“Gilan,” she said, “you’re looking well.” And apart from
those wrinkles, he was.
He smiled at her. “And you grow more beautiful every day,
Pauline,” he replied.
“What about me?” Halt said, with mock severity. “Do I grow
more handsome every day? More impressive, perhaps?”
Gilan eyed him critically, his head to one side. Then he
announced his verdict.
“Scruffier,” he said.
Halt raised his eyebrows. “’Scruffier’?” he demanded.
Gilan nodded. I’m not sure if you’re aware of recent
advances in technology, Halt,” he said. “But there a wonderful new invention
called scissors. People use them for
trimming beards and hair.”
“Why?”
Gilan appealed to Pauline. “Still using his saxe knife to do
his barbering, is he?”
Pauline nodded, slipping her hand inside her husband’s arm.
“Unless I can catch him at it,” she admitted. Halt regarded them both with a
withering look. They both refused to wither, so he abandoned the expression.
“You show a fine lack of respect for your former mentor,” he
told Gilan.
The younger man shrugged. “It goes with my exalted position
as your commander.”
“Not mine,” Halt said. “I’ve retired.”
“So I can expect little in the way of deference from you?”
Gilan grinned.
“No. I’ll show proper deference….the day you
train your horse to fly back around the castle’s turrets.”~ Excerpt from Ranger's Apprentice: The Royal Ranger by John Flanagan.
