Chapter 11 Hagen's Royal Family (5)

The Geters did not know where they came from or how long they had lived in the kingdom.They are bootmakers who have been passed down for generations.In sunny Hagen, however, few people wear boots. Mr. Gater does what his father did, and what his son will learn to do: make fine leather boots for the princes who guard the walls; Jockey for a walk on the ranch.Uncle Agby knew how to tan leather; Aunt Ilse knew how to make wool into felt; Aunt Jolie herded sheep;The older daughter, Cheki, was kind-hearted, but a little crazy.And Sisi, lovely Sisi is his little daughter and the darling of the whole kingdom, Wildflower of Hemgogan, the only little commoner girl.She has always been sickly.She had fallen in love with the young prince Frodiger, but it was clear that they could not marry.

It was rumored that they had been seen more than once in trysts near the dimly lit Bridge Palace.My viscount obviously wants to believe this rumor, but it is difficult, because he knows that Prince Frodiger has been away from the country for three years, and he has gone to study at the school in Haverwig.In any case, Sisi's cardiorespiratory fitness is poor. "Civilians often do this," said the Viscount. "It's hereditary. It's a hereditary disease prevalent in women." Her health was deteriorating day by day, her body was thin and her face was pale, but she never complained. with a smile.And so she departed, lying in the cold earth, dear Hessie, the wildflower of Hemgegen.

The whole kingdom mourned for her.They mourned her wildly, without measure, without consolation, like aristocrats.Even the king shed tears when she was lowered into the tomb.Before people began to fill the tomb, the queen placed a diamond brooch on Heath's coffin. It is the seventeenth generation passed down to the queen. No one has touched it except someone of Urban blood.But now, it lies quietly in the grave of a little civilian girl. "Even this brooch is not as bright as her eyes," said the Queen.I had to leave Hagen shortly after the funeral.After three or four years of delay in travel to other planes, I returned to Hemgogan, long after the unbridled grief had subsided.I managed to find the Viscount who had been my guide before.He is no longer a guide, but has inherited the title of first duke, with a new wing of the palace and access to the royal vineyard.He was a good young man, and because he still had a little curiosity in his heart, when he was younger, his hobby was to be a guide.In fact, he still has some good feelings for outsiders.

He also had an irredeemable grace, and I took advantage of that.It is almost impossible for him to refuse a direct request.So when I asked to go to a party, he invited me.During my one-month stay in Helmgogen, I attended several evenings.At this time, I found another topic in the communication of Hagans-the topic of sports, pets, weather and even blood relationship would pale in comparison.There were only nineteen or twenty people with the surnames Tag and Gait at that time, but every little thing that happened to them would arouse the great interest of the nobles of Hemgogan.Kids make scratchbooks about them.

The Viscount's mother gave the Gates her precious cup and plate as gifts to them on their wedding day, hoping that they would have a son soon.Although the newspapers about the recent actions and photos of commoner families are rudimentary, they are not only extremely popular in their own country, they can even be seen in the neighboring kingdoms of Doloch and Vigmarz , neither kingdom has a single commoner.There is a larger kingdom to the south called Oldboy, and there are three commoner families there, and a real tramp, the Old Tramp of Oldboy.And even there, gossip about the Gates was widespread, about how short Cheki's miniskirts were, how often Mama Tag washed her underwear, whether Uncle Agby had a lump or a boil, Rumors about whether Uncle and Aunt Bird will go to the beach for a week to relax this summer or whether they will travel to the Wigmarz Mountains this autumn are all rumors that have been spread in full swing, and there is no enthusiasm for discussion in Oudboy No lower than other realms with very few civilians (including Hermgogan itself).A full-length portrait of Sissi wearing a crown of wildflowers - said to have been drawn from a photograph taken by Prince Flovig, though Cecki insists it was taken by her - became the centerpiece of many palaces. Thousands of decorations in the room.

I also met some nobles who were unwilling to express their admiration to the common people.Considering that I am an outsider, it is very rare for the old Prince Fulford to be fond of me.He was the king's first cousin, and uncle of my duke friend, yet he was very proud of his unusual rebellious ideas. "They call my family a rebel." The voice was as low as a growl, and the eyes in the wrinkles were shining.