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The Italian Hatmaker: Gaining Time
“It is not permitted!” Princess Laurel said as she rode up with several troops at a gallop following. The small group was alarmed to see her, but none more than Henri. “Your Highness, this is no place for you. What if the two kings follow?”
“They haven’t followed me, I’ve followed them. They both intend to have a resolution. One has announced that he will produce his ally, the Heir Of Alan, while the other threatens to expose him as an imposter.”
Sir Robert sighed, “Henri, your king will accuse England of exactly what it’s Monarch is trying to do. Produce a fake heir. Giuseppe, he has guessed, not hearing from me, that you would travel here. It’s where he expects to meet the Whispering Merchant.”
Giuseppe was angry. “Meaning the power merchant who he has bribed to falsify me as Alan’s heir. I am tired of this. I am Giuseppe Cavallaro, an Italian hat maker. I am not a mysterious king, but I will fight two arrogant ones. Sir Robert, you may return to your camp and tell his majesty, I will meet him tomorrow, on the field of battle!”
Princess Laurel sighed. “That’s the trouble with all of you, too dramatic for your own good. You’re right about one thing, you’re a hat maker. My English cousin, and egotistical brother will kill you! Then I’ll be carted off to marry some political ally.”
Ethan did what only came natural to him, he laughed. “You two sound like an old married couple. She cares for you my Italian friend.” This made Giuseppe laugh, “Hardly, this sarcastic one, the first night we met said how ugly I was.” “I said your mustache was ugly, and I see it’s but a physical reflection of a lack of character!”
Sir Robert interrupted. “They’ll be time enough for all of this at another time. Now, we have to secure the safety of England and France.” He looked at the soldiers of La Garde Alan. “Is Alan here?” The leader looked somewhat surprised, but quickly recovered. “Yes, his tent is ready at our headquarters.” “Take me to it, I will not leave things this way.” Henri spoke. “What are your intentions? Will you act as the Flying Swordsman, the Servant Of The King, or Protector Of The Innocent this day?”
Sir Robert looked at his friend and smiled. “Yes to all. Henri, you know that neither King, although well meaning, could handle what they are attempting to accomplish. They wish to up end the scales, I wish to maintain the balance. Today, we will serve all by serving well. Together, we must do what we can to spare both our countries from getting an upper hand. Trust me, fight with me, and free both of our countries.”
The two soldiers shook hands, and Sir Robert was off. Princess Laurel looked at her soldiers. “We will camp here. If my brother, or my cousin, sees us in the camp of Alan, they will both attack immediately. We must do what we can to insure we are gaining time to our side.”
iPainting: Manhattan From The Park
I’m a fan of New York City, even if I haven’t made it to visit yet. I do like looking at photos of it though. This digital watercolor whale end after I saw a picture if a different view than I was used too. It’s called “Manhattan From The Park”, and we hope you enjoy it.
iPainting:Mist Comin In
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Our New eBook: Coffee Happenstance
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Together, they will be between the man who was responsible for running him out of town years earlier, and the mob. How will he and Rutha discover the truth behind the masks that these people are putting up? Hopefully with some humor, a god deal of excitement, and a lot of Coffee.
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The Flop: The Place d’Armes
“So, how do we get to him Prime Minister?” She laughed, “That’s simple, recruit him.” Augustus interrupted before I could tell her how crazy she was. “That isn’t even logical. If he is the man who has ordered your extermination, that would place the duck in front of the hunter’s gun!”
She looked at us both. “Tell me something, how did Jean Luc know that they were there?” “Probably some signal, something he was trained to pick up.” “Exactly! Uncle Augustus, did you file an initial report after you and Edward met?” “Yes.”
“Then you mentioned the cat. They’re not amateurs. If they really wanted us dead, we wouldn’t have had two near misses. They want us scared, but alive. The question is why. The only way to find out what a con man is planning, is to con him yourself.”
