Despite his familiarity with this special ceremonial duty, Terrant Haythopp, the Royal Hatter of the White Queen, never gets easier to watch the battle of the Queen's Warrior in a duel. Every bloody time, a terrible, terrible pain in the heart that he could never defeat, overtakes him ... even if he runs away from one of the ever-blooming cherry trees surrounding the battlefield. Under the branches of a tree, in the assembled crowd ... it doesn't matter. Every bloody, miserable, painful time, Terrant Haytopp must fight his panic and nausea: “You must not touch it, you are a vile excuse for a man!”
It is clear that in the moments leading up to one of these fights, Terrant Haytopp is often asked about his health, and usually this is one of the curious, gossiping courtiers of the Queen. In these cases, Terrant confesses (with completely false embarrassment) to severe abdominal pain and acute intestinal upset. This is often more than enough for the source of unwanted attention to move away from him or her at a sufficient distance.
Of course, he knows that the Queen of War is a great fighter, an excellent duelist and formidable opponent. In the end, he fought her himself! He was even one of those who were lucky enough to teach her. He taught her everything he knew. And she surpassed him with great satisfaction. Usually these assurances were more than enough to discourage his constant heartache from pursuing him, like some Cheshire cat behind his top hat. However, it is hard to get a good reassurance when the Queen's Warrior Warrior also turns out to be a girl who holds Terrant Haytopp's heart in her calloused, scarred, pale, perfectly delightful hands.
- Challenger! Queen's Warrior! Choose your weapon!
Terrant ignores Nivens. In fact, he considers it necessary to completely ignore Nivens. He was not interested in the election speech, and he was never interested.
He watches Alice draw her sword, still too short to be called a real sword. If only she were just a little taller, a weapon of the proper size would fit her. But, as the Queen told him again and again, it’s a hoax to sprinkle a crumb or two Rastibulki in Alice’s morning meal ... and, moreover, it is possible that Alice will notice the changes and, consequently, his deception ... well-intentioned, although this is certainly will be…
Alice throws aside the empty sheath of the sword. They land at McTwisp's feet, and the rabbit twitches in surprise. After all the times that Alice threw off her scabbard, so the white rabbit had to get used to it!
However, Terrant casts this thought aside and stares at her blood-bound lover as she takes her first step toward her adversary. Terrant does not pay any attention to the applicant. They are all the same, except when they do not know anything about duels, and because of their stupid inexperience, she risks her life! Or when their penchant for pride or cruelty turns them into the most disgusting kind of cowardly deception imaginable! He stood and looked helplessly! - how she faces all kinds of applicants.
Glancing briefly at the Queen, Terrant decides: “I will have to speak with Her Majesty about the choice of a husband and end this once and for all!
If a woman insists on constantly looking for a groom and is worried about it, he will not be responsible for his actions! In his thoughts dance visions of a hat in the form of pea soup and violently pink hats. Poorly colored and terribly stylized hats may not be a big revenge, but like a hatter, his possibilities are insignificant ... limited
The first collision of the metal returns his attention to who should be the recipient of this. He watches the Good Warrior - his Alice! - bypassing the blow and, by the wide side of his weapon, teasing his opponent. Terrant grinds his teeth. He never ceases to be upset that she allows these pompous applicants so many chances to hit her! : “Should she play with them? Which Queen will ask her protector to do it again and again ...! ”
Hit!
Terrant shudders and blinks. Instantly, his rage dissipates, and anxiety and horror take its place. (A bit cramped, but they all somehow fit ...)
He watches as Alice dodges a particularly vicious and well-aimed blow and rolls under the arm of the enemy.
“No, you are a thoughtless girl! Hold your legs! ”
She can't hear him. She never does. Which is just as good ...
“Alice is working now. Protects the Queen. Do not interfere ...