âGuine! Guinevere!â
[sigh, what does this old hag want this time?]
The little ginger slipped off her bed and made her way to the kitchen where her mother had just taken out fresh bread from the oven.
Gezelle broke a small piece of the bread and placed it on a plate with a glass of warm milk beside it.
âI know how much you love bread when itâs piping hot, straight from the oven.â Gezelle spoke to her daughter.
She walked over to the little ginger and helped her onto the table and smiled as she watched her blow the bread before putting it in her tiny little mouth.
Six years had already gone by since Guinevere was born and everyday she was growing more beautiful and more intelligent.
.....
Her parents were astonished by how fast their child was developing. By the age of three Guinevere was already able to speak and read. By the time she was four, she could play the flute, and by age five she already had a tutor and was excelling in all her courses.
âDo you like it sweetie? I added raisinsâ Gezelle spoke.
âMmh hmm.â Guinevere responded with her mouth full.
âIâm glad.â The woman planted a kiss on the girlâs forehead. âNow eat up, your tutor Mrs Fletcher will be here any minute.â
âSheâs just doing it for formality, thereâs nothing more she can teach me.â Guinevere responded.
âWhat do you mean?â Mrs Strongbow questioned her daughter.
Guinevere took the last sip of her milk and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. âIâd suggest you stop giving her your coins. I read all her books in advance.â
The little girl slipped herself off the chair, trying to pull down the cup and plate with her so she could give them to her mother. But unfortunately, her little size worked against her and sent the dishes crushing to the floor.
[damn these tiny weak limbs! Canât I grow any faster?]
Gezelle rushed to her daughterâs side and inspected her. âAre you okay sweetie?â She spoke in a panic, âare you hurt?â
Guinevere shook her head, indicating she was fine. âIâm okay. But I still think you should give Mrs Fletcher the boot.â
âIâll speak to her when she arrives to see how far youâve gone.â Gezelle spoke as she picked up the dishes from the floor. âThen Iâll decide wether she gets the boot or not.â
âWell alright, but Iâm just looking out for you you know.â
Gezelle chuckled, her baby girl was only six but she could hold conversations better than most women she knew. She was truly a blessing.
Richard Strongbow sneaked into the kitchen and hoisted Guinevere up to his shoulders. âHowâs my little princess doing?â
[Iâm too old for this old man, but fine, I guess Iâll play along]
âIâm okay father.â Guine responded.
âAnd howâs my queen.â The man spoke as he kissed Gezelle softly on the lips
[gross]
âIâm okay honey.â The woman responded. âWould you like some bread?â
âIâll have some when I return, thank you honey.â
âReturn?â Gezelle asked her husband. âWhere are you going?â
âHunting season is upon us.â Richard replied. âIâm going to catch us some game, and maybe catch up a bit with the boys. Gregâs son is seven now and old enough to learn some archery skills.â
Gezelle put the dishes away and turned to her husband. She hated that he didnât have someone to teach archery or take hunting. She had Guinevere but her husband had no one.
âIâm so sorry I couldnât have another child and give you a son my love.â
Richard looked into his wifeâs eyes and felt his heart sink, he put Guinevere down and pulled his wife into his embrace.
âNo honey donât say things like that, you and Guine are more than enough for me.â Richard spoke. âI wouldnât have it any other way.â
Guinevere looked up at her parents and pouted.
[come on Guinevere youâre not suppose to care. You canât allow yourself to get attached to these people. Just like everyone else, they will die and you will live on. Get yourself together.]
Richard looked down when he felt a little hand tagging on his pants. âCan I go?â
Both parents looked down at the girl in shock.
Gezelle crouched down and placed her hands on the little girlâs shoulders. âSweetie, I know you want to spend time with your father but going hunting is for boys.â
âSays who?â Guinevere responded
âWell, itâs always been like that.â The woman responded sheepishly.
âWell maybe itâs time things change.â The little girl spoke.
She walked over to her father and tightly wrapped herself around his leg. âMy mind is made up!â She declared.
The two parents looked at each other and sighed in unison. They knew how stubborn their daughter could be, it shocked them how such a small girl could be filled with so much fire.
*
âRichard! Good to see old boy howâs the wife?â
âSheâs well Greg thank you.â Richard responded. âAnd Iâm sure Susan is well too.â
âAs always.â
Greg Foreman and Richard Strongbow had been friends since they were children, so had their wives. They practically did everything together and even got married on the same day.
Unlike Richard, Greg had been blessed with six boys which made Richard a bit envious of his friend. But after he and his wife had Guinevere, Richard felt complete with his beautiful, smart little girl.
