The Knight from Austria

[Lord General Maahes Asad-Aziem]

I stand before you a humbled man...but never think it weakness.

Lord General Asad-Aziem: Falling away the night reaching out for morning, with amber cries of horror as the shadows were turned away from the sun. It was a bitter and cold morning across the city that never sleeps, with the stars one by one fading. The morning bakers fine craft gave new life to the careful sweep of the streets, and the posted men at each street would be happily rewarded. Was there ever such a time in Skye when mountains could not be moved? The sounds of the silent morning broke swiftly with the morning call of rise. Trumpets in glorious display sounded like an alarm in the distant valley of stone. The arena was a massive structure that was the harsh backbone, or broad shoulder of a nation. With tall stone pillars that reached towards the heavens, but were heavily grounded. Like those within, the mighty talons to the Griffin court could fight through their tired weary ways to start again. Though, Skye was in it's time of peace, the Gaelic Nations all but at war, Lord General did not give in. He was the lion body of their insignia, that carried those who carried the weight of the nation. Maahes was a massive man, standing a good head taller then the rest, seeing eye level with only a handful, with shoulders that were wide, and a back that strong. From the day he was born, this was all he had known, fighting to stay alive, fighting to eat. Having grown up in the streets of Cairo, he had been a tool to the Muslim army; a man who survived everything they threw at him, and lived again to tell the story. WIth his prayers to Allah, Maahes would greet the day, his Lord smiling back for it had been too long for the son of the sands to be without the warmth of the sun. Today his army would stand once again below him, faithful warriors already in training--today they were to master a new art, one delivered by a China man, and perfected by the engineers. Guns. (d

Marius de Brabant: Marius awakened cold and uncomfortable, at least after he got out of his blankets.  He quickly washed and changed into fresh linen.  After putting on a clean under tunic and padded gambeson, he knelt down and wiggles his clain mail into the correct position to protect him without bunching up.  He then expertly applied and adjusted pieces of plate armor at the knees, forearms, and shoulders.  After that came the emblazoned surcoat.  His helm he carried in the crook of his arm.  He marched up to the castle, straight to the arena.  This time he would not be put off.  The little clark at the table again informed him that the Lord General was too busy to see him, and smiled.  Marius did not get angry; nor did he threaten the little clerk.  Instead he just walked around him and straight through the door.  He had met the Lord General once before in the aftermath of the so called barfight where the traitors were arrested Marius had taken care of two of the four, making quite sure that they were immobilized but capable of being questioned.  Now he confronted the tall Moor who was to be his immediate commander.  "Lord General, Sir Marius de Brabant reporting as ordered by the High Lady."  (d)

Lord General Asad-Aziem: The cold winds of the winter months were ready to give in, soon to bow down to Spring, but what comes first? Maahes, stood at the top of the stairs with his advisors going over the list of firearms, and the forms that which they followed. France was doing it? This troubled him, as he knew too many grew power hungry in states as this, but the idea ran thick in his Arabic blood. "You do not let us get behind." Finally his accent rolled heavily from his lips, rich in the undertones of Egypt, and his hand came to clasp the small engineer. "You will be rewarded." With that being said a voice came forward unannounced and his burning embers for eyes met the man. "Sir? Of what realm?" Maahes turned with broad arms folded over his chest, and the feet of a soldier coming to square away with his shoulders. "So tell me of what High Lady sends?" (d

Marius de Brabant: Marius drew himself up to his full height, which was taller then most buy not quite up to the man before him.  Looking the Lord General in the eyes.  Marius knew the drill.  Numerous times had he reported to superiors he had never met before.  And this would be no different.  In a flat, toneless voice.  Marius makes his first speech to his commander.  "Lord General, The High Lady sends me, Sir Marius de Brabant, Knight of the Empire.  Her Grace has accepted me into the military service of Skye.  At your instructions I have been given meals and lodging.  I have attempted to report for duty twice before, but your clerk turned me away.  Today, I simply went around him and came through the door."  Marius pauses for a second.  "If I might say, it was none to difficult to do so"  He stands at attention, but not stiffly.  He is a man of light hair, and broad shoulders himself.  He has lived a life of hardship and danger from a very early age.  Simply put, he is not intimidated.  (d)

Lord General Asad-Aziem: "That is because that clerk is meant for paperwork. You are right on that, he is easy to get by. That is why he is clerk." A few men behind him would laugh with small careful sounds, never sure to aid in their General's points of simply listen. However, with a wave of his hand he would release them, letting Marius and he be alone atop the stairs of where he gave his commands. The Arena was made up just as you would see in Rome, small dorms below the world they lived on, and the barracks all the same. "I gave you food and shelter, for reason you asked to join. Reporting to duty does not go through clerk. Of what Empire, Sir Knight are you from?" Maahes asked with ease in his voice, a much more humble man then three years ago, but having 6 children would do that a man. He gave the man a once over, "You were good aid in bar fight, but now..you stand before a Royal Army, and of no Empire. You come to these lands seeking service? Then you stand at me with respect. You shed away your title, and prepare to earn your place." He had no doubt the man before him was eager to do so. "All can come through that door..we have nothing to fear. Here we are stripped of our weapons, and learn with these." He would hold up his bare hands, dawn and already dirty. "Of all human will comes from the hand, it is your first and last weapon against the world..when all else fail." He would turn and have Marius follow him as they went about the Arena. "We are a very loyal family here, and have never been defeated. There are no knights, all equals save for myself and those I deem worthy of my council. The Lord, and Lady are law, and I enforce. I give you place here openly, and ask only respect in the end. You listen, you follow, and you obey. In the end you too will be rewarded." He gave a small smile looking out over those who gather. They were a strong force with time to rebuild from the war, and ready to head into another one in any moment. (d

Marius de Brabant: Marius chose his words carefully as he followed the Moor into the arena.  "Lord General, I use any weapon at hand; for there is only victory and defeat."  Again his voice is quiet, firm, and toneless.  There is one thing I cannot obey you on.  The Empire I speak of is the Holy Roman Empire and I was knighted by the Duke of Austria.  I have not shed myself of that honor, hard won as it was.  Nor shall I."   Marius does not wish to be insubordinate, but a knight is a knight is a knight.  Unless, he is fomaly degraded and his spurs cast away, he is a knight to the day he dies.  "Once a knight always a knight Lord General.  I realize you have little opportunity here at Skye for many foreigners to take service in your military.  That is why I explain this.  I have already followed this path with both my father and then later the Duke of Austria."  Marius knows he has taken a chance, but it had to be taken or he would be reduced to the lowest circumstances possible.  Pride in one's achievements was no disgrace but rather an honor.  And Marius de Brabant would stand on his honor.  Finally.  "Lord General, I mean no disprespect, I but state facts "  (d)

Lord General Asad-Aziem: "Facts of another nation yes, M'friend, but what happens when we go to war against your Empire?" He took a lean against the railing his arms still folded to break the cold. "You are a knight there, and keep that title here. In my army you do not start high. None start anywhere else then the ground. Bare. I started my life as a tool to the Muslim army who fought against your Empire. I worked my way there, survived. I was purchased, traded across nations, and worked my way. In the land of Avaria I was given chance as General of foot soldiers, won with only 30 men against nearly 500. I come here, to help in war against English.And as Lord General I have bled thousands of times for this nation. So when you say I do not have opportunity for foreigners, let me correct you. Do I look like them?" He passed a thumb over his shoulder to point to the pale faced, red haired men at arms. "I was not born here, and look at me now. Do not speak of things you know nothing about, you must prove to me...Work for me, fight in my army, I will pay you the salary of a baker to start." Meaning enough only for food for the week, and shelter. "You are a knight of Austria, and that is respected but here..you are footsoldier until otherwise stated, and in this a great honor." (d