I looked at Augustus, he groaned. Jean Luc broke the silence with his own low growl. Finally I spoke. “Lady, your brave, I’ll give you that, but I’d never vote for you.” “Why?” She asked, flashing her cutest politician’s smile. “Because you are crazy enough not to blink!”
“It’s a good thing that most voters want someone who won’t blink. Now, here is what we are going to do.” She proceeded to lay out an ambitious plan that, you’ll forgive me sir, only a politician could come up with. After hours of arguing, Augustus and I gave in. We arrived at the Place d’Armes Hotel in Montreal around 3:00 am.
After 48 hours of rest and preparation, the Prime Minister placed the phone call. “This is the Prime Minister calling. I need to speak to Miles Cote. He cannot reach me. I will call back tonight at 8:00, I expect that he will be available then. Otherwise, I will go else where.”
With that, she hung up the phone, swiveled in her chair, and looked at us. “Cote is not accustomed to receiving orders, but the way I ended the call, he will be there. It’s the type of authoritarian style that appeals to him. He also knows that he can’t resist knowing what I’m up to. For the first time in this whole ridiculous mess, I’m in the driver’s seat.” I had a feeling that would not change again either.
Sketch: Green Lantern
Our latest Justice League series Sketch is, the Emerald Knight, Green Lantern.
Cambridge’s: Three Rings And A No
Hagar Anthony was your Mother’s old boyfriend as a teenager. His Father was in the service. They had moved away, and now he was back. Hagar had skipped college and went into business for himself. He was fairly well to do, having invented some piece of financial software the banks were using.
He made no secret about his intentions. He was here to win her back. She smiled at him the afternoon he told us that, we were at a Church picnic. “What makes you think you can?” He nodded in my direction. “He isn’t putting up much of a fight now is he?”
I was about to respond the wrong way when our Pastor intervened. “Hagar, Mrs. Carstairs needs help with the kid’s baskets. Would you mind?” “Not at all.” He smiled and walked off. I thought it was safe, until our Pastor suggested that Ashley help her with setting up the children’s games also.
After they were out of earshot, he looked at me. “Winston, either you very carefully, make your intentions known, or she will be Mrs. Anthony within three months.” He said some other things, but that was all that I heard. I panicked, what I did I don’t advise, but I did it.
I left the picnic without saying goodbye. I headed straight for your Grandmother Cambridge. From there, we went to my Uncle Pierce, the local jeweler. I borrowed three engagement rings from my Uncle, the most expensive ones he had. Your Grandmothers on each side were equals in persuasiveness.
When I came back, the picnic was ending. Hagar was getting ready to take Ashley home. From a distance, I could see from her actions that she was quite angry with me. I was fine as long as I thought it was a matter of temper. It was when I realized that she was hurt that I lost it.
I took her in my arms and hugged her tightly. “Sweetheart, I’m sorry, I expected you to be angry, but I never meant to hurt you. Walk with me, please?” Reluctantly, very reluctantly, she took my hand and we walked to that old tree in the park. I knelt down right there and held out my Uncle’s best jewelry.
“All three of these rings cost more than I have ever made, but I’ll gladly figure out how to cover the cost. I realized today that, the cost of losing you, is the only thing that I couldn’t afford. Would you marry me?” I thought that surely that would wrap it up nicely. She smiled, kissed me, said “No”, and walked towards my car holding my hand.
I followed, stunned, confused, and filled with questions. Apparently I was the only one that failed to understand what just happened. Hagar sighed, waived, and drove off. Our Pastor laughed, shook his head, and did the same. Finally I heard her say, “Get in”, and we drove off.
When we got to her place, she kissed me, and said goodnight. I sat there in the dark by myself for half an hour. Finally, I got out, knocked, and waited for her to come to the door. “Yes?” She said, as if she was surprised to see me. I walked in, sat down on the couch, looked at her, and steadied myself. “What just happened?” I asked, desperately afraid of the answer.