Ma G's Saga, part 10 or Is it Love, or just parkay?

Grace studied the three Shee carefully. Looking from the princess, to Sir Das, and at last upon Sir Ghoul who seemed to know more then the other two. These three were her only hope as far as she could tell. Her only hope of escaping what ever fate the Shee teacher had in store for her.

"Yes," she said," I can speak, and I understand everything you have been saying. I can tell you are sincere caring creatures, though that teacher doesn't seem to be. I presume that he is not really a good example of your kind."

"I'm not sure what a norndelite is," she countinued. "I know I'm not like the norn, nor have I have really fit in with the other grendels. I am green as are they though so I assumed I was one of them, but you wish to call me a norndelite, that name fits as good as any other I suppose."

"As for this book of the norndelites, and rather I am really a norndelite of Royal Blood, I don't know about this. I suppose if we waited your Teacher would be glad to let you know if that's what I really am. If you don't mind though, I'ld rather not find out his way! So could one of you be the heroe and let me out of this cage," she said questionly.

Princess Trissy looked on Grace with amazement on her face. Stunned by both the beauty of this creature, and her abilty to seem calm almost to the point of being serene. In her heart the princess knew Grace to be of Royal Blood, only a true princess could handle being in her position calmly.

Sir Das also stared in wonderment. His surprised came from how intelligent Grace came across as being. He was stunned that any being could seem so civilized after living among the grendels. After all, the grendels were evil little creatures that would kill and eat everything in Albia if the shee didn't keep them in check. It was amazing he kept thinking, how could such a being be so..., so...., so cultured was the only word he could think of.

Sir Ghoul on the other, something else was going on inside him as Grace spoke. His eyes had glazed over, and his stomach had tied up in knots. There was a tingleling in his ears, like a hundred little windchimes all going at once, and a deep warmth feeling in his chest. It was almost as if he had fallen in love with this green creature.

That was impossible of course, he couldn't be in love with this being! And now that she had stopped speaking, his head was clearing out so he could think. Her voice, there was something about her voice that caused them all to react emotionally. He looked at Sir Das, and Princess Trissy, yes it was all to apparent that her voice had affected them also.

He studied Grace carefully and came to the conclusion that it was not something she did on purpose. Just on of her given gifts he guessed. He dismissed the ideal that she was trying to mezmerise them, after all, she would have kept up her dialog until she was safely out of the cage. No, she seemed unaware of the affect her voice had upon them. As for this feeling of love? It was, must be, just an emotion that her gift had made come to the surface in him. Just an artifical emotion, temporary after all the ringing of bells in his ears had stopped, Only there was still that annoying feeling in his stomach, and the warmth in his chest. Of course these two would subside, at least he thought they should.

"Sir Ghoul," said Sir Das, "Sir Ghoul, we've gotta get her out of the cage!"

"Yes, we've got to get her free of it," agreed the Princess.

"Well that's stateing the obvious," Sir Ghoul stated rather shortly.

"Give me a second to think, will you? My uncle will be back in less then an hour, I'm trying to figure out what to do."

"Don't you have a key to this cage? Shouldn't we let her out while you think," asked Sir Das, getting tired of Sir Ghoul being so short with him.

"Of course Sir Das," Sir Ghoul replied a little calmer this time. No reason to get this younger Shee any more angry and excited then he already was. He was going to need his and Princess Trissy's help to save Grace.

"Let me see here," he continued. Fumbling in one of the folds of his robes he reached into a pocket. Reaching in and pulling out a small slender tube with a set of buttons on it. He brought it closer to his eyes and started pushing them. It seemed as if he was pushing them in some sort of sequence, but the others could not really make out what it was.

"What is you name norndelite?" Sir Ghoul said addressing Grace.

"My name is Grace," she answered. She noted a tremble in his voice when he spoke to her. One that hadn't been there before when he spoke to the others. Maybe he was just nervous helping her. Still, there was something in his voice, and she believed she liked it. If he wasn't a Shee, she thought she just might be attractive to him, but of course he was a Shee so she just put that thought out of her head.

"Well Grace, we're going to let you out of there." Sir Ghoul said, wishing that annoying tickle in his throat would go away. "Let's see here, I believe I have the right combination set on my key." And with that he reached over and grasp the cage door and aimed the tube at it. A series of multi-colored light issued forth from it hitting a shinning part on the lock. It would shine one color then another, once again insequence. The door popped open as if by magic.