Greg squint his eyes when he noticed a little head peeking from behind Richardâs legs. âAnd who do we have here? Seems we have a stowaway.â
âI hope you donât mind.â Richard responded. âThis is Guinevere my daughter, sheâs just here to watch her old man catch some nice juicy game.â
âOh, nice to meet you lady Guinevere.â Greg responded as he shook the little girls hand.
âActually, Iâm here to catch a big juicy rabbit.â Guinevere responded. âIâll plunge an arrow right in its fat little gut.â
âAh sheâs a feisty one this one.â Greg responded with a chuckle.
The man then turned and called out to someone who was standing a few feet away from them.
âJillian! Come here and say hello.â
A little boy who looked like a miniature version of Greg Foreman walked up to them and nodded.
âThis is my youngest son Jillian, maybe you can let him catch that juicy rabbit for you.â
The boy blushed lightly and stretched out his hand towards Guinevere. âIt would be my pleasure to catch some game for you.â
âAttaboy.â Greg patted his son on the back
[oh brother]
âAlright then.â Richard spoke. âShall we begin.â
*
âWhy are we just squatting here? Arenât we going to miss out on all the action?â
âFather says first we have to observe and see how itâs done.â Jillian whispered. âIt will take a few days till weâre able to use a bow and arrow. Besides, youâre a girl, youâd just hurt yourself.â
[why you little..]
âHere they come.â
Guinevere peeked over the bushes and saw her father and Mr Foreman sneaking up on a deer. The two men inched closer to the animal, closing in on it from opposite sides.
The deer was startled by the sound of tree brunches breaking and began moving towards Richard.
The man aimed his arrow at the animal and launched it, lodging itself in the deerâs neck.
âGood shot Richard!â Greg exclaimed. âYouâve always been quite the hunter.â
The children crawled out from under the bush and joined their fathers.
Guinevere smiled when she saw the dead deer laying on the ground.
[This old man is pretty good, I could pick up a thing or two from his skills]
âDaddy isnât too bad is he?â Richard spoke as he rustled Guinevereâs hair.
The girl nodded. âNext time I wanna try. Watching you have all the fun from a dirty old bush is boring.â
Richard chuckled. âI promised your mother I wouldnât let you hunt, itâs too dangerous.â
Guinevere sighed and looked away. She missed wielding a bow and arrow, itâs one of the few things that made her happy, and she was darn good at it too.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
.....
Seeing his daughterâs sad expression, Richard took off his quiver and placed it on her back. He then handed her his bow with a smile.
âIâll let you carry these home if you quit your pouting.â
Guinevereâs face lit up instantly, it had been so long since sheâd held a weapon. She looked at the bow which looked massive in her little hand with awe. It was beautiful.
âBut promise not to tell your mother.â
âI promise.â Guinevere responded.
*
The group walked slowly through the forest towards their village, the sun was almost setting making the autumn colors of the trees look bright.
Guinevere had always loved this season, even in her past lives. It was ironic how it looked so beautiful yet everything was dying.
As they walked, the girl heard a rustling coming from a nearby bush. She stopped and went to inspect it, maybe it was a rabbit, she could kill it and have her mother prepare it. Gezelle was very good at making rabbit stew.
The blue eyed girl peeked into the bush and saw the fattest white rabbit sheâd ever seen.
Meanwhile, the group had forged ahead not noticing the girl had remained behind.
âSo Guinevere do you want to come over and play tomorrow?â
No answer.
âGuinevere?â
Jillian turned around and noticed that the girl was gone. âStop! Guinevere is lost!â
The two men turned around in a panic, dropping the deer they had been carrying.
Richard began running back down the trail, his heart in his throat and panic on his face. Where was his little girl? He begged the gods to keep his only child safe.
âGuinevere!â Richard called out.
âGuinevere!â
âWhere are you?!â
Richard felt the ground beneath him start to spin. âGuinevere!â
Just then, he spotted the little ginger aiming his bow and arrow towards a rabbit.
âGuinevere no!â
Swoosh....
The arrow hit the rabbit right in the stomach, and the girl ran towards the rabbit and picked it up by its ears.
Richard ran towards his daughter and embraced her. He then pulled away and looked at her furiously.
âWhy did you do that?! Donât you know you could have been hurt!â
âIâm sorry.â The little girl responded. âI just wanted to show you that I could hunt just like you.â
[wait why am I apologizing?! Piss off old man, I do what I want.]
Richard hugged his daughter one more time. âYouâre a great hunter sweetheart, just please be more careful, you scared me half to death.â
The girl nodded and hugged her father back. âI promise to be more careful.â
[itâs official! Iâve lost my mind]
Greg and his son watched the scene completely dumbfounded, how could such a little girl kill a rabbit with such a large bow on the first try? What was Richard teaching this child?