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[royalbesties]

Darrowby's Bromance Number One.

[darrowbyeightfive]

Marble Halls, Part 3

So, OK, here is the first instalment... This is the long-overdue story from the writing prompt by @edgeofthedales who asked for a story about Tristan with the words ‘marble’ and ‘silence’. (None of which figure in this section, which is a bit of a bridging piece.)

"My usual form of exercise is running away from creatures who want to kill me. And cricket. I prefer cricket, all things considered."

"Hmmm. Well, you seem in very good shape for someone who is, what did you say, several hundred years old. A fine figure of a man. I would have had you down as about thirty. If it weren't for the double heartbeat, I would have suspected that this was one of young Mr. Farnon's pranks. A very lively sense of humour, he has. If a little bizarre on occasion." "So it appears. But you don't think there's any cause for concern?" "About his sense of humour, quite possibly. About your state of health, not at all, as far as I can gather. Of course, I know nothing about the biology of your, er, species, and I'm just extrapolating from what I know of my fellow men, but you seem to be fully recovered from the influenza-like illness you described, and the slight lethargy you report may be down to your becoming too, shall we say, comfortable. And possibly just a little overindulgence in Mrs. Hall's cakes, which is entirely understandable. She's an excellent cook. Perhaps what you need most of all is to get back to your life of high adventure." "That's as I suspected. Thank you, Doctor." "Thank you, Doctor. It's always a pleasure to broaden my knowledge. I've enjoyed this little chat. You'd be most welcome to come round for tea any afternoon."

"Without cake, I assume?" "Well, we doctors don't always practice what we preach, do we?" said Dr. Allinson with a conspiratorial wink.

[darrowbyeightfive]

"My usual form of exercise is running away from creatures who want to kill me. And cricket. I prefer cricket, all things considered."