Chapter Three #3
Gannon kept his mouth shut but he was very curious to see how Bastian would react.
The man didn’t like insolence, especially from a woman.
But Bastian’s expression remained surprisingly steady.
He was still devouring her with his eyes.
He had been doing that since the moment they had been introduced as if mesmerized by her beauty.
But his near-catatonic state soon faded and, after a moment, he rubbed at his chin wearily.
“That is true,” he said. “I have no use for a wife and certainly not one with an impudent disposition. No matter how beautiful you are, that cannot make up for a rebellious nature. I will speak with Gloucester to reconsider this betrothal. I am sure I can convince him that a marriage between us would only lead to misery.”
With that, he abruptly turned on his heel and marched down the corridor, taking de Lara with him, who had been standing in the shadows during the entire exchange.
Gannon and Gisella stood there, watching the man go, somewhat startled at his swift movement.
Gannon opened his mouth to say something to his sister but she, too, abruptly turned on her heel and literally ran back into the hall.
Gannon stood there, watching her run, before turning his attention to Bastian, who was nearly out of sight.
He had no idea who to run after. He eventually chose Gisella.
The crowd in the hall had grown now, with guests arriving late, eating their food standing up as pages and servants wandered the hall, filling and refilling wine goblets. It was noisy, almost deafening, as Gannon searched for Gisella.
At the long feasting tables, the beautiful swans had been pulled apart by hungry diners and the castle-shaped subtleties were now destroyed by armies of knives and spoons.
Smoke from the two massive fireplaces had somehow spilled into the hall and a layer of blue haze hung over everything, clouding up the gallery above.
It mingled with the smoke from the torches that were now burning low.
The entire hall was hazy, smoky, and cloyingly warm with all of the people in it.
Gannon wanted to find his sister and then get out of the hall to fresher air and quieter surroundings.
After the brief and unpleasant encounter with Bastian, he wanted to soothe whatever injured feelings she might have about it.
The mock battle in the middle of the room was still going on, the combatants sweating profusely from the stale warmth of the room and from the exertion.
Gannon moved closer to the action, thinking Gisella might have gone back to resume her performance.
As he searched the smoky room for his sister, a man on a bright white stallion entered the hall and pushed through the diners, making his way to the performance in the center.
Everyone began cheering for the man on the steed.
He was dressed in some kind of flowing silver fabric with a massive, pristine broadsword in his right hand and a big golden crown on his head.
The horse was gaily decorated with flowers in its hair and draped with the same silver fabric that its rider wore.
The performers began cheering him as well as the man rode into their midst and they all fell to their knees, worshiping him as he pretended to kill the performers dressed in rags with soot rubbed on their faces to simulate darker skin.
It was evident that King Richard had arrived to smite his foes but the impact of the event was diminished as the white stallion slid around on the smooth slate floor, skittish, and ended up nervously defecating on several of the performers standing close to the volatile rear end.
The diners, very drunk and very happy, exploded into laughter as horse shite ended up on the floor and the performers began slipping and falling in it.
The horse slipped in it, too, kicking it up and hitting some unfortunate diners with it.
The entire play was turning into a comedy of sorts now as people were slipping and shite was flying, and the guests at the elaborate feast were laughing heartily.
It was rather comical, and very chaotic, but Gannon paid little attention to the events going on.
As he stood at the edge of the performance, out of the range of flying horse dung, the angel began to sing again high on the gallery above and his attention turned upwards.
Gisella was on the gallery now, singing her haunting song as two servants lowered her on the silk cord once more.
The cord was looped at the end and she had her right foot in it, holding on to the cord so they were able to lower her upright.
The crowd, seeing the angel re-appear, cheered her happily as the King Richard character opened up his arms to her.
Gannon, his eyes on his sister, charged into the performance again with the intention of snatching his sister when she came within arm’s length.
But he did not consider the fact that the horse shite had spread out all over the floor because he walked right into it.
His eyes had been looking up at the gallery and not down on the messy floor.
Gannon slipped on it, crashing forward into the white stallion just as the actor dressed as King Richard pulled Gisella off her silken cord.
The horse reared, dumping both King Richard and the angel, with most of the weight coming down on the angel.
The horse, free of its rider, bolted off into the hall, dumping over one of the long feasting tables as food, and diners, went flying.
The recent laughter of the guests turned into screams as the horse wreaked havoc in the hall as servants and other actors tried to corral it.
But Gannon wasn’t paying attention to that.
Regaining his footing, he hastened to his sister as King Richard pushed himself off of the fallen angel.
Frightened, concerned, Gannon yanked the dazed man away from his sister only to find Gisella crumpled and unconscious beneath him.