Cry for the Wolf, Chapter 13. by Richard Walker

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In the third came James' younger sister, Princess Arianne, and her husband, the Kossian prince Ivan of Iskorogod, and his younger brother and two little sisters, young prince Harry and the princesses Ysella and Maurina, on whom the queen doted and played favorites with shamelessly. Princess Arianne was a strong copy of her father, too, also bearing her mother's glorious copper hair, but hers was braided, wound, and decked in pearls and gold chains and pins. The Kossian prince had the broad high forehead and wide cheekbones common among his people, and a beard as thick as a floor-brush perfectly coifed in great sweeping arcs to twin sweeping points, his great mustaches waxed and curled in wide spirals. Harry, Ysella, and Maurina smiled gravely and waved to the crowds that clearly frightened them while trying not to fidget too much under the watchful eyes of their governesses and magisters sitting near immobile beside them in their formal royal livery, they and their formal attire equally stiff. On the doors of the third carriage the arms of the Kossian prince and his wife were halved with the royal arms, side by side with three sets of royal arms for the sake of the younger children, each with the proper marks of cadence to differentiate them from one another.
In the last carriage came James' and Evienne's children, princess Jolette and young prince James. Uncomfortable and upset by the tumultuous cheering crowds, their governesses and magisters had to fight with their own formal royal livery while trying to contend with the children, but couldn't seem to stop them from trying to pull off their procession finery. Their keepers were doing their best to waive and smile for the crowd while dealing with their two squirming charges, but spent most of their time putting their hats, gloves, and shoes back on. On each door of their carriage the royal arms were presented twice, halved with those of Cartois in silver, gilt, and enamel, the second with the proper marks of cadence for Princess Jolette, the younger of the two. The carriage drivers and footmen, and indeed all the attendant retainers, were resplendent in their sapphire satins and velvets embroidered in silver thread.
The carriages, the marvel of all who saw them, were followed by the honor guard provided by the local commandery of the Knights of Temperance under the sacred vows of the Order of St. Tarran. They were led by the Lord Commander of Fallon, Sir John Armillard. Sir Edwund was honored to be allowed to ride beside the commander's lieutenant and steward, ahead of a number of senior knights who held precedence by formal office over him in the order. Sir Eberulf rode immediately behind the last of the Commandery officers, the most prominent of the order's knights who held no formal office in the order, ahead of many a knight who was actually his senior by tenure. Eberulf's eyes were sharp and alert. He was no stranger to this duty and wasted no time gawking at the sights, though he did enjoy them. It was obvious to all who saw that Sir Fossen was completely overwhelmed by the duty and the occasion.

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