Riding Lessons (Paris/Éomer)
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horseboykarlÉomer: Smokey Joe prances as I lead him out of the barn, and he’s more restive than I have ever seen him. I frown, wondering if Karl’s injury has prevented him from properly exercising his horse. I can manage well enough in the cast, so it should not interfere with Karl either. Although I had not planned to ride him this morning, I want the horse calm for this lesson, so I bridle him and then slide onto his back. After a few turns around the pasture, he settles down and I bring him to the fence, remove the bridle and tie his halter rope to a post.
There is plenty of time left before my student arrives, and I give Smokey Joe a very quick rubdown and put a blanket on him against the cold. Then I get the rest of the items we will need this morning out of Karl’s tack room. Long lead rope. Saddle and blanket. Curry comb and brush. Paris must start with the very simplest of tasks that are involved with riding a horse.
Paris: I ride towards Karl's place with a great sense of anticipation. I've been looking forward to these lessons, to getting back on a horse again. I think I was surprised myself how much I enjoyed it last time. I'm looking forward to seeing Éomer again too. He's got an amazing sense of calm around him when he's with horses, and he knew exactly how to put me at my ease too. Can't think of anyone I'd rather learn from. And I know Smokey Joe is a good steady horse, so hopefully I'll not end up on my arse.
It's funny how it becomes easier to live with this shifting thing after a while. A lot of that has to do with knowing Théo has Éomer, and isn't screwing everything in sight when he's here. It's not an ideal situation, and most of the time it's for their benefit, but it does have the occasional trade off, like today, being taught to ride by the Third Marshal of the Riddermark.
Éomer: You park your bike beside the barn, a familiar sight, but I can tell from your walk that you are not Théo. I smile at you in greeting and go to meet you, clasping your shoulder. “Well met, Paris.”
There are things that I need to explain to you, before we get closer to Smokey Joe. It is strange to me to meet someone who has no experience with horses, for even the smallest child in the most remote village on the plains would know how a horse will behave.
“Horses worry only about two things, Paris. The first is where the rest of their herd is going, the second is whether there is something around that will try to eat them. If you convince a horse that you are his herd and that you do not intend to eat him, then he will not give you any problems. So . . . do not approach a horse from the back. They can see behind very well, but only a predator would come from that direction. But our eyes are on our head in the same place as those of a wolf, so do not stare directly at a horse unless he knows you.”
We walk toward Smokey Joe, who looks at you curiously. He is well trained and would not react if you had challenged him with your gaze, but I hope that you will feel comfortable around every horse you meet. I hand you the curry comb, hard but flexible, so different from the metal toothed combs in my world.
“Before you saddle him, you must comb him, get all of the dirt and dead skin off of his hide. If you do not do this, the sweat caused by the saddle will mix with the dirt and irritate his skin. Move in circles and go all over his body, avoiding only those areas where the skin is attached directly to bone.” I hold the halter rope and speak softly to the horse, drifting my words to your ears as well.
Paris: I'm glad we're starting with the basics. Gives me a chance to get used to being around Smokey Joe, and him the same chance to get used to me, and build a little trust between us. So I listen and take in all you say. Makes sense, the reasons for not approaching a horse from behind, and I keep my eyes from his as we get closer, until I know him better. I take the rubber comb from you, and follow your instructions, circling the comb on his neck.
"Like this?" You nod, so I work down his neck, missing out his shoulder where I can see the bone is close to the surface, and then move the comb over his side, taking my time, careful not to touch his spine. As I work, my other hand stays in contact with Smokey Joe and your voice works it's magic again. I'm sure it has the same calming effect on him as it does on me.
When I've finished on one side and get your nod of approval, I go back to where you hold him instead of walking round behind him, patting his neck, and then start on his other side, repeating my movements, keeping the pressure firm as I work.
Éomer: I smile as you move. “You have a natural gift with beasts, I see. Take the brush now. But do not go in all directions. Look at the grain of his hair, the way the hair grows naturally, and brush in that direction.” You concentrate on the task and Smokey Joe has become used to you now, looking at me calmly. When you have finished to my satisfaction, I hand you the saddle blanket, showing you how to start it up over his withers, and slide it back so as keep the hair from getting twisted. The saddle comes next and while I can manage it with the bandage, it is much easier when I show you how to throw it over his back. We tighten the girth strap and move to the bridle.
“This metal bar is the bit, just nudge it against his teeth and it will naturally go into his mouth, behind his last set of teeth.” Smokey Joe opens his mouth obediently and you pull the bridle over his ears.
“The very last thing you do before you mount any horse is to check the girth strap again. Some horses will breathe in the first time so that when they exhale, the strap loosens, and then when you try to put your foot in the stirrup, then saddle slides.” I show you how a properly tightened strap will allow only two fingers under it.
Paris: I smile happily at your praise. I've never really been around "beasts" before, unless cats and dogs count. I've always been relaxed around them, known instinctively to give them there own space and time to get to know me, and why should horses be any different? I think it's a size thing. Being faced with something that has a mind of its own and is a lot bigger than me was daunting, but then I thought of the other beast in my life. Yeah, she's made of metal, but there's a heart that beats somewhere in there, anyone who's been bitten by the biking bug will tell you that bikes have personalities of their own, and you have to treat them right.
Thinking about it like that helped me put things in perspective before I got here, and there's a quiet confidence building in me as I get to know Smokey Joe, following your instructions. Not getting cocky, no, I've got a hell of a lot to learn, but the last of my concern has been banished, replaced with enjoyment of spending time with him today, and with you.
The girth tested, I guess it's time for me to mount up, so I watch and listen as you show me, eager to be astride him again.
Éomer: Both man and horse are settled, so I hold the stirrup out for your foot. You swing into the saddle easily and I decide to forego the long lead line. I think that you do not need it, not for this horse. Once I have given you instructions on the proper use of the reins and how to indicate what speed you wish for the horse to take, I step back and nod to you.
"Just talk to him, Paris, let him know you are there with him." You smile at me and squeeze your legs, clucking to Smokey Joe. He starts off at a slow walk and I pace beside you for a few minutes, and then I turn and go to the center of the pasture. "Whenever you are ready, push him into a trot, but you must grip with your thighs."
Paris: A trot? Okay, sounds easy enough. Smokey Joe responds nicely and begins to speed up, and I tighten my thighs, but bloody hell! I'm suddenly bouncing around like a sack of potatoes, and I know I should be co-ordinating my movements with his, but once we're out of sync, there's no getting it back. What did you tell me last time? the horse's gait is so choppy that it will break your balls if you do not move with it You really weren't joking!
