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Feuilly's new commission has rather shuffled around his usual schedule. The man wants it as soon as possible, so--as soon as possible Feuilly will have it. But it's an ambitious project for him. And ambitious means research. Lots of reference material. Reclining nudes. Reclining nudes with their faces turned away to show the curve of the neck. And boudoirs. Artistic lady's boudoirs.
Really, though, by the time you're sitting there trying to figure out how necks work, much of the eroticism has worn off. Or at least gotten pushed well out of the way. He fills some pages with sketches of naked ladies--and sketches of beds, painted screens, birdcages--then pats Hector on the head and calls it a reasonable day's work.
Off to grab a practice sword and fence a bit with Harry.
Really, though, by the time you're sitting there trying to figure out how necks work, much of the eroticism has worn off. Or at least gotten pushed well out of the way. He fills some pages with sketches of naked ladies--and sketches of beds, painted screens, birdcages--then pats Hector on the head and calls it a reasonable day's work.
Off to grab a practice sword and fence a bit with Harry.
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Date: 2015-08-13 11:16 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2015-08-13 11:29 pm (UTC)He gives Duncan a last pat and turns to Feuilly. "How art thou?"
Harry looks-- well, like someone has finally seen fit to punch him in the nose. That, combined with how early he woke to go encounter Eric, gives a generally lightly bruised sort of look to his whole face, though he seems cheerful enough in spite of it. Not high-spirited certainly, but-- pleased to see Feuilly.
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Date: 2015-08-13 11:37 pm (UTC)"--Did Duncan disagree with you about something?" He gestures at his own nose to illustrate.
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Date: 2015-08-13 11:42 pm (UTC)"No, 'twas not he," he says. "This was my recompense for some ill-advised speech."
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Date: 2015-08-14 12:03 am (UTC)Is Harry joking? People have been known to want to punch Lesgle--people have been known to just go ahead and punch Lesgle. But what chain of events could lead to Lesgle punching back? And so successfully?"
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Date: 2015-08-14 12:11 am (UTC)He swings the point of his sword down, looking now genuinely perplexed. "He hit you? He's not--"
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Date: 2015-08-14 12:20 am (UTC)He seems to genuinely mean this: tempers are lost, things are said, they reached an accord between them so now it's done.
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Date: 2015-08-14 12:34 am (UTC)He frowns. "Sure if I were to lie, I would not choose out thy friend as subject of my falsehood. Truly, I am much vexed I cannot better accord with thy friends, I heartily would 'twere otherwise, but-- why, so it is, and so it was, and so it went. I know not what more to say."
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Date: 2015-08-14 10:50 am (UTC)"That must have been maddening. I'm sorry he did that." He is. It is hard, after all, to have your life and your ambitions scorned. He looks Harry in the eye. "--But say it all again to me. About which trades can have no honor, and about a man's standing as a gentleman."
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Date: 2015-08-14 11:11 am (UTC)"Why, I cannot remember it all," he says (oh look, there's the point sailing past-- no, he missed it).
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Date: 2015-08-14 11:16 am (UTC)Unfortunately it has the effect of air on a low-burning coal.
"Try. Gentlemen, was it? And the honor of tradesmen, and the honor of knights?"
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Date: 2015-08-14 11:22 am (UTC)...but he can tell already that's not going to be good enough.
"He said a tapster's honor was greater than a knight's, and did throw down his dish-clout as if 'twere a gage, and asked me what would I do. I took at up and said were he a gentleman, I would answer him in kind-- he said his father was, but he did disown his father's gentle blood, and I said this was the answer of a scoundrel and a bastard, and-- and 'twas then he struck me, for the which I think he cannot be much blamed."
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Date: 2015-08-14 11:36 am (UTC)Maybe he should just turn around and bash his own head on the stable wall for a few minutes, Feuilly thinks. It would make for a more productive conversation.
"Look, I know it's just-- I know it's just words but--" He pushes both his hands through his hair and pulls, looking at Harry. Definitely it would make more sense to hit himself in the head. "You cared enough about what he said of knights to make a fight of it, right? Well, maybe some people care enough about what you say about tradesmen and gentlemen and bastards to make a fight. --No, wait, not what you say about it, what you think about it."
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Date: 2015-08-14 11:42 am (UTC)But Feuilly's amendment brings him up short, and he frowns. "I own that I-- that in my fits of temper, I do not always speak as I ought."
There's an understatement.
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Date: 2015-08-14 12:02 pm (UTC)And Harry keeps getting away with it. (Well, no, he...he ended up getting killed, and saying things in fits of temper probably had something to do with that.)
"But--you know, people will think you mean what you say. They'll think you mean everything, or maybe eventually they'll get tired and think you mean nothing at all--no matter what you say. So what should I think, hm? Do you think all tradesmen have no honor, or--does it maybe go by trade? Barmen have no honor, perhaps tailors have so much, fanmakers so much, farmers so much again. And bastards, hm? Where do they fit in with your honor?"
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Date: 2015-08-14 12:10 pm (UTC)It's plain from his startled expression that Feuilly and his background and his trade did not enter into Harry's thoughts at all. Not that this should come as a shock.
"Why, I did not speak of thee," he says. "It cannot be claimed words uttered in anger, in quarrel with another man, a man that did slight me and so I in turn slighted him, can have aught to do with thee."
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Date: 2015-08-14 12:19 pm (UTC)He doesn't actually go and hit his head on the stable wall, but he leans heavily in the doorway and stares at Harry. "People don't forget what you say. Christ, I don't mean that a person has to write down every word and live by it every second of the day, but--think a minute, Harry. Did you ever forget what that Harry Monmouth said to you about, about his father's celebrations? Or does it come back into your head when you--when you weigh up what sort of man he is? So what's Lesgle supposed to think of you now--that you have nothing but contempt for tradesmen and bastards?"
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Date: 2015-08-14 12:29 pm (UTC)"And what am I to think of him, that says a knight's honor is good for naught but spilling blood?" he says, some heat in his tone now. "He was well enough pleased to make his peace with me, and I with him. Harry Monmouth-- Harry Monmouth--" Is about the last person he wants to even think about on top of the events of the past few days. "I had rather see a tradesman and a bastard claim the title of a prince than that dissolute drunkard-- 'tis true I like not what he says, but I like less what he has done. A man born a-- a peasant may die in his country's cause, and in that death he will buy a prince's honor. And Monmouth, born a duke's son and a king's cousin, made a prince by murder and a soldier by fancy-- he, I hold in contempt. A man who does nothing, respects nothing, has won no honor. And he a prince! I have known common soldiers of ten times his nobility."
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