The Case of Tial MacDonald <Open for All to Write>

[Queen Beathag Aberdeen]

[In the second night of the wedding festivities, while some continued to delight in the castle's brightness, some were called away to look in on a death that occurred at the Pubs at Dockside. The nature of it would need be handled with discretion. As the party went on, some discovered themselves, others found those who were lost. Beathag and Eamonn would find the dead.


Eileen: Wilhemia saw them dancing, cavorting under the bright banners as they wore fine clothes, ate fine foods, and laughed in the night time as if tomorrow would never come. Mayhaps she would see, then, the only one beyond the merriment the leaving of the Lady of the House. A servant passed her, one of Aida's relations by way of a niece to Lililian, speaking to Wilhemia with a grin, " Ye've come again! God, your cheeses were divine!"



Anulia: Anulia held onto his hand as they moved, all their robes swirling about behind them as the material allowed air to move about and the skin underneath to breath. She loved the way they wore clothing unlike the others here. Clothing was not binding to the two she was in company of and allowed her to move, but covered up more then her own people's clothing did, for she was left mostly bare save for the items of a woman only. Whne they reached the table of vast foods she unlaced her fingers from Aman-ud-Din's and watched as he took a plate, doing the same before she wondered about from him, moving down the table on the opposite side of him so she could gather fruits and veggies that she knew now from him showing her how to eat them. She paused when a larger, dark haired male stood in the way and looked up for a moment before moving around him carefully and going on as he watched her with curiousity for a moment, looking down to her strange, but beautiful dress before looking back to the unbound curls and then away.



Ophelia: Accepting the protection offered, Ophelia smiled her appreciation. At one time, her whereabouts and well-being had never been an issue...but now she was with real people, people who gave a damn about more than their next great extravaganza. "I thank you all...so much." A little shaken by their sincerity, Ophelia managed to master the little quiver that rippled through her voice.



Eamonn: As he stood off to the side and conversed with his sister in a low tone, Eamonn frowned deeply. Nodding, he placed a hand upon her sboulder. He was not about to let his sister, who was newly married, slip off alone, guard or not.



Wilhemia: She very nearly came out of her skin at being caught so.. as she blushed and chuckled to the lass. " aye.. an thank ya.. glad ta hear ya'll likes it so.." She tiptoed a bit to spy the lady departing.. though she wouldn't speak on it.. but.. well.. " Is all well , here? " She asked in a hushed tone then looked back to the maid.



Eamonn: Eamonn was protective, especially when it concerned family. Haze eyes turned to the man as he informed her that the horse was ready. "Fetch my horse. I will accompany the lady Beathag." He said sternly, turning back to his sister.



Eileen: "Goodness knows.." she shook her head, a bobbing of brunette curl against the cheek. She , too, wore her best array even if it was her second best chemise, died a light green, a rarity mind you for it cost a good pay, with her darkest blue bodice n' skirt over it. " Things ne'er truly still here! The walls seem to talk Wilhemia. Come on, lets see what they say The party is for everyone all over the country! You live in this country, oh come on!" she was going to get that girl yet! They'd talked in the kitchen over all manner of things, she held her up, actually. Eileen loved to talk.



Eamon: Straightening, the guard nodded and was off to fetch Finbar.



Aislin: Aislin moved Sorcha up to her shoulder, letting the little legs kick out gently and try to walk it seemed before Aislin helped the baby by holding her hand under her rump and keeping her steady so the child looked over her shoulder to the table filled with foods and those there. Mainly finding that dark haired man and cooing to him as if she were calling out for him. "It be all we know. noble we may all be by title now, but our blood calls out to the lower Beloved Souls: class giving us more insight on kindness when it seems to few." Sorcha was rocked slighlty, making her turn her head to press her face in her mother's slender neck and smear savlia all over her bare skin, but Aislin did not mind.



Beathag: Erstwhile Beathag nodded to her brother as they seemed in agreeance, she moved toward a way out that was covert so the great doors of the front would not open and announce them.



Wilhemia: Eileen... :she whispered though not much she could say after being tugged along here as she kept up directly behind the lass, curious as a kitten as she moved along, the blue eyes wide as she looked like a vagabond Silenced Honor: comparied to any and all within.



Beathag: To a side door, opening into the warm air. Caldonhan was brought up along with Finbar, reigns given to her ladyship with a bow. She checked beneath the hidden drape that denoted the massive stallion as her own, beneath his livery was indeed a sword. Hitching her skirts, she would mount full stride.



Aman-un-Din: Seeing Anulia move about to fill her plates with the many types of food that rested on the table. Aman-ud-Din smiled softly to himself, glad to see her so happy and having a wonderful time. That was a good thing to see, especially since the realization that she was alone now, though not anymore so to say. Picking up a plate for himself and Tahirah, he moved about, picking up foods that he knew about, piling it on for both him and Tahirah to share. Most of it was finger foods, those that did not require cutting. Fruits, vegetables, and rolls. A bit of lamb was even placed upon the plate, which he would cut for her and she would be able to eat what she wished. Ashe moved, he noticed that another gentleman was staring at Anulia, chocolate hued orbs glanced between them carefully, keeping an eye on her and the strange male, so to say.


Eirian: " Aye, and Ophelia it is important all be well with you.." she claimed her hand and smiled most warmly, giving a little sigh as she watched the opulence go on around them hour after hour, " I have seen this world near to eight years and it never settles to really be apart of it. You ne'er forget where you come from."



Eileen: "Oh come on Wila! Ya aren't a girly cat unless you purr n' drink the cream! " Eileen captured them so they could go on in and get themselves a little bit of drink. " It's just punch Wila, nothings in it except the fruit, but it is so bubbly!"



Beathag: Kendrew said to Eamonn, " We are going to the dockside, My Lord General," he mounted his own horse to the rear right of the Lady as her brother's horse had been brought to ride at her close, immediate right.



Wilhemia: " My da is gonna kill me.. " She mumbled but well followed in any way. The small smile appeared on her face.. as she took the cup from Eileen.



Eamonn: Eamonn followed Bess out of a side door where they would not be noticed leaving. Hopefully this would not take long, byt there was no telling, and Eamonn did not want his sister to be alone with just a guard, no matter how dutiful he was. Eamonn gave his word to Adam that he would watch over Bess, and he meant that. The tall General descened the steps, and seeing that his horse was ready, he thanked the man with a curt nodd and swiftly mounted. Swinging up onto the back of that stallion, he wheeled him around with one hand gripping the reins. Hazel eyes turned to Kendrew, and nodded. "Then let's be off. This cannot wait." And with that, he spurred Finbar onward toward the docks in with the steed of his sister.



Wilhemia: " Sae many people here.. " she half whispered.. Gods.. there were more here then in her village! As she eyed the crowd.. and the soft inhale was taken as she quickly stepped behind Eileen. " Dun't ya dare move.. I means it Eileen.. " As she peeked over the woman's shoulder.



Anulia: Nothing more then the look was passed for the male did not try and advance in his actions in the least. Simply looking to a beauty from another land and moving on with his drink and conversation that seemed to take him away. Anulia did not notice and kept moving until she rounded the table back to her two companions and they found a table together. She sat by Aman-ud-Din, brushing a slender , robe covered leg against his own by accident and leaving it there to touch without thinking about it as Tahirah sat to his other side and waited with a bouncing glee for the food. She talked a good deal, but Anulia could not understand because she had yet to learn their language, still she knew the child was happy and that was all that mattered. Eyes now were able to glance about at all the different people here. At one point, she reached her hand to let finger tips touch Aman-ud-Din's bare flesh on the top of his knuckles before pointing to a male in full armor it seemed. A hand gesture was made, moving down the front of her chest as she asked what it was and why it was on the male.



Eirian: " It is good ye made Ophelia seem some light, Aislin, I am so glad that you did. She's so gentle right now," said of one gentle hearted soul to another, but Eirian had the advantaged curse of knowing the cruelty of a world for more than just the breaking of a heart. If one could prevent fire, they should remove an exposed bit of kindling that could spark.