I ease Smokey Joe back to a walk, and he actually seems relieved when we stop. I guess that could have gone better. I push the foot which had slipped out of a stirrup back into it as you walk over. "I think I prefer cantering."
Éomer: My groin aches in sympathy as your face drains of color. I walk back to the two of you and run soothing fingers down Smokey Joe’s neck, talking to him, giving your thigh a pat before I back off again.
“It takes practice to find a rhythm with your horse, and you must do it eventually for there are times that a canter is not appropriate.” I try to think of a way to explain it. “It is like the first time with a new lover . . . sometimes your motions are so at odds that you wonder why you ever thought it was a good idea. But with time and familiarity, you realise that there is nothing else so wonderful. So it is with a horse.”
I pick up the lead and snap it to the chin strap, before walking to the center of the pasture. “You may canter again if you wish it, I will guide you both. Urge him into a trot and then immediately push him faster. His gait should even out quickly.”
Paris: That's an interesting way of looking at it, but yeah, I can see the parallels. I urge Smokey Joe faster, straight on to cantering, and it brings back good memories of riding through the woods with you up at the cabin. This so much better, and smoother, although I know that I'm gonna have to master trotting eventually. We run on for a while in wide circles round you on the long line, and then I ease him back down to a walk.
"I'm gonna try that again." You nod, and I ask him to move faster. This time, I pay more attention, focussing on co-ordinating my movements with his, rising and falling in time with his gait. This is made easier by you having control of the direction we're going in, one less thing to think about. It's still a little choppy, but I keep both my stirrups, and nothing gets any more bruised, so when I ease him into a canter this time, I've got a happy smile on my face at that very slight victory.
Éomer: I flash a grin at you as the pair of you twirl around my position. This day has been chiefly about easing your fears and letting you see that horses are not scary beasts, not when you understand them and become familiar with them. To truly ride well, we will need a mount for me. I must discuss this with Karl, for surely there are others of his friends who own horses.
Smokey Joe slows down at last and I did not see you pull him up, but I will not correct you or him for it today. I coil the lead in my hand as I walk toward you. The gelding is but lightly lathered and I can see that he is still willing to go. It is not like Karl to neglect his horse and I wonder again how much this hand bothers him.
“You have done very well, Paris. And now there is one last chore, which no true rider may avoid. The horse must be cared for before the rider takes his ease. Everything that you did before must be done again, before we can put him in his stall.”
Paris: I'm smiling as we come to a halt. It's been really enjoyable, and left me wanting to ride again, and wondering what it would be like to have a horse of my own that I could really get to know.
I slip off his back, and lead him to the side of the field, taking off the saddle and blanket and throwing them over the fence before picking up the curry comb. It's not too much of a chore, and doesn't take long to finish grooming him. I lead him off to the barn, following you to his stall.
"Dave, my partner, has a horse. A mare called Laurelea. I think she and Smokey Joe have met already. She's stabled out in the woods and there's a track down to the beach. We could take him out there in the trailer next time if you like?" I glance at your hand. "Will we have to wait until that comes off? You're not gonna be able to do any driving either until it does, but I can show you the basics today."
Éomer: You suggestion is a good one and I nod. “Yes, we need another horse for the next part of your lessons. Will your Dave mind if we borrow his mare?” You seem to think that this permission will be easily given, so we make plans for the next time. “The cast does not interfere with my riding, although it appears to bother Karl, so we need not wait for it to come off if that is your wish.”
But you point out that the truck is another matter, and I agree to wait until Karl is fully healed. We walk to the truck while you tell me that is has the same basic equipment as a bike, just in different places. I sit behind the steering wheel and you show me the accelerator and the brake and the shift and the clutch.
I am struck by a matter that I have been curious about since I came here, but never had anyone to ask. “How does it work?” I frown. “Why does it work?”
Paris: "How does the truck work?" You nod at me, and I take time to figure out where to start. It's not every day you get asked to explain the workings of the internal combustion engine to someone from a pre-industrial society. Even in this world, most people get in a car and take it for granted that it will start and take them where they want to go, so your curiosity is refreshing. I think back to what my Dad told me when I asked him the same question when I was 14.
"The truck and the bike work on the same principal, and I'm more used to dealing with bike engines. Come on, it'll be easier if we've got some points of reference."
We get out of the truck and walk over to Leelu. We both squat down at the side of the bike and I explain about cylinders and pistons and show you a spare spark plug, then go through the four stroke process, pointing out what is where on the bike as I go. How fuel and air are drawn into the cylinder on the intake stroke, compressed by the piston moving up, igniting when the spark plug fires which forces the piston back down, turning the crankshaft and pushing out the waste gasses on the return stroke. I fire her up, and then explain how the gears work. You listen and take everything in, concentration etched on your face.
"Did all that make sense?" I sit back on my heels, hoping I explained it well enough. "If I had my tools, I'd open her up, let you see inside."
Éomer: I understand using the power of wind or water to run devices, but this engine is truly the most complicated thing I have ever seen. And I find it amazing that you have such a deep knowledge of the workings of such things. “To see inside?” I smile at you. “Will you show me that some day too?”
It is time for our midday meal, but Théo is not here to cook for me, so I will have to hunt for food in Karl’s kitchen to feed us both. I do not tell Théo that I am able to cook Karl’s food now, because I enjoy him feeding me. But I have been told that you do not eat meat, so I will have to be creative in my choices of food for us.
Paris: "Yeah, I can show you at the warehouse sometime." I stripped her down often enough to do it blindfold before Jay finally fixed that recurring problem with the carbs, but I've stopped carrying a full toolkit with me since I quit living on the road.
When we get to the kitchen, I take a seat at the table and you stick a carton of juice and two glasses down on it, so I pour some out for both of us. I glance around the place as you rummage through the fridge and cupboards. Last time I was here, it wasn't for very long. Théo had pissed Karl off and left me to calm the situation down, so I wasn't exactly taking much notice of my surroundings. It's a nice place, bright and airy, and the finish is good. Karl's dog wanders in and comes up to me, wagging his tail and I realise he must know Théo, the amount of time the guy spends here when he shifts. I drink down half my juice and run my finger round the rim of the glass, thinking out loud.
"Éomer, do you think learning on a horse of my own would be a good idea, or should I know what I'm doing first? I mean, I like Smokey Joe, but it's not practical to come out to Karl's all the time. I suppose Laurelea is there for me whenever I like, but she's used to Dave."
Éomer: I consider. The people of this world do not rely on horses in the same way that my people do, but still . . . the bond between horse and rider is important. And might make riding easier for you.