Marius de Brabant: Marius begins slowly and quietly.  "Lord General I was taken into service by the High Lady as a Knight.  I do not claim it gives me much here, but more then a baker or footsoldier.  I have commanded squadrons of 100 mounted men at arms, yet I did demand such a command.  As the High Lady had decreed me a knight and her commands as always supersede yours.  I am a knight.  I admit that your travails and adventures are most interesting and possibly instructive. Buy you are you, and I am myself; two different people.  Do I need to challenge you, or to engage in combat against you to prove myself?  I am prepared for that.  Even if you wish to fight with fists; save I fight with any part of my body required."  Marius is quiet now; he does fully realize what he has done, but it was most necessary.  He intended not to humble the Lord General in any way, but to stand up for himself.  He was neither baker no footsoldier.  At four he was tending to mounts and cleaning stables.  At five he was burnishing armor and learning how to fight with all manner of weapons.  At twelve he was riding to war with his father.  This was a man who had fought up through the ranks, from the very humblest; even though he was the lord's son.  And then again under the Duke of Austria did he make a similar climb.  Now he would stand upon his achievements, one way or the other.  "One other thing Lord General, should Skye go to war against the Empire, I am with Skye............to the death"  He emphasizes his last words deliberately.  (d)

Lord General Asad-Aziem: "No..you do not." He would not need to be proven too here, and in the matter of the moment Maahes realized how much time had gone by. "Then perhaps you should tell High Lady what it is I offered you, and see what it is she says. I do not pass out titles like that, on our..second meet. I know not who you are, and you can keep your Knight status, but of foreign services. I can not take that from you, but you are not getting in here without working your way up just like everyone else." He did not humble because of this man, he was simply not the lion he once was. Maahes would have held this man's head on a the edge of his spine. "I will believe you, as time goes by. My knights command men, and have been with me for nearly 5 years, with Skye all their life. You do not walk in here and expect it.We will keep your title, Knight of Austria, but here in Skye you are Marius..Soldier to the Griffin. In that you should be proud, today is the day you belong. I command The Grounds, Rangers, Archers, Gunsmen, and pretty much everything else that isn't on Sea or Horseback. You will find your place, M'friend, but for now..you must prove your loyalty. All do." With this he would turn his back on the man to look out over the rest before seeing to the bell tower, "Now, you can fall in line..or take your leave. Either way, we report at dawn." (d

Marius de Brabant: "I shall report at dawn then Lord General.  Who do I report to precisely or where?"  Marius was not being impertinent; he simply wanted to know the mechanics of it.  And the Lord General was the one to tell him for certain.  (d)

Lord General Asad-Aziem: "You report here, we finish at the dawn of 3 hours past noon. Your life may start then. Your weapons you may keep, and any other personal belongings. The road is not easy, Sir Knight of Austria, but if you are what you say..then it shall happen fast." His hand would come to clasp the shoulder of the knight. "Welcome to the Griffin Army." With that he would bow his head, and turn to the many waiting with various papers to be signed, and duties to fulfill. (d

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Marius was up well before the dawn, since his orders were to report at that time. In the barracks he took care of his normal ablution, to make himself fit to do his training. Knowing the Lord General's mood, he dispensed with his usual surcoat and wore a Griffin one. It was not Marius's way to show off. Because he was to be a foot soldier for the foreseeable future, he very carefully adjusted his boots and their lacing's. He could just imagine in his mind's eye tripping over his own feet and of course just in front of the Lord General. No thank you. He made a point of following the other men and reported in as they did. He noticed with approval that every man was checked off. No need here to waste time calling the roll. You were either present for duty or not. At the mention of his name the liveried officer charged with this duty quirked an eyebrow; he saw that it was a knight reporting as a common soldier. Yet the officer simply passed him through into the arena. It was crowded. To no surprise, Marius saw the Lord General there awaiting his troops. Marius guessed there would be an inspection followed by military exercises. Perhaps it was beneath him, as some would say or mutter behind his back. But he did believe there was value to learning this way. In his heart Marius did aspire to high command as he had for some time. He did want to learn to command both mounted and dismounted troops. What better way to learn.

Experience had shown that Marius was right about the day. First the men were formed into ranks. Marius was given a position and told that for today, he was to hold this spot. He was also issued a regulation pike and shield. His bastard sword was truly a mounted weapon. So he was also issued a regulation sword and dagger, although he was allowed to retain his own weapons for personal use if he so desired. Marius accepted the officer's instructions with quiet dignity. To him his sword was an old an trusted comrade, veteran of many battles. He determined that one day he would again wield it, but in the service of Skye, his new home. For now he accepted.

The sun had broken through overhead, making it a cloudless and beautiful sky. After the inspection, the troops were broken up into different groups. Some went through military exercise in small until drill. Others were involved in sparring as both individuals and units. Others were following the Lord General's discipline of unarmed combat, using anything they could on each other. Marius noted it as brutal, but practical for real military service. He had used it himself on more then one occasion and fortunately his father thought the same way as the Lord General. Whatever you can use to win. Marius and other new recruits were called out and marched by an officer to an out of the way area. "You are nothing. You are not good enough even to stand with those men, let alone drill with them. I will be your teacher. Those of you who survive might someday be good enough to join them. Only time will tell." So saying, he showed them the basic infantry motions for holding their weapons as well as for the most basic of infantry movement. Marius did manage to get a glimpse of the Lord General above them overseeing their training. Any hint of anything being done incorrectly seemed to immediate by the target of his voice booming down over the entire area. And followed immediately by his presence to correct the fault.

Fortunately, for Marius and his fellows, the Lord General did find any fault with their training. Perhaps they were all too unschooled for any fault to be noticed. Marius was observant; the men beside him had never handled a weapon before. They were indeed new recruits. He felt a bit sorry for them. They were at the very bottom of the barrel. The drilling continued with no let up;boring it was. Hour after hour of marching, moving, and constantly handling those pikes.By noon, most of the other men had had more then enough and were barely able to continue. Aches, pains, and exhaustion began to take their toll of the men. A few actually just fell over. They were left where they fell. One man did impress him especially; he had fallen over, but he used his pike to force himself back onto his feet and somehow continued the drill. Marius was no superman, but he was in good physical shape and he took the drill without falling down, but he did own up to an ache in his right arm. It was his legs that took the brunt of it. He was a mounted warrior; he wasn't a marcher. He did manage to finally finish the drill, quietly limping back to his barracks along with the others, his feet aching the way the others pained in their arms.

It was only now that Marius remembered something he had been told by an old foot soldier of his father's. "Wrap some cloth around your foot before you stick it in your boot, and change the cloth whenever you can." Now he remembers! He had marched around the circumference of that arena more times then he dared to count today. Taking off his boots, he saw the blistered already formed. Without the cloth they would not heal, but break and bleed. More misery. Rummaging around in the barracks area, he actually managed to find a closet with bolts and bolts of the right cloth. Obviously the Lord General had indeed prepared for this as well; the men did not know of the trick. He saw others with blisters, but he said nothing. This must be part of the training, and so he remained silent. Just to be safe, he wrapped his feet that night to protect them. He busied himself for the rest of the day by cleaning and polishing his weapons and equipment. By the time the men were marched to evening meal, he was finished. As much as he wanted to visit a certain book shop and book seller; tonight he was going to rest and prepare for the morrow. He needed to get off his feet. There was no way he could manage to get to Bryante Row this night. He missed the doe eyed little scholar; tomorrow night he would get there for sure.

[Lord General Maahes Asad-Aziem]

Bismillaah ar-Rahman ar-Raheem
Al hamdu lillaahi rabbil 'alameen 
Ar-Rahman ar-Raheem  
Maaliki yaumid Deen 
Iyyaaka na'abudu wa iy yaaka nasta'een 
Ihdinas siraatal mustaqeem 
Siraatal ladheena an 'amta' alaihim 
Ghairil maghduubi' alaihim waladaaleen 
Aameen

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It was here in private chambers, over looking the sea did a man who stood tall wait patiently for the dawn. Private moments before each day to be with his God, prayers that sounded like a song escaping him as he came to his knees. No sword, nor fear had ever brought him down, Maahes had not known defeat, but had indeed lost. He grieved in this passing moment for the brothers, for the fathers, for his friends--of this nation who had fallen, and prayed for peace.