Wilhemia: That horrible guard from earlier that afternoon.. and the poor guy had a nice shiner to go along with his nasty little joke. Well, she was right when she said it.. he deserved it. hmph.



Eileen: " I won't go anywhere, Wila, perish the thought...besides.." said Eileen with a saucy air, " I have a good few from here of that man in a kilt. God alive..what legs." The guard beyond scoffed at Wila to which Eileen chuckled. Oh, the man stood transfixed when looking at her bosom! She turned just so he wouldn't catch a peek, hmmph!



Wilhemia: "what kilt? " Oh come on she wasn't dead! As she peered out from behind Eileen to veiw the fellow.. then looked up at his face and ack. .caught! The guard looked over at her with a half hearted sneer then drew himself up and began to make his way towards them. " Oh blitherin hounds.. " she complained as she looked about to find a way to hide from this fellow.



Aislin: Aislin gave a wider grin of those thin lips to Eirian as she spoke on the light shined to Ophelia when the girl moved off to head back home." Aye, but what be it when they do nay listen. Ah'll never understand such. People believe their gods will come down from the heavens and save them from physcial harm. Ah respect the gods ye all worship..really ah do, but ah think they are meant to heal mental anguish..nay physical." it was of course her opinion.



Beathag: "Hip Hip!" Caldonhan responded to his mistress' clucking in his ears, the pressure of her heels causing him to go off into a quick stride. No one took notice of their leaving down the side road that connected into the network of Turas Lan streets.



Aman-un-Din: Because he knew nothing of the man, Aman-ud-Din was making sure that the man did not make a pass at her or overstep his boundries. The people here were perhaps a bit more tolerant here than they had been in Inverness to him...or else it was simply a many with his features that gave troubles. Whatever the reasons, he thanked the Lord that all the man did was look and walk away. No trouble on this festive night, that was as it should be. The trio made their way to a vacant table, and Aman-ud-Din helped Tahirah into a chair before seeing to Anulia, as a gentleman should, and once she was seated, he sat down as well, making sure not to bang his knees on the underside of the table, which had happened before. Seated now, he pulled out that curved dagger of his and sliced up the lamb. Tahirah helped herself to the plate as she talked and ate in between. Aman-ud-Din cut a fig in half, and felt her leg brush against his own, and fingers upon his knuckles to get his attention. At first he arched a brow and tried to understand. Eventually, he did. "Armour. Body Armour. Hard metal." He replied, before eating some of the fig, carving out the meat that was editable and offering some to her.



Eirian: " Tis nay we believe God will come down and protect us, or the gods will heal every injury, but the knowledge we are protected by Spirit is what guides, us, strengthens us, and such. But no Goddess or God suffers long the fool, no matter the innocence," Eirian was devout and that was no mystery, but the hands of man were oft closer than the will of God.



Wilhemia: Of course not to be the sort to appear to be hiding she lifted her brow at the man as he approached. The comment was made of having a good arm. " Ya got whut ya deserved.. steerin me wrongs like ya did.. makin me looks a fool. " Of course the guards comment was something along the lines of a dance to make up for it.. as Willa cast an alarmed glance to Eileen.. "…um.. "



Eileen: Eileen and Wila were caught at an impass! " Go on Wila! He is mighty handsome, and besides, he is the dolt. He will look at your face and forget he called you simple!"



Aislin: "Aye. that be what ah mean. We still should take our own steps to keep us safe...there be a lot of us for the god or gods, goddesses to look after. Pardon me my friend..Sorcha smells a bit rank at current and ah suspect the reason will come soon enough as to why." she said as she rose and moved from her friend to head upstairs to her room and change Sorcha.



Wilhemia: Oh so much help she was.. as she stared at the maid.. and then back to the man then back to Eileen.. Oh she would SO get her back for this. The cup was set down… Silenced Honor: as she whispered her threats, as idle as they may be to Eileen in passing.. as she gave the guard a small nod. Jus don't let her Da come lookin for her!



Eileen: Eileen only wanted to get the girl to have a little fun! Why taste the milk when you could have the cow, was her logic. For herself so that way her friend wouldn't be alone, she took up a nearby man to turn a time or three with! Besides, the eyes of a falcon were had because of watching her Grace's children with her elder cousin Aida,so she could watch for the old coot of a father, and her own mother. You know, she did like to flirt! Mumma and Aunt Lillian wasn't too keen on too much, thought it made her look tawdry.



Wilhemia: Oh how lovely really.. as she stepped more on the man's feet then not. How often did you think she danced! " Sorra.. " She mumbled.. alot. The spry music continued and the poor guard was getting abused! The turn was made with the music as she attempted to spin about, but managed to elbow the man in the ribs.. soon after was the stepping in close.. and there went his foot again. The cursty and bow? She came up just a bit quicker then he.. and managed to bash his face with the top of her head Thank the heavens for the circle as she looked at Eileen " I think I gaves him a bloody nose.. " She whispered.



Eileen: Thank God it was time for the ladies to dance hand in hand in the middle of the circle! Saving toes was important! Hand in hand she now let herself ask, " Oh come on, it isn't so bad is it? Ye know you're having more fun than watching polywogs on a hot day! " That is, if Wila didn't bash her own head in!



Wilhemia: Eileen.. why did that man draw on his face? Did he loose a bet? " She asked with a hushed tone and pointed to the arabic man. Well it didn't seem all that normal to her. While the dance continued and that poor guard seemed to wince everytime the little country lass came near him, Willa finally managed to slip away from the gentleman. The look of relief on her face and his.. as he sought a cloth for his nose and some daring little woman was willing to sooth his hurts. Which was well and fine. She merely stood watching the rest with the small grin. There were tales her mother told her once of such grand parties and such, though she found it difficult to imagine her father mingling in which such a crowd. Her eyes flickered back towards the door the Lady and warrior had departed from. It was unusual indeed for them to slip away in the midst of a party.. though she was likely to do the same.



Eileen: What did Wila do?! The guard was grumbling, muttering, and totally moving away which made Eileen chortle. "Wila you postively charmed him to pieces," or was that stomped, rocked, and beat him to pieces?



Beathag: Winding streets turned this way and that, but Caldonhan did not lose his footing. Over the cobblestones he went until parved passage gave ways to the resiliant echo being muted over wood. Kendrew turned his head to watch the rear of them lit in amber streets by the time Beathag and Eamonn came close to the pubs. No one gave rise to anything suspicious, but that had been the tone, was it not? Men moved in and out, some drunk, others only a stich more sober



Wilhemia: Her eyes had been on that distant door as she blinked and looked back to Eileen. " Hm? Oh bother him.. seems he had a lass jus waitin ta takes care o' him. " She snorted softly as she chewed absently on the inside of her jaw. " I oughtta go Eileen.. me Da is gonna maighty upset with me iffin I dun't get back soon. "



Eileen " Alright. Nothin' ventured, nothin' gained, and you ventured alot! It was good havin you about...oh my.." she fluffed her her hair assembled into its pinned coif. " Aunt Lilian is probably rolling her eyes for I've more than taken leave..but times like this aren't every day!" She giggled with a wink to a passing boy, he nearly fainted that the castle's flirt would even notice! He didn't get fresh though, for Eileen may have been a tart but her knickers stayed fast in place. No need to go whorin' about. This wasn't a brothel, afterall.



Eamonn: As always, the General's face was serious and somber. No smile of indication of previous merriment lingered upon his features. That mask came out always when he was on duty, that hardened warrior that was Eamonn was quick to appear upon his features. He had been a soldier more than half his life, that was not about to go away because of the addition of a family. Now he had more reason to defend this place, he wanted his child to grow strong and as a free people. He wanted that for every else's child as well. The tall blonde sat atop the dapple grey stallion as they moved down the streets, turning corners this way and that, the clippity-clop of hooves upon the stone path. When they finally did come to the pubs, the stoic warrior glanced upon those that left drunk with a disapproving gaze. Irresponsible. If one must get drunk, it was better suited for the home where no one had to see their faces. Rolling his eyes, he waited for Bess to give next direction.

