‘On the count of three?’
‘Okay.  Ready?’
‘Yes.’
‘Three!’
Nathaniel sent her toward the ceiling.  Mrs. Aubrey happily held the stick high to accommodate the two though surprised to see her 31st Minister briefly suspended in air near the ceiling.  Her concentration point on, raining the ropes from their position.  She took to a pose of sitting with her knees level to her eyes; her arms extended outward.  No one blinked until she landed safely in Nathaniel’s arms.
‘Good catch.’
Mrs. Aubrey’s head gently shook from side to side while replacing the timber back to the kitchen’s cubbard.  The two kicked off their footwear.  The 31st Minister grabbed Prince Nathaniel’s hand in a like pull me along fashion.
'The weather.  Rain will surely pour soon.'
'Yes.  I must cease the day at once.  Before it's too late!'
Through a series of stairs the two stepped off.  Sunlight briefly toned the well before the door shut tight.  Varied heights did iron posts and sometimes in surrounding shrubbery and briar shaped the passage to the rear castle grounds.  As fast as they could, they took turns being in the lead by tugging on one other.  Their steps changed pitches with the landscape underneath their feet.  Soft when grass grew; a bit low on flat stone.  Digging deep went their feet in the loose pebbles; a rearrangement of their position on the topsoil.  Laughter and clowning remarks went back and forth in sync with their expressive breathing.  A few steps behind, she watched the prince’s sword slice at a rose, sending it spinning to the green grass path.  He called her name to receive attention after she passed him by.  She saw that he had stopped to give a gift.  The venture back she gave a jog in her step.  Though during her placement of the flower, a farewell wish ensured she would follow behind in the end.
Crossing under the arch, thick, soft grass gave landscape to a small main street meets a park atmosphere.  A brick by brick built building looked like a cross between a saloon and a clothing outlet took the first view.  It’s awning covered porch bent around a corner.  Bench seating hugged the outside wall next to the entrance door, with a large glass pained window draped from the inside by a dark, tasseled fabric.  A handrail hammered into place off to one side to a couple of long in length steps for balance though a leisure stroll coming or going seemed optional.  A stone toss at two o’clock from the front side, a painted white pavilion made from turn carved wood structured to enclosed itself by eight sides.  The dome extended as high as the tree tops nearby.  A split-rail fence zig-zagged around the area with a gate directly across from the perennial vines arched entrance.