The Call to Prayer, The Salaat, would end with a look over his right shoulder towards the heavenly body recording the deeds, and to his left who stood recording the wrong. Might hands, tattered and torn that had bled countless times in protection, defense, and victory, would cup to clean away his face with the hope that today would bring the sun.

Dawn did come.

"Lord General." A voice from the halls, broke against the door a smooth sound that could only belong to his captain, "Your breakfast Sir, is at your desk should you wish it." The newly appointed captain, had held his ground well against the Beast, but never had he seen such a sight. He watched the dawn chase away the shadows on his face, bringing dark flecks of deep bronze burn in the light of day. Something in the Arabic Beast had changed, he knew this only for the slow reaction to his call. Maahes would turn on him, watching as the light stretched to find the man standing waiting to escort him on. He broke from his thoughts to follow.

A rush came then with maps, documents, and books to be signed. Orders for troops to aid in relief of damages done by the high winds of winter, a request for help on the Northern Border where many men grew sick from the bitter cold, and an announcement from the French with their desire to use the small pass. Many years did it take him to learn this language, the written and spoken separated. One did not need to write to survive, but simply read; Maahes had never been very good at either. One hour from sun up and already he missed his wife's warm arms, their children's laughter, and Nora's meals. He could not wait for winter retreat, and spend the rest of the cold winter in the valley.

Rounds soon came to call, with men lined at either side as he inspected the order. These were the men to relieve those positioned through the city, and their uniform more for show then practicality. Over each face he would not travel in too far a line, for most men were of the same height, but slowly his eyes came downward to the once small boy who had begged him for a chance…

"Finally, John." Maahes's voice would boom, a deep rich rumble in his chest, "It is your turn." He would say with a small smile, until the emotion mirrored on the now man child, and he would quickly correct that. "Keep a straight face!"[/i] He barked and the boy nearly jumped from his flesh, until Maahes again slid a dry amused look into his own. "Carry on."[/i]


Out into the day he would finally venture, taking perch to watch as his captains patrolled each brigade, making sure each force held it's duty to the extreme, but it wasn't until he would spot the determined knight did he position himself with comfort to watch. For hours he would stand just where he perched, thankful for the stamina, and impressed.

"He shows heart."[/i] His second in command spoke out of his own leaser following the line of the sight to the Knight from Austria, and Maahes would not break his gaze.

"They all do at first." [/i]He spoke calmly, quietly more of thought then statement, "But his form is flawless.." [/i]Narrowing his eyes to get a better look at the Knight's face he would quietly ask again for his name. The man off to his shoulder would fumble through his papers, going through the list.

"Brabant, M'lord. Sir Marius Brabant." [/i]

Maahes would give a lazy nod, pressing from his perch to check the name once more--written this time. "The Knight from Austria." [/i]

"Is something wrong, M'lord?"[/i] He had watched the expression shift over Maahes, who seemed beyond his normal quiet self, and the great Beast would shake his head slowly.

"No..but I wish him to run with the horses tomorrow. Mount him in the afternoon in the western fields. A few small combat routines on horseback, with both lance and sword."[/i] He would rumble as the shadow of the barracks fell over him, once he made his exit into the halls. "Tell him I will be there."[/i]

Order would go out then to the Knight of distant lands, written in perfect penmanship and perched outside his dorm.

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The next morning Marius did report to the western field as he had been ordered. He was most careful to bring the written order with him, as he also brought his mount and equipage. The note was actually waved off, until he had passed inspection. First his equipage was examined minutely for any flaw or lack of care. If the equipage was carefully scrutinized, his mount was even more so. The two veterinary surgeons present went over the animal from mane to tail, searching diligently for any fault either natural or careless. Thunder, his comrade of many campaigns, passed stringent exam. Only then did the officer accept Marius's letter. Then the Knight from Austria was run through basic horse handling drills and obstacle courses, with and without the holding of the reins. Marius performed as he had been trained to do for so many years.

After a little bit of rest, Marius and Thunder proceeded on to some more specialized tasks, including the famed Quintain. Six passes managed to satisfy the instructors that he could adequately couch a lance and manage the speed of his mount at the same time. Then came the traditional rings, which he also took with no difficulty; doing it at various speeds as requested by the officer in charge. At full gallop he took the rings again.

On to blade. His bastard sword was examined and the officer gave him a blunted weapon of the same length and weight. No drills for him this time. Marius was paired with an opponent. The other man was competent, but not experienced. The bout was ended with a sharp blow to his opponent's neck, which would have severed it in real combat. Again Marius was paired against an opponent, but this one was taller and sat upon a larger mount. Marius carefully used his speed against the man, who obviously was used to simply bashing down an enemy or opponent. Marius made him move, turn, and even reverse. A thrust up armpit ended this match as well. A final bout with the sword committed Marius against an opponent on a smaller, faster mount. Marius had fought heathen, who rode nimble ponies, and he had conquered them by the score. He forced his opponent to come to him, and when he could he put all his strength into his blows. Eventually the fellow slipped and didn't quite bring his shield up high enough. Marius ended this round victorious as well. The blade master then ordered him to rest, but not to unsaddle his mount. They also reclaimed his blunted weapon. Both captains were having an ernest discussion about the merits of this "new recruit". It was obvious to both of them that individual training for him was a waste of time. If permitted, they would begin him tomorrow on cavalry drill and command.

The officer in overall charge of the mounted training listened carefully to both of his subordinates who were loud in the praises of Sir Marius de Brabant. It was the afternoon and they had expected to be honored by the presence of the Lord General himself. Word was sent that he had been delayed. All three of the training officer concurred in that Marius should be put to one final test this day; he would face an opponent with the lance. For any knight this was the ultimate test of courage; you could see the lance coming toward you at the speed of a charging warhorse in full gallop. Such a sight had unnerved many a man. Best that they see what this Sir Marius had. Blade was one thing, but lance; that was definitely something else.

Marius was appraised of their decision in which he acquiesced most happily. He was brought over a heavier shield and a full jousting helmet. Being no fool, he inspected both of them carefully,especially the helm. Finally satisfied that it was strong enough and enjoyed a proper field of vision, he allowed it to placed on his head and strapped on securely. A lance was also provided, and his mount was led over to the course. Marius had no idea of who he was engaging; so he assumed it was the very best. He waited for a few minutes for his opponent to appear, and he was not disappointed. A similarly armed an accoutered knight arrived opposite him. Both men stretched for their arms caring their lances vertically to show that they were ready. The flag was lowered and they were galloping madly at each other. Lances lowered almost immediately from both rides and neither was wavering, showing two skilled opponents charging each other. Marius aimed for a point on the chest, not quite covered by his opponent's shield, but just before contact he gently raised the blunted point of his lance. The crash of the two heavily armored warriors coming together was heard all over the training field and even perhaps further. Marius had triumphed. His raised tip had literally caught the man's helm and lifted him out of the saddle. Had the lance been real the other rider would have been speared from neck to crown. Two squires came over to him help him to his feet, upon which he was none too steady relying on these boys to get him over to the healer's tent.

Only now did the Lord General make his expected appearance. The training officer was almost ecstatic. "Lord General, you should have seen it. The new knight, he just unseated Sir Neil, our champion." And after a pause denoting almost disbelief. "And he did it on the first lance! Your protege is indeed worthy of you." "My protege?" queried the Lord General. "Indeed, Sir Marius de Brabant"

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Marius received another message from the Lord General; he was to report back to the infantry. That morning he rose long before dawn and breakfasted at Ebony Hall. After a good long bout of stretching, he marched over to the training area. Once again he gave his name to the officer outside and received the used raised eyebrow and quizzical look. The knight pretended he never saw either movement. Once back inside the arena he was receiving more stares and and quite a bit of unexpected and unwanted attention from the recruits, as well as regulars. Apparently, the news of his being a belted knight and his activities as a mounted warrior were making the rounds of the entire army. As always he keep his ears open; the barracks was to be closed. Unfortunately, the men wondered where they would go. Some even wondered if they were going to be paid if they weren't in barracks. Marius could detect unease in troops and these men were very uneasy. He was not in command; so it was really not his problem, and he could stay at Ebony Hall for as long as necessary.

