The Journey Forward - The Spider and the Fly

[hotarokaori]

The Lady Kaori and Lord William


Adam had returned from Aberdeen, slightly wounded, and aggravated that his father, Lord Maubrey had arrived while he was gone… He did not trust his Father and knew the man would in fact arrive in his absence. Thus the standard protocol for Lord Maubrey was a tight rein, escorted and given a generic royal visitor tour of Turas Lan.

Though Adam was physically able to allow audience’s, he preferred to keep them to important Skye matters. Especially, he had forbade any audiences with Lord Maubrey… the time was not right… yet !!


William paced the room… furious he had been denied every request for an audience with the Duke… “This boy gets my every nerve… Does he fear me?” he spoke in a harsh bass toned voice. The aide nodded his head… “Aye M’Lord… he does, or he would have sought an audience with his lordship immediately upon yer return…” William simply huffed and crossed his arms as he looked out the window to Turas Lan’s horizons… “Shall I attempt another request?” the aide meekly asked. “Nay… forget it Reginald… We shall see how long he is to keep us waiting… let’s see how well he reacts to an army at his gates…”


With Eamonn in the Infirmary, near death, Adam knew that William would eventually become board and tend his desires toward seeking audiences with him and Bess. Then to his dismay, Adam learned of William’s impromptu discussion with Bess, and learning she was the child from his past... Too close for comfort, Adam thought… To agitate the man further, Adam denied every request. Too bad for Kaori, as she walked in the chambers at the wrong time… Further instructions, would send this oddity amongst the Scots, to seek out Lord William Maubrey and keep his attention away from the Griffin Castle… away from Adam and Bess.


There was nothing awkward or self-conscious in the appearance of the geisha standing in the entrance hall of Blue Castle. Despite the attention such an oddity called to herself, she stood straight and taller than her height of five feet should have allowed. Eye contact was a difficult commodity to come by, but if those almond shaped eyes happened to find another pair, she would incline her head to them and look away. She barely moved, hardly fidgeted or cleared her throat. She was very comfortable where she was, and obviously patience was a virtue she possessed.


The servant knocked on the door of his quarters within Blue Castle… in the next few moments, he would learn the Gryphon Courts, High Scholar requested his presence… For what? he pondered… “Maybe another political tour by Aberdeen no doubt."... He muttered to himself in the mirror as he adjusted the blue-black uniform…

Into the foyer, he strode… a tall handsome man of fifty and two, dressed in a blue-black uniform of the Maubrey… the ornate sword swung leisurely at his hip; Before him, he saw a strange beauty in odd clothes… With a cant of his head, and no knowledge of the Orient… he bowed slightly and then looked at the woman… strangely exotic !! he thought… “Good day M’Lady… I am William o’ Maubrey… How can I be of service…”


At long last His Lordship arrived and Kaori was not disappointed. She hadn’t come with any expectations as far as appearance, but he had the very air she had expected. He was respected and imposing. He was older, but dashing in his own rig ht. He would be the first person she would be willing to hold eye-contact with, and with that, he was also given a warm smile. She moved in his direction, but geisha did not walk: they glided. At last, eye-contact was broken as she did not curtsey but bowed, her hands folded within the flowing sleeves of her kimono at all times. When she spoke her voice and tone were soft and gentle, but carried. “Your Lordship, I hope I have not interrupted you. I am Kaori Hotaro and I have been sent to ensure all of your needs are being met in your time here. That is, of course, if that is acceptable to you.”


This woman is a strange sort… he thought… so odd to find someone such as this on a Scot court… but this Adam Aberdeen was no run-o-the-mill person now was he… He would have to put down this cur before he littered all of Scotland and England with his odd in festations…


After saying her piece, her head canted to the side slightly, her brows lifted as she awaited a reply. She was there to serve, and when Kaori Hotaro did a job, she did it well.


“Interrupted me? M’Lady Hotaro… I doubt that you could interrupt me…” he said with a charming smile, the silver grey beard curling in certain sots. “My needs?” he smirked… his first thoughts were a bit adulterous, and then he thought of Adam… that scoundrel now sends his court members to spend my time“It is completely acceptable to me…”… he extends his elbow to her… “I was just on my way to the dining room… would you join me? The cook has prepared some duck and vegetables for the evening meal…”


Were they both playing games, perhaps? It was a bit of dance between he and she, both of them being careful, letting their mouths say one thing while the wheels in their heads spun far more interesting thoughts. Kaori, was of course, pleased for the invitation, but she had her reservations. Just because he invited her to dine with him didn’t necessarily mean he was pleased to have her there. He would be expected to act gracious, but the Kami only knew what was going on in that handsome head. The smile on her face, no matter what reservations the young woman had, was very sincere, and she took the arm offered with a gentle hand. “I would be pleased to join you if it is no imposition, of course.” She would let him lead her to their destination as she added. “And over dinner perhaps we can discuss your time among us. Whatever it is you lack in either essentials or entertainment I am in charge of procuring for you.” No, the scholar mightn’t have been able to pull this off, but the geisha was in her element.


William was good at reading people… though this female had deep brown eyes that hid no truth, nor lies… they were alluring and seductive… Oh yes, he would have to be careful around this Scholar… This Adam Aberdeen was a lad, whom he often called BOY, but he was smart… and he sends this oddity amongst Scots to veer the Englishman from his course… “No imposition m’Lady…” his hand calloused by sword use patted soft skin… “I’d rather prefer it to dining alone, since the Duke has no time for Emmissaries…” he added his own jab…

Escorting her to a chair, he pulls it out and allows her to sit, then he assists in setting her to the table. Sitting next to her, he sits… “And is it MY time, or OUR time?” he said softly with an added smile of most charming nature. Then he chuckles at her comment… “Truthfully, I lack neither essentials nor entertainment… though my wife seems to be enjoying Struan with Lord Robertson… but a lass such as you can fill the void…” yet another smile of the utmost charm.

Interrupted by servants, plates were set before them as food appeared in the middle… others of the castle had gathered and dined, yet William and Kaori were left alone to their end… Often conversations were paid no heed by others than intended people, and the din of various conversations began to fill the large room.

Into the meal, William would pour wine for her and be the most graceful host… soon the pair of oddities would discuss small unimportant subjects about the city, its gardens in winter, and the amount of workers it took Lord Aberdeen to run the city…

Still William retained a wary mind’s eye, he enjoyed the meal with the Lady Kaori. Oh yes, it was a game… and both played it so well.


