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[timebethine]

Laertes is in love. He's in love, and he's carrying his whole heart tucked into his coat, held close against his chest. The pup wriggles and squirms and makes little noises that to Laertes's ears are more curious and interested than distressed. "Soon, pet," says Laertes softly as he undoes the lock on the door to his and Sagramore's rooms. Then, louder: "Sagramore! I've brought a friend for thee!"

And he pulls the tiny puppy out of his coat. It blinks ice-blue eyes at Sagramore, then gives an amiable bark.

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[sagramore]

He kisses back warmly. "Aye, then, that I know and would have be so, in my very soul. Is that also what thou wouldst have of me?"

[timebethine]

"It is--and I thought it to be true, but then--I doubted." A smaller smile. "I'll hold fast to this, and know that anything that contradicts it is said in play."

[sagramore]

"Good man. I'm sorry I gave thee cause to doubt me -- I forget, too, that thou art new."

[timebethine]

Szarka's managed to polish off everything in the bowl; now she's licking eagerly at the broth that's spilled over the floor, determined to consume Every Drop. Laertes can't help grinning down at her. "Am I so skilled in the arts of love already?" he teases.

[sagramore]

"So skilled!" He laughs. "Thou art like a seasoned lothario; how could I think otherwise?"

[timebethine]

Laertes laughs, but he does have to ask--"Art saying that in play, or in truth?"

[sagramore]

Sagramore's expression softens a bit -- he can't help being sincere. "Thou hast learned so much and so quickly since thou camest here. Thou hast always pleased me, but thou art more skilled, more bold, more generous than thou wast to begin. I called thee my student once but thou art beyond that now, thou art a tradesman in the work of lovemaking."

[timebethine]

"Then thou wilt be my masterwork," says Laertes, folding Sagramore's hand in his own and squeezing. "Now, please save our daughter from herself; I'll fetch a towel."

[sagramore]

"Godspeed," bending down to scoop Szarka into his arms again. "I'd better take her out after this."

[timebethine]

Szarka, for her part, has been all but exhausted by the immense labor of Dinner, and she tucks her chin into the crook over Sagramore's elbow and looks up at him with innocent ice-blue eyes. Her entire face is festooned with wet breadcrumbs and shreds of chicken.

Laertes, meanwhile, gathers up the bowl and sets it in the sink, then fetches a dishtowel and mops up the carnage.

[sagramore]

"Was that good?" he asks, slightly sing-song. "Art thou surfeited? Art thou content, my love? Wouldst thou go out and see the snow with thy fathers?"

[timebethine]

She yawns and settles in, unbothered by the suggestion; once Laertes has squared away the towel, he comes to crowd in on Sagramore's side. "Her teeth are so small," he says, hushed and wondering. "So sharp!"

[sagramore]

"Aye, she'll chew on everything soon, if not already. Thou'lt want to keep thy boots out of her reach."

[timebethine]

"We'll need something she can chew, then. As thou say'st--to redirect her." Laertes moves on ahead to get the door for Sagramore, holding it open so that he doesn't have to free a single finger from Szarka's tiny body.

[sagramore]

Sagramore carries her out, nestled close; once they're outside he sets her down on the cold grass, where she sits, looking up at him expectantly.

"She can't really control her bowels at her age, and she has no training whatsoever yet, so this is really just optimism," he tells Laertes. "We'll see whether anything actually happens."

[timebethine]

"I had wondered at our plan for that--just take her outside, and take her back in when she's finished? So that she knows that finishing will bring her back into the warmth of the house?"

[sagramore]

"Ah, no, it's more take her outside every hour or so while she's awake and if she goes we make much of her, until she learns she wants to wait so she can be praised. I'll get the kitchen to make some kind of special treat for her for training. In the meantime-- we might lay down paper or towels or something on the floor, she won't be able to help making something of a mess."

[timebethine]

And Laertes thinks, in a private part of him, that maybe it will do Sagramore good to have a small creature depending on him who can't help making something of a mess. Maybe it will help him to forgive himself all the times he loses control of his own body, and to see the act of cleaning up after him as one of love and care. "I'll make sure of it," is all he says, and leans down to flutter his scarf enticingly again.

[sagramore]

Szarka growls and grabs the end of his scarf in her small jaws, shaking her head and pulling. Sagramore watches her tenderly. "Ferocious beast," he says, his voice soft.

[timebethine]

"A terror," he agrees, and unwinds the scarf further to let her keep pulling. "We'll sleep safely, with her to guard our dreams."

[sagramore]

"Safely, if not soundly. Christ, look at her--" His heart is overwhelmed with joy and love again, and he pulls Laertes into an embrace.

[timebethine]

"Our little girl," says Laertes, laughing and leaning into him. "Our Szarike."

[sagramore]

"I've taught thee the letters and sounds -- canst thou spell it?"

[timebethine]

"Ay, I can, but I'll check with thee before I etch it on metal." Szarka gives a tiny, forceful growl--then loses her grip on the scarf and plops back onto the ground with a yip of confusion.

[sagramore]

Sagramore grins and clicks his tongue. "What's this? What hast thou done? --I'm going to walk her up to the stable and back, tire her out a bit. If thou'rt cold thou canst stay, I swear I'll be back in time to help thee with supper."