[Queen Beathag Aberdeen]

Odis Schleitz: The man had stormed the castle, in a manner of speaking. The dark eyes livid with anger. He had sent her on one simple errand.. and it seemed she could not even do that to the measure of his words. Odis Schleitz: The long strides were taken in while he moved through the crowd that lingered here and there due to their party. These people likely filling her head with drivel and frivilities. He could not afford the things she would see here.



Odis Schleitz: The dark eyes flickered over the room to catch that little blond of his, and nearly growled as he set his coarse with a flat stare. " Wilhemia Katherine" The voice nearly boomed over the crowd.



Eileen: "Wila, will ya come back on your next delivery?" Oh she was going to talk, oh but you see..oh my...she tapped her poor friend's arm in order to say "Wil..Wila, I think you did stay too long." A cross Papa was a terror of a Papa.



Wilhemia: She had begun to giggle at the flirting and the stumble the lad had taken.. until that voice cut through all the joy of the moment. The eyes went wide as she dared not turn to face him. " I dunno.. " was all she could manage as she slowly turned to face Odis. " Da.. it ain't what ya think.. "She began though that look froze her to the spot in which she stood.



Beathag: The blonde woman of imposing stature dismounted the horse in one swoop of leg over the side to touch the wooden dock. In such a ride she'd left, that no cloak was grabbed, nor gloves,leaving her hands a raw chap of exposed red. Kendrew and Roric assumed formation on opposite sides. It was evident the General was taking the forefront position beside his sister.



Odis Schleitz: " It isn't? I asked you to do one thing. ONE.. to make a delivery. I was not aware that it would be such a difficult task for you to accomplish. " The words were ice cold and likely cut through the merriment around him much like a hot knife through butter. The glance was given to the maid beside her , the small shake of his head was given. " It was a mistake. We are going home. " He stated quietly.



Aislin: Moving back down from her room, she settled Sorcha against her left shoulder she came back and noticed the blond girl that had been wondering about and a larger male, that seemed as stoic as Eamonn. Aislin never truly put herself in other's business, but this time, she could not help but say something. What to say? She looked between one to the other in the distance and sighed gently.



Eileen: Poor Wila! Eileen looked over to her father and felt as if she could just die right on the spot. Just die! A little guilt nipped at her good time as she offered, " It is my fault, sir, really it is. The party was for everyone all over and I told her to stay a little while...I really am so sorry." she mouthed her apology even to Wila. Oh dear.



Wilhemia: " But Da.. I.. " She started to speak again, but that expression as she set her new found cup back down and glanced to Eileen with a vaguely embarassed expression as she slipped past her Father. " yes sir.. "



Eirian: She even bobbed a curtsy to the man with downcast eyes, besides he was her elder. Always respect your elders Eirian had her fill of dancing long ago, happy into another cup of juice, this one of sparkling pear when Aislin arrived from her chambers. Company was sorely desired as the table of people had since diminished with the lateness of the evening or varying reason. On the edges of the conversation she lingered in order to ascertain what quickly became clear: A concerned, angry father taking his admonished daughter home. Aislin's idea seemed plausible. Perhaps if he lingered, and under his watchful eye, she could take a little flight?



Aislin: Finally, Aislin thought of something to say and moved towards the male. "Sir..ye look like ye could use a drink perhaps. It be free to guest if ye would like one, even to take with ye.." then again, would the male drinking be a good thing? She had no idea what kind of father he was besides being strict. Sorcha cooed as she heard the noise and people speaking but was looking over Aislin's shoulder and unable to see. "We encourage everyone to stay and have a bit of the bliss that has been shared with the wedding that has passed."



Odis Schleitz: Odis was furious, as any worried father would be. Anything could have happened to her.. then to find her sipping a drink in the middle of a party? " Young lady, it is hardly your place to accept the blame of her actions. "



Eamonn: The General dismounted from his stallion, and Finbar sighed softly. Once both feet were upon the ground, he followed after his sister, upon her right side, one gloved hand placed upon the hilt of his sword casually, though ready to use it if need be.



Odis Schleitz: He stated finally though it was through clenched teeth. As the lady approached he turned to her. The temper reigned in as he bowed from the waist.



Beathag: "M'lady will you go in armed.." Roric had a hand to his sword, and with the rabble, thought it best. Beathag shook her head no saying through lips that hardly moved as they advanced, "Nay, nay visibly ,anyhow. Ah'm ne'er without somewot," even dressed as a Lady, she was armed in some fashion. Stupidity did not go along with any noble's garb. Through swinging door they entered into the mixture of rabble rousing, whiskey, and the thick scent of too many pipes making smoke. Eyes took notice of the lady moving towards Grufford, the keep of the Pubs at Dockside. "Mah Lady, Mah Lord." His voice was slick oil cavorting over places left clean in mucked tar stone. Too many years at sea, too many pipes that not even whiskey burn could dissolve. " Wot is the matter then, Grufford," she said as the party moved toward the narrow passage way.



Odis Schleitz: " Your offer is kind, however I must decline.. we have many chores to do back at the farm. " The eyes flickered to the babe and the deep breath drawn in. " We attended the celebration last evening,
My Lady. To continue to linger within the city here is obviously too much temptation on my daughter. " The bow offered once more as he turned. Think of him what you may, The only look that Willa would get at this point was the sorely disappointed glance and shake of his head.



Wila: Willa only stood to the side and kept her eyes dutifully down as she glaned up only to catch that parting glance of her father's. The girl winced and dipped into a curtsy. " Thank you , My lady.. " she managed to whisper as she turned and followed her Da out, only that half pace behind him.



Aislin: Aislin did not know why she said it, perhaps disliking the my lady deal still, but when the male turned she gave her name. " Aislin....simply Aislin sir." she said before looking to the girl and giving a nod of her head from her neck up before heading back in and towards Eirian. "Ah fear at times that Eamonn will be that way with Sorcha when she gets older..ah shall have to teach her how to kick his knees ah think.."



Eirian: “ Good night, Sir, Wilhemia," Eirian bid them goodnight as the poor girl was left to follow her father like an obdient hound that had strayed too far from the front porch. It was hard thing, the wanting to move forward as one did not deem fit to let go. Youth's most ardent struggle. " Aye, no doubt he will be. Twixt you, Eamonn, and Bess though she will have quite an advantage over troubles that most can only dream of.



Odis Schleitz: The man did pause to catch the name. He could attempt to explain, but certainly not now, not with his daughter so close to him. He waited until they were outside as he didn't look to her but kept that quick pace. " From now on.. you will remain at the farm. "



Eamonn: With Eamonn by her side, he was not going to let a blade, first, or hair touch his sister. Like his sister, Eamonn was never without a blade on his persons. Hazel eyes glanced to the guard that asked if she wanted a sword or if she preferred to go in without the blade. Somehow, he was not surprised that Bess had a weapon under that dress, a dirk or dagger of some time hidden upon her person somewhere. Eamonn stepped into the pub behind Bess, keen eyes did a sweep over the tavern and its occupants. Glancing to Grufford, he dipped his chin curtly, but was silent.


Wilhemia: " But Da.. "She stammered out as she followed behind him. " Ya canna does this.. I wanna doin nathin wrong.. " She finally managed to protest. only without the ears of others about , the large tears working up in her eyes.



Odis Schleitz: " I have made my decision Wilhemia.. you will abide by it. " the statement was crisp as he stepped to the side and waited for her to get up into the wagon. How to protect her from men.. men like he used to be?


Wilhemia: The lass stared at him for a long moment , tempted to defy him.. but frightened of what if she did. The skirts were caught up in hand as she climbed up into the seat and just stared at her hands.