"I think that would be a good idea, provided you are willing to care for the horse as it requires. You saw how much work we did for a short ride. A horse would require that every single time. And the horse must be ridden frequently to keep him from becoming unruly and to solidify the bond between you. I can tell that Karl has not taken Smokey Joe out in some time, due to his injury I suppose. But, to have a horse that knows you, that understands your particular style of riding . . . that would be ideal and you will find that your abilities in this area will increase quickly once you and your horse understand each other."
Paris: "I think I'd like that. I had no idea I would enjoy riding so much, and I feel drawn to it. Felt like this the first couple of times I rode a bike, as if it had got inside me somehow, and I needed more."
And you're right, of course. It would be a big step, and a big responsibility. Not quite the same as having a cat live with you, coming and going as he pleases and as long as he's fed regularly, he sorta takes care of himself. You stick a loaf of bread and some plates down on the table, so I slice some of it up and butter it as we talk.
"I suppose it's a similar thing to having a bike of your own, only deeper. I know Leelu's little quirks inside out, how she'll respond in all sorts of conditions, how to get the best from her. And I can ride other bikes no problem, and enjoy them, but it would take time to really get to know them and to feel the type bond I have with her."
I munch on the bread and wash it down with more juice.
"I've got a lot on at work at the moment, got a big project that's just about finished, so maybe when I get some breathing space, it would be something to seriously think about."
Éomer: Ire sniffs at the bread and I thickly butter a piece and give it to him. He gulps it down and silently begs for more. I look at him more closely. He is starting to have a portly appearance to him and I decide he has had enough. I am starting to worry about Karl. It is not like him to neglect his animals and I know from seeing the farm that he was raised to care for them. But Ire clearly needs exercise as much as Smokey Joe did. I try to remember the last time he and I had an actual conversation and I realize it has been months since we have talked. The arrangement with Karl for Théo and I to see each other has been going so well that I have not thought to speak to Karl about anything. Perhaps I have erred again. He is so difficult to understand.
You are another matter however. It is pleasant spending time with you. I have enjoyed our bargains and am anxious to continue my lessons with the truck once Karl's injury has healed.
"If you decide you wish to purchase a horse, it would be my pleasure to assist you in your selection, if you would care for my advice."
Paris: "Thanks, I'd really value your advice." I smile warmly. Today is proving to be a relaxing break from work, but lunch could be more inspiring. And that's not a critisiscm of your skills in the kitchen, I think Karl must be due to stock up on supplies as there's not a lot for you to work with. I finish my juice off.
"Why don't I take you out for lunch? It's the least I can do to say thanks for the lesson. There's a couple of places on the way back into town, or we can head into Wellie and I'll drop you back later. If we take the truck, you can watch as I drive, or we can take the bike. Your call."
Éomer: I consider your offer. I would enjoy having lunch with you at one of the eating establishments. I remember the time with Faramir and the potato things, whose name I cannot recall. But the choice of truck or bike is difficult. I have not been able to ride the bike myself because my left hand cannot grip properly with this cast on it, so a bike ride would be most enjoyable. On the other hand, I am anxious to learn how to drive the truck and watching you do it might be beneficial. I decide that having witnessed you driving once before, I do not need to see it again, I will learn once I can drive for myself.
I grin at you. “It is a very pleasant day for a bike ride and I thank you for your offer of food.”
Paris: "That's okay." I smile back, glad you chose the bike. One thing me and Théo have in common, I suppose, a dislike of travelling in trucks and cars, although I think I tolerate it a lot more than he does.
You stop to grab you your lid and jacket on the way out, and I notice how the leather still looks new … Karl said you had a new set of leathers, so this must be what you and Théo bought from Rawhyde. I'm about to admire it, when I remember what else you may or may not have bought that day, given the wink I got from the girl on the fetish counter when I went in to buy gloves, and decide against it. You've always been incredibly open and honest about everything, and I think there are some things I'd rather not know. We get to Leelu and I start her up, letting the engine purr while I get my jacket on.
"There's a place me and the guys grab lunch at sometimes. The food's decent, and it's got a good atmosphere. I think you'll like it." Flash you a smile before I pull on my lid and mount up, revving the engine a little as you climb on behind me.
Éomer: I wonder what a 'good atmosphere' is, but I am certain that I will soon find out. My jacket is slowly becoming comfortable, but the leather is very thick for protection when one is on a bike so it goes slowly.
After I have donned my helmet, I climb on behind you, feeling slightly strange not to be riding with Théo, but when I put my arms around you, I realise that you do not feel anything like him and I relax. The wind from our speed blows my hair around behind me and whips the fringe on my jacket around. It is a very good day for this, the air is clear and cool.
The journey is a short one, and much as I enjoyed it, I am happy to reach the eating establishment, for my stomach has been making its needs known for some time now.
Paris: There's another couple of bikes parked outside when we pull up, and a few trucks. It's always quiet on a lunchtime, but Adam says it's an "interesting" place for a night out, and I've been meaning to bring Dave down one night to check it out. My Dad would call this a proper British style pub, stone floors with lots of wood panelling and furniture. There's a fireplace against one wall with a fire crackling away behind a guard, and a pool table off to one side with a couple of guys in the middle of a game. A Thin Lizzy track is playing on the juke box as we walk in, and I smile a welcome at the guy behind the bar who's usually here when I come in with Ben and Adam.
"Want me to order for both of us?" I suggest, and you nod in agreement, so I order you a Mac's Black, get a coke for myself and stick our food order in too. I usually have a sandwich for lunch, but I'm hungrier than that today, and I'm guessing you are too, so I order the Cajun blackened chicken with Creole sauce, rice and salad for you, a roasted vegetable enchilada with refried beans and sour cream for me, and a large bowl of fries to share. You're a big guy, so I'm thinking you'll have a healthy appetite. The server tells us it won't belong so we wander over to a table in the corner and get comfortable while we wait.
Éomer: I relax with a stout ale in my hand of a kind that I recognize from Karl’s house. It is quite delicious and goes down smoothly. This place is far more refined than the places that Théo and I usually end up together, but quite a pleasant change.
The men at the far table concentrate on their game intently. I have played it before, but never found the time to master the complexities of the game. I lift my drink in their direction. “I have played that in the other place that Karl lived, but never mastered it. I am sure it is just a matter of practice, because it seems a matter of calculating angles and distances as one would with any weapon. But played in peace, as are most things in your world.”
The wench comes out with a platter of things like Faramir bought me and tells us that the rest will be out in a moment. I watch carefully as you put some kind of sauce on your plate that I remember also and I do the same. They are a toothsome treat and I eat my share quickly.
