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by Solunar on Thu Apr 23, 2009 7:53 am
Irdine stared at the dagger lying on her pillow. She frowned, recognising the steel handle of the dread gryphon as belonging to the Tarr. What was it doing here? She had seen that hilt sticking out of the wounds of too many of their soldiers. Her hand trembling slightly she picked up the parchment lying next to it. Her frown deepened as she read the words written on it. She turned her gaze back to the dagger, and then reread the message, trying to find out the true intentions of Tarr. She had to speak to her ill Advisor.
Unwilling to touch the wicked blade, and yet unwilling to leave it alone in her room, she made one of her personal attendants carry the pillow with the dagger on top. Then, she proceeded to Advisor Hemor's room. Another attendant had run ahead, announcing her arrival. Swiftly, she entered the room. Hemor was getting up from his desk as she stepped into his room.
"Please be seated, Advisor. I do not wish to aggravate your condition."
Hemor noticed the stern face of the Banphrionsa and quickly sat back down.
"I found this-" she signalled to the attendant who brought the pillow and blade forward, "-upon arrival in my room tonight. This parchment came along with it," she said, lightly tossing the parchment towards Hemor. She took a seat opposite him while he read it. His face turned even paler.
"Banphrionsa, this is an outrage! To place such a deadly dagger in your personal room is an outright threat against you. Spies must be within our castle for him to know of your personal quarters," Hemor said, some color returning to his cheeks with the outburst.
Irdine nodded and turned to an attendant, "Summon Seneschal Vorerr." The attendant hurriedly left the room. “What I do not understand, Advisor, are the first words he has written. Why would he feel snubbed? We did send him an invitation," she said, frowning down at the parchment.
"Banphrionsa, it is the will of our ancestors. Perhaps the hawk we sent was unable to arrive at his destination, whether by force of nature or one of his own troops shooting the bird down." Irdine shot a look at the Advisor, staring at him straight.
"Perhaps, Hemor, perhaps," she nodded slowly, before turning her gaze towards the parchment again. "No matter. I shall send him a second invitation."
"Banphrionsa, I urge you, please reconsider. The elf has already sent this dagger as a reply to what he thinks of you, that you should be dead!" There was silence as Irdine looked at Hemor.
"Announcing Seneschal Vorerr," an attendant called, interrupting her thought. The Seneschal stepped into the room, looking immaculate despite the late hour.
"Your humble servant answers the Banphrionsa's call," he said, bowing slightly before entering the room. An attendant shut the door.
"Seneschal, I am sorry to call upon you at this late hour, but this was delivered to my rooms," Irdine said, nodding at the pillow, blade and parchment sitting on Hemor's desk. The Seneschal approached the desk, his eyes widening at the blade. Quickly, he snatched up the parchment and read it.
"Guard! Deliver this to Commander Ashond at once; tell him it was found in the Banphrionsa's room along with a Tarr dagger. And please run!" He shouted, watching as the guard raced out of the room, before turning back to Irdine, "Your humble servant apologises for yelling in the presence of the Banphrionsa and for our lack of vigilance in allowing this travesty to occur. Your humble servant shall arrange new quarters for you and double the number of your personal knights, Banphrionsa."
"Seneschal, how would you advise I reply to this missive?" The Seneschal paused a while before replying.
"Your humble servant would advise a reply stating that the Banphrionsa is young in years compared to the honourable Lord Tarr, and that travelling so many days for a one-hundredth birthday celebration is more trouble than it is worth. Such a journey for a busy elf like Lord Tarr would only inconvenience him."
"Very well, Seneschal, I shall take your advice into consideration. There is no need to change my quarters, I am quite happy with it. Was it not the Ard Ri who chose the colour scheme for me? Besides, unless we find out who has been leaking out information on my quarters, a change of rooms would not remedy the situation."
"Your humble servant agrees, and will leave the Banphrionsa's quarters as it is. Your humble servant now asks for his leave in order to report this to the Ard Ri, Banphrionsa."
"Seneschal, I would appreciate it if you do not report this matter to my brother." The Seneschal gave a start.
"Your humble servant believes it is in the Banphrionsa's best interest to report this travesty."
"And allow a full blown war to start? No, Seneschal, I will not allow that to happen." Irdine stood up, drawing herself to her full height.
"Seneschal, do you swear allegiance to the royal family, to the one and only Ard Ri? To our ancestors, the Daoine Sidhe, who came from the great eastern waters and inhabited this land? Seneschal, do you swear eternal loyalty?" She said, staring down squarely at him, repeating part of the vow a Seneschal had to take.
"I do, Banphrionsa."
"Then you shall keep this matter a secret from the Ard Ri to prevent continuing wars for the sake of our people."
"Your humble servant shall follow your will, Banphrionsa."
"Very well, you are dismissed, Seneschal. Thank you for your time."
"Your humble servant was happy to serve, Banphrionsa."
Irdine sat back down at the desk after the Seneschal departed. She looked at Hemor, letting out a sigh, before drafting a letter to Lord Tarr. The final product read:
"Lord Tarr, I offer my sincerest apologies. I am but a young and foolish elf, and did not dare hope an elf of your eminence would grace such a small event. I humbly accept your gift and am glad that the Tarr are as noble as I have been led to believe.
Banphrionsa Lasyth"
She made two copies, sealed them with wax and proceeded to the falconer to personally send off the messages. The rain had stopped. She stood there, watching as the two birds took flight into the overcast night.
From a side drawer, Hemor withdrew the parchment he was writing on before the Banphrionsa entered the room. He added another paragraph to it, before sealing it with wax to be delivered to the Ard Ri the next day.
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