Aislin: "It does nay worry me that she will be over protected, but locked away. Ah will nay shelter her, she must learn things on her own as ah did or she will be naive and that leads to dangerous situations." she said as she looked to the table of food and then back to Eirian. "Would ye like to hold her? Ah be needing some food." she said and waited for Eiran's reply. If ever anyone wanted to hold Sorcha, best to do it when Eamonn was not around.



Eirian: " True. He seems to have been a man of arms..and the girl has no mother. The case of a heavy hand while no soft one was around, the lack of a woman's touch, if you will." She agreed though that too much sheltering, especially of women, led them to be not just innocents, but lost, too doe eyed. Some even had no practical skill if they had everyone to do everything for them! It was the case of an age and would be for ages beyond: The place of women and the right to declare themselves. " I would love to hold her," she purred with sweetness, arms moving out to accept the precious bundle Aislin would not have to tell Eirian to mind a head or be gentle. The Welsh woman had that intact with interest.



Odis Schleitz: Odis looked up at her… and for a moment he merely stood silent. No no weakness he reminded himself as he pulled himself up onto the bench. The reigns were taken in hand as the snap brought the soft protest from the horse before the wagon lurched forward. He felt as a heel… but one did not win a war by using a gentle hand.


Aislin: Aislin leaned Sorcha back holding her head and neck carefully as she handed her off to Eirian, knowing the woman knew how to hold a child and having no worries on it. "Ah shall be right back." she said and moved to head for the table to quickly grab a palte for both herself and Eirian since the woman was now with child, she would need to eat up! Aislin also brought a lit candle with her. While she was gone, Sorcha stared up at the woman of dark hair and light eyes like herself. At first, her face began to crumble, thin lips pouted out and tears began to fill those bright eyes. her face held a soft tint of red and she sniffled, not knowing the person who now held her and not liking that it was not her father or mother. the sniffled increased and she squirmed for a moment before she closed her eyes tightly and cried softly, only to stop a moment later and sniffled back the tears like she was having second toughts on the whole moody situation.



Odis Schleitz: And he was absolutely convinced raising a teenage daughter was just that. A war.. against every male on the isle. For there wasn't one of them good enough. Ever. don't worry.. Eammon would soon understand that.


Beathag: Grufford canted his head once more to the Lord General. As they moved up the narrow stairs it was evident the walls could tell sea tales. Sketches of tall masted ships in charcoal were waved about by wind. A door was open at the top of the stair," Two girls 'ere, cousins. Think one of 'em is maybe..mm...how ye put it delicate." Delicate was not his forte, " not the best o' a girl..wot with chasteness. Anywho..they's come up with a man n' after he left one 'o' em was found.."Beathag looked to her brother as the man found words to tell the story. Rounding a corner, they came into a room lit by single candle throwing light over the body of a girl who had been chocked to death. Her cousin wouldn't be moved from the corner where her face was swollen from crying. With no more tears, she rocked, seeming to look up as people came in. Her cousin's skirts were mussed, exposing the girl indecently. Bruises against her thighs denoted force of what had once been given too free. It could be said Odis had a point of those that saw him. Her hair was tossled, and it looked as if a hand had been broken by sheer force.



Eamonn: Eamonn frowned deeply as he listened and followed the man up the steps. He never liked to hear a story of rape. It brough back too many memories, and while they were not personal, they happened to someone he loved very deeply, and the thought of someone harming that person made his blood boil heatedly. His frown only deepened as Grufford went on to describe the story. When they came to the room with the two girls, he scowled inwardly. It was men that did this that gave all men a bad name. He hated it. Sighing, he shook his head, and turned his gaze from the dead body and to the girl still in the corner. Lips pressed themselves together as he turned to the girl, and dared to step closer to her, but keeping a distance. Crouching down in front of her, he looked over her face. "What happened here?" He wanted to hear it from the girl, that is if she could find the nerve to. It was important.



Eirian: The weight of Sorcha wasn't too much, just right for the babe at her age. What a healthy thing! Plump little legs, chubby arms with fingers that clenched with wiggling, squirming.."Oh now....shhh shh sweet one..I know, your mother lingers not far.." Light arms shifted so she might rub her back, setting her against her body so that those blue eyes could look out to where Aislin had gone. Then, as if to change her mind, she began to settle..making Eirian laugh. " We can get along! Ooh..yes..yes wee girl." Gently she rocked, singing a small song as they waited for Aislin to return.



Aislin: Holding both plates piled high with fruits on one, meats and veggies on the other, along with a lit candle, she haded back over, seemingly ignoring the cries from her daughter, knowing they were calm themselves soon enough. Aislin tried to warn Eamonn that picking her up every time she fussed was not a good thing. She had to learna dn cry on her own sometimes because she thought it was how she got everything. Such was why during the day when Eamonn was not about, Aislin left Sorcha to sniffle and cry in her crib. It was not easy..it broke her heart everytime, but it had to be done. "Aye..that be the way to her heart...a song from a woman;'s voice. Ah sing to her and Eamonn every night now to put them both to sleep." she said softly as she settled the plates down. "use the candle to rehat the meat up and cook it better. Why they cook it halfway..ah'll never understand. It be easier to chew when fully cooked.." or so Aislin thought as she settled in the chair and reached for a fork to stab into the beef slab, then hold it over the flame, letting it warm and cook it up a bit more.



Beathag: The dead girl couldn't tell them any secrets for the gone took them to the grave. It would be her cousin that could relay them the necessary words needed to get the information they needed. But would she talk? Rocking back and and forth, forth and back. Skirts clutched up in fingers frozen with hooked knuckles near chalk white. Her mind told her a guard was coming close, but instinct made her press her body into the corner as if she could meld into the wall. Cheek went to the cool board as she illicited stammering stutters, " We...we came with him..here. From the fair at..Carnival Lane. Marlene is always..always such a tease. She said no one would marry her anyhow so she'd best be a courtesan...we aren't rich or nothin but her face got her an awful lot. She...she helped me though. I..I came with her here. With them. Then he got rough with 'er and she...she said no..I tried to take him off her.." the girl broke into tears.


Beathag: " Ham is never good unless it is cooked just right, and near raw boar is abhorrid. They say uncooked meat as such causes sicknesses.." With life at last knit in the womb too long empty, Eirian wouldn't take a gamble on whether it was fiction or folly. Taking up a fork, she jabbed in the meat to take the cut up closer to the candle flame. " Elise had help in the kitchen that wasn't thinking. Ah well. " When it was colored the right shade, she blew at it to take a bite. Sorcha was situated just right for the balance of the two acts: holding babe and feeding self. Indeed, she was equipped for the task just never presented with the occasion to use her skill for herself. At least with the work of others she wasn't unprepared." I did nay think a castle could hold so many people. Like they are packing them in to the ceiling and fuller.


Eamonn: Unfortunately, he could not reply on the dead girl for information, the dead were silent as the grave, unfortunately, and that left her useless. Soon, the girl would have to be taken care of, given the rights to a proper funeral, but right now pieces to the puzzled needed to be gathered and pieced together. Eamonn did not know if she would actually speak, but when she did, he listened intently to the girls words. His brows furrowed. Apparently the girl who was dead bargained for more than she intended, and now she had paid it with her life. He sighed softly. "Do you know this man's name? What he looked like? Calm down...you're safe now..but these are the things we need to know if we are going to arrest him..."


