Guest Posted February 16, 2016 Share Posted February 16, 2016 Portrait GalleryThe long hallway connecting the Banqueting House and the Great Hall is decked out in portraits, landscapes and sculptures from all the past masters. Stools dot the hallway, as well as a fireplace or two, to warm it in the winter months. Also scattered about are small nooks that lend an air of privacy in the open corridor, especially at night. John often read abroad. He liked to be shut up in the library, certainly, but wandering around outside the house had meant he’d read under trees and on rocks and in stranger places still. Of course, it was winter and cold, so he would settle for the wilderness of the palace. He’d found, as the sun began to rise, a window with a ledge wide enough to sit on, and began to read through his latest acquisition. But then a mother cat, leading her four kittens, wandered in and jumped up with him. John gave her a look as if to say, Really? Of all the windows you’re choosing this one? The cat hopped up and gave him a look back, I’m a cat and a mother of four, it said, I don’t have time for your litter. She sprawled out under the rising sun in the lazy way of cats. Her children proved more energetic, mewling and moving about. This was, to say the least, distracting, and John almost left until he saw one of them batting at the reflection of the glass. That gave John an idea. Using the cover of his pocket watch to catch the light and make it into a little spot, he played with the kittens. They all went very quiet, hunting their quarry, and left the nook for the floor. They would pounce on the spot but the spot always escaped to be stalked again. The fact the spot shook slightly from John’s hand only seemed to make them more interested. John, meanwhile, continued reading, only half looking up now and again to keep playing the little game. He might have noticed someone entering or that the spot wandered onto the lower hem of their clothes. His nose, however, was quite thoroughly in his book. The kittens, innocent of such things, pounced, claws out. They were going to get that shiny spot… Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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