It’s #WIPpet Wednesdayagain!
The purpose of K.L,Schwengel’s brainchild is to encourage writers to move their WIPs to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.
Until July, I will be posting excerpts from two of my Trueborn WIPs (works-in-progress);
Chameleon’s Dish, a Trueborn Weft Series fantasy novel.
Bounded by a Nutshell, a Trueborn Warp Series Star Trek fan fiction novel.
These two series are interwoven. The plan is to offer the Warp Series fan fiction freely, and eventually publish the original fantasy Weft Series for sale.
This week, we return to Chameleon’s Dish. I played with the math a little to choose today’s passage: Trouble is, I had the day wrong once again (I drafted this post and last week’s together, and I didn’t joy down how I played with the erroneous date).
So, today is June 12, although I thought it was the 11th, and there are 14 very short paragraphs. If you like jumbling numbers, have at it! =)
We are back with Henry, a boy of about 11 years, living in Elizabethan England, near London, and the mysterious girl-child he rescued…a girl he has named Nockatee (which is Seminole Indian for “I don’t know”, although I don’t know how Henry came to know that…yet.)
Nockatee has been with Henry a day or two, and wakens to find that she has damaged a book he loaned her.
This scene appears as originally written, cleaned up a bit for an audience. I think it’s only fair to say that I have had a few plot tribbles occur since, and this scene may look quite different in the next draft…
She awoke, the corner of the book jabbing into her cheek painfully. So it had been real, and not a dream….but now, some of the pristine pages were bent and wrinkled from her sleep…..
Henry was sitting in his chair beside the still-blazing fire, and it did not seem that he had slept more than a few moments, given his bleary look.
“I damaged your book. I’m sorry. In the bundle are some coins; I do not know how they are valued or what worth they might have, here. But you may take them in payment for this book.”
“I give it to you as a gift, Nockatee. I love books, but I don’t think I need this one as dearly as you do. It minds you of your father, does it not?”
The tone in his voice said he already knew it was so. “He used to read to me,” she said, uncertainly. She had a dim shadow memory of a tall, quiet man with a sonorous voice who made the stories seem as though they were playing right there in her mind as he read. He was warm and comforting and patient, and she learned much from the time with him.
“I miss him – and I can scarce remember him……..” A tear fell on the page, and she was surprised by it. “I am not given to tears,” she said.
“You have lost your father, your home, and yourself, Nockatee. Tears seem to me a fine way to cleanse some of the hurt of it. Are you hungry? – there is more bread and cheese, and if you feel like it, dried meat, as well.”
It’s an Open Invitation to join us!
She looked around her – her eyes obeyed her better than she remembered them doing, since she awoke in his company. It was a small but comfortable room, with one bed, but no mattress….no, there was a mattress, but he had brought it to her…..
“You have not slept, Henry.”
He seemed surprised that she had noticed, and more surprised that she spoke it. “It didn’t seem wise to leave you asleep without a watcher…..you must have injured yourself in the fall – “
“I do not fall.” She wasn’t sure how she knew that, but she knew it to be true. She would not have fallen, unless something had forced her from her branch.
He didn’t ask her how she knew, or act as though he didn’t believe her, and that made her like him even more. He nodded, and said, “Your injuries seem great for a simple fall, Nockatee. I wondered if something happened before, while you were in the tree – something that took wakefulness from you and smote you to the ground. Do you know why you were there?”
Something about his calm and measured attention to these unknown matters of her life, the way he was working through the mystery, tugged at her soul familiarly. It minded her of someone, but she did not know who, now.
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