Beathag: " He....umm...Marlene said he was...umm....his his name…" she looked at him mixture of confusion trying to make right, fear, and horror, " Um...Timas. Timas...Timas…" Sirnames were important! Why couldn't she remember… but wait! What were they doing to Marlene! She reached out a hand sobbing softly as Roric went to the bed. He took the tossled sheet, shut her eyes, and drew it over so at least the dead would have dignity. Beathag stifled her sickness with the bile surfacing in a swallow, turning her attention to the girl Eamonn spoke with. Kneeling down, she said low, "Try hard, try hard darlin...wot be his name?" She stood upward and held herself tight.. Turning to conceal her half open bodice, she laced up tight. " M....MacDonald.." Bess put her hands to the girl's shoulders, gentle but firm, " Are ye sure..darlin..are ye sure?"( d)



Eamonn: In such a large city as this, surnames were very important. In Sevenwaters, they were not because it was not in the customs to have a same name as another with both people still living. But they were not in Sevenwaters. Such was why he gave their daughter the last name of Aislin. It was how this society worked. Hearing movement behind him, Eamonn glanced over his shoulder to see Roric removed sheets from the bed and drape them over the dead girl's body. Eamonn nodded to the man, before turning back to the girl cowarding in the corner. Bess soon approached them, and hazel eyes drifted to his sister. MacDonald. Why did that name sound so familiar? Eamonn frowned and turned to his sister as her hands went to the girl's shoulders. Did Bess know someone by the name of Timas MacDonald?



Beathag: "Aye, aye M...M'lady I be sure his name is Timas MacDonald. Be one of the MacDonalds from the North though his mother ewas from the ones down in Sleat... Sleat...yes.." She was gathering her composure, but only a little. Her body laxed into Bess' as she held her up. This was getting deeper by the minuted. " We need tae get them out 'o here. Now. The MacDonald chieftain was on the boat Ah sank, he was o' the branch from the mainland. The MacDonalds are powerful here, and most ally with us. They be North n' south o' this Isle Eamonn... n' both branches o' the family are only holdin' on tae our banner." The girl was far and away in the mind, not listening as her own thought on how to get them out discretly, " Boy could be riskin' an alliance wot takes up half o' the damn Island. This gets out we'll be o'erun with MacDonalds callin' fer justice." It was bad enough the boat with one of them sank. Now this? Introductory to court affairs first hand (d)

[Lady Eirian Gwenyth Apollius]

How do you catch a criminal when he is hiding behind his name? The European practice of using one's family as a shield to hide behind after a misdeed was the subject of a debate among the folk who gave a rowdy collection of opinion. Some objective, others subjective, Eirian was like a lily strewn over prickle pears. She winced as the opinions, hands, and all matter of discontent went this way and that. All she wanted was a book of bound patterns for her weaving! The little woman ducked under the lifted arms of two burly men in order to make it to the shelves of the Textile Guild's library. As is often the case with trouble she never went looking for it. It was situated just around the corner! Two shelves down, one section up. At first it wasn't anything to pay mind to: Two men upset. What else was new? The whole lot of merchants, apprentices, and heaven knows who were up in arms over the bubbling rumors of crime that was lurking in the city streets.

She reached for the aforementioned source she sought, but froze, as she listened to the pair:

"Where is Tial now?"

"He was hiding with the Master o' the Animal Husbandry, but now he is with a shippin' man. His cousin on his ma's sister's side or somewot. He is hidin' real low after the fool thing he did."

"Fool? It was cruel. He raped n' murdered that woman.."

"Twas only a whore. Was probably tryin tae take more o' his moeny than what he wanted to pay 'er.."

"Didn't you hear the master say he strangled her? I tell ya, when we can get him out of here it'll be better. Gots meh own daughters n' such...wouldn't be helpin at all if it were nay fer the fact Tial be distant relation to one o' m' girls kindred. Names. All this talk o' Names. "

[Queen Beathag Aberdeen]

"Good, My Lady. Come Again."

Perspiration saturated the back of her reignment. Moisture showed through the linen and made her leather corset cling tighter. Encased curves twisted and turned, blocking a sword blow and returning it with a swipe at the belly. The weapon's blunt end caught Roric off guard, making him step back with faulty balance. Beathag faked a take to the left, toing for his right. He fell back, and the sword tip was placed at his throat.

"Ye haven't lost yer edge, My Lady. How do the healer's say you fare?" He asked with concern, lifting a brow as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down at the end of the shining apex. She breathed heavier than she used to, swallowed hard the wave of pain from pushing through the practice. "As well as can be expected. I will nay fight n' the battles unless tis necessary, but I expect tha' will be necessary." What was hard about having so many scars was that the tissue had been broken into. The old was stretching into new wounds. Layer after layer made it hard to twist, turn, and stand. "But I think nothin' o' it," grinning, she turned to Kendrew, "Wot news on MacDonald?"

He'd stood on the outside of the practice ring, grinning in approval at her returning prowess. Perhaps the new Baliff would make a good sparing partner for her? Odis was respected by the men for being calm in dealing with people and hard when it came to his new job. A stack full of warrants were waved, and his Lady's wry grin signfied she knew what was coming.


"Ye've the warrants for the remainder o' those tha' harbored him...och, tha' be enough trainin' fer taeday. When Odis returns from the South, tell him tae come n' find me at once, we shall trade news."

It was a morbid reason to smile, knowing that these men would literally be fun down, but in times like this delight was taken when it came.

[Queen Beathag Aberdeen]

An Introduction to the Audience in the Talon's Seat


A moment's pause was taken to consider the events that had happened before she was well enough to continue her training, the events that caused her to issue warrants in the first place. Beathag realized that in a few words they were going to be heading towards a world of trouble. One man protected by a thick, tight knit network of other men who cared little for the strong willed woman or the husband that let her gaw stay open. The case of Tial MacDonald was becoming a primer in how to walk thin lines without falling off or losing your posistion.

Suffice to say she had become rather good at it.

The MacDonalds of Sleat thought she needed more practice in maintaining her silence, though. A good slap to sting her cheek, to make her mind her place. If daggers in the back didn't do it, what good would their harrasment, rudeness, or uncouth manner do to make her realize a woman's place should be like a childs? Seen and not heard, in a corner...bah..that was not for her.

So that would be how tensions were strained.

[Queen Beathag Aberdeen]

Beathag: The wheels turned on the carriage of solid wood construct, ornamentary swirls of carving all that denoted perhaps the person inside. Swirled, that was how she felt as the team of horses made the wheels turn over the paved road. As it sunk into the little grooves to keep the cobbelstones from breaking the wheels, Beathag winced at the jolt but waved the hands away. A touch was worse than a jolt. It wasn't until the nondescript carriage came to ahault that she accepted the hand of a footman so she might step in to the courtyard that now held her presence. Slipping her arm into that of a fellow, the Dutchess would waste no time in establishing the formation of the seat for a necessary organizing of people. What they were, or who they were devoted to, no one knew save her. As it was, the building's front purpose was being touted with great relish for those who had a million questions: public audience. Underneath the archways, down the outer rim of the courtyard, and into a room filled with sunlight she went. "Let's be 'avin this place cleaned further iffn it needs it, establish the other rooms: offices, gatherin' hall, rooms o' residence n' such," she said, letting go of the arm to walk with a heavy limp her dress couldn't disguise (d)

Caliban Thrule: Thrule had spent the past few days out in the moors on his own business.... however needs such as they were did eventually bring him back into the city in the hopes of running across Bess in regards to her offer of gainful employment. Although the necessities of life could be gleaned off the land, he still hoped to replace some of his worn garments before winter's whisper was carried on the breezes. Thus, it was no small wonder to see him shuffling down that cobbled rue, peering at the crowd of petitioners that seemed to be gathering near a building of some importance. (d)

Odis Schleitz: Word typically spread quickly when it came about that petitions would be heard. The man had been seen here and there with some of the city guard. While he, himself had worn no markings of the duchy, Odis often stepped in and quelled a few brawls here and there. And the whispers of his actions on the behalf of the duchess and general when the madman had thought to murder them .. well Odis tended to get some very strange looks now and then. He would wait there in line to speak with Bess. With luck the woman would look kindly upon the actions and hear his request. Nevermind he had not yet explained to his daughter what it was he had in mind. <d.

