Eastar and Sindar were in a room where the young man analyzed some clothes.
With the news of the young man's actions the whole town began to bubble up with stories and rumors.
The king decided to throw a party in honor of the heroic act of the star, but with the overalls destroyed, it was necessary to get a new robe.
The princess took charge of this and took him to the room that had belonged to her older brother, Sabor, and took some of the deceased prince's clothes for the young stellar to try on.
— Damn, why so many clothes? — Eastar grabbed a shirt from the bed. — I like this one, is it tough?
He grabbed with both hands and gave a slight tug, tearing it in the middle like a sheet of paper. He looked at the princess, whose eyes were wide.
Carefully, put the shirt on the bed.
— Yeah, I don't think so.
— Why did you do that?
— How can I wear such a fragile clothing?
— What kind of clothes did you wear?
— A jumpsuit made of dust. It lasted thousands of years, if you ask me.
The young woman put a hand to her face.
— Eastar, the clothes here are fragile... because we do not spend millennia with them!
He stepped back, startled.
— I 'm... sorry?
The princess sighed.
— Fine, fine, just don't use your absurd strength on the others.
— I swear I'll behave. — He grinned.
The princess could not resist and began to laugh, the star accompanied her, and it was the first time he had felt that strange and warm sensation, something he had never felt before.
***
— To our hero! May Belron enlighten you and Sorya guide your steps in the dark!
A great ovation made the walls of the great hall vibrate. King Herimbor raised his glass of wine next to all the guests and took a long sip.
Eastar wore a white linen shirt, leather pants, and black boots. And stay between the king and Aros, all standing, behind the table that had been set before the throne at the time, surrounded by chairs for the honorable guests. Two more tables were set in the hall, and all were filled with men and women laughing and whispering about what had happened that afternoon.
The young hero was enjoying all the excitement, he finally understood why his father did all those things. The feeling of thanks on people's faces when they looked at him was fantastic.
— It's good to be the center of attention, isn't it, brat? — said the commander, laughing beside him, then leaned forward to more close to the child and whispered: — By the way, it was a nice punch, but you keep getting distracted easily.
— Did you see? Where were you? You could have helped! — Eastar glared at his father, which made Aros laugh before answering.
— I was looking out my bedroom window. I saw the bull approaching the clearing, and then I saw you and the princess there... — He put a hand to his beard thoughtfully. — For a moment I thought I'd go help, I think it would take time, but I wanted to see you in action.
— Were you testing me? — Eastar could not believe his father could be so cold.
— I wasn't testing you, I was confident you would know what to do, that's all. I reigned for over a million years, brat, I know what you're capable of.
The boy was startled by the seriousness in his father's face, his chest tingled, feeling proud of yourself for the trust he had acquired, then smiled at his old man and turned to the other side, where Sindar was sitting on her silver throne, shortly after the king. She also looked at the young stellar and they both smiled.
The party reached into the night, drunk people began to flirt with servants and each other, or to sleep in their food dishes. The cornaro was served in pieces — as the whole animal was unable to be brought into the kitchens — and seasoned with herbs, honey and pepper. The meat was very tender and tasty.
Eastar ate all he could and tried some of the wine, coughed when he felt the drink go down hot in his throat, and his father gave him pats on the back, laughing.
— Look, it's becoming a legionnaire! — He laughed.
The king said he would have a battle figure carved in the great gate, but it was hard to be sure if he would remember that when he was sober.
— Thanks to Ulmo you were there, boy, or I'm afraid I wouldn't see my little eagle again.
— Daddy… — Sindar snapped , clutching his father's arm. — But I don't understand, cornaros tend to be well west of here, near the mountains on the edge of the Dark Forest.
— Probably ended up here running from hunters. — Aros joined the conversation.
— Hunters? So do you really hunt this animal? — Eastar said, his mouth full of flesh.
— Yes. See how tasty the meat is? In addition, the horns make great bows, as well as being a good anesthetic when scraping the area near the head. — Herimbor smiled. — But we usually do this with groups of ten to fifteen, and yet most are always experienced.
— That animal had no face that would run away from something ... — The young man turned to his father.
— Could be... — Aros scratched his chin and shrugged. — Well, that's all I imagined after seeing the scars on his back.