Roleplay I -- Coda
Else, procceed to take a slight and positive interest in your younger silbling.
"We are gonna be to him like what Ludda is to us. That will be great times."
Can you tell me dad's story again mommy? *hugs mom*
You hug Mother, and you both gaze down at the fragile little life in her lap. Recent mention of you being your Father's son has prompted a deep ache to learn more of him. "Tell me more of Daddy's story, Mommy."
While she awaits the new basin and strokes the baby, Marna absently gives a short account of what Samuel Stone meant to her as a lord and husband, hardly satisfactory in point of rousing themes that could engage the interests of a young boy fresh from the training field, yet in its own way, weaving a good-natured picture of a brave and decisive man. She finishes, "Daddy's story is now sitting beside my bed, and being held in my arms. You must always protect your little brother, Isaac. He will not be strong like you."
You reach out to your brother, and his minute little hand grips your pinky finger. "We are gonna be to him like what Ludda is to us. That will be great times."
The basin of holy water arrives and the ceremony continues. "In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, I baptise thee, William Stone, son of Samuel Stone." Amid well-calculated levels of polite applause, the baptism finishes, and Marna hands your newborn brother off to a courtier, who after a bit of fogginess you recollect as the same one that grinned at you earlier and defused the rather embarrassing situation. "Lord Symeon, as godfather of baby William, would you do the honours of announcing him to the commons?"
"In this, as in all things, I am humbly your servant, Milady Marna." Symeon takes the now-swaddled bundle that is William, and steps with a dignified grace to the window. Servants throw open the shutters to the courtyard outside. Brilliant golden sunshine streams into the Lord's Bedchamber, and Symeon and William cut out a dark silhouette against the blinding influx. Amid full-throated whoops and huzzahs from the crowd below, Symeon proclaims, "Hear ye, my good folk! Let the joyous tidings go forth among all true men and women of Folesden, that the lady Countess, having been brought to child-bed last evening, is now delivered of a healthy baby boy, William christened, and a true son of our beloved Count Samuel Stone!"
Not a hard passage to write, actually, but Sunday was a day of distractions. I probably ought to have finished the roleplay and posted something else, too. Oh well. Unless there's a desire for a new direction, I'll being continuing with one or two more vignettes on training and playing with children, and perhaps a roleplay on visiting father's grave. New turn thursdayish.