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It's been a while since Horus has been in Milliways, he's been mainly in the barn and the house protecting them as well as getting bigger. Today when William found a door in the barn, Horus slipped in after him and William let him come through.

Horus is exploring since there are so many new smells as William sits at a table reading one of the books that Miss Barlow gave him. He feels bad about how he hasn't really done any of the studying that she wanted him to do, but he's going to try now.

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William walks over as Horus gets comfortable on Franz's stomach, "Horus, what are you doin'?"

"Lording it over my dog, who lets him," Urquhart says, grinning up at William. "Hello William!"

"Yeah, I can see that. Horus, be nice. Hello," Horus meows at William but doesn't shift from his spot.

Franz is lying on his back with the cat on top of him, apparently perfectly happy in his submission to felinity.

"I think he is nice as it is," Urquhart says. "Horus. Interesting name for a cat."

"His mother's name was Isis. How are you doin'?"

"That makes a lot of sense," Urquhart says. "I'm doing well. Again. After the recent series of incidents with the evil tree god."

'Yeah, things got bad in here durin' that. I wasn't here for the end of it cause I got a door,"

He sits down and leans down to pet Horus, who purrs, life is good.

"These animals have it good," Urquhart says. "I don't have a door, so I was here to the end. It got sort of nasty; but luckily, it's over now."

"Well, Horus does have to do work back home. Yeah, it was gettin' bad when I left."

"Franz has to work as well," Urquhart says. "He fetches for me when I hunt."

"Yeah, they earn their time in front of the fire."

"They deserve all the luxuries they get here," Urquhart agrees.

"Yeah, they do,"

Horus wiggles his legs happily and William laughs, its nice to see him looking happy and silly.

Franz wags his tail, and stretches, quite happy to be a cat bed, apparently.

William smiles and leans down to rub Horus' stomach and pet Franz.

"So, what are you reading?" Urquhart asks.

"Tennyson's complete works, I like how he writes and makes the world seem brighter."

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"That's a poet, if I remember rightly?" Urquhart says.

"Yes, I like how he writes, he tells stories."

"Ballads, then?" Urquhart says. "Yes, they're good stuff. I feel the future forgets about them all too willingly in favour of novels and movies."

"No, he writes poetry that has stories within it, not ballads. His long poem is Idylls of the King about King Arthur."

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"Can you read me a bit of that?" Urquhart asks.

"This is from the Passing of Arthur and reminds me of a lot of poems about President Lincoln after he was killed.

That story which the bold Sir Bedivere,
First made and latest left of all the knights,
Told, when the man was no more than a voice
In the white winter of his age, to those
With whom he dwelt, new faces, other minds.

For on their march to westward, Bedivere,
Who slowly paced among the slumbering host,
Heard in his tent the moanings of the King:

'I found Him in the shining of the stars,
I marked Him in the flowering of His fields,
But in His ways with men I find Him not.
I waged His wars, and now I pass and die.
O me! for why is all around us here
As if some lesser god had made the world,
But had not force to shape it as he would,
Till the High God behold it from beyond,
And enter it, and make it beautiful?"

Urquhart listens, and nods quietly.

"It is very beautiful and thoughtful poetry," he says.

"Yeah, and see how its telling a story but its not really a ballad."

"Yes, I can see what you mean," Urquhart says. "I think I'd like to read that as well."

"He's written lots of poetry, so lots for you to read."

"Good," Urquhart says. "I use up quite a lot of books."

"He writes long stuff," The book of his complete works is a thick one.

"Looks like it," Urquhart says, grinning at the book.

William nods and leans down to pet Horus who's ended up half on and half off Franz.

"That dog is a total pushover before cat-kind," Urquhart chuckles. "How about some coffee?"

"He's nice and thanks, sure."

Urquhart orders coffee for them, so they can go on reading their respective books while the animals play and cuddle.

[[OOC: Fade here?]]

(OOC: Yes, thank you for the thread.)

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