The jab Lord Maubery took did not go unnoticed to the Nihonnin. It rather amused her, in all honesty, and brought a smirk to her lips. She silently lifted her hand to hide the gesture, though it was an obvious one. Smirks were simply uncouth, so she would hide it until it could be corrected. Really, however, it would benefit her if Lord Maubrey were to see amusement due to an insult, no matter how gentle it may have been. She was there, after all, to attend him.

As they spoke, small talk seemed to be the perfect compliment to a perfectly cooked meal. And small talk was precisely what Kaori had expected. They were merely new acquaintances, after all. Undoubtedly he was feeling her out just as much as she was feeling him out. She rather admired him, actually. His smiles were easy and charming, his words unhesitant and unabashed. He knew how to speak just as well as she did, and they were both exercising the art without difficulty. He rather reminded her of someone, but she couldn’t figure out whom… Still, she knew what she was doing. Despite her size, she was able to put away two glasses of wine without it affecting her outwardly. Her words were even and spoken just as easily, her smiles just as sincere as they had started. She knew her limits, after all.

She was careful to listen, however, and she did receive confirmation that Lady Maubrey was keeping company with Lord Robertson. That was of particular interest. It didn’t seem to trouble Lord Maubrey in the slightest, and that left Kaori wondering if it should then trouble Lord Robertson. Well, he’d just have to take care of himself. Kaori had her own fish to fry. The problem was this particular dish was a very delicate operation and one not to rush. Kaori’s job did not involve Lord Robertson’s naiveté.

Once plates were cleared after their meal she smiled. “Thank you for allowing me the pleasure of dining with you. Perhaps tomorrow we can figure out what delights Turas Lan has to offer that you have not yet had the opportunity to sample. They are abundant, that much I can assure you. Hopefully since you are being kept waiting, we can find an adequate diversion from politics.” Since she was sent there expressly to see to His Lordship, her things were already waiting in a guest wing. The fly, it appeared, had stepped into the parlor of the spider. This fly, however, was not so unwitting.


William sat at the table, his arm over the rest of the chair as he looked upon this oddity amongst Scots… An old adage came to mind followed by a smile upon his face… "..That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot: Follow your spirit, and upon this charge Cry 'God for Edward, England, and Saint George!"

Standing, his hand extended, offering her to accompany him. “Come M’Lady… let us retire to the library… With a scholar such as you, you would find that the Blue Castle has many writings…” He smiles, looking around… “Now, if I remember correctly… it would be this way…” then he guides her toward the large room…

The room had been expanded since Adam took control of Skye… and the various efforts of all his scholars soon filled the library… writings about politics, , ships and nautical scripts, various writings on freedom, religion, and economy… Upon the table, William indicated a book he had been reading in his spare time… Llyfr Gwyn Rhydderch

Llyfr Gwyn Rhydderch … (White Book of Rhydderch) is a set of Welsh manuscripts; drawing on Celtic mythology, folktale motifs, and on early historical traditions. While some details may refer back to older traditions, each of these tales is the product of a highly developed Welsh narrative tradition, both oral and written.

Inviting her to sit down in one of the comfortable chairs, he took the large book and sat next to her. Propping his knee up, he looked at her… “I am reading The Mabinogi of Math now… Shall I read to you?”

The spider had spun its web. Would the fly enter its domain?


Kaori, despite appearances and stations, despite her positions and knowledge, had a tendency to simplify everything. There were many times she’d be reading some document of great import, or writings on history and science and wonder why men always wanted to say things that needed only four words in twelve. She was not simple-minded, she just preferred to use the simplest solution when possible. She was capable of deep thought, but philosophy positively baffled her. She was finding she and Lord Maubrey had different thought patterns, and there was no way she could possibly fathom what was going through his head. This revelation both troubled and intrigued her. She knew well that His Lordship was a spider. He was an absolutely fascinating spider, however.

She was a bit surprised that after dinner he did not let her escape to her quarters. She had really thought he would want to be rid of her quickly. He was overindulging her, however, and despite the fact it probably should have concerned her, it more amused her. Accompanying him to the library as he had proposed, a smile was on her lips. This particular library she had visited in the past, and though she did not know it well, she was familiar with it. She took a deep inhale through her nose as they entered the room. She loved the scent of aging parchment and leather bindings. Libraries were somewhat sacred to her.

Idle eyes strayed to the book he was enjoying and she took a seat. Despite her ease and confidence, she sat stiffly. Geisha rarely sat in typical chairs, more prone to tea houses and typical Nihon seating upon the floor. When she sat, it was toward the edge of the seat, perfectly upright and her shoulders back. Her posture was immaculate. Her hands folded in her lap as she regarded him, a smile appearing on his lips with his offer. “And to think, I had come with the intention of entertaining you.” She looked upon the title on the book before meeting eyes with him. “I would enjoy that very much, thank you.” She spoke truth. She would not say it aloud, but she liked how he spoke.

The fly entered the spider’s domain positively delighted to be there.


William sat contented, the book upon his lap, as he read to the beautiful Nihonnin… though he did not know much of the culture, he watched her carefully… and as rigid as she sat… so regimented… She appeared to be of some other world… still sea-green eyes, similar to someone she knew dearly, looked at her… the mystery behind these eyes would amuse, and mystify her.

The words, from the lands of Wales, resounded in the library as he read. He was an eloquent reader, intelligent and well-versed… Looking at her, he smiled and explained each stanza in case she did not understand… “Math's nephew Gilfaethwy had fallen in love with Goewin, Math's footholder. The magician Gwydion (Gilfaethwy's brother), devised a plan to make Goewin available. Gwydion told his uncle about an animal that was new to Wales, called pigs, and how he could get them from their owner, Pryderi of Dyfed. He took a band of men, including his brother, to Ceredigion, where they disguised themselves as bards to gain audience with King Pryderi.” Then he paused and looked at her again… “Are you sure you are not bored M’Lady?” His genteel, but course hand had found her arm… and his touch would be as if a lightning bolt had struck… This old silver haired gentleman was as charming as a man could possibly be, and appeared much different than the physical Lucifer people had made him out to be…

The web spun, the lure provided… would the fly test fate?


The Nihonnin, little oddity amongst Scots, was careful to listen to his story. Who was it he so reminded her of? As he read, there was a somewhat fond smile on her face. In another life, she might have liked this man very much. Whether his attention was for sinister purposes or his affection a deception, she really did rather like him. Even still, she never let down her guard. She may have been sentimental, but she was no fool.

