Buster In Arrested Development

fanfiction: Fly little wagtail (seventh)

Title: Fly little wagtail
Author: SakiJune
Rating: R
Warning: -
Plot: When the youngest - and most beloved - of his brothers left for Camelot, the small Clarissant Orkney remains one of the Morgause Morvydd mother and cousin. Not even his ardent imagination of a little girl can imagine, however, as a compromise, betrayal and pain will face ...



CHAPTER ONE.

Where we meet our protagonist, and she meets a person who disliked the sort of silence on the true murderess of her mother.



Clarissant of Orkney was used to classify all those around her with a different species of birds.
When she was little, his mother kept in the park some lapwings. How can you resist this climate, it was rather unusual, however, the most fun for you and Gareth, in those carefree times, chase was up to the threshold of the forest, or until his cousin Morvydd them drew a loud voice, unleashing servants retrieve the birds.
- not give troubles to your mother, do not really need - cut short her, pausing to caress the curls instead of Gareth. Everyone adored her brother.
He was the wren, he thought. She is the wagtail, with that stupid wool dress that made her very Morvydd wear. Morvydd was a lark that did not seem to feel homesick at all, despite the castle of King Uriens was so far away. And his mother was ...

Era.

The good times were over, Gareth had left for Camelot, like his brothers before him

(Falcon, Gawain. The pipit, Mordred. The puffins, Gaheris. And the gull, Agravain, with its Despite cries of crowds) and the following spring

an unknown knight with blue crest white on chest and began his visits.

- Sssst - told her when she felt to get a horse, and sent off to his room.

Morvydd was strange at that time. He muttered to herself and planned to return home, because "So the lady is as such to me." He meant that resembled Morgause and Morgana, but Clarissant did not understand what was wrong. And then it was not true, Aunt Morgana was lower and thinner.
Un'uria that flies on the surface of the sea and already knows about which fish swim.

Clarissant had stopped to greet the morning, the Little Stranger, the small island that stood in front of the green gulf. And there was more pleasure in chasing lapwings, one was. The mysterious knight occupied all his imagination, moreover, did not have much to think about, if not as if the Wren Gareth cavasse "over there". Under the wings of the hawk Gawain, probably.

Morvydd was left to spin continuously for a week, which she did only when he was restless, and then Clarissant saw her deliver a letter to a servant who had gone immediately to the mainland. She had not forgotten that episode, and was not surprised when, during one of the visits of the Knight blue, he heard another sound of galloping hoofs. Another emblem of heaven, among other things, he noted. But the two white lines were not straight, but crossed ...

- Gaheris! - Shouted, running toward his brother. He was happy to see him, there were so many things I had to ask ... wren on its course, and the falcon chick, Gingalain, who was born the year before. But

Gaheris was removed from his horse, armed, and had not looked over his left, entering the front door with a face so fierce that it shook the whole Clarissant. The squire, who had only a few years older than her, but was friendly and answered to all her questions: Gareth no longer worked in the kitchens of the palace, had survived the terrible tyranny of Sir Kay (a buzzard, was the verdict of the child) and the King had already given an important mission, save a damsel Castle perilous. Agravain and Mordred were always dark and sullen, and the second wife of Gawain expecting another child. It was amazing how many rumors circulating in Camelot, he thought. But the expression of Gaheris shortly before she was impressed so much that, exhausted curiosity, decided to look for him at home ...
At that moment the mysterious knight had left the gate running like if he were chased by a wild beast. He wore his cloak inside out and was barefoot: the whole it seemed funny, but he knew even make two and two together and guessed that he must have had some clashes with the puffin.
In the hall there was no one, though.
And though it was almost accustomed to the solitude and tranquility, there was too much silence.
- Brother? - Had called the plan, facing one of the courtyards. Gaheris was there. He was emaciated, nervous, and he winced when he noticed his presence, but without looking back. He was standing in front of the fountain, holding his sword under running water; his clothes were bloodstained.
- Are you hurt? - Had had time to ask, before you hear the screams of his cousin and being tugged away by the nurse, reaching the second floor and then his room screaming and pushing, because now he understood that something terrible had happened and wanted to know what.

From the bars of the window when he had stopped crying (and had already made the evening) saw a troop of knights arriving, including recognized and Agravain Mordred.
The garden was covered in blood and feathers. Gaheris had killed the lapwings, beheading them one by one, and he remembered that he wondered why he had washed the sword before making such a massacre.

The next morning she woke up dizzy and more tired than ever. She did not remember that he went to bed, but someone had to resent flow. He also
hunger.
try to open the door and he succeeded. He heard voices, some familiar, others never heard before. He had not finished down the stairs when a man had appeared from the salon and had looked up at her.
- Back upstairs, girl - had said, abruptly.
He was tall, taller than any man in the islands, and least as old as Gawain. If it was good or bad, this does not mean he knew, he had short reddish hair, the goatee and piercing eyes. He wore clothes of bright colors and his coat was red, but her face was sad and drawn.
- I'm not a girl, sir, are Clarissant of Orkney, and you are in my palace - replied with haughty air, imitating her mother, consciously or not.
He had hinted at a bow, not so much as respect for piety
- Sir Bedivere, knight of the Round Table and the Duke of Neustria, to serve you.
With surprise he noticed that he had his left hand.
- Did not cut my brother Gaheris, that, I hope.
- Ques ... oh! - The Duke seemed troubled from the innocent frankness of Clarissant. The had thought that she might have seen something really had thought very little of what Gaheris had told the night before. - Of course not. You may have heard about the battle of Mont-Saint-Michel ... But tell me, why should he?
Clarissant led him into the garden and showed him the bodies of lapwings stiff in the morning sun, cold but dazzling.
- But you know, his sword was already dirty. Before.
Duke closed his eyes and nodded. He expected such a thing, though not him pleasure that his doubts became certainties so abrupt.
- Do not tell anyone. Whatever you ask, do not raccontatelo to anyone, this castle will crumble into oblivion or dishonor, worse than it already is.
Clarissant seemed to study the solid walls of the castle, which contradicted any black prophecy. But those who really were not held there, at that time.
- could hurt Gareth?
He raised an eyebrow, as if he had an intuition, and knew that it was necessary to lie. - They could. - But it was sincere and continued with language, heartened candid in stating a truth - would be a shame, because it is the boy most gentle and good mood that has never crossed the threshold of Camelot.

rage went up from the stomach, although he did not know who was straightforward: if the rider barefoot, to Gaheris or the man who stood before him. Because no one had ever spoken with such gravity. It was the face of impotence, that of the Duke of Neustria, the face of death. His imagination of a child of the islands ruled it was a crow through and through.
But the wagtail was afraid, afraid for his wren. So
was held in secret that almost did not know, and who later wanted to pretend not to know.