Marius exercised with men with his usual attitude and aptitude. After about an hour of this he was called before one of the captains. The short, squat captain was apparently a veteran of more then one army and more then one campaign. Knowing his business and also seeing that Marius was being ill used to obtain his greatest value, he allowed the knight to begin drilling the squads; first the recruits and then regular troops. Then Marius was combining squads of pike men and maneuvering them as well. By the time he was finished, he was confidently marching, counter marching, wheeling, advancing, and retiring the entire body of pike men. Marius even broke sub units off to right and left. He ha different ranks facing abut and defending.

With the captain's permission, Marius tried a little experiment. He put an equal number of swordsmen again against pike men. both sides charged and went at it with blunted weapons. The swordsmen armed with shortened weapons and small shields easily penetrated the wall of pikes and would have slaughtered the pike men if this had been a real battle instead of training.

Both of the captains present looked at the experiment wordlessly, but with worried expressions. Both officers understood the significance of what the Austrian knight had done. Pike men were there to stop heavy cavalry. Against mounted knights they were almost invulnerable if they stood their ground and held their position. But this pointed up a major weakness. If an enemy charged with infantry, their front ranks could be shattered with ease. The infantry attacks could be withdrawn and then the knights could go in with nothing to stop them. Now two experienced battle captains acknowledged Marius's considerable command and tactical skills. And still Marius needed to have another meeting with the Lord General.

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MariusdeBrabant: Marius was walking about the castle; feeling rather bored and quite along. Janice was still busy as the companion to the High Lady. The Lord General was still unable to see him. This left him rather alone.
He had no friends from the baracks, as they were peasants and he was a belted knight. He had enjoyed his trip to the marketplace the day before. Maybe he should
go back. Again it kept sticking in his brain that he was doing no good at all here. He had proved himself as a fully competent or much more then
competent mounted warrior. Yet he still remained as a foot soldier, marching around in the dirt for drill. Marius could be a patient man, but even his deep and abiding feels for his lovely scholar/bookseller might not suffice for too much longer. He had given his allegiance to Skye and he meant to keep it. Still...............

Emeritus Memoria: Duties incurred from being the Lord Marshal were never ending; there was always something to be done. Thankfully, with the wintryseason, his times at home were far longer than not. When storms brought heavy
amounts of snow, Eamonn was happy to reside in Eohmark. However, once the white blanket melted, it was back to work. Eamonn made his rounds to the various cities within their local marshals for reports of activity and general
management of their cavalry units. Among his stops, one of them was the city of Turas Lan itself. Finbar, the dapple grey stallion, slowed to a stop as the tall blonde swiftly dismounted. The horse helm was removed from his head and
tucked under the armored arm. On cue, a stable hand came to take the stallion and the horses of his small company to the stables for warm lodging until they were ready to ride out again. When not at home, the marshal of Turas Lan
often found himself within the walls of the castle. But, Eamonn was not going to play
the guessing game of where they might be this time. Entering the castle, Eamonn asked for one of hired hands to find the man. In the meantime, those who rode with him headed Emeritus Memoria: for the kitchen in hopes to sweet talk the cooks of maidens for a bit of bread and perhaps ale

MariusdeBrabant: Marius had decided to head for the kitchen. The hot bread and butter was excellent, and the ale was better then most of the taverns. marketplace,as long as he did not have another incident like his previous trip. Then he thought about his Perhaps a bit to fortify him and then back to the brand new morning star. Maybe he could take it, and thunder over to the cavalry practice area. Certainly it would be a way to get some of the anger
out of him; on targets. And he could picture each of them as the Lord General. That would guarantee his hardest hits. On top of it all he had just received the most incredible communication from Austria. His head was quite agog
overe it; such an incredible turn of luck, or was it. The decision was already well and truly made, but it was still nice to see he could be appreciated.

Emeritus Memoria: The breads and ale of Skye were stout and quite unlike any other the Lord Marshal had ever tasted. While whiskey remained the preferred
beverage of choice, Eamonn found better use reserving it for traveling across the Isle. Geographically, Skye was small in comparison to most, but when it came to terrain and navigating the isle, the distance began to add
up. Eamonn followed his riders to the kitchen were some of the aged maidens were more than happy to accommodate. Setting the horse helm on the small table, Eamonn removed his gloves and pieced apart the slices of hot bread. Ale washed it down, and already on his third cup when another entered the kitchen. It was true, his residing in Heahburg--the capital of Eohmark--kept him away fromall the new faces within Turas Lan, Eamonn liked to know who shared a castle with his half-sibling. Hazel eyes lifted and a thick brow arched. "I have never seen you within these walls before. Just who might you be?" The lofty
blonde inquired flatly, pausing in his eating. Even as he lifted the mug of ale, his eyes never left Marius. The mug was placed on the table once more.

MariusdeBrabant: Marius turned toward the man seated at the small table. Gracefully he strode over to him. "I am Sir Marius de Brabant newly come in service to Skye. Whom do I have the honor of addressing? For I have never
seen you either within these walls" Marius looked the man over very carefully his

blond man seated before him. He saw a large, well boned, blond haired man,
obviously used to command. He also noticed the horsehair plaune on his helm,
which also denoted some position of command. He was intrigued, as this was
not one of the usual denizens of the castle. There was a slight smile on his
face the entire time. He had no intention of making an enemy for no good
reason.

Emeritus Memoria: That eyebrow arched even higher as he watched the man,
regarding and studying every facial expression that might have crossed the
stranger's face. Indeed, Eamonn's dress attire was far from that of the
military stationed in Turas Lan. All of his company dressed differently; true enough,
the pale horse hair plume made the rider stand out. Sir Marius...newly come.
Eamonn did not care for strangers and newcomers to Skye for most brought
trouble to the shores and having seen plenty years of service in war, Eamonn was
wary; by now, he had every right not be so. No smile rested on the Lord
Marshal's features, but then again it rarely did. A selected few coulc
warrant a small from the stoic
horseman. Eamonn was a serious man and it showed, but that
did not make him unkind or boorish. His eyes narrowed somewhat; studying the
man before his table...this 'Marius'. "Sir Marius de Brabant, I am called
Lord Eamonn of Eohmark. Pray tell, though, what service it is you bring
to Skye? Few visitors bring good tidings and good intentions. Why should I
think any different of you?" Eamonn asked plainly for he was a blunt man and
had no fear of speaking
his mind when the time allowed it.

MariusdeBrabant: Marius took an immediate liking to this man; he spoke
honestly and to the point. He himself never had any use for courtiers or
those who took a year to say what could be said in a few brief words. "I am a
belted knight, formerly in the service of the Duke of Austria. I came to Skye to
begin a new life. And you are I believe the Lord Marshal of Skye." He
immediately inclined his head in respect to the cavalry commander of Skye.
Perhaps this was the man who could aid him to being of more service to his new home.

Emeritus Memoria: Eamonn was a man born into the lower spectrum of the
hierachy; as far as he knew, his father was a simple horseman just like his
grandfather in Sevenwaters. Poetry, literature, and politics were not the
realm he so longed for. Since the age of nine, Eamonn was a soldier; he was a man of the horse and worked hard for what he had now. Why, he had not the time or luxury
to learn the written word; for his occupation he did not necessarily need to.
Foreign affairs; that was a tale Eamonn had little care or knowledge of. As
long as they meant no hard to Skye, Eamonn cared not for their politics and
games of the mind. His duty was to protect the shores of Skye and his family.
Thank God this Marius of Brabant was brief and to the point without idle
lyrical fillings to speech. A new life...Eamonn heard that story several
times..and most had been earnest. Perhaps Marius was as well? Eamonn was a
wary man, however, and it would take more to convince the Lord Marshal. "So seems to
be the reason travelers come to Skye these days. A new life...hopefully not a
life of ill-will and mischief." Eamonn remarked, leaning back in his chair a
bit more; hand upon his leather gloves. "You would be correct. I am the
Lord Marshal of Skye, defender of all those who take residency here. I shall
be frank with you, Sir Marius. Your former service, who you served, or where
you came from I care not about. I welcome those who come to this Isle to live
as free men live. But, should travelers come seeking trouble shall find their
voyage shortened. I will be the bane of the oppressors." Eamonn warned firmly
without so much as a blink. Picking up the mug again, Eamonn raised it to his
lips and downed it. Finishing it, Eamonn cleared his throat. "What sort of
life is it you seek here, Sir Marius?" Eamonn inquired, once more his
baritone voice was leveled.

