Five days later, much to everyone’s happiness, the family finally reached Taverly. As they pulled up in front of the manor’s doors, Dylan and Tom screamed with joy and jumped out of the carriage, for their grandpa was standing at the doors, his arms held out with joy. They ran up to him and jumped into his hug. The impact knocked a bit of air out of the old man, but he smiled and patted his grandsons on the back.
Then, after the servants in the house began to unpack all the luggage, Dylan and Tom began asking if they could go out back and run around on the massive grounds.
“No, boys,” Victoria replied firmly, “We have to go in and eat dinner. It’s getting late.”
They groaned, but dinner here was almost as good as a king’s banquet, so they didn’t really complain.
As they sat down, the servants had already served dinner. A steaming, sizzling boar, complete with an apple in its mouth, a big pot of a delicious-smelling soup, various hot breads and condiments, beakers of wine and non-alcoholic grape cocktail, and a selection of spices.
“Dig in!” Grandpa cried, and for the next four minutes not a single word was uttered, or heard, as the family tore apart and devoured the meal ferociously.
After the eating died down a little, conversation started. Dylan and Tom, of course, having eaten way too much way too fast, were feeling bloated and sick. As a result of their pain (and being 9 year olds), they disregarded all rules of politeness and etiquette.
“Grandpa,” Tom blurted out over a conversation the old man had been having with Jordan, “What’* that weird symbol on that shield?” he pointed to a shield hanging on the wall. On it was the symbol of two symmetrical dragons breathing fire on a sword in the middle.
Grandpa** face momentarily darkened, and then he said, “That’s just an antique I thought was pretty.”
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