1216- Carviliet, Murkintsen, Kingdom of the Southlands
By the time Seoc had finished reading, Seymour was close to dozing. A pleasant, fluffy warmth had settled in his head and he had long since ceased to comprehend the storyline. He was pretty certain that he had gotten the gist of it, though, and it appeared that Seoc was right. It did seem to fit.
Seoc laid the book aside and looked up at him. "There's just one thing that doesna line up," he told him. "What is it to Simon?"
The Aechyed frowned toward the ceiling. What was it to Simon? What was anything to Simon? Would anyone ever know, what with his nonsensical ramblings and invented words? If the little rogue laced his explanation with gibberish like 'swalliby' and 'helicopter', it might be well near impossible to decipher.
Seymour shook his head, trying to dislodge the drowsiness. "I suppose we'll have to ask him."
"No. It's late, and I'm about to fall asleep sitting up. Anyway, I don't know where he is. Do you?"
Seoc frowned. " No, but I dinna know if we have much time ta spare. What o' the crowds at the gate?"
"Let's not worry about those right now. I doubt they'll manage to breach it. Listen, I know you're worried, and I understand. There just isn't anything I can do about it, not right now. We can track down Simon first thing in the morning, agreed?"
Seoc nodded reluctantly.
"Good. Now, go to bed and try to get some sleep, little fish," he instructed him, bending to kiss him briefly on the side of the mouth. "I'll see you in the morning."
Seymour stopped halfway to the door. "Yes, m'dear?"
"May I go with you? I...I'd be frightened ta sleep alone."
He smiled. "Of course you may. Come."
He offered his hand and Seoc took it. They walked with arms linked until the door, then separated as they entered the corridor, where there was risk of being seen. When they reached his bedroom, Seymour secured the door behind them.
"There," Seymour declared. "Now no one will walk in on us again."
Seoc smiled wryly and began to undress. "An' exactly what would they have been walkin' in on?"
Seymour unbuckled his belt and shrugged off his tunic. "Nah, nothing like that. I'm too bleeding exhausted. Sorry."
"That's alright," Seoc assured him, crawling into the bed and pulling the sheets up to his chin. "I'm tired, too."
Seymour slipped under the bedclothes and moved over alongside Seoc, putting his arms around him. "I love you, little fish."
Seoc was silent a while, and by the time he responded, "I love you too, Sey," Seymour was already asleep and did not hear him.