Post by King Adam Aberdeen I on Feb 25, 2009 12:04:41 GMT -6
Adam had spent the better part of eight days at sea, and another five days upon the land coordinating, bargaining, and allying men, clans, and countries to Skye’s cause. The days were filled with speeches, promises, and politics… but his nights were dream ridden. Dreams that would be soon explained… hopefully by Lady Eirian… It was the last two nights that convinced Adam to return home…
Dreams had always been a way that Bess and Adam would communicate issues of severity to one another. It was always unintentional, unexpected, and uncontrolled. All the same, they now knew and understood that should a dream occur, they would return to one another post-haste… and eventually work the reasons for the dreams out together…
Again it was the Englishmen in a mirror that spoke to Adam… “Young Duke… awaken from yer sleep… forsake those that depend upon you now… for your wife and those in the Castle depends upon you most…” Seeing himself in the mirror, yet the image was one of him… but not him… he responded… “And wot dae yae mean good knight? Why should I return to mae wife… she bae well dun yae knaew…” The man in the image smirked… “Is she not with child? Doth she nay require her husband to bring them into the world you both have made… Is this not your first together? Should yu let her die in childbirth without yu there? Should yu allow those in the castle to die at the hands of an oppressor?”
Adam sat up abruptly and looked around as if he had seen a ghost… Standing, he rouses the Gold Talons from sleep… “Arise mae knights… we make faer Turas Lan… time we waste naet…” As the men awoke quickly, and some began preparing to leave, while two or three stood by the Duke querying what was the matter. “Die…?” he thought of the dream… “Nay matter… we leave as soon as the men are ready…” Adam silently pondered upon the dream as he saddled the white stallion.
Cinching the belly strap of the saddle, his knee upon the horses chest… his mind pondered the dream… Was Turas Lan under siege? Was Bess and bairin in danger? The dream and his mental questions hastened his actions…
“Move it men… make haste… nae time tae spare…” as he sat upon the destrier; the clear advantage was on the Duke.
Dreams had always been a way that Bess and Adam would communicate issues of severity to one another. It was always unintentional, unexpected, and uncontrolled. All the same, they now knew and understood that should a dream occur, they would return to one another post-haste… and eventually work the reasons for the dreams out together…
Again it was the Englishmen in a mirror that spoke to Adam… “Young Duke… awaken from yer sleep… forsake those that depend upon you now… for your wife and those in the Castle depends upon you most…” Seeing himself in the mirror, yet the image was one of him… but not him… he responded… “And wot dae yae mean good knight? Why should I return to mae wife… she bae well dun yae knaew…” The man in the image smirked… “Is she not with child? Doth she nay require her husband to bring them into the world you both have made… Is this not your first together? Should yu let her die in childbirth without yu there? Should yu allow those in the castle to die at the hands of an oppressor?”
Adam sat up abruptly and looked around as if he had seen a ghost… Standing, he rouses the Gold Talons from sleep… “Arise mae knights… we make faer Turas Lan… time we waste naet…” As the men awoke quickly, and some began preparing to leave, while two or three stood by the Duke querying what was the matter. “Die…?” he thought of the dream… “Nay matter… we leave as soon as the men are ready…” Adam silently pondered upon the dream as he saddled the white stallion.
Cinching the belly strap of the saddle, his knee upon the horses chest… his mind pondered the dream… Was Turas Lan under siege? Was Bess and bairin in danger? The dream and his mental questions hastened his actions…
“Move it men… make haste… nae time tae spare…” as he sat upon the destrier; the clear advantage was on the Duke.