As she listened to the story read from the book, her head was cokeed to the side slightly, trying to remember such unfamiliar names to her and make sure she remembered who each character was. She was not bored, in fact. She was interested to hear more, and in that case, was a bit surprised when he checked to see if she was bored. By all means, she was glad he was speaking! She wanted that to become easier and figured this would be good practice. The touch to her arm did jolt her, but she made sure not to outwardly express it. Though the fine hairs at the back of her neck stood, she never so much as twitched, her demeanor never fell. “I am not bored, Your Lordship.” Smiles such as hers were given freely to him and she asked, “Why would they go to fetch pigs?” Was there a purpose to him telling her this story? Was there something she should have been looking for? She was still listening for some sort of cracking to confirm the ice she was skating was thin.

Fate could consider itself tested.

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William would smile, and the sea-green eyes would twinkle with laughter as the bass voice chuckled… “I shall explain the best I can M’Lady…” then he continued… “Well, Gwydion was a skilled cyfarwydd… um, a storyteller, and regaled the court with his tales. Having charmed the king, he offered to trade the pigs for some horses and dogs, which he had conjured through magic. Pryderi agreed to the trade and Gwydion and his men took the pigs back home to Gwynedd, but his trickery was revealed and Pryderi waged war against Gwynedd. While Math went to battle, Gilfaethwy raped Goewin…” he glanced to the Nihonnin to see her reaction. “So see, he wanted to trade the pigs for the some horses and dogs…” then the charming man of fifty and two laughed… but his sea-green eyes sparled, the thought of the story of deceit and violence forming the smile into a smirk...

As he settled back into the chair… he offered her yet another smile, his eyes glancing down to the book… “The war ended when Gwydion killed Pryderi in single combat. Upon his return to his castle, King Math went to rest his feet in Goewin's lap, but could not, as she was no longer a virgin. He took her as his wife to save her honor, and then as punishment, banished his nephews, turning them into a breeding pair of deer for a year. He then turned them into wild boars for the next year and wolves the year after that. They had three children over the three years: Hyddwn, Hychddwn, and Bleiddwn.” He left a petal of a flower on the page and closed the book. “That’s enough for tonight… shall you return to the Griffin castle?” he paused… “I would be most honored to escort you, but Lord Aberdeen has restricted all dignitaries to the Blue Castle…”

The name he mentioned would spark the memory of the man with sea-green eyes she knew… Could this man be the Father of Lord Adam, as had been told by Beathag? The similarities were there… but the two men had opposite politics…

Not all dignitaries to Skye had been restricted, but as far as Lord Maubrey knew, this was so… Setting the book back upon the desk, he sat back down, this time, not upon the seat fully, but upon the edge… as to allow him to be closer to her. “I do hope you enjoyed this evening… I know I have…” he paused… “And I do hope...” he then reached for her hand… “That we shall see one another more M’Lady…”

"I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high.
Well you rest upon my little bed?" said the spider to the fly.
"There are pretty curtains drawn around; the sheets are fine and thin,
And if you like to rest a while, I'll snugly tuck you in!"
"Oh no, no," said the little fly, "for I've often heard it said,
They never, never wake again who sleep upon your bed!"

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The story, as it progressed, started to disturb Kaori a bit. It spoke of love, but if Gilfaethway loved Goewin, why would he rape her? Men, in Kaori's opinion, often mistook lust, desire and all manner of inconsequential, pathetic feelings for love. When one loved someone else, it was that person's happiness that mattered. Not one's own. As she listened she reminded herself that he was reading a story and not spinning a story. Lord Maubrey was the storyteller. But the look on his face... He seemed positively impressed by the treachery. Never once, throughout it, however, did the smile leave her face. Her smile only broadened at the end when King Math married Goewin and punished his nephews severely.

"I thank you, my lord," she said with the offer, but things had already been delivered to her own wing at Blue Castle. That was news she was interested for a reaction from. The hesitation, however, didn't come for suspense, however, or trying to figure out the proper way to arrange her words. Oh, no. It came when she looked into his green eyes and for a split second, saw Duke Adam Aberdeen staring back. Why had she not seen it yet before?! She felt daft for not having found the resemblance until that moment, and that was the only reason her revelation was left off her lips. She did, however, purposefully "forget" to inform him that dignitaries, in fact, were not at all restricted.

The hand seated upon her lap was covered by his, and in return she offered him a very warm smile. "I have enjoyed myself this evening, my lord. Very much so. I can safely say our acquaintance will be an extended one." She wet her lips before continuing, those almond-shaped eyes that revealed nothing watching him carefully as she spoke. "Things have been delivered to a guest wing for me. I have been assigned to see to your needs, you see. I can hardly do an adequate job much less a good job all the way from Griffin Castle." As if concerned he might get the wrong idea, she was quick to say, "It's a wing well separated from the one you're staying in, of course. I wouldn't dream of invading your privacy."

Her opposite hand moved to cover the hand atop hers, sandwiching it for just the briefest moment. The action was chaste, affectionate almost. "If you could see me safely to my hallway, however, I think I can retire in relative safety." How smiles given so freely could be so innocent was a bit of a mystery, but they were just that, sweet and sincere. There were no intentions, they were simply just expressions of inner-joy and current contentment.

And so the fly had set up shop right in the spider's web. She knew very well to avoid his bed. She much preferred to wake in the morning.

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Treachery… Betrayal… Dishonesty… “May the Country ever be vigilant and potent to swallowing up of any nation, at any time, by any means-by armies with banners, by force or by fraud, by tricks or by midnight treachery.” Yes, these seem to be Lord William’s credo… but ne’r spoken, only enacted…

“Twas my pleasure M’Lady… I am always pleased to pleasure a Lady…” William smirked… the meaning would be as she would surmise… “T’would be an honor and a delight for our acquaintance be a long one… I do hope I can show you the same courtesy when you visit my home.”

His eyes seem to sparkle when she mentioned her relocation to the Blue Castle… though she made a point to mention the far side of the castle… “M’Lady, you could never INTERFERE in my privacy…” with the inflection upon interfere… “…t’would be so grand should you decide to interfere…” he winked followed by a smirk…

Escort her to her hallway…? How could he not? With a smile… “M’Lady Kaori… I would fight an army for that honor…” he bowed his head slightly after saying those words… “Your safety would be my greatest concern…”

Rising from his chair, he extends a hand to the beautiful oddity amongst the Scots… “Come M’Lady, I shall escort you to your chambers…" With that, he escorted her from his room… and to the guard, he glanced, then back to the Lady… “Do we really need this escort? If so, then you need me not…” then he urged her to dismiss the guard and walk down the hallways…

Said the cunning spider to the fly: "Dear friend, what can I do
To prove the warm affection I've always felt for you?
I have within my pantry good store of all that's nice;
I'm sure you're very welcome - will you please to take a slice?"
"Oh no, no," said the little fly; "kind sir, that cannot be:
I've heard what's in your pantry, and I do not wish to see!"