Paris: I'm pleasantly surprised to find out you've played pool before. "Yeah, you're right, practice is all it takes, and a good eye for gauging shots. We could play a game or two after lunch if you'd like?"
The fries are tasty, especially dipped in ketchup, and you wolf your half down, finishing just as our other food arrives. I ask the server to bring us another couple of drinks, and we tuck in. I'm hoping you like what I ordered for you. I suppose you have chicken in Rohan, but probably not Cajun style.
You mentioned the peace of our world with very little envy in your voice. Seems like you have a calm acceptance of the life you lead, which according to the books and movie must be a hard one. Makes me admire your strength all the more, and much as I've got so many questions about what it's like for you in your own world, I don't want that to intrude on a pleasant afternoon. Besides, there's something else I'm curious about.
"So where did you learn to play darts? I spotted the trophy on the bookshelf a while back, and since I didn't win it, I'm thinking it was one of you guys?" I ask with a curious smile.
Éomer: I smile reminiscently around a mouthful of food, which is very good, if hotter than I am used to. I swallow, thinking back. “That was indeed a fine evening. Théo and I competed in the contest, won a great deal of money, nearly brought several women back to your warehouse with us, but we ended up in a very nice brawl, which we also won. Théo won the contest, I placed behind him.” My eyes grow distant as I remember how he ended up behind me later, claiming his spoils as the victor.
“Before the bargain with you and Karl, I would sneak into your world whenever Karl was weak or vulnerable.” Not honorable behavior, I know that now and I am ashamed that I did not see it myself. “I have been to many places in this world where drinking and gaming of all types take place. I met a friend of Karl’s in one of those places and we spent many a fair night together. I believe that he wagered a large amount of money on my skills and made a good profit on our time spent in taverns.”
Paris: Several women?? I nearly choke on my enchilada, but make a good recovery. Well, I did ask, and now I know what a decent night out for you guys really means. And I really need to know the answer to my next question, even though it may be something else that comes under the heading of Too Much Information. The idea of some girl turning up on my doorstep and mistaking me for Théo isn't all that appealing, but I keep my tone light. "Do you guys meet a lot of women while you're here?"
It's good to know where the money comes from though. "So that's how you and Théo pay for things when you're here, you win the cash." After finding the darts trophy I had wondered if that was the case. It may be a strange thing to deal with, shifting, but at least it's never been a drain on my finances. But I'm actually shocked when you tell me the rest, for a couple of reasons, not the least of which is that it must mean someone else knows about you and used you. "Which friend of Karl's made money out of you? And did you get anything out of it, apart from winning?"
Éomer: Your tone is a little startled and I wonder for a moment what is bothering you. I have laid with both men and women in my life. Each sex satisfies different urges, but now that Théo has so thoroughly claimed both my body and my heart, the yearning for anyone else in my bed has diminished. But I can at least reassure you.
"I am familiar with the sheath that covers my cock to prevent impregnating a female or to prevent disease. And I know that I am to use it whenever I am with any man other than Théo or Faramir. I will protect Karl from either embarrassment or danger. Théo will do the same for you."
Karl's small friend is a very enjoyable companion in many ways, but I have not seen him since Karl came back to Wellington. I am completely happy to spend my time with Théo, but Dom was pleasant company. I shrug at your question. "Dom was his name, short for something else which I do not recall because it was an strange name. I was out once and he recognised me, which was odd, but he seemed to know who I was. After that, he paid for whatever adventures we enjoyed, while I won money for him. I have no use for the money of your world. Théo likes it, but I have found that it is easy to persuade people to pay for my drinks."
Of course, Théo has put his money to very good use and I have been the beneficiary of his generosity. I frown. Perhaps I should pay more attention to the currency and buy something for him. It is hard to live in two worlds.
Paris: "That's good to know." Once again, your characteristic straightforwardness amazes and impresses me, and at least I know you both got the message about condoms, although I think I do need to talk to Théo about bringing people home, just in case he does. I really wish he didn't wear my face when he was here.
"Ah yeah, Dominic Monaghan. I've met him a couple of times too." I smile at you, remembering how much of a good laugh he and Billy Boyd were and the reputation he had for partying hard. I can't recall Dave ever mentioning he shifted, but I feel a whole lot better knowing it was someone Rings related you hung out with. "Yeah, I can imagine you have no problem getting people to buy you drinks." I add with a grin, having noticed the glances you got as we walked in.
I wolf down the last of my enchilada dipped in a dribble of the sour cream, and sit back as you finish your chicken, glancing across at the now vacant pool table. "So are you still hungry, or do you fancy honing your pool skills?"
Éomer: I wiggle my thumb experimentally, but find that I cannot get it any where near the position I have been taught. Ah well, I can rest the pool stick somewhere else. I like spending time with you and I will enjoy trying this game again, though I am hampered.
“I would like that, though you will find me an easy mark today, I am afraid. I will demand a rematch once this cast is removed.”
We pick the ales and move to the empty table. You set the balls in position while I try to decide how to work around this handicap. I make a show of eyeing your technique, wondering if you can be intimidated at all.
Paris: "Okay, I'll take you up on that. I guess you'll both be glad when that thing comes off. Dave told me Karl got into a fight." Which concerned me. I asked him if he was okay when we spoke to arrange Théo's last visit and today, but he didn't seem in the mood to chat. I'll have to ask Dave how he's doing.
I think we can work around the cast with a little imagination, so I break, and start looking for a decent shot. As I walk round the table, I notice you watching me with an intense stare. I do a double take and burst out laughing. You're trying to psyche me out! And if I didn't know you, it would have worked.
"Nice try mate, but that's not gonna work." I grin as I walk past. "Use it the next time you play someone for money, though, and it'll get results, trust me."
Éomer: I laugh easily, unembarrassed at being caught out. “One must use whatever strategy might gain the smallest of advantages,” I say calmly. Though this one clearly will not work on you. So I settle down to playing the game as well as I possibly can. Which is quite badly.
A few of my shots fall where I want them to, but I am woefully out of practice and what little skill I had gained has deserted me in the interim. You have defeated me soundly in several games before I grin at you. “Mercy,” I beg.
Paris: I smile back at you as the black from my last shot rolls across the table, landing in the pocket with a satisfying clunk. "Okay, I suppose you've taken enough for one afternoon, and I think I'd better be heading home." I stick our cues back in the rack and we pick up our jackets and lids on the way out. It's not long before we're pulling up in Karl's yard, and you slip off the bike.
"Thanks for the riding lesson, Éomer and I'm sure once the cast comes off you'll find your pool playing improves." It's been an interesting day. You're good company and I like hanging out with you. I'm really looking forward to riding with you next time too. "Get Karl to give me a call when it comes off and I'll arrange some more lessons for both of us." You nod and smile.
