"Shh…Maeve…it's going to be okay. He's not going to lay another finger on you, I promise."
"Really Sinbad?" asked Maeve in a quivering voice as she raised her head and looked deeply into his eyes.
"Have I ever broken my word to you?"
Maeve smiled and whipped her red eyes as she answered, "No, no you haven't. O Sinbad! I'm sorry! Your all wet!"
"It's okay Maeve…I don't mind, and besides I'll dry. All that matters now it that we put Harris…back in his place and tell the Prince."
"Tell the Prince what little brother?" asked Doubar from behind the couple.
"What! Doubar! How long have you been standing there?" asked Sinbad as he stood up, and saw Maeve quickly wipe her eyes again.
"We've been here long enough to know that Harris did something to Maeve, so what'd he do?" asked Doubar but at the end of his question his voice turned hard and cold.
"It's nothing really Doubar." Said Maeve trying to convince the gentle giant, but not succeeding.
"Maeve…nothing doesn't make you cry. It has to be something." Said Doubar as he placed a hand on her forearm.
"Harris…he…I…he…" she didn't finish. She turned around sharply and ran in the opposite direction, away from the guys.
"Sinbad? What did that no good man do to make my Little One cry?" asked Doubar as he and the others looked at the young man in front of them, who was watching the sorceress' retreating back.
Sinbad turned back to his friends and replied in a cold voice, "That no good son of a b*tch tried to bed Maeve."
"What?!" exclaimed Doubar and Firouz in anger. If Rongar could he would have yelled too, but the best he could do was look surprised and ball his fists. Dermott, for a hawk, looked extremely mad too.
"I said he tried to bed Maeve."
"Why I outta…" began Doubar as he balled up his right fist.
"Doubar…could you go to the Prince and tell him that Maeve will not participate in the play, while I go after Maeve?"
"Sure thing little brother." 'And if I see that no good *ss of a man I'll…'
"And Doubar…don't try anything on Harris…"
"But Sinbad! He…"
"NO…he's mine." Ended Sinbad as he turned and ran in the direction Maeve had previously took.
"And that's why Prince." Ended Firouz calmly, but all present could tell he was all but calm.
"So, your saying that my son tried to bed Maeve, and now she's not going to be in the play?" asked the Prince disbelievingly.
"Yes, you have a problem with that?" asked Doubar with warning in his voice.
"No…I'll talk to my son immediately." Promised the Prince.
"Now…if you excuse me…I have to call my son."
As they left the Prince's lounge, Doubar, Rongar, and Firouz had a feeling that they had been had. So as one they turned and rushed back to the Nomad and awaited for Sinbad and Maeve, so they could talk about it.
"O Sinbad…I…I can't go through with this." Sobbed Maeve once again on Sinbad's shirt.
"Maeve…shh…nobodies going to force you into fulfilling your promise to go through with the play."
"But I promised!"
"Your promise was broken the minute Harris tried to bed you!" exclaimed Sinbad with a angry and loving voice.
"You know…your right! But…I want to do the play, but I don't want to do the play!"
"Maeve…that's perfectly reasonable…you have worked hard at memorizing all the lines…you should get the chance to star in this play…but I won't allow you to if Harris is going to play Romeo."
Maeve glared at Sinbad then softened her gaze as an idea formed in her head… 'O get a grip Maeve he'd never go for it.'
"Maeve what are you thinking?"
"I…I was wondering…would you…could you…"
"Could I what?"
"Could you play Romeo?" she asked quickly as she hung her head so he wouldn't see her redding cheeks.
"I…" 'She wants me to play…Romeo…a love story with her…O YES!'
"Sure Maeve…I'll play Romeo if you'll be my Juliet."
"They're catching on to you Harris." Reprimanded the Prince as his son entered the room.
"It's only a matter of time now father."
As Sinbad and Maeve came up the dirt street, Dermott screeched to get their attention. They looked up, and since Maeve didn't have her gauntlet, Sinbad raised his left wrist up into the air and watched Dermott land on his rainbow bracelet.
Dermott flapped his wings and screeched twice.
Sinbad looked at Maeve she answered, "He says that Doubar and the others are waiting for us on the Nomad."
Sinbad raised his arms and gently pushed Dermott off so he could fly off, and said, "Well then, lets go."
Once on board the couple found their friends sitting around they table in the galley.
"What's up gang?" asked Sinbad as he and Maeve sat down with their friends.
"We have the feeling that the Prince and Harris have made a slip on us."
"What? Why would the Prince do something like that?" asked Sinbad confused.
"Because Sinbad when I explained to the Prince why Maeve wasn't going to be in the play, he didn't seem to surprised, like he knew something like this was going to happen." Answered Firouz.
"So that could mean anything." Argued Sinbad still not believing that the Prince would try to pull a quick one over his eye.
"True but…why would he not be worried that his only son tried to bed Maeve?"
"Maybe because Harris has tried to bed a lot of women before."
"I don't know Sinbad…I think that they are on to something." Added Doubar.
"So Harris…what do you plan to do to the sorceress?"
"Now father…I can't tell you that. What if she is spying on me? My plan would be ruined if I told."
As the group of friends made their way back to the Globe, Harris stopped them in front of the doors.
Sinbad instinctively put himself in front of Maeve to protect her. Doubar and Firouz placed their hands near their weapons.
"What do you want Harris?" asked Sinbad harshly.
"I wish to apologize to Maeve for what I did, it was uncalled for and disrespectful of me…I am very sorry." He said with a practiced tongue as he bowed in courtesy.
"Harris I don't care if you apologize to me a million times! I'm not going to play in this play as long as your going to be Romeo."
"But nobody else knows Romeo's lines."
"Not true, Sinbad does."
"Oh really? And how would he know them?"
"He helped me rehearse my lines."
Harris nodded his head and said, "Well then…you two had better get ready. The play begins at two."
A Tale to Tell What is Told - Part 6
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