Beathag: The people saw masons fixing the stonework in the archways, maids binding sticks together, sweeping the ground with water to gather the dust in to piles to be put in the rubbish can. Thrush ferns laid down left scent to freshen the floors. A page wove in and out of the crowd, taking names, matters. Who went first was organized by importance of the agenda he or she would present. So it would go until the Dutchess came to look at the line of people who'd gathered to speak. She was tired of having things done around her, for her, like she was an invalid. Her heavy step caused the page to startle and everyone to babble incesantly. (d)

Caliban Thrule: Thrule's optimism to get things settled that day soon faded as he saw the line of supplicants queuing up to have their requests and grievances heard. "So many.... feh..." He muttered out as he put his own needs into perspective. Since when did you grow so soft as to have to pester someone else to get yourself work you sod? Have you not legs to carry your own carcass around? His inward thoughts made him look vaguely like he had just tasted a lemon even as he stalked over to a wall to lean upon it, crossing his arms as he continued to chide himself. That woman had so much to do.... and adding his petition suddenly seemed quite selfish of him. (d)

Odis Schleitz: The man lifted a brow as Bess appeared , and the crowd itself seemed to erupt. The small shake of his head as he did what it seemed others had forgotten to do. He lowered his upper half in a respectful bow to the woman. When the page passed him, inquiring as to his reason of wishing to speak with the lady. Odis thought for a moment. " Tell the duchess I wish to speak on behalf of my Daughter. " This got him an odd look from the woman behind him.. and the rough hrmph. His traditions was not that of those upon the Isle kingdom here.. and merely because they were diffierent.. he would not change. <d.

Beathag: The common man stood more for what the heart believed in than the prattle babble of the high merchants or rich man wondering if his holdings would last through another month. There would be those that questioned the choice made with such triumph at the beginning of the year. Was it wrong to trust with their convictions a pair of crazed people who got lucky by mere chance? It was a diverse crowd to say the least, but Bess looked at it while Beathag stood before it. She saw herself as a petitioner, asking if she remained close to where she had come from. The page was about to select someone from the line's front when she said, " Odis Schleitz, Caliban Thrule, will ye come with meh please?" The gaggle of geese honked in anger, what was the reason why? What was the story? (d)

Caliban Thrule: Hearing his name spoken aloud to so many had his eyes immediately narrowing to slits. For whatever reason, the man did as much as he could not to call attention to himself. Now scores of souls stared his way, identifying him with the name he had come to use. He veritably seethed as he rose from his lean, brushing off his threadbare garments and patchwork leather vest to slowly stride up. This did not bode well at all as his mind raced with where he could travel to next on such short notice. (d)

Odis Schleitz: The farmer gave a small nod and stepped from the line, the woman behind him muttered something rather uncouth as he stopped and looked over at her. " Mind your words, madame. For they are was ugly as the rest of you. " He stated with the absolute calm. The woman blustered and her mouth seemed to work without words to come out of them at the flat stare given by the middle aged man. He said nothing else and moved forward to where the Duchess stood. The dark eyes looked over the other gentleman that had been called as the polite , yet curt , nod was offered in his direction. <d.

Set In Her Way: "Your pardon, m'lady..but what of.." the page lifted a list of names a mile long. Political, social, socio-political, economical..the ad naseum to the etcetera was enough to produce real nausea. She curtly deterred further mention by lifting the list into her hand, " They will wait. These two 'ave waited long for a few precious words. Others can wait longer. Come, ye two, please." Her actions went against the grain of tradition and followed her own gut. She had set in eyes gleaming with golden interest on emerald shine. Pale face turned around, swallowing the want to grimace as she began her stride back toward the audience room. (d)

Caliban Thrule: It was only then that the man realized he had been holding his breath, which ended in a breath being slowly exhaled out from a set jaw. No other word was said for now as he slipped in behind Odis, trying to clear the thoughts racing through his mind. Damn... Damn it all..... yer a damned fool for daring to think things could be different here....... His inner dialogue continued like a tempest even as his progress was marked by the steady slow cadence of his bootfalls. (d)

Odis Schleitz: Odis said nothing else but walked in the path left by the Lady. if he second guessed himself in any way, it certainly did not show. " You are most kind to see us in such an unpresented manner, Your Grace. " he spoke quietly as he watched the woman's back. What.. he was male.. and she was a very beautiful woman.. sue him. <d.

Beathag: She heard them walking behind her. Two different sets of steps, two distinct, memorized rhythms kept for future reference. It wasn't a preened, lady like quality to keep track of step, voice timbre, dominant hands, or facial expressions. That ability belonged to the warrior in her, the one at war with how to translate her language into that of this detailed posistion where nothing was as it seems. She turned into the annointed chamber, leaving room for their entry. "Close the door behind them, Kendrew," She said to the man who let her arm rest atop of his. A seemless transistion. Let none o' the crowd see ye weakness she thought Let them think o' it but nay know.. (d)

Caliban Thrule: Again the man was silent, for this was a situation he was not in control of and consequently he'd have to react accordingly. For now, he stood more or less in the middle of the room, waiting for what would come next (d)

Odis Schleitz: Warrior.. Lady.. whichever. The farmer looked to Kendrew and gave a nod. Both having met each other's acquaintence sometime ago. Though it was over a blade of a sword.. but still. The vague grin shared by them both. Odis came to stand not far from the other man. His hands had fallen into a familiar clasp behind his back. Almost as if he stood for inspection, bah. Old habits died hard. <d.

Beathag:"Of course, your Grace." He nodded to Roric, his brother from Dumfrieshire. They shared a posistion that might soon include more people soon. Ah, comeraderie! She smiled to see Odis had made such an impression on Kendrew and Roric. It was good to see them making connections among others, lord knows they needed it. When she took her seat, they heard an unusual pace of breathing. The woman was catching her breath, or was she struggling to breath? Whatever it was, it soon subsided into a semi-eased flow allowing words, "Come forward n' sit," there were two chairs placed near her own so a circle could be had, " Before ye ask, though ye may ask o' me wot e'er ye will..Ah wanted tae say thank ye, for havin' a hand n' savin m'life at some point tha' day o' the Riots, and the lives o' others." (d)

[Queen Beathag Aberdeen]

CalibanThrule: That brought forth a curt nod and some mental justification for asking a boon... the only option he believed that he had left given what had happened but moments before in that throng of souls. "Bess...I'd ask dat I be given passage tae th' mainland... first boat if'n yae cin. I've business elsewhere an' must leave immediately." There it was... simple... moving was a part of life... why would he even dare think that things could be different. (d)

Odis Schleitz: Odis gave a nod for the offered seat. Though for now he would hold his tongue as the man spoke his peace. The brows lifted a bit , not completely an unusual request, just a bit odd given the circumstances. Or at least in his mind. <d.

Set In Her Way: " Ye may ask wot e'er ye wish..n' twill be given tae ye, though I bid ye take leave n' think different but a little while, Thrule." The two had not taken their seats, and instead of asking Kendrew or Roric to fetch what was on a distant table, she took a hand up so she could do it herself. They watched her with an increasing look of trepidation, as if they held their breath in every step. Taking up a three scrolls and a folio, she went to stand among squared way men. " Twould be a boon tae know tha' a friend is neither ailin, dyin, nor dead. Wot e'er ye run from or run towards..tis nay m'place tae tell ye tae stop, but it will catch up tae ye." she looked into his eyes, "If it does, let old friend n' chance tae make new fix some place o' wot lacks in ye heart. Here." She took up his hand, placing one scroll in. "This be ye citizenship paper. N' this." she gave him " Entitles ye tae seek land fer yeself fer a home. Take wot e'er trade ye wish, live as ye will..but some part o' meh hopes ye'll live better than wind creakin' in ye bones. This is nay charity, either. Ye've earned it..iffn ye did nay throw tha' brick, I'dve been dead.Ye brought meh more time tha' day, n' ye asked wot ye could dae once. Tha' would be live..truly live, these years o' ye life. Wot e'er tha' may entitle, I'd like ye tae dae it on Skye." (d)

Caliban Thrule: Thrule held the scrolls in his calloused grip for several moments in silence... bittersweet it was.... to be so close to something but yet be denied given a hapstance of circumstance. His jaw tightened and he shook his head. "I ain't takin no charity. Th' way I sees it a slung stone is worth passage on a boat, nae?" He forced a rueful smile as his fingers unclasped, holding the two bits of parchment which mocked him with a sense of security he'd never know (d)

Odis Schleitz: Odis watched the pair in silence, the small faint upward curl of lips came but he'd hold his tongue still. The fact of leaving something behind.. or searching for .. whatever it was that was lost was a difficult thing to face. More so in the stopping to look around to find that not only had you managed to flee from it.. but gotten yourself lost in the process. Yes, he'd been there.. done that. Hell that was all the reason of why he came to Skye in the first place, simply to start fresh and alone. <d.