"Thank-you very much," Grace said taking the hand of Sir Ghoul who had gallanently held it out.

"You're welcome madame," Sir Ghoul answered. Annoyed at himself for being so damn gracious, wishing her voice was'nt so distracting to his thinking.

" A, Sir Ghoul," Princess Trissy said questionally. "I think I know where to take her." Trissy told him, wondering what had gotten into him. He was almost acting like he was going to take her on a date. She giggled inwardly at this thought. The reputable young Shee, taking a creature out on a date, how totally hysterical that sight would be.

"Where would that be Princess," Sir Das asked. He thought it was perfectly natual for Sir Ghoul to be so kind to Grace. After all, she was a lady, even if not a Shee Lady. He was just a little upset that Sir Ghoul had held his hand out before he could.

"Yes Princess Trissy," Sir Ghoul said, glad that at least she still seem to be thinking of the matter on hand.

"We'll take her to the Temple of the Shee of Royal Blood. It's not allow for any Shee then those of Royal Blood to enter there, and it's rare that any of us go there," the princess replied thinking fast on her feet.

"Princess Trissy! Are you suggesting that we hide this being in the most sacred place of our people," asked Sir Ghoul.

"Sir Ghoul," Grace began. "Sarcasm does not become you."

"Of course you right my dear lady Grace, but I just couldn't help myself," said Sir Ghoul. A little hurt by her critisism.

"Oh, never mind him Grace," stated Princess Trissy curtly. Sir Ghoul and Sir Das were certainly enchanted by this norndelite. And though she shared their admiration of Grace, they seem to be acting like norns in heat.

"Yes, Sir Ghoul," Sir Das added jumping in. "You don't need to try to be witty for our lady in distress. We need to listen to what the princess has to say.

"You're right of course and I hope you three accecpt my apolgy," said Sir Ghoul, containing himself somewhat, and wishing his head would clear.

"Of course we accept." replied Grace. She just couldn't help but be a little enchanted by him.

"We take her to the temple then, no one would ever think to look for her there. At least not for a while, they search all of Albia before they look for her there," stated Princess Trissy.

"But how do we get her past High Priestess Emy? There's no way to sneak and hide her there without Emy finding out," said Sir Das.

"Let me worry about her," replied the princess. "Emy is my closest friend, she'll do what ever I ask of her."

Suddenly the intercom buzzed across the room. It startled the four of them, the low buzzing noise it made. Sir Ghoul let go of Grace's hand which he had all but forgotten he was holding. He walked across the room to answer the thing.

"Sir Ghoul here," he said calmly into it.

"I won't be able to make it back to the lab for at least thirty more minutes," the Shee Teacher on the other end could be heard by the other three said.

"Yes uncle," replied Sir Ghoul. "What's going on that's keeping you?"

"It's the Princess Tammy, her soul seems to have departed her body. Guess it wasn't Princess Trissy who was the idiot this generation, lucky her. Anyway got to take her body down and put it on life support, you know the routine."

"Yes, of course uncle, I'll be sure to inform the Princess Trissy of the lost, or of her gain," said Sir Ghoul.

"Why of course, it slipped my mind that she was there with you. You and Sir Das should take her to the palace, console her if she needs its," replied the Shee Teacher.

"Yes sir, uncle," answered Sir Ghoul before hanging up.

"Tammy dead! You mean she's been the one," question Princess Trissy.

"Apparently so," said Sir Das almost gleefully.

"Now princess, it's been becoming more apparent everyday that you weren't the idiot," stated Sir Ghoul kindly. "And only an idiot would be stupid enough to daydream themselves right out of their bodies and get lost on the astral plane."

"You Shee are a little strange," said Grace kindly. "I don't mean not to give you time to mourn Princess Trissy, but if he's going to be back in half an hour shouldn't we be gone!"

"Of course Grace," said the princess quickly. "And I'm not going to mourn Tammy, I doubt that anyone will. She was mean, she hit and insulted almost everyone she came in contact with! The only one's who I think she even ever tried to be nice to were Ronnorn, and Dragon, but they were her brothers. They got all the kindness on that side of our family."

"Hey you three," exclaimed Sir Das . "Don't you think we should start getting her out of here and stop all this chat.?"

"Of course," replied Sir Ghoul. "Got any ideal how we can keep anyone from seeing her on the way to the temple"??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? ???????????????????????????????????!

Where have gone all the norn?
are they in the fields of corn?
or are they in the sea's green foam,
along with this week's poem.