"See you later, mate." I rev the engine and drive out of Karl's yard, giving you a wave before I take off down the road and head back to Wellie.
There is plenty of time left before my student arrives, and I give Smokey Joe a very quick rubdown and put a blanket on him against the cold. Then I get the rest of the items we will need this morning out of Karl’s tack room. Long lead rope. Saddle and blanket. Curry comb and brush. Paris must start with the very simplest of tasks that are involved with riding a horse.
Paris: I ride towards Karl's place with a great sense of anticipation. I've been looking forward to these lessons, to getting back on a horse again. I think I was surprised myself how much I enjoyed it last time. I'm looking forward to seeing Éomer again too. He's got an amazing sense of calm around him when he's with horses, and he knew exactly how to put me at my ease too. Can't think of anyone I'd rather learn from. And I know Smokey Joe is a good steady horse, so hopefully I'll not end up on my arse.
It's funny how it becomes easier to live with this shifting thing after a while. A lot of that has to do with knowing Théo has Éomer, and isn't screwing everything in sight when he's here. It's not an ideal situation, and most of the time it's for their benefit, but it does have the occasional trade off, like today, being taught to ride by the Third Marshal of the Riddermark.
Éomer: You park your bike beside the barn, a familiar sight, but I can tell from your walk that you are not Théo. I smile at you in greeting and go to meet you, clasping your shoulder. “Well met, Paris.”
There are things that I need to explain to you, before we get closer to Smokey Joe. It is strange to me to meet someone who has no experience with horses, for even the smallest child in the most remote village on the plains would know how a horse will behave.
“Horses worry only about two things, Paris. The first is where the rest of their herd is going, the second is whether there is something around that will try to eat them. If you convince a horse that you are his herd and that you do not intend to eat him, then he will not give you any problems. So . . . do not approach a horse from the back. They can see behind very well, but only a predator would come from that direction. But our eyes are on our head in the same place as those of a wolf, so do not stare directly at a horse unless he knows you.”
We walk toward Smokey Joe, who looks at you curiously. He is well trained and would not react if you had challenged him with your gaze, but I hope that you will feel comfortable around every horse you meet. I hand you the curry comb, hard but flexible, so different from the metal toothed combs in my world.
“Before you saddle him, you must comb him, get all of the dirt and dead skin off of his hide. If you do not do this, the sweat caused by the saddle will mix with the dirt and irritate his skin. Move in circles and go all over his body, avoiding only those areas where the skin is attached directly to bone.” I hold the halter rope and speak softly to the horse, drifting my words to your ears as well.
Paris: I'm glad we're starting with the basics. Gives me a chance to get used to being around Smokey Joe, and him the same chance to get used to me, and build a little trust between us. So I listen and take in all you say. Makes sense, the reasons for not approaching a horse from behind, and I keep my eyes from his as we get closer, until I know him better. I take the rubber comb from you, and follow your instructions, circling the comb on his neck.
"Like this?" You nod, so I work down his neck, missing out his shoulder where I can see the bone is close to the surface, and then move the comb over his side, taking my time, careful not to touch his spine. As I work, my other hand stays in contact with Smokey Joe and your voice works it's magic again. I'm sure it has the same calming effect on him as it does on me.
When I've finished on one side and get your nod of approval, I go back to where you hold him instead of walking round behind him, patting his neck, and then start on his other side, repeating my movements, keeping the pressure firm as I work.
Éomer: I smile as you move. “You have a natural gift with beasts, I see. Take the brush now. But do not go in all directions. Look at the grain of his hair, the way the hair grows naturally, and brush in that direction.” You concentrate on the task and Smokey Joe has become used to you now, looking at me calmly. When you have finished to my satisfaction, I hand you the saddle blanket, showing you how to start it up over his withers, and slide it back so as keep the hair from getting twisted. The saddle comes next and while I can manage it with the bandage, it is much easier when I show you how to throw it over his back. We tighten the girth strap and move to the bridle.
“This metal bar is the bit, just nudge it against his teeth and it will naturally go into his mouth, behind his last set of teeth.” Smokey Joe opens his mouth obediently and you pull the bridle over his ears.
“The very last thing you do before you mount any horse is to check the girth strap again. Some horses will breathe in the first time so that when they exhale, the strap loosens, and then when you try to put your foot in the stirrup, then saddle slides.” I show you how a properly tightened strap will allow only two fingers under it.
Paris: I smile happily at your praise. I've never really been around "beasts" before, unless cats and dogs count. I've always been relaxed around them, known instinctively to give them there own space and time to get to know me, and why should horses be any different? I think it's a size thing. Being faced with something that has a mind of its own and is a lot bigger than me was daunting, but then I thought of the other beast in my life. Yeah, she's made of metal, but there's a heart that beats somewhere in there, anyone who's been bitten by the biking bug will tell you that bikes have personalities of their own, and you have to treat them right.
Thinking about it like that helped me put things in perspective before I got here, and there's a quiet confidence building in me as I get to know Smokey Joe, following your instructions. Not getting cocky, no, I've got a hell of a lot to learn, but the last of my concern has been banished, replaced with enjoyment of spending time with him today, and with you.
The girth tested, I guess it's time for me to mount up, so I watch and listen as you show me, eager to be astride him again.
Éomer: Both man and horse are settled, so I hold the stirrup out for your foot. You swing into the saddle easily and I decide to forego the long lead line. I think that you do not need it, not for this horse. Once I have given you instructions on the proper use of the reins and how to indicate what speed you wish for the horse to take, I step back and nod to you.
"Just talk to him, Paris, let him know you are there with him." You smile at me and squeeze your legs, clucking to Smokey Joe. He starts off at a slow walk and I pace beside you for a few minutes, and then I turn and go to the center of the pasture. "Whenever you are ready, push him into a trot, but you must grip with your thighs."
Paris: A trot? Okay, sounds easy enough. Smokey Joe responds nicely and begins to speed up, and I tighten my thighs, but bloody hell! I'm suddenly bouncing around like a sack of potatoes, and I know I should be co-ordinating my movements with his, but once we're out of sync, there's no getting it back. What did you tell me last time? the horse's gait is so choppy that it will break your balls if you do not move with it You really weren't joking!
I ease Smokey Joe back to a walk, and he actually seems relieved when we stop. I guess that could have gone better. I push the foot which had slipped out of a stirrup back into it as you walk over. "I think I prefer cantering."
