Tianwen·Magweth Pengolodh

Other clothes can be worn.But it's best to keep pretending I'm a tourist from Armenelos. "

Pengolod was right.He had a few good suits in his luggage, meant to get him off to a good start in Tor Eresia.In addition to the gray and pale green civilian clothes he wore every day, he had a white robe, and a costume from Gil-Garrard--not a personal gift, but a reward for those who had served for a long time.It's made of rich silk in Gil-Garrard's heraldic colors of sky blue and light silver grey.Alfwine and Tom agreed that the suit was bright enough, and Pengolod bowed and said they were being uncharacteristically kind, considering what they themselves were wearing.

Alfwine still dressed as a staid businessman, his best suit in bright blue and gold.It was blue or black from the waist down, so that people would not notice his limp, and the torso of the jacket was also blue, so that his black cane would not stand out too much.This was only explained by Pengolod's admiration for his dramatic gold sleeves and those blue and orange laces on them.Ah Tang's good clothes were chosen by someone whose competitiveness overshadowed his taste.The color of the jacket is extremely green, with purple brocade strips for piping, and there are many silver-gray buckles on the belt and shoelaces.This suit was worn by Ah Tang, a slender half-sized man, the sleeves were too short, and the color conflicted with his red face, but Ah Tang said that he was quite satisfied, because he now knew that green was the color of elves.

The banquet is held at the place where the ship is built, that is, the shipyard.It was the first time Pengolod had traveled so far with Alfwine.He deliberately slowed down the pace of his two long legs.He had already learned that most of the people in Kingstown worked in the shipyard; and judging from the flow of people in the streets and alleys, almost all of them were invited to the banquet.Along the way, many people greeted Alfwine.Tom, who was still young and lacking in consideration, often ran to the front by himself, and then came back to find Alfwine. As a result, they almost got separated in the growing crowd once or twice.Sensitively aware of the gazes cast towards them, Pengolod pulled up his hood.

In this way, they arrived at the center of the banquet - the big shipyard by the water.They managed to get about two-thirds of the way into a vast hall made of timber, when they were packed to the brim.The great ship's hall ran down to the water's edge, and the door was wide open, and they could see the stern of the new ship, which even when it was moored stood taller than many houses in Kingstown.A great crowd had already arrived, and all the way from the pier beside the boat to where they were was packed, and more were gathering behind them.The colorfully dressed crowd, which smelt of oil of cinnamon and cloves, used to mask the stink of summer sweat, was at odds with the sweet-smelling resinous smell of the garlands that adorned the hall—made from sticks Evergreen branches and clusters of flowering reeds with long spikes.Ah Tang climbed onto a bench, and the other children who were too young to care about face followed his example.

The wait was long, during which Pengolod figured out a few things that he had been too shy to ask.Although Alfwine's legs and feet were not flexible, he was different from walking when he was standing, and he hardly showed signs of pain.A family of respectable townspeople who specialize in illustrated books had a pleasant conversation with Alfwine.The few stevedores in the crowd who moved next to them spoke in a very vulgar accent compared to the slurred and pretentious speech of the citizens of that family, far less educated than Alfwiner.From the pretentious speech of the citizen, Pengolod recognized the origin of the terrible accent that the officials of Romenna spoke in Elvish.This so-called correct practice, which is purely imaginary, takes the voiced s from Sindarin and imposes it on Adunak.Strange, Pengolod thought, for any elves who had learned Adunak would go out of their way to pronounce that strong z sound, just as they did in another Elvish language, Quenya.

Finally, the celebration of the inauguration of the new ship began.Those in the hall could hear the ceremony, but not see it.Outside came a long brass trumpet, and the blowing of a conch.A cheer echoed from the pier back into the hall.Ah Tang said: "The crown prince has arrived! He came by water in another boat from outside." He cheered along with the crowd, calling the crown prince's name: "Kiryatan! Kiryatan!" Until shout hoarse voice.

Huge drums broke through the noise, and the crowd gradually quieted down.The drums continued to beat until the heavy thud and the fluttering of flags in the wind drowned out all the noise.

