The Reincarnated Prince (Thirty Years of Winter Book 1) by Danny Macks

Author:Danny Macks [Macks, Danny]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-06-10T18:30:00+00:00

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Leric was a hard drinker and barely showed any effect when Jeb’s money ran out. But he was also more generous than Jeb expected and bought several more rounds. He had even paid for a scribe to record the negotiations.

“Oh!” Jeb exclaimed as he sat up and raised a finger in inspiration. The finger wobbled a bit, but he tried to ignore it. “I want to be sir’d. I mean, I want people in Thesscore to call me sir.”

Leric smiled. “I don’t care how good you ride, lass, you ain't getting a lord to call a peasant Sir. Yer still a peasant.”

Jeb frowned in incomprehension, then shook his head. “No, not a lordly sir. A peasant-ly sir. I’m a loyal -- royal peasant sir.”

“Yer drunk.” He handed the scribe a few coins and took the drying scroll. “How about we take this to Baron Thesscore and get his seal on it.”

A stranger burst in the doors, grinning like an idiot. “Quick! Thesscore started a parade!”

Stumbling out the door with Leric, Jeb saw Thesscore striding from the north gate toward the castle with people dancing in celebration around him.

Jeb’s curiosity at the cause of the celebration evaporated as music reached his ears. Other people played instruments but Thesscore’s booming voice could still be heard over the din, carrying a purer sense of joy than … Jeb wasn't sure how long it had been since he felt like that.

“Let’s go help him out,” Leric said as he pulled Jeb forward.

A lady ran toward Thesscore, adoration all over her face. Leric grabbed her wrist, spun her into a quick dance in a circle around his lord then handed her off to a surprised man with a tambourine. Jeb’s interception of a second buxom admirer earned him a throat swabbing kiss before he remembered his duty and found someone else to pass her off to.

“Grab and dance and dance and pass,” Jeb muttered to himself, trying to keep his head straight while he wobbled madly down the street. Jeb noticed more men, in conspicuous red and gold, had arrived from the castle and were assisting with the kissing -- assisting with the crowd control. Amidst the joyful chaos, a thought slowly bubbled up from Jeb’s addled mind.

“Why are we celebrating?” Jeb yelled to the crowd.

“Baron Thesscore defeated both Lord Libros and Lord Erroll in a duel!” one of Thesscore’s men from the castle shouted back. “Long live the barons!”

Thesscore spotted Jeb, leaned close and paused his Song long enough to chuckle and say over the yelling and musicians, "Where's Foxfire?"

Jeb's eyes flew wide and he ran back toward the bar. On his way, he spotted the scroll Leric had dropped for his first dance partner and scooped it up. Far from the music, he was still smiling when he joined Foxfire at his hitching post.

Thesscore had fought the man who had hit him and the man who had stood by and watched. Baron Wulf Thesscore had to be the greatest, most wonderful man in the world.

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