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Posted: Thu May 21, 2009 6:28 pm
"Mmf," said Merroth, guzzling down ice tea to clear his mouth of cake. It was not the most ideal mixture of food and beverage ever, but it got the job done. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve. "I was just gonna buy it or something. There's one in Reading that's a re-production."
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2009 7:59 pm
BUYING the Bayeux Tapestry?
Okay, Carlisle did not know what that was but it looked really, really old and also it seemed like maybe it might be way historical, and like in a museum or something. (Was his shock showing on his face?) You couldn't just BUY historical artifacts!
Then he remembered where he was. It was an island, apparently owned by Merroth's dad, who was apparently some kind of big-shot capitalist guy. Maybe Merroth really could buy the Bayeux Tapestry or its reproduction.
Dumbfounded, he asked, "Wouldn't it be kind of... big?"
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2009 8:27 pm
There was nothing for a moment. Then Merroth sat forward and threw his arms up in the air. "Dramatic effect!" he said, loudly and suddenly, nearly knocking over his tea. He laughed, which actually wasn't so terrible a sound. "Anyway, you just write your thing and I'll handle the production."
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2009 9:33 pm
That sounded good, but for the first time since he'd met Merroth in the nursery, Carlisle considered that maybe the boy wasn't mean, he was just completely and utterly mad. Utterly, like small children were utterly adorable and old people were utterly weird and generally smelled like baby powder and corn flakes.
Sometimes they smelled like sulfur, too.
"Sure," he said carefully, attempting (and failing) not to sound like he thought Merroth had gone off the deep end - not out of any deep concern for the other boy, Carlisle was just polite - while fiddling with the buttons on his sleeve. "Succession of the English throne. Got it."
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