The Lady Kaori Hotaro was not so innocent nor naïve. When speaking with His Lordship William Maubrey, she had been very careful to use very specific words. She asked him to escort her to her hall, not her chamber. She had mentioned her intentions of retiring. Either Lord Maubrey wasn’t one to take a hint, or he wasn’t one to be put off from a desired course for the sake of virtue and propriety. She knew almost instantly there would be a bit of a political debate on how the rest of the evening was to run its course. No one ever used the term “pleasure a lady” to describe the practice of reciting literary art. “When I visit his home?” she silently mused. “When is that to take place?” But of course it should! They were striking up a friendship, were they not?

She was watching him closely. What was it she saw in those charming green eyes when she had mentioned her placement within the castle? Mischievousness, no doubt. Then his words! So the game had become more obvious. Very well. She would work with whatever tools he gave her. She remained silent as he spoke his rogue’s words, heavy with flattery and innuendo. She was immune to both, fortunately, and not quite so easy to seduce. If the idea had been to seduce Lord Maubrey, there were women in the kingdom better suited to that sort of distraction. No, Kaori was to keep his interest. And no lady could keep a man’s interest by letting him bed her after their first introduction.

She let him help her from her seat and then walked out of the room him as her escort. Her almond-shaped eyes moved to the guard that meant to follow them, and then back to Lord Maubrey. She stared for a moment before smiling. She then looked at the guard once more and said, “I shall be safely seen to, thank you. You are dismissed.” She then started away with Lord Maubrey.

And so they were alone. She wanted to comment on previous remarks, but it would be best not to bring them up. The last thing she wanted was for him to think she was bringing them up with intentions of pursuing the topic. Instead she said, “I feel as if I’m doing a poor job. You are being very gracious and you are our guest.” Thinking carefully, watching her words, she said, “Perhaps on the morrow we can look into ways of entertaining you instead of the opposite. I was sent here for that specific purpose and I couldn’t possibly be kept here if I wasn’t doing my job.” All the while the voice in her head whispered, “Careful, Kaori! This is where the game gets tricky…”

"Sweet creature!" said the spider, "you're witty and you're wise;
How handsome are your gauzy wings; how brilliant are your eyes!
I have a little looking-glass upon my parlor shelf;
If you'd step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself."
"I thank you, gentle sir," she said, "for what you're pleased to say,
And, bidding you good morning now, I'll call another day."

His hand found her back at that comment… “M’Lady… fear not, for you are doing a fantastic job…” Her wit and beauty would compete with many he had known or employed… Her words carefully placed… chosen to further her own stance, yet defend against the assault upon senses…

The trip to her room was filled with the casual cat and mouse conversation, each one playing with words and innuendoes… he smiled when she indicated her room… his bass voice soft and deep… “I now know where you stay… and that is good… I wish it were closer, but I understand…” he bows slightly… “Now, I shall bid you a good evening…”

Then he began to walk away… but after several steps, before the door was heard to open… William turned around…
“M’Lady… you play a good game… and a woman of such cleverness as you could be everso valuable to me…” then he smirked, the silver beard quirked… “I do hope we can continue tomorrow…” then with a wicked smirk, he turned and walked off… his boots thudding against the stone floor… his stride would carry the tall man confidently down the corridors.

The spider turned him round about, and went into his den,
For well he knew the silly fly would soon come back again:
So he wove a subtle web in a little corner sly,
And set his table ready to dine upon the fly;
Then came out to his door again and merrily did sing:
"Come hither, hither, pretty fly, with pearl and silver wing;
Your robes are green and purple; there's a crest upon your head;
Your eyes are like diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead!"

She smiled at his gracious comment, her head inclining. He was finding plenty of reasons to touch her, too, and it was a good thing she wasn’t coy or an unaffectionate creature by nature. Otherwise he might have found her gasping or jumping at each contact and Kaori did no such thing. He was a flatterer this one, and while she knew better than to appreciate it at face value, the words were at least making her smiles genuine. Even still, she found herself wondering what the words were there for. Was he truly trying to fluff her ego for some reason, or was he perhaps being overly magnanimous in an attempt to cover something else? She was being tested, she was starting to believe. But tested for what?

Upon reaching her bedchamber, she was inwardly relieved. He made the good night easy, and she was grateful for that. “Konbanwa, Maubrey-san,” she replied, bowing to him respectfully. She remained outside her door watching him retreat, and was not surprised when he stopped to speak more. She was, however, surprised by his candor. The smile on her face never changed, though her eyes narrowed slightly.

Once he was out of sight, she quickly ducked into her room. When the door was closed behind her, she leaned against it. For just a few seconds she let all of her fear and anxiety in, her breasts rising and falling with rapid breaths. For that second she was simply Kaori. She had to allow it, lest the emotions consume her and strike at the worst possible time. Just as quickly as she broke character, however, the geisha was back. As she set to work changing out of her kimono before removing her makeup, she was deep in thought. “You are a Hotaro, Kaori. You are better than this. You are not pretending to be the geisha. You are the geisha. And you will be again tomorrow and however many days you are to remain. So pull yourself together, you have a job to do!”

Later, as she sat staring at her reflection and brushing through her long sheet of black hair, the makeup was gone but the geisha remained. They would certainly continue their game tomorrow. But now the stakes were raised, it seemed. A smirk of her own touched her lips. Moving to the bed, she licked her forefinger and thumb and pinched out the single candle lit.

William entered his room after smiling at the guard… Closing the door, he noticed that the room was now dark… and he made his way to light the candle… as he did, a soft voiced whisper came from the dark… “MiLord… do nay light the candle…” William, not easily startled, peered narrow-eyed into the darkness… “My apologies MiLord… I needed to see you…” William, recognizing the faint voice smiled. “Speak Alfred…”

Settled in the chair, Alfred began… “Lord Staham is dead… the satchel is in the hands of the Aberdeens… as well as the Brooch…” William stumbled over a chair’s arm and looked to where Alfred sat… “The Brooch and the deeds? Damn this Duke and his whore wife… I do not want to know how… damn!!!” But Alfred sighed… “But good news MiLord…The Navy is almost in position… they reached the third marker last night… the northern division is still four days march away… the southern is more than three days from position.” William sat on the bed near the window… and looked out it…

“What is my next orders MiLord?” the faint voice asked… William looked back into darkness of the room. "Heel the Aberdeens… if you see Eamonn alive… kill him… As for me… I think I will see just how loyal this slant-eyed whore is…!!”

Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little fly,
Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by;
With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer grew,
Thinking only of her brilliant eyes and green and purple hue,
Thinking only of her crested head. Poor, foolish thing!

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A soft sound escaped pink lips as consciousness started to creep in upon the gently slumbering Nihonnin. A small smile was on her lips, but before it could carry on too long, a soft gasp was inhaled and her eyes opened wide. She sat up and looked around a few moments, not recognizing the canopy overhead or the furnishings in her room. Slowly, recollection stole over her and she was able to lean back on her elbows and take a few deep breaths to try and slow her rapidly beating heart. After a few seconds she sniffed, a lop-sided grin appearing on her face as she chided herself. A goose in sheep’s clothing, she was.

Though it was early, she was awake. She took a few moments to scribble an entry in a leather-bound journal that had never been written in before. Though her English was immaculate, she wrote in her first language, using characters that looked impossible to western eyes. By the time she was done with her journal entry and had selected what to wear that day, the castle servantry was scurrying about the halls. Kaori, as a guest of the castle, was attended to. After a bath she was assisted with her kimono by a shy, skittish creature, but one that could follow simple commands. Her hair looked lovely and Kaori absolutely loved how her obi was tied. She made sure to get a name so she could be attended to by the same person each morning for the duration of her stay.

Once she was by herself she took a few seconds to add some small seashell ornaments to her hair but decided to leave the bold makeup off that day. Continuing with the vivid colors of the fall, she wore a kimono of burnt orange silk, offset with a red colored obi. Her lacquered geta leant a few more inches to the geisha who stood not five feet on her own. Once pleased with her appearance, she left the room to glide through the halls of Blue Castle.

It was not difficult to find out where Lord Maubrey’s was staying; it was well known by all who worked within the castle. Once reaching his door she easily lifted her hand to knock. She was eager to discover the day’s agenda and see if she could continue being an object for His Lordship’s amusement.

William rose before the sun… slipping from the blanket and stretches… then moving over to the window and opens it, allows the brisk cold air to whoosh in… the skin prickling, causing him to smile… As usual, the servant knocked on the door and was allowed entry… the small lass blushing as she sets the tray of tea, bread, and jam on the table… his thanks and she quickly departed. William looked in the mirror, then bent over the basin and washed the night’s sand from his eyes… Using the wooden comb, he station the grey mane that remained upon his head.

While setting aside his clothes for the day, a soft knock came upon the door… “Enter…” he said in a bold bass voice… Assuming it was the servant lass again, he turned and saw that it was the Lady Kaori… He did not flinch… he did not move the least iota… he just sported the wicked grin for which he was famous… t’was before her a tall man, of fifty and two… not the usual bulging waist and saggy muscles… but a very fit man for his age, with a broad muscular chest, arms, and legs… a taunt midline from which only the braies, tied tight, were the only clothes he wore… With a wicked overtone… “Good Morn, M’Lady…”

Kaori was granted entrance and into the room she stepped, her eyes kept low at first. When the door was closed and she looked up, she somehow suppressed her gasp though her eyes widened. There was no blush, just clear surprise. Apparently seeing Lord Maubrey so unclothed was a bit much for even the geisha’s sensibilities. In all truth, her surprise came more from years of being westernized. In Nihon, after her mother’s death, it had been Kaori’s responsibility to help her father dress, especially when dignitaries were coming to visit or if he was going off to war. There was nothing about this situation that embarrassed her, but that devil’s grin had her on guard.

Thinking quickly, instead of mumbling some apology or acting embarrassed, she instead gave him a look that was more exasperated than anything. “My timing is poor, I find.” She then tactfully turned away, spying a place she could have a seat while he dressed. She started to walk toward it, and now that the initial shock had worn off, a small smile finally touched her lips. “I have come to inquire about your day’s agenda. I understand you’re very busy and I don’t wish to be more of a bother. Of course, entertainment aside, if there’s anything I can assist with, you need only ask.”

Once seated, again, her posture was perfect. Her head, however, was turned to the side. She wasn’t there to watch him dress and while she didn’t find course to rush from the room, she figured she might as well get what she came for. Whatever he desired, if he meant to embarrass her or draw a reaction, he’d not get one. The intention when he bid her entrance may not have been there, but there were intentions in that devious smile he wore.

William saw the chocolate eyes widen but no flush of the face he had hoped to gain… it was mere accident that she came to the room so soon, but being of quick wit, he used this opportunity for gain. “Nay M’Lady… twas better timing than I expected… t is I whose timing is poor…” he said in a low voice as he approached her… Taking her hand, he leaned over and kissed the back of it… What a sight… the small beautiful lass, an oddity amongst Scots, dressed in odd clothes of her homeland, standing next to a taller, older, naked man clad only in short, loose, and revealing underwear…

The man’s lips caressed soft skin… his nose tickled by sweet smells, his sea-green eyes glance at her. Then rising after a slow, soft kiss to the back of the hand, he smiled… “Please be seated while I dress…” he glanced back at her… “There is food upon the tray if you’d like… Excuse me whilst I dress…”

Laboring with the clothing, the blue-black uniform snug upon the fit body… he strap on the ornate sword of the Maubrey lineage… Turning to her, he smiles… “Am I fit to be seen with such a beautiful woman…” then he approached her…

His hand extended to her upon the chair… “Shall we M’Lady? I have no agenda… save being with you… so I am at your beck and call…” Then his free hand raised to her and lifted her chin… “You are more radiant without all the extra makeup…” he smiled… then releasing her and opening th door… “After you… unless you prefer to remain here…” he provided a wicked smirk…[/color]

At last…up jumped the cunning spider, and fiercely held her fast;
He dragged her up his winding stair, into the dismal den –
Within his little parlor - but she ne'er came out again!

She had sensed his approach before he reached her, and though she was on guard, she let him take her hand and likewise allowed the “gentlemanly” kiss to it. Kaori had a feeling there was very little that was gentlemanly about him, despite all appearances. She was listening carefully as he dressed, her eyes casually looking over the décor in his room and avoiding him. She kept her hands off of his food, having broken her fast before her bath.

