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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Mar 17, 2008 14:25:33 GMT -5
"I'm so glad you could come with me today," said Herbert, squeezing Aziraphale's hand.
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Post by Aziraphale on Mar 17, 2008 14:32:35 GMT -5
*He gave Herbert's hand a squeeze in return, wondering just what he'd gotten himself into by agreeing to this.*
"Oh, yes, I can hardly wait."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Mar 17, 2008 14:33:47 GMT -5
"Oh- wait, just a minute, I'd almost forgot..."
Herbert steered them away from one hall and down another.
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Post by Aziraphale on Mar 17, 2008 14:37:08 GMT -5
"Where are we going?" *he asked, a bit concerned. After one turn he was already lost.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Mar 17, 2008 14:41:27 GMT -5
"It should be somewhere around here- Daddy keeps it covered because it makes him think of Mamma."
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Post by Aziraphale on Mar 17, 2008 14:42:32 GMT -5
"I see," *he said, though he didn't.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Mar 17, 2008 14:45:38 GMT -5
He let go of Aziraphale's hand, approached what looked like a large curtained window, and pulled back the drapes.
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Post by Aziraphale on Mar 17, 2008 14:52:56 GMT -5
*His first impression was that it was a window, so understandably, he panicked a little bit. Frantically, he squeaked,* "Herbert what are you-"
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Mar 17, 2008 14:55:26 GMT -5
But it wasn't a window. It was, in fact, two framed pictures hanging next to one another.
"You were worried," Herbert teased.
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Post by Aziraphale on Mar 17, 2008 14:56:27 GMT -5
*Aziraphale blushed at his mistake, but took hold of Aziraphale's arm securely.*
"Of course I was. Must you scare me like that?"
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Mar 17, 2008 15:00:30 GMT -5
"This is Mamma," he said, gesturing at the frame on the left.
It showed a very pretty, very fair and blonde young woman who for the sake of this post we'll just say looked like a seventeenth-century Lucy Barker in a pale yellow dress, her hair loosely twisted and falling over one shoulder. She had a rose in one hand and a prayer book in the other.
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Post by Aziraphale on Mar 17, 2008 15:03:28 GMT -5
*She was very beautiful," *he said.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Mar 17, 2008 15:04:31 GMT -5
"She died when I was three," Herbert said quietly.
Sensing Aziraphale's next question, he quickly added, "Really died, I mean."
He gestured at the nameplate.
Izabella, Grafin von Krolock 1593-1618
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Post by Aziraphale on Mar 17, 2008 15:08:27 GMT -5
*He inspected the plate.*
"She was so young..."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Mar 17, 2008 15:09:35 GMT -5
"Daddy tried to save her..." Herbert said vaguely.
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