Prost Surehand
- Prost
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| Chapter | Text |
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| 3.00 E | “Everything’s fine. I helped Mister Prost with his wagon; that’s all. The axle of the wheel broke, so he had Finnon go get me.” |
| 3.00 E | When Durene finally lets me into the village, I hear a few mutters, but Prost, the [Farmer] who Durene had helped out a few days ago, is the first to shake my hand. |
| 3.00 E | That bit of fiction is met by approval from all the villagers, but later on Prost takes me aside as Durene helps lift a few kegs for one of the farmers. |
| 3.00 E | The villagers like me. I think I can say that with confidence. They think I’m kind, charming, and okay, mad as a loon. But Farmer Prost’s wife Yesel gives me a basket full of goods to take back to Durene’s home—or rather, she gives Durene that, and I met a good deal of people that day. All in all it was a success. |
| 3.01 E | “Folks save their coins. Mister Prost saves all his coins for instance; he only spends money when he has to buy new tools or fix his wagon. He’s going to have to buy a new plow horse soon; I help out, but Evera—the horse—is old. And they want to start raising pigs, but that’s an investment, and they could always use more coin to fix up the house…” |
| 3.01 E | I’m right. Not thirty minutes later, I hear someone approaching. Durene tenses up and she tells me Prost has come by. We invite him in, and he gets to business in a matter of seconds. |
| 3.01 E | “Oh, you know, Mister Prost. I heard them throwing snowballs and pine cones at Durene and had a word with them. We can’t have children going around attacking people, can we?” |
| 3.01 E | “I’m sure you’re right, Mister Prost. I’m sure they didn’t meant anything by the snowballs. Or the name calling.” |
| 3.01 E | “Mister Prost—!” |
| 3.01 E | “Stop that. Yes, you, Mister Prost. Durene has been nothing but friendly to me since I arrived here. Your children on the other hand attacked her, and then me.” |
| 3.01 E | Prost hesitates, but he doesn’t get up. |
| 3.01 E | “Enough. I think you should leave, Mister Prost. Now.” |
| 3.01 E | For once Durene is arguing back. I don’t respond and let her raise her voice. But now Prost is shouting. |
| 3.01 E | Prost knocks over his chair and retreats to the door. Durene’s on her feet—not advancing—but I get up before anyone can act. |
| 3.01 E | “That’s enough. Prost, it’s time for you to go. I’m staying here with Durene, and nothing you tell me is going to change that.” |
| 3.01 E | It sounds like Prost is nearly tearing out his hair—if he has any—in frustration. But he’s afraid of Durene as well, I can tell. |
| 3.01 E | “If that’s what Laken says, he stays. I’ll take care of him here. Now, you’ve gotta leave, Mister Prost. This is my house, and you’re not welcome here any longer.” |
| 3.01 E | She advances, and I hear the man rush out the door. I follow Durene out, and hear Prost’s voice. He’s far away from us but shouting. |
| 3.01 E | The word doesn’t come from Prost’s mouth. It comes from Durene, a shout. My heart skips a beat, and then I hear her shouting. |
| 3.01 E | Her voice is huge. Huge and deep, and it’s so loud I swear snow is falling from the trees. She screams at Prost, leaving the man speechless. |
| 3.01 E | Durene is crying, sobbing as she shouts as loudly as she can. She rails against Prost, cursing him. I hear an impact and sense she’s fallen to her knees. In the next silence I listen and hear distant crunching in the snow. |
| 3.11 E | By the time [Farmer] Prost stops outside the cottage, I’m already waiting for him, a smile on my lips. If he’s confused by my intuition, his voice doesn’t show any sign of it. |
| 3.11 E | “I’m glad to meet you as well, Mister Prost. You’ll have to tell me if you’re well.” |
| 3.11 E | A bit cold, I know. But I still remember how I last met the man. I hear a pause, and then a note of uncertainty in Prost’s voice. |
| 3.11 E | After another moment of uncertainty, Prost gets to the point. |