Éomer: My groin aches in sympathy as your face drains of color. I walk back to the two of you and run soothing fingers down Smokey Joe’s neck, talking to him, giving your thigh a pat before I back off again.
“It takes practice to find a rhythm with your horse, and you must do it eventually for there are times that a canter is not appropriate.” I try to think of a way to explain it. “It is like the first time with a new lover . . . sometimes your motions are so at odds that you wonder why you ever thought it was a good idea. But with time and familiarity, you realise that there is nothing else so wonderful. So it is with a horse.”
I pick up the lead and snap it to the chin strap, before walking to the center of the pasture. “You may canter again if you wish it, I will guide you both. Urge him into a trot and then immediately push him faster. His gait should even out quickly.”
Paris: That's an interesting way of looking at it, but yeah, I can see the parallels. I urge Smokey Joe faster, straight on to cantering, and it brings back good memories of riding through the woods with you up at the cabin. This so much better, and smoother, although I know that I'm gonna have to master trotting eventually. We run on for a while in wide circles round you on the long line, and then I ease him back down to a walk.
"I'm gonna try that again." You nod, and I ask him to move faster. This time, I pay more attention, focussing on co-ordinating my movements with his, rising and falling in time with his gait. This is made easier by you having control of the direction we're going in, one less thing to think about. It's still a little choppy, but I keep both my stirrups, and nothing gets any more bruised, so when I ease him into a canter this time, I've got a happy smile on my face at that very slight victory.
Éomer: I flash a grin at you as the pair of you twirl around my position. This day has been chiefly about easing your fears and letting you see that horses are not scary beasts, not when you understand them and become familiar with them. To truly ride well, we will need a mount for me. I must discuss this with Karl, for surely there are others of his friends who own horses.
Smokey Joe slows down at last and I did not see you pull him up, but I will not correct you or him for it today. I coil the lead in my hand as I walk toward you. The gelding is but lightly lathered and I can see that he is still willing to go. It is not like Karl to neglect his horse and I wonder again how much this hand bothers him.
“You have done very well, Paris. And now there is one last chore, which no true rider may avoid. The horse must be cared for before the rider takes his ease. Everything that you did before must be done again, before we can put him in his stall.”
Paris: I'm smiling as we come to a halt. It's been really enjoyable, and left me wanting to ride again, and wondering what it would be like to have a horse of my own that I could really get to know.
I slip off his back, and lead him to the side of the field, taking off the saddle and blanket and throwing them over the fence before picking up the curry comb. It's not too much of a chore, and doesn't take long to finish grooming him. I lead him off to the barn, following you to his stall.
"Dave, my partner, has a horse. A mare called Laurelea. I think she and Smokey Joe have met already. She's stabled out in the woods and there's a track down to the beach. We could take him out there in the trailer next time if you like?" I glance at your hand. "Will we have to wait until that comes off? You're not gonna be able to do any driving either until it does, but I can show you the basics today."
Éomer: You suggestion is a good one and I nod. “Yes, we need another horse for the next part of your lessons. Will your Dave mind if we borrow his mare?” You seem to think that this permission will be easily given, so we make plans for the next time. “The cast does not interfere with my riding, although it appears to bother Karl, so we need not wait for it to come off if that is your wish.”
But you point out that the truck is another matter, and I agree to wait until Karl is fully healed. We walk to the truck while you tell me that is has the same basic equipment as a bike, just in different places. I sit behind the steering wheel and you show me the accelerator and the brake and the shift and the clutch.
I am struck by a matter that I have been curious about since I came here, but never had anyone to ask. “How does it work?” I frown. “Why does it work?”
Paris: "How does the truck work?" You nod at me, and I take time to figure out where to start. It's not every day you get asked to explain the workings of the internal combustion engine to someone from a pre-industrial society. Even in this world, most people get in a car and take it for granted that it will start and take them where they want to go, so your curiosity is refreshing. I think back to what my Dad told me when I asked him the same question when I was 14.
"The truck and the bike work on the same principal, and I'm more used to dealing with bike engines. Come on, it'll be easier if we've got some points of reference."
We get out of the truck and walk over to Leelu. We both squat down at the side of the bike and I explain about cylinders and pistons and show you a spare spark plug, then go through the four stroke process, pointing out what is where on the bike as I go. How fuel and air are drawn into the cylinder on the intake stroke, compressed by the piston moving up, igniting when the spark plug fires which forces the piston back down, turning the crankshaft and pushing out the waste gasses on the return stroke. I fire her up, and then explain how the gears work. You listen and take everything in, concentration etched on your face.
"Did all that make sense?" I sit back on my heels, hoping I explained it well enough. "If I had my tools, I'd open her up, let you see inside."
Éomer: I understand using the power of wind or water to run devices, but this engine is truly the most complicated thing I have ever seen. And I find it amazing that you have such a deep knowledge of the workings of such things. “To see inside?” I smile at you. “Will you show me that some day too?”
It is time for our midday meal, but Théo is not here to cook for me, so I will have to hunt for food in Karl’s kitchen to feed us both. I do not tell Théo that I am able to cook Karl’s food now, because I enjoy him feeding me. But I have been told that you do not eat meat, so I will have to be creative in my choices of food for us.
Paris: "Yeah, I can show you at the warehouse sometime." I stripped her down often enough to do it blindfold before Jay finally fixed that recurring problem with the carbs, but I've stopped carrying a full toolkit with me since I quit living on the road.
When we get to the kitchen, I take a seat at the table and you stick a carton of juice and two glasses down on it, so I pour some out for both of us. I glance around the place as you rummage through the fridge and cupboards. Last time I was here, it wasn't for very long. Théo had pissed Karl off and left me to calm the situation down, so I wasn't exactly taking much notice of my surroundings. It's a nice place, bright and airy, and the finish is good. Karl's dog wanders in and comes up to me, wagging his tail and I realise he must know Théo, the amount of time the guy spends here when he shifts. I drink down half my juice and run my finger round the rim of the glass, thinking out loud.
"Éomer, do you think learning on a horse of my own would be a good idea, or should I know what I'm doing first? I mean, I like Smokey Joe, but it's not practical to come out to Karl's all the time. I suppose Laurelea is there for me whenever I like, but she's used to Dave."
Éomer: I consider. The people of this world do not rely on horses in the same way that my people do, but still . . . the bond between horse and rider is important. And might make riding easier for you.
"I think that would be a good idea, provided you are willing to care for the horse as it requires. You saw how much work we did for a short ride. A horse would require that every single time. And the horse must be ridden frequently to keep him from becoming unruly and to solidify the bond between you. I can tell that Karl has not taken Smokey Joe out in some time, due to his injury I suppose. But, to have a horse that knows you, that understands your particular style of riding . . . that would be ideal and you will find that your abilities in this area will increase quickly once you and your horse understand each other."
