stick.
Ransom rears back. I see Mackreeâs body stiffen.
âHeâs taken,â Mackree says, not looking up. Mackree coughs and spits.
âLook at me when I talk to you,â the egg PIT says.
The barn door swings open and Sir Richard joins them. âIs he ready, Mackree?â Sir Richard asks, nodding toward Ransom.
âAye, sir,â Mackree says, stepping away from his horse.
Sir Richard greets Ransom, then mounts him with ease.
The egg prince is fried. âI claimed that horse,â he says to Mackree. âYou know that, boy. Iâll have you reported.â
âIâm no boy,â Mackree says in a measured tone. âAnd good luck reportinâ. Ransom is my horse and Iâm the only one decidinâ whoâs fit enough to ride him.â Mackree spits again.
This time a bit of shiny spittle lands on the egg boyâs boot.
âIâll have you whipped,â Sir Humbert says, coming toward Mackree with his riding stick raised.
âThatâs enough!â I shout, rushing forward. âLeave Mackree be, you brute.â
Sir Humbert looks at me and laughs. âWell, if it isnât Lady Grace of the Gardens.â
â Uggh ,â I sneer at him. âIf it isnât the stumbling Humbert.â
His smile freezes. He nods at Mackree. âFigures youâd let a girl fight your battles. A real man knows how to . . .â The dining hall bells gong loudly. Humptyâs fondess for food rules the day. He leaves, then turns back. âWeâre not through, boy ,â he says to Mackree. âI would challenge you on Tournament Day, but then, of course, you wonât be riding. Youâll be scooping dung from my horseâs rump.â
Mackree moves toward Humbert, but the egg prince hurries off.
I reach to touch Mackreeâs arm. âWhat a pompous . . .â
Mackree pulls away like Iâve stung him. His face is quivering as if he might cry. My heart breaks watching him feel so shamed.
âGo, Pearl, now. Go .â
And as much as I want to console him, respecting his wishes, I do.
Lu and Nuff are waiting for me in the shade of the huckabee tree. Lu offers me a smashed peanut and strawberry sandwich.
âSir Richard the soldier is such a dearie,â Lu says. âHandsome and heartfelt too. How wonderful it would be to wed such a man. When I went to retrieve his chamber pot this morning he said, âNo lady, Iâll do that task myself.â Isnât that sweet?â
âAnd smelly,â Nuff says, and we giggle.
âThe royals are learning their manners,â Nuff says, separating a segment of juicy orange and popping it into her mouth. âI was walking by the window when Professor Millington was saying how âladies are charmed by men with fine manners, especially as displayed at the dining table.â
âShe saidââand Nuff hardens her nose, sucks in her cheeks, shoulders back, chin up, affecting the proper posture of the instructor of Manners and ProtocolâââGentlemen . . . in the presence of a lady, there will be no burping, no slurping, no letting off steamâ ââ
âSteam!?â I nearly choke on my sandwich.
Lu giggles. âWhatâs she mean, steam?â
âActually I think she said âbottom steam,ââ Nuff answers, âotherwise known as âgassy vapors.ââ
âOh, Nuff,â I say, âenough. You are too too funny.â
âBottom steam?!â Lu repeats. âOh, no, she didnât say that.â
âDid too,â Nuff says, waving her hand in front of her nose, and we three double over laughing.
I notice Nuff instinctively puts her hand over her mouth to cover the broken front tooth she thinks makes her unattractive. That, of course, is silly. Nuff is beautiful, especially when sheâs laughing. But you can tell a person something a million times and that doesnât make it true