A Lizard from the Woes of Shreive. Part 5

For the next few months Artham and Esben were busy doing chorse, playing in the gardens and woods surrounding Castle Rysen, and swiming in the lakes. Arthams arm was almost completely healed, thanks to the Toad Liver Soup.

Right now, Artham was polishing his sword in the armory of Castle Rysen. He was singing while he did it, a song that he had heard Arundelle singing in the garden.

Keep the fairies at bay my dear

Keep them in that jar.

Don't let the fairies play my dear

Or they might wonder to far.

Don't let the squeeblin in my dear

Don't let him in the house.

Don't let the squeeblin sing my dear

Get him out of the house.

Cook that old Quilldiggle meat my dear

Cook till it's nice and brown

Don't eat it when it's raw my dear

Or you might end up in the ground

Artham laguhed when he finished.

"I never knew you had such a lovely voice!" A lovely voice of it's own said. Artham looked up and watched Arundelle skip up to him.

"Hey Aru! How are you?"

She plopped down next to him and giggled. "That rhymed!"

Artham rolled his eyes. "How are you Arundelle?"

"Good thanks. Watcha doin'?

"I am polishing my sword." He held it up to the light. "It looks cool doesn't it?"

"Yeah. Maybe I should write a poem about it?"

"That would be cool. In this one, how about you make me win?"

Arundelle put her head on his shoulder for a second. "Of course Throne Warden. "

"How is your poem making going?" Artham sked, going back to rubbing his cloth along the swords sharp blade.

"Well, I started writing a book of peoms this morning. And I decided when I want to be called as a poet!"

"OoooOOoooOOo. What is it?"

"Alma Rainwater." She said with a proud smile.

"That is really pretty! How many poems do you have?"

She thought I minute. "I have written ten, but I don't know which ones to put in the book. Oh, I needed your help with something."

Artham stopped his work. "What is it?"

"I can't deside between two names for a poem. There is, 'My Brothren Kill the Sparrows' and 'The Mountains Call'. Which one should I use?"

Artham thought a moment. "My Brothren Kill the Sparrows. What kinda a poem is this Aru?"

"It is a sad one. I like writing those ones."

"Cool. Have you ever read 'A Melencoly House' by Stipfin Mashusin?" Artham asked her.

She shook her head. "Is it a poetry book?"

"Yep. I have it here if you want to read it."

"Would that be okay?"

"Yeah sure." He dug in his bag a moment, then handed her a small purple book.

Arundelle rubbed her hand over the cover. "It looks beautiful."

"The poems inside sertanly are." Artham examined his sword, then sheathed it.

"Thanks Arth." She gave him a kiss on the cheek. He blushed. "Well, I have to go home now. By Artham!" she jumped up and ran away.

Artham stared after her. "I like Arundelle." He said out loud.

"It's not like your hiding it."

Artham shrieked and spun around. Esben was leaning against the wall laughing.

Artham started laughing to.

It took Esben a few more minutes to get himself together before he said. "Mr. Bonifer want's to see you Arth."

Esben kept giggling the whole way to the Castle, and when they got there he fallowed Artham to Bonifers little cottage. Artham knocked on the door, and a moment later Bonifer opened it. He smiled at the two boys. "Come in come in!" He ussured them into his house.

"Take a seat." He said, gesturing to three chairs sitting around a little wooden table.

Artham ans Esben sat down. Esben started tarring up a leaf he found on the ground.

Bonifer set a bowl covered with a towl. He put his hands around it pretectivly. He looked at both boys with an exited gleam in his eye.

"What I am about to show you is an amazing creature."

Artham ans Esben looked at the bowl with antisipation.

"Are you ready to see it?" Bonifer asked.

Artham and Esben nodded.

Bonifer pulled the towl away revealing a small blue lizard. It has heart shaped scails, and large beautiful green eyes.

The boys stared at it.

"What kinda lizard is that?" Esben asked.

"It is from the Woes of Sheive. It came in a crate this afternoon. It is a rare Canyon Lizard."

"What are you going to do with it?" Artham asked.

Bonifers face twitched. "I am going to give it to a friend in Dang, in the Killridge mountains. He has been waiting for this for so long." Bonifer stroked the lizard adoringly, the put the cloth back over it.

The boys watched as he put the lizard in a box marked N.G.

Artham was intruqued by the letters. "What does G.N stand for?"

Bonifer froze a moment, before answer. "It's a nickname. He dons't like people to know about him som just think of him as." Bonifer grinned. "Namless." He smield at Artham. "It is getting dark, you't better get back for dinner."

Artham and Esben left Bonifers cottage, and went to dinner.

Artham didn't eat much, and when to bed early. He was confused. Bonifer was ackting strangly. Artham sucpected him of something. He was just afraid of what, it might me.