Paris: "I think I'd like that. I had no idea I would enjoy riding so much, and I feel drawn to it. Felt like this the first couple of times I rode a bike, as if it had got inside me somehow, and I needed more."
And you're right, of course. It would be a big step, and a big responsibility. Not quite the same as having a cat live with you, coming and going as he pleases and as long as he's fed regularly, he sorta takes care of himself. You stick a loaf of bread and some plates down on the table, so I slice some of it up and butter it as we talk.
"I suppose it's a similar thing to having a bike of your own, only deeper. I know Leelu's little quirks inside out, how she'll respond in all sorts of conditions, how to get the best from her. And I can ride other bikes no problem, and enjoy them, but it would take time to really get to know them and to feel the type bond I have with her."
I munch on the bread and wash it down with more juice.
"I've got a lot on at work at the moment, got a big project that's just about finished, so maybe when I get some breathing space, it would be something to seriously think about."
Éomer: Ire sniffs at the bread and I thickly butter a piece and give it to him. He gulps it down and silently begs for more. I look at him more closely. He is starting to have a portly appearance to him and I decide he has had enough. I am starting to worry about Karl. It is not like him to neglect his animals and I know from seeing the farm that he was raised to care for them. But Ire clearly needs exercise as much as Smokey Joe did. I try to remember the last time he and I had an actual conversation and I realize it has been months since we have talked. The arrangement with Karl for Théo and I to see each other has been going so well that I have not thought to speak to Karl about anything. Perhaps I have erred again. He is so difficult to understand.
You are another matter however. It is pleasant spending time with you. I have enjoyed our bargains and am anxious to continue my lessons with the truck once Karl's injury has healed.
"If you decide you wish to purchase a horse, it would be my pleasure to assist you in your selection, if you would care for my advice."
Paris: "Thanks, I'd really value your advice." I smile warmly. Today is proving to be a relaxing break from work, but lunch could be more inspiring. And that's not a critisiscm of your skills in the kitchen, I think Karl must be due to stock up on supplies as there's not a lot for you to work with. I finish my juice off.
"Why don't I take you out for lunch? It's the least I can do to say thanks for the lesson. There's a couple of places on the way back into town, or we can head into Wellie and I'll drop you back later. If we take the truck, you can watch as I drive, or we can take the bike. Your call."
Éomer: I consider your offer. I would enjoy having lunch with you at one of the eating establishments. I remember the time with Faramir and the potato things, whose name I cannot recall. But the choice of truck or bike is difficult. I have not been able to ride the bike myself because my left hand cannot grip properly with this cast on it, so a bike ride would be most enjoyable. On the other hand, I am anxious to learn how to drive the truck and watching you do it might be beneficial. I decide that having witnessed you driving once before, I do not need to see it again, I will learn once I can drive for myself.
I grin at you. “It is a very pleasant day for a bike ride and I thank you for your offer of food.”
Paris: "That's okay." I smile back, glad you chose the bike. One thing me and Théo have in common, I suppose, a dislike of travelling in trucks and cars, although I think I tolerate it a lot more than he does.
You stop to grab you your lid and jacket on the way out, and I notice how the leather still looks new … Karl said you had a new set of leathers, so this must be what you and Théo bought from Rawhyde. I'm about to admire it, when I remember what else you may or may not have bought that day, given the wink I got from the girl on the fetish counter when I went in to buy gloves, and decide against it. You've always been incredibly open and honest about everything, and I think there are some things I'd rather not know. We get to Leelu and I start her up, letting the engine purr while I get my jacket on.
"There's a place me and the guys grab lunch at sometimes. The food's decent, and it's got a good atmosphere. I think you'll like it." Flash you a smile before I pull on my lid and mount up, revving the engine a little as you climb on behind me.
Éomer: I wonder what a 'good atmosphere' is, but I am certain that I will soon find out. My jacket is slowly becoming comfortable, but the leather is very thick for protection when one is on a bike so it goes slowly.
After I have donned my helmet, I climb on behind you, feeling slightly strange not to be riding with Théo, but when I put my arms around you, I realise that you do not feel anything like him and I relax. The wind from our speed blows my hair around behind me and whips the fringe on my jacket around. It is a very good day for this, the air is clear and cool.
The journey is a short one, and much as I enjoyed it, I am happy to reach the eating establishment, for my stomach has been making its needs known for some time now.
Paris: There's another couple of bikes parked outside when we pull up, and a few trucks. It's always quiet on a lunchtime, but Adam says it's an "interesting" place for a night out, and I've been meaning to bring Dave down one night to check it out. My Dad would call this a proper British style pub, stone floors with lots of wood panelling and furniture. There's a fireplace against one wall with a fire crackling away behind a guard, and a pool table off to one side with a couple of guys in the middle of a game. A Thin Lizzy track is playing on the juke box as we walk in, and I smile a welcome at the guy behind the bar who's usually here when I come in with Ben and Adam.
"Want me to order for both of us?" I suggest, and you nod in agreement, so I order you a Mac's Black, get a coke for myself and stick our food order in too. I usually have a sandwich for lunch, but I'm hungrier than that today, and I'm guessing you are too, so I order the Cajun blackened chicken with Creole sauce, rice and salad for you, a roasted vegetable enchilada with refried beans and sour cream for me, and a large bowl of fries to share. You're a big guy, so I'm thinking you'll have a healthy appetite. The server tells us it won't belong so we wander over to a table in the corner and get comfortable while we wait.
Éomer: I relax with a stout ale in my hand of a kind that I recognize from Karl’s house. It is quite delicious and goes down smoothly. This place is far more refined than the places that Théo and I usually end up together, but quite a pleasant change.
The men at the far table concentrate on their game intently. I have played it before, but never found the time to master the complexities of the game. I lift my drink in their direction. “I have played that in the other place that Karl lived, but never mastered it. I am sure it is just a matter of practice, because it seems a matter of calculating angles and distances as one would with any weapon. But played in peace, as are most things in your world.”
The wench comes out with a platter of things like Faramir bought me and tells us that the rest will be out in a moment. I watch carefully as you put some kind of sauce on your plate that I remember also and I do the same. They are a toothsome treat and I eat my share quickly.
Paris: I'm pleasantly surprised to find out you've played pool before. "Yeah, you're right, practice is all it takes, and a good eye for gauging shots. We could play a game or two after lunch if you'd like?"
