Blaine and
Bess arrived at the abbey
And were met
by a monk by the name of Rabbie
He eyed
Blaine suspiciously and drank ale from a pail. “Who are you?” he asked. “An’ fae
where dae ye hail?”
“Blaine,
jist answer the man an’ have no fear,” said Bess. “An’ remember everythin’ ah
told ye. Dae ye hear?”
“Yes, my
lovely mare. It’s nice to know that ye really care.”
“Who the
hell are ye talkin’ tae, ya bloody bampot?” Rabbie asked him. “An’ yer speech
is no Anglo an’ definitely no Scot. “Noo answer ma question. Don’t make me ask
again, or ah’ll take ma axe an’ split yer brain.”
Blaine
forced a smile. “I hail from the Emerald Isle. I’ve travelled many days and
nights in the wind and rain. I’ve come to see Deplorium and my name is Blaine.”
“Ah can
barely understaun yer brogue. Deplorium, did ye say? What dae ye want wi’ that
wee rogue?”
“I come as
friend and mean no harm. Deplorium once beat me in a wrestle of the arm.”
“An’ ye
expect me tae believe that’s true? The size o’ him compared tae you?”
“It may be
true about the difference in size, but the wiry wee man took me by surprise.”
“Ah’ll gie
ye the benefit o’ the doubt. Stay where ye are an’ ah’ll see if he’s about.”
After
waiting a considerable while
Deplorium
came to meet Blaine and flashed him a smile. “Well, if it isnae ma auld friend
fae the Emerald isle. “How are ye daein’, Brother Blaine? Come inside. Let’s
get oot o’ the rain.”
“What about
my mare?”
“Ah’ll get
somebody tae stable it wi’ the other pair.”
“I hope you
don’t mind me droppin’ by?”
“Naw, ye’re
welcome tae food an’ a place tae lie. Would ye care tae partake in some beet
an’ grouse pie?”
“I’m so
hungry I could eat a…of course.”
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