One of the excellent roles children can play in fiction is truth teller. Too young to consider consequences or balance risks, they blurt out whatever they find interesting, and then we have the fun of writing our characters reaction. So in this week’s WIP Wednesday, I’m looking for excerpts that involve a child telling the truth when one or more listeners would prefer them to remain silent.
My excerpt is from Unkept Promises.
The captain had arrived home in the early hours of the morning. Mia had to admit he had been considerately quiet, and she would not have heard him if she’d not been lying awake. Once she was up, she ordered the servants to be quiet about their work. Let the man sleep in on the first full day of his leave. If nothing else, an hour or two’s extra sleep might grease the path of the conversation she and Jules needed to have.
She was reserving judgement about their future: unwilling to risk a dream, afraid of wasting the opportunity. Perhaps he had good reasons for all the actions that offended her, as with going out to dinner on the first night he and she were in the same country in seven years.
Last night, Adarinta was muttering bitterly about her father’s defection and Mia was silently agreeing with her, though trying not to let a hint of her opinion show, when Perdana stopped his sister’s compaints. “The captain did not wish to leave us, Ada, but he is an officer in His Majesty’s Navy, and when the admiral orders him to come to dinner, it is his duty to obey. You are an officer’s daughter. It is your duty not to complain.”
Mia avoided letting her wince show, too, she hoped. Or perhaps not, for Adarinta appealed to her. “But it is unfair, is it not Ibu Mia? I wanted Papa to stay with us.”
“The Royal Navy protects the seas for the King,” Mia replied. “That is what your father does, and your Uncle Rick, and the admiral too. Imagine if the ships could not sail because a captain wanted to stay with his little girls, and Napoleon sailed past in his ship with all his soldiers!”
“That would be bad,” Perdana agreed. “Our ships are the oak wall that protects Britain and all of its lands, at home and abroad.”
“Yes,” Mia agreed. “And the mothers, wives, and children of our brave sailors must let them go, and smile, and never complain at their leaving.” She had learned that lesson in her father-in-law’s household. He and her brothers-in-law were all naval or army officers. Her sister-in-law was a naval widow; her husband having been killed in the North Sea in a battle against French ships. Men needed to go heart-whole to war, confident that their women would provide a safe and welcoming home to which they could return.
Perdana rewarded her sentiment with a smile. “Ibu Mia knows,” he told his sisters.