Return to the library

Duncan reluctantly returns the Library, disappointed that he was unsuccessful in getting it on with Terrice, but looking forward to his lunchtime “desserts.”

Shortly after he returns to his books, MacTavish arrives to check on his pupil. “Your Highness will need to be much more committed to his studies if he hopes to complete them before he is a grandfather,” says the elderly teacher.

“Grandfather?” thought Duncan. “If I have to spend my days up here, I’m never going to be a father!”

MacTavish sits with him and begins to lecture about the ancient history of Mirantia. Duncan tries to pay attention, but his mind keeps wandering back to Terrice. He imagines her busily at work, dusting furniture, making beds, and bending over to straighten bedspreads. He can just picture her form, shapely ass beneath that short maid’s skirt, as she bends over.

“Your Highness?”

Duncan realizes with a start that MacTavish is taking to him.

“I’m sorry.... What was that again?”

MacTavish sighs. “Your Highness’ mind is elsewhere. I asked you why it was necessary for your ancestors to confiscate the magical artifacts from those early days and keep them here in the Library.”

Duncan looks around and offers a guess. “So they would be available to use as weapons, if necessary?”

MacTavish shakes his head in disappointment. “No... Because they are too dangerous to be used by anyone for any reason! Have you not heard a word I have said?”

Before Duncan can answer, there is a knock at the door. MacTavish opens it and finds Terrice, carrying a covered tray. “Forgive the interruption, M’Lord, but I was instructed to bring lunch for His Highness.”

MacTavish opens the door fully and nods for the young woman to enter. “Of course. Perhaps some nourishment will help His Highness’s mental faculties,” he said, dryly.

Terrice sets the tray down on a table and looks back and forth, between MacTavish and Duncan, awaiting instructions.

Duncan takes his eyes from Terrice’s legs long enough to consider his teacher.