“I am going to be gone tomorrow,” the young prince informed his one and only confidante, the palace cook. She had looked after him since he had been a wee lad, mothering him and patching him up when he scraped his knee and so forth. Eric loved her as he would his mother, whom he had never known, having died soon after giving birth to him. His father had been much to busy to bring up his little son. So his care and instruction had fallen to the servants. Of course he had had the best tutors money could hire, and in truth, they probably would have given the service without so much as a penny or a word of complaint. For young Eric was a brilliant child and a pleasure to instruct. And you can’t dismiss the honor of teaching the king’s son. But the elderly cook had been the most devoted.
“Where are you going?” she queried, slowly stirring a bubbling pot of something with a heavenly scent.
“I don’t know. Anywhere further than ten miles,” he replied with a snort of disgust.
“Do you have an objection to the surrounding ten miles?” she asked, slightly raising her eyebrows.
“Not particularly. I just don’t want to be here, that’s all.”
“You’re being evasive child,” she said “Come, tell me what’s on your mind.”
“The royal advisors have invited all of the ‘eligible’ young ladies here for me to get acquainted.” Eric ended with another snort and rolled his eyes heavenward. The eyebrows went up a notch. A small knowing smile slowly spread over her features.
“What I don’t understand, Elsie, is why I must choose a bride, or rather have one chosen for me. Do men really need a woman in the way? I have absolutely no interest in the female race, and never will!” he ended on a triumphant, superior note, as if all married men were unbelievably stupid.
Old Elsie’s eyebrows rose to unbelievable heights. She slowly nodded then burst out in a high cackle. “I understand boy, to think they force such things on children at your age.”
For indeed Eric was all of twelve years old. But, according the nobility, the girls and their families needed time in advance to prepare.
“You may go wherever you like as long as you take someone with you.”
“You won’t tell anyone?”
“Nay lad, I won’t tell a soul.”
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