Finally, he asked if he were fit to be seen and she turned to behold him dressed appropriately. “Any woman would be mad to think otherwise,” she replied easily. She took his hand to be helped out of the chair, wondering just what the agenda was going to shape up to be. She hated the fact he kept turning it around on her. He was asking her what she wished instead of the other way around. He was making it very difficult for her to serve.

When she felt his hand move to her chin, she met eyes with him, her head cokeing curiously. His words brought a smile to her lips and she appeared absolutely flattered. Kaori knew better, of course. Moving with him to the door, her eyes turned to him with his words. “Oh, I prefer to stay anywhere I can be of service, of course.” She bit her lip, however, and her eyes slid toward the hallway. Her nose crinkled slightly and she said, “Though, I must say, I do believe things are less compromising on that side of the door.” She gave him a pointed look and took a couple steps out of the room. “I’m sure we can figure out something we’ll enjoy.”

Kaori had some ideas of how they could spend their day, but she was interested to see what might be on his mind. Of course, one had only to look at that grin to get a good idea…

Sea-green eyes watched the walk this lass had, and smiled as he closed the door… “There are many places you could be of service to me Kaori…” it was the first time he had used her name… that charming, seductive bass overtone he gave it made it almost sing… Then in step with her down the corridor… “Aye? tis less compromising for whom on the other side of the door…? One never knows who or how would conjure such stories… tis safer behind that door, than in the open for all to see…” he winks at her… that English accent and the bass voice combining to charm, even the most vicious of animals…

These two played their game… one wary of the other… William was sure that Adam assigned this woman to watch over him… Lord Aberdeen was no idiot, he knew William preferred the ladies… a man just would not keep the Englishman occupied… so with that knowledge in mind, William escorted Kaori out of the castle, her hand upon his arm… past all the guards and out into the inner city… just into the markets…

William removed his arm from under Kaori’s hand… “Excuse me MiLady… Just a moment if you please… I would like to do something I like…” then William flipped over a crate, and stepped upon it… “Hear ye hear ye… gather round fine people of Turas Lan…”[/i] and as people began to gather round to hear the man speak… William began to spread his politics against the current regime, without mentioning names… just the way things were going… of course a white lie ot two mixed in with events in Aberdeen… In one instance… he looks to Kaori, winking and smiling….

And now, dear little children, who may this story read,
To idle, silly flattering words I pray you ne'er give heed;
Unto an evil counselor close heart and ear and eye,
And take a lesson from this tale of the spider and the fly.

His words were no surprise until he ended them with her name. More so than wicked grins and casual touches, that single word seemed so intimate. Then again, she was sure he intended it to be. As he spoke with that voice she enjoyed more than she should, she couldn’t help but chuckle lightly. His words were true. How often had Kaori preferred seclusion to public scrutiny? There was nothing like walking past a group of children to catch them all pulling their eyes slanted after she had passed. How many times had she been called a heathen? Foreigner? Slant-eye? He may have been gently teasing, but there was some wisdom to his words.

As they walked, Kaori could feel something brewing on the horizon. It was like walking out on a sunny day just to see gray clouds looming in the distance and heading in fast. She wasn’t sure what was setting off the warning bells, but she just knew something was going to happen. But what? Lord Maubrey obviously had someplace he wanted to go. He was leading her and she simply walked alongside. The diminutive lady walked with him easily, trying to read eyes as they fell on the duo. It was an oddity to be certain, especially with Kaori clad in a kimono. It was comforting, though, to wear the clothing of her homeland. It was familiar and gave her more confidence.

When he released her arm, she thought it would be to duck into a shop or inspect wares. Her head cokeed curiously as he grabbed a crate and she took a few steps back with wide eyes as she jumped upon it. Kaori was aghast, her eyes wide as he called a crowd to him. It seemed in no time flat a small group had gathered. As Kay looked over her shoulder, she could see the crowd wasn’t as small as she’d have liked. And what was worse, people were buying in! She saw some people nodding approval, some men, covering their mouths to whisper to someone beside them, gesturing toward Lord Maubrey as the man seduced them with his words. Disapprovers walked off, but they were far too few…

Catching that wink he tossed her Kaori realized he had indeed upped the stakes considerably. And Kaori grinned back.

“And that my fine fellow citizens of Britain… is the offer I provide for you… Unity… Strength… for all men of the Isles… prosperity comes from unity… and I, Lord William of Maubrey… am related to those of Skye long past… offer my guidance and support should you all choose unity… I shall be around for a while, asking for support… Now I must be on my way, with my beautiful chaperone, Lady Kaori…” his voice boomed amongst the cheers and jeers from the crowd… and focused the attention to a well-known member of Aberdeen court…

William stepped off the crate and shook hands with people as he made his way back toward Kaori… It was evident that William enjoyed what he did… as he came back to Kaori full of smiles… then as he took her arm, he kissed her cheek… the soft bass voice, full of charm filled her ear in a whisper… “I love public speaking… and I love being with you… you are an intelligent woman and would benefit greatly on my court…” It was as if they had been friends forever… or something even closer… and as the pair walked away… people would reach out and touch the man as if he was royalty, or the Pope… what damage was he doing to Skye’s stability and Adam’s reign??[/font][/color]

For such men are false apostles, deceitful workmen, masquerading as apostles of Christ.
And no wonder, for Satan himself masquerades as an angel of light.
It is not surprising, then, if his servants masquerade as servants of righteousness.
Their end will be what their actions deserve. (2 Corinthians 11:13-15, NIV)

[strongjustice]

Despite the grin she flashed him in return, her eyes kept moving to the crowd. She seemed more curious about it than uncomfortable. This was not a likely place to find Kaori Hotaro, especially not in her kimono and geta. Her eyes were more careful than anything else, gauging reactions from the crowd and trying to measure approval over disapproval. And even though her eyes were busily watching his audience, her ears were listening to Lord Maubrey’s every word.

As he closed his speech, her eyes moved skyward and she lifted a brow as she looked in his direction. Oh, now she was a chaperone, was she? And of course, as attention was called to her a few curious eyes strayed in her direction, and too many to figure out. Were these eyes simply curious? Disapproving? Suspicious? No matter what the crowd thought, she had nothing but the most charming smile for Lord Maubrey as he approached her, her face tilting upward to receive the affectionate kiss, her own lips returning it at the same time. Of course she would. They were friends now, were they not?