Then a hollow and sonorous voice amplified by the trumpet rang out, "Númenor! Romena! Listen! Listen to me, Ulmo, Lord of the Seas, and Uni, Lady of the Seas. I am Cirjatan, son of Tar-Minastir, Captain of the Land of Gifts. Here we bless the ship before us, which took a year to build. In my hand is gold, the gift of the earth; Ulmo, I throw it into your waters, and take no ships and mortal life, and life from this land." There was a silence. "I have silver and crystal in my hand, as beautiful as the spray of the most beautiful waves. I throw it into your sea, Mrs. Ouni, to show how much we respect your beauty and your love for us." There was another silence. "Please allow this ship to sail on your seas, with honor and dignity, and full of wealth-especially wealth!" Ciryatan laughed first, sparking a burst of laughter, "Her name is— —Xieyang.”

A smaller voice shouted: "It's settled! The boat we built is 'Xieyang'."

Kiryatan's voice boomed again: "The sun-carrying ship will make its maiden voyage after Ruletalie, but now we're going to ask Ms. Laurinque to place the first Oyo Laerian on the ship of the sun-carrying ship. head." Few could see the woman who fastened the evergreen branch to the bow; the lady seemed to perform the task without making a sound.After that, there was a faint cheer from where the boat was moored, which quickly spread to the entire audience and became a huge sound.The chaotic horns sounded loudly, and the big drum let the noise last for a while, and then sounded again to calm down the chaos.

Although there were still a few people stomping and whistling, Cirjatan concluded: "Yes, the Sun Carrier will be the first ship to make a new class of contribution to our fleet. Other ships have carried The explorers brought us back knowledge of the world and carried our warriors to battle, but the Suncarrier is different. Her holds will be filled with the treasures of Middle-earth, more gold, more silver, More than we have left behind. In recent years we Númenóreans have returned to Middle-earth - and there we have triumphed. I have seen with my own eyes that we are now the mightiest people in the world! It will bring us what we deserve." As soon as he finished speaking, there were a lot of excited whispers.

"Below, the banquet begins!" The cheerful noise returned, and the crowd poured back into the hall from the side of the ship.Soon, the hall was filled with more people, but the hall became more spacious as people dispersed into small groups and settled comfortably.Pengolod had been following Alfwine closely, and he was at home among small businessmen with some knowledge or wealth.The mass of carpenters and other manual laborers, many of whom were gradually moving to the back of the hall.

As the crowd relocated, Pengolod blinked in surprise at some of the passersby.He recognized someone's blue eyes and honey-colored skin—she wasn't holding the big basket, so her steps were light. "Alfwine, I think that must be Rosenzil?" She didn't wear a blue turban, and her long black hair was loose and curled loosely behind her back.

Alfwine turned around: "Isn't it?" He pulled his beard, "It seems that she is with friends." She didn't see her customers, she was paying attention to the tall and burly man beside her. Man, follow him to the back of the hall.

The mistress of the townsman that Alfwine talked to just now has spontaneously become a consultant for Pengolod.“They put the alcoholic drinks in the back first. Then, once the table is set, the food will be served,” she said, as servants were setting up tables, trestles and more benches.She sniffled. "How vulgar. This kind of banquet is really for the common people. But of course, we have to put on a face, and we have to support the Crown Prince - that alone is worth coming. The senior crew on board Will be there, and of course you'll meet decent people in the business. We should be able to sit down right away."

Another horn blew, this time indoors, out of tune to the point of harshness.A voice came from the center of the hall, overshadowing the sound of setting the tables, calling everyone's attention: "Ladies and gentlemen, girls and boys, housewives and husbands, bitches and cuckolds!"

This last set of titles elicited a burst of laughter.The fussy woman snorted. "It's more vulgar." But she turned to look anyway. "It's clowns, burlesque. You see, they don't dare to attract Lord Ossey's attention with gifts. He rules the storm, and he has a violent temper. He So fickle, it's hard to say whether any formal move will offend him or please him