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Over the Sea, To Me
Over the Sea, To Me
Over the Sea, To Me
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Over the Sea, To Me

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A novelette retelling an old ballad.

A castle of marvels, by the sea -- full of goblins and sprites.  Many young knights come in search of adventures, and leave in search of something less adventurous.

A knight brave enough to face it could even woo the Lady Isobel there, but when Sir Beichan and she catch the attention of her father, the castle has horrors as well as wonders, enough to hold him prisoner.  Winning freedom may only separate them, unless its marvels can be used to unite them, over the sea.

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Release dateJan 1, 2015
ISBN9781942564089
Over the Sea, To Me
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Mary Catelli

Mary Catelli is an avid reader of fantasy, science fiction, history, fairy tales, philosophy, folklore and a lot of other things. (Including the backs of cereal boxes.) Which, in due course, overflowed into writing fantasy (and some science fiction).

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    Over the Sea, To Me - Mary Catelli

    Over the Sea, To Me

    Mary Catelli

    Published by Wizard's Wood Press, 2015.

    This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

    OVER THE SEA, TO ME

    First edition. January 1, 2015.

    Copyright © 2015 Mary Catelli.

    ISBN: 978-1942564089

    Written by Mary Catelli.

    Table of Contents

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    Over the Sea, To Me

    Also By Mary Catelli

    Over the Sea, To Me

    Seamstresses twittered over Beichan's torn shirt, their voices rising from about his knees, since not one of them rose as high as his waist.  Most had dark hair and lined faces like dried apples, but some had birds' heads, with sharp beaks and feathers under their shawls instead of hair—he drew in a deep breath, to steady himself.  Living at this castle for ten months should have left him used to its marvels. 

    We should dye it back to blue, said one, eyeing him.  Yellow hair and blue eyes aren't enough to win the ladies.  He looked away, sharply, and felt his face heat.

    Sir Beichan!  The chamberlain's voice boomed up the stairs.  The little nut-brown chamberlain hopped after it, his berry-red coat sweeping the steps like a train.  A strange knight, behind him, eyed the chamberlain as if not quite believing, though he managed to climb.

    The seamstresses peered at the knight with bright-eyed interest.

    Sir Adkyn entered King Thomas's service.  The chamberlain tilted his head back.  You twain will share a room.

    Sir Adkyn eyed the seamstresses.

    Hadn't you heard, sir? said the chamberlain.  Before you came?  How the queen came over the sea in a ship of ivory?

    With a crew of hobs and sprites, thought Beichan.  Who stayed and served her, and now her widower, and her daughter.  He kept his mouth from twitching.  Like any young knight who sought service with foreign kings, he had looked for marvels.  He found them.  Often, other knights had found them entirely too marvelous.

    I had heard, said Sir Adkyn, flatly.

    He looked eager to be gone, and kept only by his oath—King Thomas would no doubt free him within a month or two, with a contemptuous smile, but until then—Beichan bowed. 

    I will show you where the room lies.

    The chamberlain grinned.  I will have his luggage lugged there.  He hopped down the stairs, his coat tail flying.

    Beichan turned back to the seamstresses.  There is no need to take special care with it.  I wear that when I need clothes that can get filthy without trouble.

    You've got no surety that ladies will not see you then, said a seamstress merrily, and ran off with the shirt flapping like a banner.  Beichan sighed and turned back to Sir Adkyn.

    Wind blew through the windows as they walked down the corridor, bearing the smell of the sea, and an almost wintry nip to the air.

    Adkyn said, Strange servants in this castle.

    You hadn't heard of them before? said Beichan.

    I heard rumors.  Which—  Adkyn shook his head.  I did not believe them, which was wise.  This castle and its servants are much more than rumor said.

    That, Beichan remembered himself.  When I came—there were fae lasses, no higher than my waist, frolicking on the seashore.  He shook his head and glanced at Adkyn.  Wild little things, brown like driftwood, their hair wild and their arms like twigs, wearing sea blue gowns, cheerful and laughing—but Adkyn had no wish to be regaled by the story.

    He pushed open the door to a small, white-washed room, with a single window

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