MariusdeBrabant: "Lord Marshal, I am a fully trained mounted warrior. I
have also commanded a squadron of mounted warriors. I came to Skye seeking
honorable service in your forces. I have been assigned to the infantry, as a
common soldier. I did manage to have a day with the cavalry. I unhorsed their
champion with one lance and proved myself against all comers with a blade."
He added in a voice devoid of bitterness or any emotion. "I was returned to
the infantry." Marius continued to look the Lord Marshal squarely in the
eyes. There was something uncompromising in this man; something he would be
proud to follow. He did remind him somewhat in his totally unyielding manner
of his own father; a tougher man had never lived, but he did inspire loyalty.
And this one was the same.

Emeritus Memoria: Any man who had service as a mounted warrior instantly
caught Eamonn's attention. How much service Marius had seen remained
undetermined for he had not seen the man in action. Leaning back in the
chair, Eamonn listened to Marius quietly. To unhorse a champion was quite a feat, though jousting was something Eamonn had done a handful of times and found little
favour in it. But, there was much skill in the practice that was admirable.
Eamonn took note of the fact that throughout his talk, Marius did not dart his
eyes away--a sign of nervousness, fear, and lying. "A trained mounted
warrior? If this is so, what purpose would you have among warriors on foot?"
Eamonn ask. "It is one thing to unhorse a man in a joust..and quite another on the
field of battle. How many winters have you seen of service in war?" Liftng
his bearded chin a bit, Eamonn waited for the knight's reply.

MariusdeBrabant: Marius liked him even more his question was as the rest of
him no nonsense and to the point. "Lord Marshal, I began training with my
father when I was four years old, cleaning stables. By twelve I was a
mounted warrior in his service. I killed my first man before my thirteenth
birthday." He was not bragging, just stating fact. "When I was fifteen my
father got me into the service of the Duke of Austria. While I was in his
service I was awarded the accolade of knighthood. Until the age of 24 I was in his
service. I am of 25 years; so I would say I have been in service for 12
years." He added a bit quietly. "I do hope that I may continue in the
service of Skye for many years." He pursed his lips before he continued. "As to my
usefulness in the infantry, you must speak to the Lord General. This is to
post to where he has placed me, and I fear where I shall remain." He did not
add anything about the affront of placing a knight among raw peasant
boys who hope to escape the farm. He spoke for himself.

Emeritus Memoria: Facts that were very important to Eamonn; they were facts
that he did well to store in his mind. Marius had seen much action and
service in war if twelve years truly was the number. For Eamonn, it had been
more than seventeen years
of bloody warfare. But to hear that this man earned the
title of knight put much in Marius' favor. So many people were born into
titles they did not deserve; like Eamonn, Marius earned every bit of his
title. "Seems you have a life revolving around war. And you earned your title, that is
good." However, Eamonn paused. Where he feared he shall remain? Hmm. Eamonn
arched an eyebrow. "You are not content with your place among the infantry,
then?" He asked, lifting his mug as one of the kitchen caretakers came with
the pitcher of ale. Once it was filled, Eamonn quietly thanked the young man.

MariusdeBrabant: Marius considered quietly for a moment. "I was always
taught by my father that with regard to war, one should make the best use
possible of all his tools. Any peasant boy can be trained to carry a pike.
An experienced mounted warrior and a belted knight could be much better utilized."
At this point Marius sighed. Perhaps this one would listen. "Lord Marshal I
have commanded a squadron of one hundred mounted warriors in Austrian
service. You can see that such service as I have been given is hardly worthy of
such accomplishments." Well, he'd said it. Sink or swim, he'd said his
peace. Now he was ready to take the consequences, be they good or evil.

Emeritus Memoria: Eamonn bore no expression on his features as he stared at
Marius plainly. "True, but that peasant boy is still your brother in arms, no
matter what title or skill you hold." Eamonn replied, pulling the mug of ale
close to him. Marius' next words, however, were of particular use. "It
seems, Sir Marius, that placing you among the peasant boys was good afterall.
Perhaps it would teach you humility." And with that said, Eamonn took another
drink. "I will not deny that with such services under your belt is reputable,
but your services and accomplishments do not grant you instant titles here.
You have to earn them. No longer are you in Austria, Marius." Finishing his
drink, Eamonn rose from the table and picked up his helm. Tucking it under
his arm, Eamonn neared the young knight. "Before I came to Skye, I was a
knight just like you and in a great army. But, when fate placed him half dead
upon the sand, my title did little for me. I was placed within the calvary with
only a title beside a peasant boy. Yet I did not complain. Marius, you are
still young, younger than me. Do not think that the boy beside you who has no
title is less important than you. That is no attitude of the men we breed in our
army. Prove your worth, and perhaps your value will shine. If a mounted
warrior is what you seek, then perhaps soon we shall meet again. Your cavalry
could always stand for another spear. Prove to me that you have the makings of a
knight and horseman of Skye if so is what you seek." Reaching for his gloves,
Eamonn pulled them onto his hands and flexed his fingers. I shall be within
the city for one "I shall be within the city for one day. You have until
then to decide your destiny. Prove yourself to be a mounted knight worthy of
Skye...or remain in the infantry." With that said, Eamonn patted Marius'
shoulder before leaving the kitchen with his men to follow suit.

MariusdeBrabant: "Lord Marshal, what proof would you like? Speak yourself
to the cavalry officers here. They will speak the truth of my claims. All I
ask is the opportunity to prove myself." Marius's voice was both honest and
earnest. "Will youat least speak to them?"

Emeritus Memoria: Eamonn paused and turned his head to the side. "Then we
shall arrange a time so I might see the level of your skills. I will speak to
them, but actions speak much louder than words alone." Eamonn replied,
placing the helmet on his
head. Once it was fastened, Eamonn nodded curtly to
Marius. "Do not forget my words, Marius, about humility. Men of Skye are
humble and my riders live by the code that I have since I was a boy: duty
before thyself. Duty has many
meanings, all of which hopefully you know." And with that
said, Eamonn left the kitchen and moved down the hall to meet with the
Marshal of Turas Lan.

[mariusdebrabant]

Marius reported before dawn of the next day to the cavalry training area. Once again he was checked in. Because of the most rigorous inspection of his mount, arms, and equipage the last time, this day's scrutiny was more routine. There was definite approval for his new morning star. The day was quite chilly, but to Marius is was high summer, his heart was swelling with both pride and joy, as he saw the Lord Marshal looking down upon him. The knight from Austria prepared himself to do again all that he had demonstrated to the captains. Yet it was not necessary, as both officers cheerfully testified to his prowess and bemoaned the fact that he had been consigned to the infantry by the Lord General. The Lord Marshal listened carefully to both of them, but wished to see Marius perform for himself.

It was Marius by chance who gave him the opportunity. Requesting from the officer on duty, permission to try out his new morning star, he was directed to a side field where fully equipped dummies were waiting. And the emigre' knight put on quite a show this day. Wheeling, turning, he did maneuver his weapon, as well as his mount as if there were mere extensions of his own body. Marius was thoroughly enjoying himself and the new weapon as he effortless put himself, mount, and weapon through their paces. After going through the course twice, just for the pleasure of it, he reined in and trotted up to a spot below the Lord Marshal. "Lord Marshal, I am here to serve you, in any capacity you require." An affirmative nod of the blond head was all the acceptance he could have hoped for.

[mariusdebrabant]

Unto the High Lord, Duke of Skye Greetings:

It is necessary that I appraise you of this most recent communication I have received from the Empire. I have been recalled to service. Not only recalled, but offered the Imperial rank of Count, as well as the hand of a most eligible and heiress. Both wealth and extensive lands. Also promised was a high command in the Imperial forces.

