It was mid-morning and radiant streaks of light streamed through the storefront windows. The golden light spread throughout the room glinting and dancing off ornately polished carvings and sturdy timber furniture. All the items in this room were meticulously hand made by his father and uncle and were also all to be sold out to villages in the area. It was a slight shame every time Beck had to see them go.
Beck walked around the counter at the end of the room and passed through the door into the workshop. Woodchips dusted the ground, and several piles of off cuts could be seen strewn about. In the center of the room stood the craftsmen’s latest project and only now did Beck understand why Evie was so excited to tell him to come down.
“Well Beck, what do you think?” Beck's father asked with a gleam in his eye. Beck looked the masterpiece up and down again, very ornate with velvet cushions, a shining lacquered polish on top of the finest wood in the forest, many intricate details and engravements. All Beck could muster was a “wow” of awestruck approval. Beck had never seen something as fancy as this in his life. beck finally found his words “This is amazing, it must've cost a fortune” he continued to walk around the piece. Standing at a near three meters in height the chair was by far the greatest thing any citizen of Crafton had ever been privileged to make, it looked like it was fit for a king. Beck's father interjected his sons awe struck wonder,” You know son the best thing about it is that it barely cost me a cent, it was a commission...”
“a commission? who in the world could afford such a thing? "Beck wondered out loud “tried to keep it a secret but... the king himself commissioned this and I will be driving up to deliver it to him myself in a few days.
Beck's jaw dropped. The king was a highly revered man, very successful and very wise and had led Everwood to its most prosperous years in decades. The very idea that the king would order something from Beck's family, especially something of such high importance as a throne, was one of complete impossibility.
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Beck took a step back from the throne and set down his measly tinkering project which now seemed so insignificant in the grand scheme of crafting.
“I can't believe it either, why for some reason the high king himself would want my lousy brother and I to make his lordship something so important and necessary” Beck's uncle Bevin said when he saw the look forming on becks face.
“An escort should be arriving sometime this week to take us through the bowman's wood” Beck's father proudly announced still with some disbelief. This was the happiest Beck had seen his father in a long time, maybe even the happiest Beck had ever seen him in his life. His deep-set brown eyes seemed to sparkle with a combination of joy and pride. He continued “I've decided me, and your mother are both going to Might Oak, which leaves you Beck and your uncle to take over the shop for a while. “Thats right Beck me and you get to run the show down here for a while”, said Bevin. At that moment Beck remembered his contraption. “Uh well I was practicing my tinkering upstairs and I managed to make this” He presented the ladybug to his father, who took it and set it down to take a better look. Beck inserted the crank and wound it up, the bugs legs started to scuttle as it shuffled along the table. “Wow isn't that just amazing” Beck's dad mused.
As if in cue the head of the bug popped off again. “I still need to work out some of the kinks” Beck said very embarrassed “ahh my boy it truly is a work of craftsmanship I love it, I'm happy to know that my workshop is in good hands” Beck's dad said proudly
“My hands aren't good enough for you anymore Jas, eh” Beck's uncle said accompanied by a vicious prod in the ribs, “never, your far too clumsy" Beck's dad retorted with equal light heartedness “Clumsy! Ha!” Bevin replied leaning a hand on the table “if anything you're the clumsy one, woah" at that very moment Uncle Bevins hand slipped of the table and his rotund form crashed to the ground. The room erupted with laughter as Beck's uncle picked himself up off the floor and dusted down his apron, “well I guess that resolves who's clumsiest” Bevin said a little crestfallen at his own folly.