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reachforthesky) wrote2011-11-30 11:08 pm
reachforthesky) wrote2011-11-30 11:08 pm
[MEMORY # 23]
* Blundering into the Palace kitchens. Carving Knife. Being told Jon is dead. (significant negative, shareable)
A boy saw her first. He dropped a plate of almonds and leapt out of her way. Then the kitchen maids began screaming and the noise and excitement spread while Timi stood still and stammered, "I only w-w-wanted Jon Dumpling. W-W-Where is Jon D-Dumpling?"
"Who wants Jon Dumpling?" shouted an angry voice behind her, and someone flung an apron over her and picked her up.
"Twine," shouted the voice, and Timi was trussed up so that she could move nothing but her head. She craned round to see who held her and saw a sharp, fierce nose and a bald head.
The Head Cook! Old Carving Knife!
Timi began to tremble.
"Now," said the Head Cook, "since you can talk you can tell me whether you are flesh or fowl or nightmare."
"It's a--little--Dragon," quavered the boy.
"Hold your tongue," snapped the Cook.
"I'm a G-G-Griffin," whimpered Timi. "I c-c-came to find Jon D-Dumpling."
"Ha!" said the Cook. "But you couldn't find him, could you? Shall I tell you why? Because Jon Dumpling is lying dead at the Great Gate. At least, I hope he's dead. The wind blew down an elm branch, the elm branch broke the stone eagle, and the stone eagle bounced on the thick head of poor Jon Dumpling as he was going home. You know, Griffin, that Jon Dumpling has had the right to walk through the Great Gate ever since the Queen gave him that fine silver chain at Christmas. We ordinary cooks may only use the smaller gates."
"We shall miss Jon Dumpling," mumbled the boy. "He was always kind and merry and--"
"Hold your tongue!" shouted the Head Cook. "Now--as for the Griffin--what shall I do with her? Shall I gild her and set her, in a field of sweet jellies? Or make her into a--But NO!" He set Timi down on a barrel and stared at her triumphantly. "Now--I see--exactly--what I must do. This Griffin shall be my masterpiece. And the Queen will thank me. Perhaps, tonight, I too will wear a silver chain and walk through the Great Gate. Boy, run and fetch me a small piece of the stone eagle."
Timi said nothing.
She wished she too could die. She would never see Jon Dumpling again. She would never run through the forest with him or light his candles at night.
+ 8|
+ 8|!!!
+ While this memory is mitigated by later ones (Jon Dumpling wasn't really dead!) she'll still be pretty sad for a while after taking it.
+ Extreme aversion to being tied up or held down.
A boy saw her first. He dropped a plate of almonds and leapt out of her way. Then the kitchen maids began screaming and the noise and excitement spread while Timi stood still and stammered, "I only w-w-wanted Jon Dumpling. W-W-Where is Jon D-Dumpling?"
"Who wants Jon Dumpling?" shouted an angry voice behind her, and someone flung an apron over her and picked her up.
"Twine," shouted the voice, and Timi was trussed up so that she could move nothing but her head. She craned round to see who held her and saw a sharp, fierce nose and a bald head.
The Head Cook! Old Carving Knife!
Timi began to tremble.
"Now," said the Head Cook, "since you can talk you can tell me whether you are flesh or fowl or nightmare."
"It's a--little--Dragon," quavered the boy.
"Hold your tongue," snapped the Cook.
"I'm a G-G-Griffin," whimpered Timi. "I c-c-came to find Jon D-Dumpling."
"Ha!" said the Cook. "But you couldn't find him, could you? Shall I tell you why? Because Jon Dumpling is lying dead at the Great Gate. At least, I hope he's dead. The wind blew down an elm branch, the elm branch broke the stone eagle, and the stone eagle bounced on the thick head of poor Jon Dumpling as he was going home. You know, Griffin, that Jon Dumpling has had the right to walk through the Great Gate ever since the Queen gave him that fine silver chain at Christmas. We ordinary cooks may only use the smaller gates."
"We shall miss Jon Dumpling," mumbled the boy. "He was always kind and merry and--"
"Hold your tongue!" shouted the Head Cook. "Now--as for the Griffin--what shall I do with her? Shall I gild her and set her, in a field of sweet jellies? Or make her into a--But NO!" He set Timi down on a barrel and stared at her triumphantly. "Now--I see--exactly--what I must do. This Griffin shall be my masterpiece. And the Queen will thank me. Perhaps, tonight, I too will wear a silver chain and walk through the Great Gate. Boy, run and fetch me a small piece of the stone eagle."
Timi said nothing.
She wished she too could die. She would never see Jon Dumpling again. She would never run through the forest with him or light his candles at night.
+ 8|
+ 8|!!!
+ While this memory is mitigated by later ones (Jon Dumpling wasn't really dead!) she'll still be pretty sad for a while after taking it.
+ Extreme aversion to being tied up or held down.