Beathag: Beathag closed his fingers over the scrolls of parchment. Words and a ribbon sealing them. Two bits of nothing to some that held the chance to change a man's stars. With a nod of her head she sighed, "Ah'll arrange passage on the next mainland ship, but Ah will without shame implore ye tae think, n' truly think n' counsel yeself on this afore ye step up tha' gangplank." She looked into his eyes, two green orbs of evidence in agreeance with look. She had seen him come close to death, and it would never be forgotten. A winter of nearly five years agone, a time when Aodhan was still in the dark of her belly, that she sought him out in the cold wastes. "Just think on it." Putting her hands to his shoulder, he felt her step faulter , but the hand squeezed his shoulder in emphasis before that. Righting herself..she turned round to Odis. She hoped Thrule might think on something else to ask her..but for now she let it be. Never one to strip a man of his pride..knowing how much her own had to surrender of late to this or that. (d)

CalibanThrule: "Cin I take m' leave? I need tae get m' tings in order" He had little left here... ironic... show up hoping to get work cutting peat or some such menial labor and with a few uttered words in public he found himself having to once again take the the byways of the realm, eeking out an existence on what his skills could provide. (d)

Odis Schleitz: Odis watched the pair, and a hand started to lift to offer Beathag a hand , but she had righted herself. He couldn't offer the man any words that would encourage him to stay. It was obvious, the duchess wished him to. Still he would hold his silence. <d.

Set In Her Way: "There beh a few things Ah wanted tae gae o'er with ye n' Odis here, n' then ye may leave." Her voice was hollowing a little in tone, hurt, but remembering itself again as the seconds eeked by. What was it about the times that saw so many upset, wishing to kill or be killed, to turn back? She pondered the puzzle, too, as to why her: family was falling apart. It was bad enough the traitors had them all seperated by distance, was the heart to go next? "Odis, wot did ye wish tae ask me?" (d)

Caliban Thrule: It was Thrule's turn to be silent now, shifting subtly from foot to foot which hinted at his state of agitation upon thinking about all those that now knew of him (d)

Odis Schleitz: The man lifted a brow and gathering the thoughts within his head a moment before the small frown had settled upon his face. difficult? Of course it was.. but given the current events, some things had to change. " Actually, my request is not for myself, Your Grace, but for my daughter. One of your own staff had once recommended that she take a place within the castle kitchens. Due to the events as they are rising.. I feel it is unsafe for her to remain at the farm. Far too often I must come into the city and leave her alone. " The tight expression appeared upon his face as he drew in a breath. " Traveling alone for a young woman is difficult, and while we were quite lucky in the outcome of events, I carry the concern that the next time.. I shall not have my daughter returned to me in good health. " a polite way of putting it. " I am inquiring now if the position that was once offered to her is still available? " <d.

Beathag: She listened to what Odis had to say, and found that it was the hardest of men whom she agreed with the most. In many ways, he reminded her of Eamonn, and even as a farmer he was still a militant man. "Ye may well beh right, Odis the disturbances are nay limited tae Turas Lan, but at Potree, n' Struan. We are now at war." Silence. A giving of pause, for a known and heavy word. "The official declaration will be made this day, but there will be nay word scratched on parchment or sword o' ours lifted wot will stop them right off. Tial MacDonald has been found in connection with ye daughter's abscondin'..n' fer tha' n' the murders he will be put tae death. But it matters precioulittle. They are nay above killin' the innocent, nor attemptin tae murder the court.." Fingertips came together, before a hand would be placed ot his shoulder, " Willa will have tha' posistion, n' as she was once kidnapped ah'll see tae it she is well protected along with all o' the castle servants. As fer yerself..there is a boon I'd ask o' ye. M'thinks there beh precious few in yer village with the military experience ye 'ave. Would ye become ye village's Baliff? A strong presence would keep the lawlessness at bay..n' ye seem tae reach meh faster than anyone o' ye region save Willa. We would pay ye accordin' fer ye work there in, and consider ye a Court Baliff as well. Ye need nay live in the castle full time, though iffn ye sought it there'd always be a room fer ye when ye come intae the city." (d)

Odis Schleitz: Odis said nothing for a long moment The dull cast of his eyes moved away from the woman as he thought it over in his head. It was not so different then his job before.. in other lands. " Court Baliff? " He spoke the word as he needed to move a bit. He rose from the chair he had been seated in and continued to turn it about in his head. They needed someone to take in hand the matters within the village.. that much was true, though he had believed a younger man would be more fit for the task then he. The deep breath came and went as he could easily use this too when it came to telling Willa she was not to return home, but her things brought to the castle instead. He had made an impression upon most of the guards here.. so he felt his daughter's virtue would remain intact, perhaps one or two other object lessons would be needed. Nothing too harmful, but enough to make any young man think twice about wooing his precious little girl. The stout man turned and looked at the Duchess and gave a small curt nod. " As you wish it , Your Grace. Though there is one thing we must settle between each other. I realize within these lands, a woman is considered ... upon her own at an early age. However, by the traditions of my own family, until she is wed.. she is still of my house. Therefore must abide by my rules. I would ask that such is respected. " <d.

Beathag: She let him think on the opportunity, watching and wondering how it all played out in his head. Did he see the position's pros and cons? Did he see what changes would come, if any? Beathag respected him so when he gave his answer,and a request in return, she gave her consent. "Aye, given tha' Willa has nay marriage contract tae uphold nor such apprenticeship n' nother trade tae make her self sufficient, tha' shall be abided by. M'thinks she will nay protest, though the young often push 'gainst the elder fer place in this world. I shall see tae it tha' she is given protection within her freedoms, escort n' such. Elise n' Aida will make sure tha' she is well looked after among the members o' the household, m'cook and our head o' staff. They shall treat her as they would their daughters or neices, a lovin' yet vera firm hand in expectation." All of the young ladies within the castle were treated thus,given they had a reputation to uphold in whom they represented, and it was important to go forth in the new world with a sense of dignity that was fostered in old traditions. (d)

Odis Schleitz: Odis looked at her with an arched brow. " You think she will not protest? " The skeptical look was , well if one had seen it on Willa.. they would surely know where it came from. " I have no fear of her safety within the walls of the castle. Nor do I believe that any here will treat her as anything less then she will allow. Though if it is the one that I have learned in the past eight years.. she will protest over everything. " His tone was rueful as he passed a thick callused hand over his head. " I once had hair.. in attempting to raise her it has all begun to fall out. " He offered in a manner of a joke, well partically. <d.

Beathag "She beh seventeen, ye survived those years thus far, o' course ye've nay hair. When Edme reaches her age Adam shall have none either, though Aodhan is already makin' ours steel n'gray with his antics. Two younger siblins n' m'own children later, tae see ye've lived thus far gives meh hope man. She is a fine girl, vera fine. Good sense tae, rare in a lass these days." She grinned "Ah'll make it tae where she protests a wee bit less, tis the bond o' women wot might help. She seeks tae be better in the mind than tae catch a passin' fancy. We may be a bit...different tha' most..but twill dae her some good tae be 'round us all. " (d)

Odis Schleitz: The man chuckled quietly and gave a small nod to the antics of children. And the deep sigh that came with it. " That good sense was all of her Mother's doing and very little of my own , I'm afraid. Though I will take up no more of your time, Your Grace as it seems the rest out of doors will think of lynching me if I continue to keep you so occupied. I thank you for the opportunity you are affording my daughter. And I ask that your will forgive my earlier tempers against you and your court. I am a prideful man, though not so much as not to see my faults when they are set before me. " He admitted again for a moment the half grin. <d.