This offer was all any warrior in my position could have wished. It was an admission of error and quite a promotion. Probably because Austria and the Empire need experienced warriors and commander at this moment.

I gave my allegiance to Skye unconditionally. I did not say that it was conditional upon anything or any post, thought I do admit to being ill used. Further I did not enter service, until a better offer came along. Even with this in hand, I am still your man.

In Service to Skye,
Sir Marius de Brabant

[Lord General Maahes Asad-Aziem]

"It is a good match." He spoke from behind, watching with a small smile from the crowd, arms crossed over his chest. With a nod he would have his second start out to make ready the papers. "He will shine best here."

With that the Lord General would offer a nod to Eamonn, before heading out back to work.

[mariusdebrabant]

They would undo us all; there are those whom we do not know, and those whom we do to which we have not listened. Do not think so little of us that we think little of you. We are all in this together.

Adam and Kamenwati:: Adam left Ebony Hall and rode his white horse around town, with no particular destination determined. All the while, he would see people coming and going, living their lives in peace and tranquility. This mixed with decisions as to what may soon turn into a full-blown war... especially one of the seas. He tugged the reins of the battle-horse and wheeled it into the stables of the castle. Dismounting, his long slow strides carried him into the corridors... As he walked along, he was shadowed by one hidden in the darkness... as he passed an intersection of the castle, the shadowed one stepped out and stopped the Mo'r Triath... Bowing down to one knee, Kamenwati, the Moroccan warlord, now hunted as a traitor, presumed dead, knelt before the Griffin of Scotland. "MiLord, forgive this humble one and pray yu smite me not." His hands were extended with palms upward, head bowed deep almost to the knee. Adam stopped abruptly and reached for his sword at the hip. Only when the man bowed submissively did he see he was no danger. "How did yu get in here?" : Kam did not look up... "MiLord, I shall explain all, but I must warn yu of yer request for trade with the Amir of Fez... May I speak freely MiLord?" "Rise, walk with me... and speak freely..." Adam bade the man freedom to rise and speak... Kam rose and took a position slightly to the side and rear of the Mo'r Triath... "MiLord... I have just returned from the lands of the Amir... and all is not well there..." And as the two men walked thru the halls, the man of the Desert spoke softly, and the words he uttered soon gave Adam a look of concern... followed by a few curses... Pausing in the corridor, Adam grasps a servant by the arm. "Summon th' Mo'r Okesula and the Lady Claramae tae the Great Hall... Ah shall bae there... oh and the Lady of the Letters tae..." then he released the young man and headed for the Great Hall with his unexpected visitor... e too Adam stood and waited and bade the dark skinned man to rise and follow him... standing upon the raised platform, Adam sat in the raised chair...:::::


Claramae and Beathag: "That is the way of it, your majesty. Upon the tide of this day I will be gone. They think me so already for benefit's sake. England shall not wait, and it is important to establish the reign of your husband as secure, let alone it is the gate way to Europe." The Mo'r Oukselo arched one brow at the herald 'your majesty' but it had always come out of the woman's mouth. Why should it be different now when the coronoation eve was to be planned, when a crown commisioned? Reality was different than assumption. Soon the Mo'r Oukselo would be in conjecture with Queen; to rule a land once so dispised she spit at the mention of it's name. To claim what was never to be claimed. How strange was it they all came to the dawn of another day that would define more than one life? Beathag was attired in her regal plain, for it was the Sabbath, the one Christian institution she utlized to her benefit. "Then gae ye must, Ah know ye've told Ahdam o' it but did he e'en realize ye are still here? At least ye may.." Tell him in person? Living persuasion was better than writ. The servant had come with expedition to convey the message of the two summons, surprised that he would have both at one pass. With a furrowed brow, the tone conveyed business which thus broke the Sunday institution. Ah well. It was not as if she pious. Leading the way to the room, the Lady of many heralds followed at a respective side pace. Claramae let out a sigh within the mind only;

Janice:The order had also called for the Lady of Letters whom for all the truth the words held was only a knight's wife, married to a knight whom both had minds wrapped around more of the situation than any believed. "This archive here Marius, is on lost clans. Is this truly how you would spend your Sabbath?" Pent in a library with beauty both could see, but what use was it when the mind was so addled? Escape. To the place that held as much an axe over their heads as Europe did. Lovely. It made precious little sense but she loved it here. What surprise was this that people combing through book rows were asking "Where is the Lady Viscreed..no no, the Lady de'Brabant, she is married aye. Have you looked with her husband, or in Church?" "Who would look for me on a Sunday?" Peering her head around the shelving, the servant instructed that the Mo'r Triath, the King, was calling. (d)


Adam and Kamenwati: Adam and Kam were discussing what was transpiring in Fez... the Amir had, for years been demoralizing his people to the extent of death and torture... The Amir had closed doors to outisders, with one tendecy... the French privateers... both set on securing the Pillars of Hercules... Adam leaned to the side, his elbow upon the chairs arm... "Then what is yae seek o'me, sir...?" Kam bowed his head... "I was born Egyptian... of a Moroccan Father... I come to see Lord General... but he is elsewhere...time is urgent MiLord... my ... wife... Briseis is enslved......" Adam looked at Kam and started to speak but was interrupted by the opening of the doors of the Great Hall...:::::

Marius: Marius with Janice on his arm marched into the Great Hall, his back straight and proud. He had done more then his duty to Skye already. Today would decide much; it was all up to the High Lord, or Duke, or King. Marius is a proud man, and normally he plays the game of court. Today, he was not sure just how he would react. It was all with the High Lord for good or ill today. Of one thing he was sure; he would not be dishonored or belittled this day. : Marius had had too many years of that behind it. (d)

Janice: Austrian paces were intense portions to keep up with when one's husband walked two full strides longer to her every one. Yestereve they'd gone to crosses again over the issue of what their place was in the kingdom, if such a place anywhere even mattered anymore. Proud the Austrian was. His wife had once called him arrogant, blind, and terrible in a heated argument where her body would be laid prostrate for the benefit of division between those she'd 'served' . She understood his weariness, even if she did not share his despair. The land had only given her sanctity, safety, and a chance to flourish but at what price was it paid? No one knew she had nearly given limb, life, and innocence. "Mo'r Triath." said the scholar, lowering herself before the royal, remaining as the Mo'r Oukselo entered with....Lady Laurence? Confusion painted features that remained lowered out of respect, but a letter announcing leaving put a bitterness inside her that might have rivaled even her husbands.

Beathag: "Husband n' King, good day..Sir deBrabant, Lady deBrabant." The other great hall chair was where she sat beside him, awaiting what would be said or decided. Claramae would stand not far from Janice. (d)


Adam: Adam looks at the knight with the lady, then looks to Kam... "yaer wife sir? My reports says yu killed her, burned the cottage down with her in it..." he rubbed his chin... "but we found nae body..."

Kamenwati: Kam interrupted... "MiLord, I did not kill her... we were attacked..." he raised his shirt and showed the scar...then a guard tapped his shoulder and made him wait to be allowed to speak... "My apologies MiLord..."