With his whispered words she regarded him carefully, her smile never faltering. What was going through his head? Was he now trying to sway not only the crowd, but a member of court that had been wrapped up in pretty paper and handed over to him without question? Despite her devotion and resolution, there was something seductive about his words. There was something seductive about him. The crowd loved him, and it wasn’t because he was without charisma. All these things were noted as they walked, the regard of the people not escaping her attention. He was impressive. He knew what he was doing and he did it well. She wondered where their conversations would turn once they were out of the public eye. Certainly Kaori wasn’t an opportunist. But for at least a short span of time, she was there to be whatever he wanted her to be.

William took Kaori by the arm and guided her thru the crowd… slipping inside a shop to look at women’s wares… dresses, caps, ribbons, and yes, event unmentionables adorned the shop… It was as if he was looking for something… only to look at his Asian escort and smile wickedly… “Anything yu fancy… I shall purchase for you…”

Sway the crowd? It was his task… his calling… to bring himself closer to ultimate goal… to wear the Brooch and be called King of Britain… To sway the geisha…? It was pleasure… to seduce her? or to rile the Duke? He smiled at her, meanwhile his mind thought either, or both, reasons would suffice…

Did she report to the Duke? Did she tell him of her charge’s actions? What else could he do to provide her substance to report…? A wicked smirk developed on his face as he picked up some unmentionables, then showed them to Kaori… A quick glance around, with no one about… he canted his head… the soft bass voice, would attempt to charm her… even in the courses manner… “Care to model them M’Lady… It would be a way to past the hours… for I tire of the usual protocol…”

Not giving her even a chance to comment, he approached her… then with his hand guiding her arm, he ushered her from the shop… William of Maubrey was a course, blunt, possibly even lewd man… viral in fact… but none the less a charmer… always setting an atmosphere of conversation to lure a listener to his view…

Thru the streets they walked, aimlessly… with no destination… It was apparent that he had seen the architectures and visited the guilds… none of which he was really interested in… but any who saw them knew that he was interested in the Nihonnin.

And as they turned a corner… a man, much shorter than William walked to them… Then the two males, excused themselves and stepped just out of earshot… After a few moments, the man bowed, his left hand was missing one finger… then he limped away… and Maubrey returned to Kaori… “What would yu like to do M’Lady? Do not ask me, for what I would like… you will not do…” Again that wicked smirk formed.

Oh, Lord Maubrey was making his intentions very obvious, though she found herself wondering why. He had made an obvious show of going out in public to speak with the crowds, throwing them scraps of words that Kaori doubted could be substantiated or proven. Why was he showing her these things? Was it to prove he was not afraid of what she might report back with? Was it in an effort to show her what he was capable of? Both, mayhap? Such things to ponder. And Lord Maubrey's actions were getting far more blunt.

As she was guided into a shop, it was obvious what he was doing. Oh, surely he didn't think buying Kaori pretty ribbons and silk sashes would woo her, did he? She had rounded some shelves to run her hand idly over fabrics she wasn't particularly interested in when he appeared, displaying undergarments. Again her posture dropped for just a second as she regarded him, no blush on her cheeks. She would not dignify such a request with a reply, but apparently he wasn't waiting for one as he guided her out.

She was glad to be out of the shop and back in the public eye for at least a little while. While being cornered with improper conduct didn't upset her, it was a trifle annoying. If anything, she had to prepare herself for the next assault; she was certain it would be more private. Really, she was pretty sure he wasn't looking to force himself on her. Oh no. Lord Maubrey was a charmer. It would suit him far better to win her over. Charming he was; that Kaori could not refute. But his charm was not something she was interested in.

When Kaori found a man waiting for them around the corner they had rounded, her head had cokeed to the side. Obviously Lord Maubrey wasn't surprised to see him however, and she grinned as they excused themselves. She let her eyes sweep the area, pretending she wasn't at all interested in them, but her eyes took in details. She noticed the limp, the man's height, and while it might have escaped the notice of most people with only a glance, she did see he was missing a finger. "And just who might this be?" she silently wondered, never daring to let her eyes settle on him for too long.

Once they parted ways Lord Maubrey was back at her side. With his question she smiled affectionately, trying to consider her options. What did she want to do? Oh, her tastes were so much simpler than people often suspected. She enjoyed being outside, especially in the autumn when the air was so crisp and fragrant. Biting her bottom lip thoughtfully for a second, she eventually asked, "For all your time at Blue Castle, have you yet had an opportunity to tour the gardens? The colors of fall are so beautiful right now and I'd hate to miss them before the frosts set in." She regarded him with that pleasant smile, her eyes looking up into his with so much hopeful innocence. Hopefully her suggestion would be a pleasing enough diversion for a man of such sophisticated tastes.

William smirked… “Why Lady Kaori… I have seen the gardens at Blue Castle… and tis nay as beautiful as you are…” he smiled and took her by the elbow, a gentle urgance to walk… “Let’s just walk a bit… maybe talk and confess to one another… things…”

Down the lanes and streets of the magnificent Turas Lan…. William smiled at her… “Lord Aberdeen has done much with the city… it seems like a fine place to live… how does the finances go about here? It seems that all appear prosperous as one would expect of such a ….” He pauses with a smirk… “Well, you know… without England’s backing…”

As they walked… he would stop and watch children playing… then as he began to walk again… “You know… you could do well as a member of my court…” then he looked at a bird perched upon a limb… “Look… a sparrow waits for winter…” sea-green eyes blinked and smiled at her… then he began to walk again… “You know the English King desires to consolidate all the lands under one rule… and I support that…” pausing… “And it seems that the Duke is doing the same…” canting his head… “He wears the Brooch of the Isles does he not?…” Tapping his chest… “Did you know it had been missing for decades… and even I have been searching for it…” His candor, and honesty, seemed out of character… and yet he was telling a member of the Duke’s court the truth… Would she report him? He could only hope!!

Then he stops and looks to her, his hands at her elbows, making her look at him… Oh he was charming… dangerously so… “M’Lady… I give my confidence upon you…” then the sea-greens orbs flicker as he looks into her deep brown eyes… “There are forces here… evil forces at work that could destroy such a place… I seek not to destroy, but to rule… be it for myself… my English King… or even the Duke…” His calloused hand lifts her chin and looks blankly at her… “What say you? Shall you help me?”

So obviously her idea of good old fashioned sightseeing was not quite so palatable to Lord Maubrey. It didn't really surprise her so much as disappoint her. He had taken her into market to expose a little of himself to her (and not quite the same way he had exposed a little of himself in his chamber). She was hoping to back-pedal before the matter got out of hand. Alas, poor Kaori, he would not let that happen.

