Book 3: Chapter 15
“Your highness, your hunting gear for tomorrow has been prepared.”
A maid knocked on my door in the evening and hung a smooth set of clothes for hunting at my top of my bed then bowed and said: “I wish you victory and a safe return.”
“Thank you.”
I smiled and placed the thick book in my hand down. I guess this book can be considered elven literature. It’s a pretty good novel. The literature of elves is a little sad, as it laments the passage of time and their own long lifespans. Virtually nobody cares for politics, but there are lots of them who reflect on war and think about the value of things. It’s quite an interesting read.
In the past, a young prince could act hipster after reading just one book completely written in English. When I return, I can say that I read the literature of another type of being. I wondered what sort of reaction I’d get if I had my phone, took a picture, and then took it back and said: “This is the language of elves that you hipsters admire so much.”
They’d probably think I’m insane.
“Wow, your hunting gear looks so good, your highness.”
Lucia jumped onto the bed barefoot and then picked up my hunting gear. It was made of leather, and was basically the same as what hunters nowadays where, except that it was a tighter fit on the body. It had the royal family’s golden coat of arms embroidered on it, there was a cape attached to the back which had pockets on two rows. The cape also acts as a blanket during winter. The red cape on the black clothes looked quite cool. We would wear boots for footwear to prevent bugs and the sort from crawling in.
I looked at Lucia who was completely naked before me measuring up my hunting gear and smiled wryly. I wanted to tell hipsters: “The elf you guys like so much is on my bed stark naked.”