Adam: Adam shook his head and motioned the guard away... looking back to the knight and the translator... A smile crossed his face as Bess, his beloved wife... and Claramae... his beloved Governor entered the Great Hall... "Good day tae yae all..." as he watched Bess take her place, and the others paid respect... "This is Kamenwati... a leader of Morocco... banned as a traitor because he fell in love with the beauty of Skye... and a lass..." then he began to fill in the missing information about Briseis, the midwife, was not murdered by Kam, but enslaved by the Amir... and how Kam was almost murdered as well... "Sae yae see... Ah 'ave been betrayed by the Muslim King... and Lady Janice, I pray yu are well... and Ah apologize for wot yae been thru..." He pauses... "Ah bae much concerned... Fez is threatening the closure of the Strait... as well as Espania..." once again a pause... "AH want free trade for Skye and the NAtions... Ah wan tae be afore France n Spain in lead of trade... Ah know wot Ah want... how must Ah proceed?" He looks to Kam, then the others, one by one...:::::

Marius: Marius noted most carefully that he had not even been greeted by the High Lord said nothing. In fact it took the most determined effort on his part not to yawn. (d)

Janice:: Fye. Fye! Reign was granted by will of God as well as will of good men. Janice could have cringed at the absence of acknowledging unto the man whom stood more a stranger among them than Kamenwati. In truth she did her best not to to be hesitant of him for many men served the Mo'r Triath that were bronzed in color. Yet what if this one whispered poison in ears with a woman for his cloak of hiding? The thought, never put aloud, remained internal. The same could easily be said of her Marius, what if he came on behalf of the Holy Roman Empire? The story played out that made her eyes burn, her head ache. Her hands held fast to skirts as she lowered once more before rising. "No my lord I am not well." The question was answered truthful; she had been dreaming but the dreams were only the distance between truth and lie. Beathag's brow clenched in worry as she sought the issue. "What is yer whole trouble?" Janice wondered what lines were to be crossed; would her husband look a fool if his wife spoke or would she for ignoring royal issue? She glared at Claramae one moment before speaking. Damn it. Damn each and every one of them, all of them even Marius were pinning her. "I live in fear for the life of my husband and myself from no war upon your soil fought in dignity, but one in shadows too long allowed to go forward.My shop is rebuilt yet business is perilous to under-take. The burning is as much a mark as any brand that lasts. My husband seeks to make name for himself yet it will be very hard if an arrow detracts from his patrol or lessons with the calvary. He worries much, angers more. I tell him it is not Austria and all are given accord for their service, but he has nearly died more times since his short time here..than I can count. I am used to intrigues. It is in my lineage My Lady and Lord. But he has information and as have I..that is made to go slowly, too slowly. At this rate , both of us will die before you even hear the full extent of either of our tales. Pardon my hardness, pray it not offend you. But no, I am not fine." She rose to find that Claramae wore as much of an expression that allowed for her surprise as control would give.

Beathag:"Ah've heard your plight told tae me by the Lady Laurence, as the full collection o' things.Are ye still nay made any more safe nor content? Twas m'belief all such information was shared twixt yerselves in the Grandmaster. Tae be given then untae the Lord. Wot has gone amiss? Come, Lady tell meh, why are they sae hardened?"

Claramae: Claramae stepped forward to meet the glaring eyes of one and the bored of another. "Sir deBrabant believes the Order in error for what places were infiltrated upon the Island, for what business conducted thus far. It is not merely the personal interest of his wife he has, but his own, of Skye as well. His wife keeps some skill for your husband's use, though as you know it is my belief that things were handled poorly upon all levels. He has information to which as I have said, your majesties, it is better her gives you for it is his full detail to give." She took no credit for his discoveries, nor wanted them. Was he angered then at what was done to him prior, or electing a nation findingits feet? "My personal ideals of the man are that he is skilled for surviving what he has, given he was in sights of Castillian assasins. Quick, industrious, useful, clever, strong. If not brash. Impatient. But given the conditions to which his wife doth speak, who would not be? So then, Sir. Will you take your chance and accord? Your information along with mine, will be essential. I am going to England on this day's very tide to combat it there." She studied him, a mannerism which made Janice wish to slap her so hard it would resonate. While she gave Marius his due, why had she lied and said she left yesterday?

Beathag: "Husband, is there somewot ye have missed nay hearin' the tale full as by those who have lived it? If there is more, and with wot yer man here says..the situation is..dire." (d)

Marius:"Oh indeed much has been missed, but that is what happens when lies are told. It is not my opinion, but rather fact that the Order has failed most grievously. And of course they cannot even see what is in front of their faces and upon their own doorstep. A master spy has set up headquarters right here in the capital and has managed to penetrate the castle itself. This information came from my initial investigation of the ransacking of the book store. Two men had come ashore. One fled that very night, after having murdered the two locals he had hired while they were in our custody. And then I traced his companion to the castle where he attempted to gain entry as a servant, but the lady who is head of household did not accept him, but she remembered him well. Something did not suit her about him; she has a good sense of such without question. Then I found that the servants usually go to the Blue Boar Tavern.A few discreet question and I found a man answering to his description, sometimes calling himself James of Lincoln, had been befriending them at this place using some free ale and such. The castle is well and truly penetrated; he obtains much information and is not suspected, nor even seen in the vicinity. I might add that tracing him is most difficult, he changes is lodging frequently, almost every day. I reported this some time ago to the Lady St. Laurence, and yet I believe he is still at large and transmitting information to his employers overseas. I was also bothered by the assassins who first attempted the life of Lady Janice. After receiving permission I went on patrolbut not the usual locations. I went out to the fishing villages on the coast, who seem never to be visited. I was not surprised to hear that through the fishing fleets enemy agents come and go on a regular schedule. The two assassins in question came this way. In fact they were met by a party with horses for them. And the man who has penetrated the castle was one of them. In the background were more, but one of them at least was a woman, whose description fits that of the one who made the second attempt on Lady Janice's life. In this case my life was also to be ended. Fortunately I survived and foiled both attempts. While on patrol, I scattered gold to the villages and informed them that you would be most understanding. No punishment for prior acts, but we must know if any more come to our shores. The fisherman also informed me that smugglers using a few regular coves, also bring in such folks, also upon a regualr basis." At this point Marius takes a very long breath before he continues. "Yes, there is more. Your diplomatic activities with Morocco have engaged the interest of the Papcy. The Order had no idea of this until I brougtht them a message, another offer of emplyment for myself and the Lady Janice, and hers bore the Papal seal, which Lady St.Laurence did authenticate after a most rigorous examination. I have done service at personal risk without any to assist me for none would. When I gave this information to Ebony Hall, I was patted on the head and told to go home. I am at present taking the necessary steps to secure our coasts and perhaps even to allay Papal fears. I have not done this from orders. There were none to give them; so I took it upon myself to take these measures to serve Skye as I promised. Yet here I am treated like I do not exist and have done nothing. I am still not trusted. None in the military or in other areas will allow me to prove myself, yet I believe I have given proof enough. " He has spoken long and he has said his pieace. Now that High Lord can do what he will or not, and Marius truly expects it will be the not. (d)


Adam: Kamenwati stood to the side, his head bent well down... His countrymen would call them infidels... especially the King n Queen... for they took no religion... but he stood silent, the beliefs of his countrymen meant nothing to him... for Briseis calls Skye hiome... and his was with her... for now, he yearned for her safety...and freedom... Adam looked at Lady Janice and Claramae... glancing only to Bess, "Aye tis dire... and mistakes at the highest levels were made... but past is past and wot we do determines our future... and that is the decision that may right all..." then the knight spoke and Adam focused his attention on him... Then he looked at the knight... "Sir Marius... I had heard good about yer skills... but yet have I seen decisions that would make or break this country... at least none that are unsalvageable..." Adam's Gaelic overtones now disappeared and the clear English came forth... Sea-green eyes looked deep into this man... Hard he was, skilled as well... but he was a nut to crack, if his wife bethrashed him as well... goodFingers interlaced, Adam listened... "Sir Marius... I laud yer accomplishments as noted so far... but realize that no castle, nor city, regardless of how large is impenetrable..." he glances to Claramae then back to Marius... "I see yu are motivated by love... but even love must take a backseat to duty... I just wish yer diligence was motivated more for country than lady... but truly I understand..." looking to Bess and back to Marius. He looks to Claramae... "Has yer order failed M'Lady?" Meanwhile, Kam listened... and felt remorse for his kinsmen... to know even while they speak, hundreds die or are enslaved... The knight speaks of attempts on his and his woman's lives, yet she is not enslaved as his is... His stomach churned as he listened, knowing full well the Amir was sweating all over his Briseis as he stood listening... When Marius spoke of the Papacy, Adam cringed... he hated the mass influence the Pope had over people... and as yet, had repelled most of the Papal Bulls...Adam looked to Marius... "M'Lord... I, and Skye thanks you for your endeavors... and selfless duty..." Calling to Brom... "Alert 10 men to ride under Sir Marius..." then he looks back at the knight... "M'Lord, yu swear fealty to Skye... and yu shall have 10 men under yer command... with orders to keep these Spaniards from my shores... free reign... answer to only me or Lady Bess..." he looks to Bess, then back to Marius... "M'Lord... I do pray yu shall expect nothing from Skye... should yu have better offeres, remember yu are a knight, nay a mercenary... and I shall hold yer fealty til death or release by me..." Adam stands... "Come forth and swaer fealty... an' Ah shall accept it readily..." op He looks to Lady Janice and Claramae... "Yu both shall be witnesses and swear by the books with yuer seals..." He motions for Marius::::::: lly he

