"You behave more like an unsatisfied rabbit, my friend. Be careful, and find your own way back to Halls." Manguino gave Allen his final instructions just as he saw Dearborne make her way to the Mansion's upper levels, to where the bed chambers were.
"Thank-you, Most High!" hailed Allen, then slowly made his way to the stairs and the upper floor.
Brook stood by the banquet table having a drink and chewing on some fruit that his dear friend Empal had brought, for the festivities.
Many of the guests went to him to pay their personal respects and congratulations, on his fifteen years of marriage to Dearborne.
Soon, he stood alone for a while and looked about the entire hall and saw that the people were enjoying themselves, and he smiled in his heart seeing Boy running about serving the people with drink.
He'll be a great leader one day, thought Brook. All great leaders must serve their people and therefore keep them content and happy. He continued to watch the boy for a while them made a silent wish aimed at Boy. Take those troubles, my son, and learn how not to inflict them on your subjects.
From across the room, Miel and Cassta were looking at Brook. They saw the man's face expressing deep thought and they assumed that he had his mind on Dearborne.
"He has a dainty flag to decorate his royal mast, doesn't he?" Cassta commented.
"Yes, but this flag he runs up at night instead of the morning." Miel responded.
They both sighed as they went over to the banquet table to get some more to drink.