| Author: | Peter M. Emmerson | ISBN: | 9780463482964 |
| Publisher: | Peter M. Emmerson | Publication: | August 8, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | Peter M. Emmerson |
| ISBN: | 9780463482964 |
| Publisher: | Peter M. Emmerson |
| Publication: | August 8, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
It was almost an hour later when they were beckoned forward, Ivan Asen was incensed at the further insult that the delay had inferred.
“You are to wait for another day, his majesty has heard sufficient piffle-paffle this day, and has decided to go hunting; you will be summoned at some later time. But for today be thankful that you made it this far,” the chamberlain finished with a sneer.
“We wait no longer,” shouted Ivan Asen, “We have journeyed far to see this Emperor, and see him we will, today, not tomorrow or the next, today!” his voice rang around the hall. Silence fell as the brightly dressed Lords and Ladies turned to see who could have the impudence to raise their voice in anger, in this the Emperor’s place of rest.
The chamberlain spoke in a hissing voice which made no effort to hide his contempt, “I say who sees his majesty, and I do not allow into his presence, un-churched farm-hands who appear out of the fields, dripping mud.”
The room erupted into laughter. Sensing the danger, Todore reached forward to take his brother’s arm, “Come Ivan, let us out from this place.”
Ivan Asen shook free of his hand, “We have come to see this fop, and see him we will!”
“How dare you make reference to his majesty in such a manner, I could have you be-headed for that,” said the black clothed man, stepping swiftly forward he slapped Ivan Asen across the cheek with his open hand.
The crack of the blow resounded around the great hall.
Silence followed the supreme insult as all waited for Ivan Asen’s response. The men at arms stood ominously close by. Some of the Lords present allowed their hands to fall to their sword hilts. If the unarmed brothers made a move, even taking into account, Todore’s size and apparent strength, their lives would be snuffed out in a heartbeat.
Todore wrapped his arms around Ivan Asen moments before his brother sprang at the chamberlain. Clasping his writhing, screaming, incensed brother to his chest he spun him around, and almost carrying and pushing the howling Ivan Asen, made for the stairway leading to the ground.
A tide of laughter and jeers followed their exit.
“That black garbed, illegitimate son of a whore is going to die slowly,” said Ivan Asen through gritted teeth, as they rode at a canter on the road leading from the castle.
“We are lucky to be alive, let alone be in a position to make threats,” Todore replied.
It was almost an hour later when they were beckoned forward, Ivan Asen was incensed at the further insult that the delay had inferred.
“You are to wait for another day, his majesty has heard sufficient piffle-paffle this day, and has decided to go hunting; you will be summoned at some later time. But for today be thankful that you made it this far,” the chamberlain finished with a sneer.
“We wait no longer,” shouted Ivan Asen, “We have journeyed far to see this Emperor, and see him we will, today, not tomorrow or the next, today!” his voice rang around the hall. Silence fell as the brightly dressed Lords and Ladies turned to see who could have the impudence to raise their voice in anger, in this the Emperor’s place of rest.
The chamberlain spoke in a hissing voice which made no effort to hide his contempt, “I say who sees his majesty, and I do not allow into his presence, un-churched farm-hands who appear out of the fields, dripping mud.”
The room erupted into laughter. Sensing the danger, Todore reached forward to take his brother’s arm, “Come Ivan, let us out from this place.”
Ivan Asen shook free of his hand, “We have come to see this fop, and see him we will!”
“How dare you make reference to his majesty in such a manner, I could have you be-headed for that,” said the black clothed man, stepping swiftly forward he slapped Ivan Asen across the cheek with his open hand.
The crack of the blow resounded around the great hall.
Silence followed the supreme insult as all waited for Ivan Asen’s response. The men at arms stood ominously close by. Some of the Lords present allowed their hands to fall to their sword hilts. If the unarmed brothers made a move, even taking into account, Todore’s size and apparent strength, their lives would be snuffed out in a heartbeat.
Todore wrapped his arms around Ivan Asen moments before his brother sprang at the chamberlain. Clasping his writhing, screaming, incensed brother to his chest he spun him around, and almost carrying and pushing the howling Ivan Asen, made for the stairway leading to the ground.
A tide of laughter and jeers followed their exit.
“That black garbed, illegitimate son of a whore is going to die slowly,” said Ivan Asen through gritted teeth, as they rode at a canter on the road leading from the castle.
“We are lucky to be alive, let alone be in a position to make threats,” Todore replied.