Marius: "Your Majesty, I will most happily swear allegiance to Skye, and I do not need the ten men for the coastal work. And in truth, the cavalry does come under the command of the Lord Marshal, and it would not be right to accept such a command directly from you. He would be properly slighted. I am at present working with the Elite Ranger. If that is acceptable to you? " Kneeling in front of the High Lord "I do hereby give my Allegiance to Sky and pledge fealtyto Adam Aberdeen, High Lord and Duke of Skye. I am his man till breath leaves my body." (d)'

Adam: Adam smiles... "I nay said yu needed them M'Lord... only should yu use them...they are at yer disposal..." he chuckles... "Aye tis true... but I command all my armies..." he laughs... "Brom, order 10 men to the Ranger Elite... let her decide what to do..." then he looks to Marius and moves forward. Adam looks to Marius as he kneels... drawing his sword, he speaks... "By the power vested in me as Mo'r Triath..." he raises his sword and taps the man's shoulder... " and as Protector of all the Gaelic Nations... I accept yer offered fealty... " then he taps the other shoulder..."and from this day forward... yu shall be a Knight of Skye and the Gaelic Nations... Rise Sir Marius deBrabant..." back in Skye as soon as possible Lady Claramae... England is first to be secured... then back to Skye with me..." he smiled, knowing she had a large task ahead of her. Looking at Kamenwati... "Sir, yu shall have yer meeting with Lord General... I shall give him authorization to handle Fez... with yu as an advisor to Skye on Middle Sea affairs..." Kam just smiled, his head down. "Allah be praised. Thank you MiLord..." :::::

Claramae: "If I may your majesties, Sir deBrabant may also have use of The Order's private arms, should it please him. We are not infallable, I acknowledge error where error is had, we are stretched to think M'Lord High King and that is the crux of it. But soon it shall not be that way. For home I shall be, to manage things properly." Sorschal had not been the same since the attacks some years ago, and it was more important than ever she return home to secure the legacy anew. "He is also given permission to access those I have...quartered, in prison, for my use of information. My notes sir, readily at hand for you when you call upon the Hall." He would be given access to her personal notes, she thought more of him than he did of her. But it was the case of most men.

Janice:Janice had observed the ceremony with tears in her eyes! Oh, how she released her anger while seeking to throw herself upon the High Lord's hem to kiss them! What was done in shadow could come unto the light. She lowered her head in silent thanks to the royal man and unto God for this day. But one shining light in a dark sea. What then would she offer. "There is more High Lord. The infiltration of James of Lincoln, it needed funding, it comes from two Templar men. Not of your kith sir, no, they betray you not, but they are two Spaniards who seek to give the Templar what they believe it needs, a place in Europe again, within the pope's eye. It is they who are grooming Spainish interest against you sir, and using the hospitality of their brothers for sin. They have sequestered information within the libraries that would condemn you and begin an Inquisistion. I have seen it, and lifted a pair of maps that tell of some of their old treasue ships come to spanish shores. It is how they fund the assains, hoping one of the two houses founded will be the one to have a new era. Should it please you my Lord..let me, with your man's help, steal from the Spanish what they would seek to steal from you. If my Lord will pardon the theft within his own archives, against a foreign body. I am fluent in spanish, as well as arabic. My hands are yours to command to write your will in any tongue...and my head yours to maintain your secrets in." (d)

Adam: Adam looked to Claramae... "Whatever yu must do...do it..." acknowledging her talents would not go unused. "Get home as quickly as possible, leaving England safe for Skye..." Listening to Lady Janice, Adam frowns..."Should yu need assiatnce with Templars, seek out a man named Jacques Armand... he could help yu..." Adam offered a slight smirk. "That is all I can tell yu..." he winked at her. "Thank you for all yer effort M'Lady..." :::::::

Marius: "High Lord, forgive me, but I feel compelled to strain your generosity once again. I do not ask for myself. Lady Janice has served Skye faithfully, and never more then her uncovering of the Templar conspiracy in the other castle. I know that she is a lady by virture of her marriage to me. I ask you to do her honor for her own sake, and for the services she has done for the realm." Marius is nervous as he speaks. He has never been one to curry favor or beg for them either. Yet this was a matter of honor to him; it demanded to be said. And he did, even if it was to his own discredit. Yet she should have the honors she deserves on her own account. (d)

Janice: "I seek nothing...but what is given me." Which was the sweet one's problem entire, or for what she worked for she sought nothing more though gave ten times of that. She held her skirts in hand before releasing them to hold nervous hands that twitter. "What more could ever be? You have given my husband such pride and allowed us our marriage.."

Adam: Adam smiled and looked at Bess... shaking his head... "Yae knaew luv, tis so many people in Skye that bae great... lands abroad bae jealous Ah think..." then he looks back to Janice... "Lady Janice... come froth, and kneel..." he smiled... ::::

Beathag and Janice:: "But from those tha' speak of her, my lord husband..she is the heart o' them within the Ebon Hall. She has translated many documents fer many things, and even now helps m'poor scribe Brecon ap Gwyilliam from her own heart..." Beathag could not agree more. Those that served did so out of love more so than requirement, out of a spirit of universal belief. The girl was so nervous she didn't move! Beathag smiled, lowering to take Janice's hand. "M'lady.... thank you." She fell upon her knee with a measure of grace, and held herself steady.(d)

Adam: Standing Adam moved forward... watching janice kneel, he placed his hand upon her head... Jaince Olivia deBrabant... by the powers vested as Mo'r Triath... I call forth yer work as a translator and scribe as "Lady of Books and Archives for the Court of Skye..." he smiles... "Rise Lady Janice..." glancing to Claramae, Marius, and Bess... "Yu all are witness this day... and as susch place yer seal upon the books for the Archivist..." he winks at Janice...:::::

Claramae: Once Claramae put her seal upon the books as witness to both knight and archivist, for once in a rare day she let a smile grace her lips. One that near brought Beathag to her feet, and stole Janice's heart for something on the woman was not beauty of terror, but of pride. She went forward and kissed Janice's forehead, before turning to place a hand to Marius' shoulder. "You will take care of one another, won't you? Remember, use the household's private arms to assist you. Your James of Lincoln has a font of information from England, so I will cut off it's head. As for the other notes, they have been left for you upon my desk in Blue Castle, you know well enough of the Hall.." To know thearea around her private areas were rigged. England called, and with it the woman would simply leave as any whom have business are want to do.

Janice:As for Janice? A hand upon her head kept her from leaping to her feet in astonishment. Lady of Books and Archives? All the treasures of the land at her fingertips? She could have fainted! Once she was privy to rise...she went to stand beside her husband in abseloute shock. "Th..thank you..your majesty, I shall honor you as you have..honored me." She held Marius' hand (d)

Marius: Marius stands there now, glowing with pride not for Griffin knighthood, but for the honor done to Janice, a noble lady now in her own right as well as his wife. God has been good to both of them this day. He simply could not help himself . He bowed to her Lady Janice de Brabant, Lady of Books and Archives for Skye. He could just look into her eyes; perhaps for both there were tears. Marius did manage to tear himself away for just a moment to speak to Lady St. Laurence. "Rest assured lady that to defend Skye, I shall use any tool at my disposal. I wish you good fortune in England; I think you will need it." Turning back to Janice, he gently tood her hand, both of them gracefully backing out of the Great Hall. Once outside, he retrieved his weapons from Brom, and there was a full armed handshake. And a silent promise by Marius to get this man into any unit he would command. With Janice they they then went out of the castle to their mounts and back to their own home for a well deserved night of celebration and relief for them both. (d)