So after all the flattery, flirtation and games, he suddenly wanted to confess things? Despite her calm demeanor, Kaori found herself very nervous. It was not a comfortable place for her to be in at all. Her purpose for being sent in was simple. Did Duke Aberdeen really believe that Lord William Maubrey played a simple game? For a fleeting second, though she'd never confess it, she was furious with him. Kaori was a scholar and an entertainer. She never asked to be thrown into this world of politics and intrigue. She felt as if she had been asked to walk into the lion's den and now that she was there, she had to tread so bloody carefully. But the anger waned as soon as it flared. She had accepted the charge without hesitation. It was a bit too late to reconsider. And Kaori never believed in regret.

She listened with a careful ear, carefully digesting each bit of information as it was given to her. That, at least, she could do without worry. She was a scholar. She was the High Scholar. Information was her bread and butter. And as they spoke, her eyes would move with his. An affectionate smile appeared on her face as she saw the children at play. An admiring smile offered to the sparrow on the branch. But as he spoke of important matters, she listened with an almost indifferent nonchalance. Kaori wasn't indifferent. She was studying.

At last he posed the question this was all leading up to. She was not given permission to look down the street or admire a fall tree. The children and sparrow were beyond her concern. She was forced to look up at Lord Maubrey and she did. If she had been nervous, there was no sign of it now. She met his gaze evenly and unflinchingly. For a moment she said nothing. And when she spoke, Lord Maubrey would probably be in for a bit of shock. This was not the geisha with her disarming smiles and charming countenance. No indeed. Kaori Hotaro knew when to drop the role, and so she did.

"If I were to smile and simply accept your proposal you would know what I was doing. You're not stupid, so I will not insult your intelligence. And I won't play games with matters of such... grave importance."

She looked away from him for a moment and when her eyes returned to his, they were narrowed. She was suddenly critical and calculating. She was, in fact, a scholar. "You've said it yourself. The city prospers. This is no act. There is no illusion. You see before you reality. I am obviously healthy. Believe it or not, I'm quite happy. It would be foolish for me to just," she lifted her hand and snapped, "risk it away for no good reason."

She paused to regard him, her voice dropping. "I need more. Why is the brooch of such importance in what you're trying to accomplish? Just what evil forces do you refer to?" With her next question, her head canted and her brows lifted. "And just how, Lord Maubrey, would helping you benefit me?" With those words she reached up and adjusted his collar. And that was when she finally smiled.

Maubrey looked at his prey… Had he had enough time to close the trap? “Lady Kaori… you are cooler and more stable than most I know… and I am confident that you are happy in your current position… but you belong in the university… or the Scholar’s hall… not out escorting me…” he smirked… “Why, the Brooch is…” then he almost laughs… “Ask yer Master… Lord Aberdeen… he can tell you… I even know you were instrumental for finding the Brooch…”

It was then that five Griffin Royal Guards approached… and surrounded the pair in the center of the square, and set forward their spears toward them… “Lord Maubrey… surrender your arms… By supreme order of Lord Adam Aberdeen… Griffin of Scotland, You are under arrest for treason… subversion… and attempted murder of a royal member of the Court….” Maubrey reached down and untied the scabbard… and by the tip of it, handed it to the Sergeant of the Guard.

Looking at Kaori with a smile… “Tis been grand M’Lady… and they won’t hurt you… if I have harmed yu, I am trult sorry... just have faith in me…” Then the Sergeant looked at Lady Kaori… “M’Lady, you are to report to Lord Adam immediately…” then he nudged William… “Time to go Milord…” and then the crew walked away… the English Lord and King’s Advisor under arrest.

William just walked along the road with the guards, waving at passers-by... and on-lookers... a smirk of evil upon his face...

[hotarokaori]

Kaori was surprised to hear that he was aware of her involvement in the location of the brooch. He had either read her name or her name had come up at some point. Just how much else did he know? Even though she should have been uncomfortable with the idea of her name being mentioned, she was somewhat pleased. She had been saying he was an intelligent man, and her beliefs were simply being confirmed.

Anything else the duo may or may not have exchanged fell away as their conversation was suddenly interrupted by the armored clang of the arrival of the guards, Kaori's shock evident. Already? And it had to be at that moment? Lord Maubrey was just reeling her in! She had meant to utilize this opportunity to its fullest and now...

Surprising herself, she managed a small bow to Lord Maubrey, quietly saying, "Ti o tsukete, Maubrey-san," as they started away with him. She stared a few moments after them before muttering, "Timing be damned!" angrily. Her eyes looked around and seeing that the scene had attracted a few gawkers, she started back for Blue Castle to have the carriage readied.

Just over an hour later the carriage came rolling up to Griffin Castle, Kaori just barely muttering a word of thanks to the footman as she was helped out. Marching straight through the front doors, she hailed the first castle servant she saw, saying, "I've been summoned by Duke Aberdeen," pointedly, making it clear she wished to be shown to him immediately.

[Anwen of Connacht]

Somewhere in Struan....



Anwen had been trying her best to sway Iain to side with William. They had several dinners and outings discussing things that many woman would never think to discuss with a man. Battle skills, politics, and just life in general.

Walking the streets of Struan one evening back to the Inn she was staying at she over heard some men talking outside a tavern. " I heard from a few men just arriving on a ship from Skye tha' Lord William has been arrested for various crimes." the man said and his friend laughed.

Anwen's felt the words hit her like a blade through her body, the burn of pain stole the breath from her very lungs... one man looked at her " Lady ye alrigh'?" he asked, as he noticed she had stopped and seemed a bit pale. She waved him off and nodded and resumed walking she would leave for Skye as soon as it could be arranged with or without Iain's decision of who's side he would be on.

Right now her sole thought was on that of her husband and how she could help if at all. Once at the Inn she penned a missive to Gerard informing him that she would be returning to Skye and for him to meet her upon arrival. She took the missive and handed it to the Inn keeper with strict instructions the bearer would leave immediately and not hand to anyone except Sir Gerard. A second missive was sent to Iain informing him that she would be leaving once arrangements were made and thanked him for his time... Would he think the letter cryptic?? She could not let herself be concerned with that right now. " William my heart.. be safe. "she whispered as she crossed the threshold of her room. It was then that she heard William's voice in her mind " You are the greatest weapon I have, beautiful and deadly... I love you"

Sliding the bolt in place she began to pack. Her mind reeling she took out her twin blades and focused on who and what she was. Lady Maubrey?... No she was an assassin and killer for her Lord! and by her blades and with her life he would be free to seek his goal.