Sister Indelicata had heard the soft thunk of wooden doors against stone walls, and knew immediately that the twins, Tikk and Tokk, while not planning a coup d’état (military or otherwise, those two were capable of either), were certainly planning chaos.
The Sister was as anxious as their guardian, the Duchess of Livermore, to get the two married off and far away, bright as the two girls were, so she’d followed them as they slipped from their cells and crawled under the long row of tables laden with tempting cocktails and comestibles for the eligible, rich, elderly, and lonely widowers from the Northlands.
She’d brought the net she used for hunting seals, and once she’d spotted the two tow-heads popping out from under the last table, she spun it around her head, the heavy stones tied around its edges giving it heft and spin and admirable accuracy.
Just as the twins howled “Why don’t YOU marry one of them, if you’re so worried about your old age”, the net dropped neatly down and around and trapped the two.
“Oh, no one would consider marrying me at my age,” murmured the Duchess, blushing an almost youthful and natural pink, as she slipped her lap hound a piece of cheese to stop his yapping.
The silence that followed was palpable, while the men considered their choices: a squalling, knobby-kneed, spotted, though young, teen; a slightly faded and overblown rose with a creased forehead from raising two children not her own; or a quick, but discreet shuffle out the ballroom doors.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2021)
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