar. Cedric is also
willing to let her make something for Kaspar when there’s another big event,
which is pretty huge for an unknown Cragdale dressmaker.
So, that is all there is for me to catch you
up on, dear reader. I cannot say I expected the story to end the way it has,
but I am thoroughly ecstatic with how it has all come together. And there I
was, a mere few months ago, wondering if Peaches really would result to eating
my decomposing body if I were to die out in that shack before she did. She is
still alive and kicking, I will add. Well, maybe her kicking days are behind
her. She has aged considerably; partially blind now with snow white, wiry hair
around her eyes and muzzle, but she always manages to give me a giddy tail
swish when I come to check on her in the palace stables.
The shuffling of bed sheets coming from
behind me means Kaspar is waking and I do very much wish to be there when he
stretches out and starts blindly searching for his morning cuddle.
Dear reader, I had been lost for so long.
Never knowing where I truly fit in. Always a little out of sorts, that was a
good way to describe the general workings of my brain. But now, as I look at my
love, face buried deep in his overstuffed pillow, bare back glowing softly in
the light of the waking sun, I have realised something. I had always struggled
to find a place to call home, because it was never a place for me. It was a
person.
Before I truly leave you, I shall thank you
again, dear reader, for taking the time to get to know me. I wish I could know you
just as deeply. But our time together is over. I am done with living in the
past because, for the first time in a long time, I want to keep my feet planted
firmly in the present.
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