The fries are tasty, especially dipped in ketchup, and you wolf your half down, finishing just as our other food arrives. I ask the server to bring us another couple of drinks, and we tuck in. I'm hoping you like what I ordered for you. I suppose you have chicken in Rohan, but probably not Cajun style.
You mentioned the peace of our world with very little envy in your voice. Seems like you have a calm acceptance of the life you lead, which according to the books and movie must be a hard one. Makes me admire your strength all the more, and much as I've got so many questions about what it's like for you in your own world, I don't want that to intrude on a pleasant afternoon. Besides, there's something else I'm curious about.
"So where did you learn to play darts? I spotted the trophy on the bookshelf a while back, and since I didn't win it, I'm thinking it was one of you guys?" I ask with a curious smile.
Éomer: I smile reminiscently around a mouthful of food, which is very good, if hotter than I am used to. I swallow, thinking back. “That was indeed a fine evening. Théo and I competed in the contest, won a great deal of money, nearly brought several women back to your warehouse with us, but we ended up in a very nice brawl, which we also won. Théo won the contest, I placed behind him.” My eyes grow distant as I remember how he ended up behind me later, claiming his spoils as the victor.
“Before the bargain with you and Karl, I would sneak into your world whenever Karl was weak or vulnerable.” Not honorable behavior, I know that now and I am ashamed that I did not see it myself. “I have been to many places in this world where drinking and gaming of all types take place. I met a friend of Karl’s in one of those places and we spent many a fair night together. I believe that he wagered a large amount of money on my skills and made a good profit on our time spent in taverns.”
Paris: Several women?? I nearly choke on my enchilada, but make a good recovery. Well, I did ask, and now I know what a decent night out for you guys really means. And I really need to know the answer to my next question, even though it may be something else that comes under the heading of Too Much Information. The idea of some girl turning up on my doorstep and mistaking me for Théo isn't all that appealing, but I keep my tone light. "Do you guys meet a lot of women while you're here?"
It's good to know where the money comes from though. "So that's how you and Théo pay for things when you're here, you win the cash." After finding the darts trophy I had wondered if that was the case. It may be a strange thing to deal with, shifting, but at least it's never been a drain on my finances. But I'm actually shocked when you tell me the rest, for a couple of reasons, not the least of which is that it must mean someone else knows about you and used you. "Which friend of Karl's made money out of you? And did you get anything out of it, apart from winning?"
Éomer: Your tone is a little startled and I wonder for a moment what is bothering you. I have laid with both men and women in my life. Each sex satisfies different urges, but now that Théo has so thoroughly claimed both my body and my heart, the yearning for anyone else in my bed has diminished. But I can at least reassure you.
"I am familiar with the sheath that covers my cock to prevent impregnating a female or to prevent disease. And I know that I am to use it whenever I am with any man other than Théo or Faramir. I will protect Karl from either embarrassment or danger. Théo will do the same for you."
Karl's small friend is a very enjoyable companion in many ways, but I have not seen him since Karl came back to Wellington. I am completely happy to spend my time with Théo, but Dom was pleasant company. I shrug at your question. "Dom was his name, short for something else which I do not recall because it was an strange name. I was out once and he recognised me, which was odd, but he seemed to know who I was. After that, he paid for whatever adventures we enjoyed, while I won money for him. I have no use for the money of your world. Théo likes it, but I have found that it is easy to persuade people to pay for my drinks."
Of course, Théo has put his money to very good use and I have been the beneficiary of his generosity. I frown. Perhaps I should pay more attention to the currency and buy something for him. It is hard to live in two worlds.
Paris: "That's good to know." Once again, your characteristic straightforwardness amazes and impresses me, and at least I know you both got the message about condoms, although I think I do need to talk to Théo about bringing people home, just in case he does. I really wish he didn't wear my face when he was here.
"Ah yeah, Dominic Monaghan. I've met him a couple of times too." I smile at you, remembering how much of a good laugh he and Billy Boyd were and the reputation he had for partying hard. I can't recall Dave ever mentioning he shifted, but I feel a whole lot better knowing it was someone Rings related you hung out with. "Yeah, I can imagine you have no problem getting people to buy you drinks." I add with a grin, having noticed the glances you got as we walked in.
I wolf down the last of my enchilada dipped in a dribble of the sour cream, and sit back as you finish your chicken, glancing across at the now vacant pool table. "So are you still hungry, or do you fancy honing your pool skills?"
Éomer: I wiggle my thumb experimentally, but find that I cannot get it any where near the position I have been taught. Ah well, I can rest the pool stick somewhere else. I like spending time with you and I will enjoy trying this game again, though I am hampered.
“I would like that, though you will find me an easy mark today, I am afraid. I will demand a rematch once this cast is removed.”
We pick the ales and move to the empty table. You set the balls in position while I try to decide how to work around this handicap. I make a show of eyeing your technique, wondering if you can be intimidated at all.
Paris: "Okay, I'll take you up on that. I guess you'll both be glad when that thing comes off. Dave told me Karl got into a fight." Which concerned me. I asked him if he was okay when we spoke to arrange Théo's last visit and today, but he didn't seem in the mood to chat. I'll have to ask Dave how he's doing.
I think we can work around the cast with a little imagination, so I break, and start looking for a decent shot. As I walk round the table, I notice you watching me with an intense stare. I do a double take and burst out laughing. You're trying to psyche me out! And if I didn't know you, it would have worked.
"Nice try mate, but that's not gonna work." I grin as I walk past. "Use it the next time you play someone for money, though, and it'll get results, trust me."
Éomer: I laugh easily, unembarrassed at being caught out. “One must use whatever strategy might gain the smallest of advantages,” I say calmly. Though this one clearly will not work on you. So I settle down to playing the game as well as I possibly can. Which is quite badly.
A few of my shots fall where I want them to, but I am woefully out of practice and what little skill I had gained has deserted me in the interim. You have defeated me soundly in several games before I grin at you. “Mercy,” I beg.
Paris: I smile back at you as the black from my last shot rolls across the table, landing in the pocket with a satisfying clunk. "Okay, I suppose you've taken enough for one afternoon, and I think I'd better be heading home." I stick our cues back in the rack and we pick up our jackets and lids on the way out. It's not long before we're pulling up in Karl's yard, and you slip off the bike.
"Thanks for the riding lesson, Éomer and I'm sure once the cast comes off you'll find your pool playing improves." It's been an interesting day. You're good company and I like hanging out with you. I'm really looking forward to riding with you next time too. "Get Karl to give me a call when it comes off and I'll arrange some more lessons for both of us." You nod and smile.
"See you later, mate." I rev the engine and drive out of Karl's yard, giving you a wave before I take off down the road and head back to Wellie.
