Post by Adam de la Bassée on Oct 5, 2019 0:35:23 GMT
Within a cramped Diligence approaching the outskirts of Paris.
By the Lord if this ignorant bore does not cease his gibbering I will have perfect justification to launch him out of the door and let fate decide what part of his uncouth self hit the rocks first.
With that thought, Daniel Dompteur tried in vain to locate a part of his buttocks that had not been battered numb on the hard board seat he had been forced to occupy for the past week. To add insult to injury being that one of noble birth had, due in no small part to the fault of his imbecile father, to have to use a public carriage and share it with this pure specimen of the disgustingly crass English. Well it was beyond what one of his birth should have to endure.
A rock in the road launched the inhabitants of the forgotten Circle of Hell off their seats. As the Rossbeef came to rest he once more let out an out bursting of gastric vapors followed by a hearty laugh and a prideful expression. Daniel was most gratified that his rapier, of his grandfather’s ownership and therefore of a quality his wastrel father would have never afforded him, was secured to his one travel trunk and not to hand.
Despite the rain, Daniel had no choice but to once more open his window. Wet knees would be preferable to wallowing in the stench of the Rossbeef. As he looked out a darker grey shape could be seen on the horizon. Perhaps Paris and the chance to make a fortune to embarrass that feeble minded father and his witless elder brother. Perhaps once ennobled he could return and using a proxy purchase his father’s estates out from under him. Ah sweet vengeance.
By the Lord if this ignorant bore does not cease his gibbering I will have perfect justification to launch him out of the door and let fate decide what part of his uncouth self hit the rocks first.
With that thought, Daniel Dompteur tried in vain to locate a part of his buttocks that had not been battered numb on the hard board seat he had been forced to occupy for the past week. To add insult to injury being that one of noble birth had, due in no small part to the fault of his imbecile father, to have to use a public carriage and share it with this pure specimen of the disgustingly crass English. Well it was beyond what one of his birth should have to endure.
A rock in the road launched the inhabitants of the forgotten Circle of Hell off their seats. As the Rossbeef came to rest he once more let out an out bursting of gastric vapors followed by a hearty laugh and a prideful expression. Daniel was most gratified that his rapier, of his grandfather’s ownership and therefore of a quality his wastrel father would have never afforded him, was secured to his one travel trunk and not to hand.
Despite the rain, Daniel had no choice but to once more open his window. Wet knees would be preferable to wallowing in the stench of the Rossbeef. As he looked out a darker grey shape could be seen on the horizon. Perhaps Paris and the chance to make a fortune to embarrass that feeble minded father and his witless elder brother. Perhaps once ennobled he could return and using a proxy purchase his father’s estates out from under him. Ah sweet vengeance.