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Pompom... by Evianrei

Pompom...

Evianrei

Scene from a book I finished a few days ago for fun. Featuring Pompom the weasel, and Prince Poynt the Stoat.
Keep in mind, this passage has SPOILERS so if you plan to read the book without SPOILERS, skip the passage.

I drew this scene as if Prince Poynt ran into Pompom after the incident.

"Prince Poynt was covered in beautiful white fur, except for the end of his tail, which was tipped with black. He liked this small difference in his coat - which was no different from that of the meanest serf, since all stoats keep a tar tip to their tail after changing to ermine - because it reminded him he was mortal. Princes get so puffed up with their own importance they often come to believe they are so special they will live for ever. They get to thinking they are gods. Prince Poynt knew that was a dangerous way to think. Such thoughts had been partly responsible for the death of his elder (by a few minutes) brother, King Redfur.

He was having his tail combed, and then trimmed with nail-scissors by Pompom, when a messenger burst into the hall.
'My liege!' cried the messender, falling on his face and then burying it in a volehair rug.
Prince Poynt was alarmed. He did not like messengers falling on their faces. It usually meant bad news was on the way.
'What is it? Speak up, stoat. You won't be harmed.'
'My liege,' said the messenger into the rug, 'Lord Ragnar is dead.'
Prince Poynt jerked upright so quickly that Pompom accidentally snipped off the tip of this tail.

There was no wound to the flesh but half the precious tar tip had gone. Pompom gave a strangled cry and stuffed his paw into his mouth. The jester was certain he was going on the gibbet. But the prince had not even noticed, so distraught was he by the news."

Jumping ahead a few passages...

"Now where was I?' said the prince, looking over his shoulder at his tail. 'Pompom was trimming...' The prince let out a wail of anger as he noticed that his precious tar tip had been severed in two. 'POMPOM!'

But the jester was nowhere to be seen.

The Welkin Weasels: Castle Storm
Garry Kilworth
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Page 349 & 350, 357

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