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[maddestofall]

Characters: Don Quixote and Harlequin
Content: Knight meets living marionette. Living marionette meets knight. Confusion may ensue.
Setting: The galley of the Winding Way
Time: noon-ish?
Warnings: confusion of puppet with real boy, possible inspiration to heroics or something...

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[fire_water_wood]

The time was between meals, but the cook had taken pity on the old knight - humored him, at the least - in making a sandwich for him to have to tide him over till dinner. He had forgotten the drink they'd poured for him however. Everyone was busy, but Harlequin had stopped by just then to see if there was anything he could do for them. Yes . . . yes, there was. The cabin boy could take this glass out to the gentleman in the dining hall. Harlequin, of course, was more than happy to oblige.

The Living Marionette made his way to the dining hall, carefully carrying the glass between his wooden hands. He spotted the old man and crossed to him, shifting the glass into the crook of one arm to free his other hand, using it to gently tap on the elder's knee.

"Excuse me, sir, but I think you left your drink in the kitchen."

[maddestofall]

At the small rap on his knee, the knight glanced down to see one of the pages with a drink for him. Truly, did their thoughtfulness never cease? "I thank thee, my boy," Don Quixote said, taking the glass from Harlequin's hands and bringing it to the table to sit beside his plate. "Fine food, and the purest of water from the springs in Erealia! The crew is too good to me, I am afraid." Smiling gently, he asked, "Wouldst thou sit and keep me company, my friend? I do not believe that we have met before."

[fire_water_wood]

Harlequin gave the man a small grin, recognizing the man's antiquated speech. He himself had learned to speak so - or try to fake it - for plays in the past. He was off-duty, so he thought, why not? The man's praises were a little strange, but he really did seem like a kindly fellow and that's what mattered.

"Thank you, sir! I'd like that." Climbing up a chair, he made his way to the tabletop. "We've not met in person, sir, but I think we spoke over the network a few weeks ago. My name is Harlequin, at your service, sir!" He gave the man a graceful bow, sweeping off the gaudy colorful tricorn hat that he still wore whenever doing so would not interfere with tasks.