Beathag: "Ye've seen m'brother, the General, aye? We seem tae thrive on needin' tae keep our tempers at bay, worry nay..keeps things interestin."Her eyes turned to the door as if she could see beyond it, through it, out to the people who by now took gossiping among themselves over what might come of their petitions. Gnats around fruit, that is what they were. Wanting to sulk on the pulp, slurp at the juice, while never ever having done the work it took to make the orchard grow. " Please, take up m'time more," she grinned,"Ye beh welcome tae stay iffn ye like..good Baliff, Kendrew n' Roric would nay object tae the extra protective eye, m' sure. I can nay move quick at all,"she grumbled the last, sighing ."Drunken ass n' his hit." (d)

Odis Schleitz: The man gave a small nod " As you wish , Your Grace. " he gave a small bow to the woman . " Though I would prehaps recommend that you were seated. The moving about as you are will not be helpful to the wounds you sustained. " Oh yes his daughter had informed him of the wounds and such. As soon as she had been relieved by one of the other healers. " Oh, and I am sorry about that rug in the hall. I do not take to assassination attempts so lightly. "<d.

Beathag: "Aye, tis a fine thing tae wish fer, as soon we shall beh wantin tae drill intae our ears with our fingers till we can beh proddin' the mind n' makin ourselves deaf. " His reccomendation was her command as gravity cohereced the wiley woman downward The moment to get "comfortable" was an awkward one, resting the back vetebrae by vetebrae. "And if nay deaf, we shall be stiflin' laughters at the ridiculous." Waving her hand, the door opened to the first announced, the wife of a man who's cousin was the laird's third cousin in law's nephew by way of Broadford. That was where they all stayed, mind you, except,

Petitioner 1: "My sister your grace, who stays in Staffin with her husband..who is just so questionable..and what with all this..hullaballoo..why, your Grace..I was wondering if we might seek quarters one one of the other little islands and rebuild our..modest home.

Beathag:"Aye, iffn' an estate with with tha' many serfs on it beh modest, Mam. Ye can be stayin' right where ye be in Staffin -Broadford- where 'ere. Ye will nay be seekin' additional lands fer ye "quarter" or for ye daughter's tenth cousin's dowry, either." (d)

Odis Schleitz: Odis didn't bother to hide the somewhat baffled expression for the sisters cousins..goat or whatever it was that the woman was seeking. This is why he was not so good at politics. The thick arms folded across his chest. Ah yes,that delightful familiar scowl came into play. Why? Because it made people worry. He had taken a place near Beathag, though not to usurp the place of Kendrew or Roice. Now and then there was a faint tick to his left eye. Greedy little hag.. rang out in his head. <d.

Petitioner 1 "Oh! But your Grace! I, merely wished to begin anew instead of going to a convent! My husband..such a lout himself has taken a mistress and I can not go to a convent! Why, what would I do there..and..well my sister, who's husband is also just a scoundrel.."

Beathag: "Then mah advice, mam, be tae press charges agin them both, fer adultery n' other misdeeds, n' contract tae dissolve ye marriage. Good luck n' these matters..n' dae sae quickly afore they try tae bring ye in fer fraudalent manners, er some such.." (d)

Odis: Odis only watched the woman as she started to protest, the glance given to the Duchess then back to the woman. He kept his mouth shut.. but well if anything this would prove to be entertaining. As the shrews voice began to pitch , thinking she could make the Duchess feel sorry for her.. Odis glanced over at Beathag, then looked pointedly to the woman then the door. He had no problems escorting one such as this out. Deceit was dishonorable. <d.


Beathag: Beathag only smiled to him, for see, this was where it might get to them biting tongues to keep back laughs. "Good night, mam."

Patron 1 "Dismissed!" she shrieked," But, ooooh! Goodnight, Your Grace! Why, this is just a flippant disregard of my family's long, esteemed lineage....patronage of the halls and education..and religion, and the poor! My mother n' brother in laws cousins grandson will hear of it! Oh yes, oh yes!" She turned as red as a beet, arms waving around. If she puffed up any further she'd be an angry, pregnant sow. Her curtsy was more graceless than Willa's as she turned on a rather squeaky heel mind you to flounce out of the room. (d)

Odis Schleitz: Odis blinked and watched shaking his head. Oh well that made a world of sense didn't it? Come begging then get upset? The man seemed to soak it up. The next to follow after the irate woman as she departed arms still flailing about as she screamed of her dismissal. Honestly Odis felt sorry for the woman's husband.. hell he'd contemplate being unfaithful to. Yet the two that entered now seemed to continue to cast glares at one another. both looking like dirt farmers and smelled about that way as well.

Petition 2 " Yer lady.. " One stated and nearly bowled the other over with his attempt of a bow. " My names Angus McGobblin .. an this here no account feller is blockin off the onla road ta the waterhole fer cattle. " He pointed a stubby finger at his counterpart. The counterpart however snorted and puffed up, after swatting away the man and his pathetic attempt of a bow. " Be me lands.. can says who goes an who dun't.. ain't naw reason ta come botherin her. " <d

Beathag: At least they had something real to say! The Dutchess reclined against the side of the chair, giving careful thought to what was said, " Good eve ye both. Now, I'm sure we can resolve this confidently," It must have been a large thing for them not to go to their local noble, hmm.. " If there is only one road tae water the cattle, can it nay be sured, sir? Surely were things different ye would wish ye neighbor tae allow all the animals watered. We all must eat, ye know. Such a road should beh open tae all, unless some crimes been committed wot makes the road one tae be monitored close. " Looking to the farmer with the road, she then looked to McGobblin, " N' tis important for ye both tae have cordial ties, now Ah know as Scotts we beh hotblooded about our lands, but we must learn tae take intae consideration our fellow. Can ye both dae this?" (d)

[Queen Beathag Aberdeen]

Petition 2: " I dun't means naw disrespect Miss.. that jackarse wouldn't knowed considerate iffin it bit his left.. " his voice died out by the scowls given by all the men in the room. " ahem yeah. anywus what I was sayin is this.. Tol' him ta use the road.. an be blimeied...er... he goes an let his cows a chewin on my barley. naw I canna sells half chewed barley.. " he stated as Angus scoffed .. ." Ya calls that a crop? I see'd better rock gardens.. " <d.

Beathag: She looked back and forth between the two men and over to Odis. Did he know how long it had been since she'd seen the colors paint such a picture of two squabbling farmers? Who needed her? Really, let them talk..they would entertain the whole room. Men sneered at the rough language before a woman while Beathag enjoyed every blessed minute. "Och, now gentleman, please! M'thinks tis simple enough: The road shall be for waterin' all livestock o' ye both, n' both shall refrain from lettin the other's animals eat his neighbors goods less it ruin the coin o' the whole village. Now, why nay follow Sir Kendrew, and he shall take ye tae a room where ye may drink some brandy while they accord is written out by the scrible for ye both tae have.." (d)

Petitioner 2 For a moment it seemed the two would turn to blows, by the odd marks upon both men , it had more then once . They looked back to the Duchess and gave a small nod. " could go fer a bit o' brandy.... " Angus put out there.. as the other eyed him a long moment and gave a small nod. " A'ight... "

Odis Schleitz: Odis had watched the two and chuckled beneath his breath. " A word if I may, Your Grace? " He inquired quietly. " May wish to ensure that in that acord there is a fence built? " <d.

Beathag: "A fine suggestion, tha' shall be included..n' remember the fence once built shall nay be moveable by ye disagreements," Or they'd be seeing them again in less than a month! Each man was led out with a grin, and once the door was closed the Dutchess let out a little bit of laughter, holding on to her ribs as the muscles pulled with pain. Oh, but it was worth it! " Ye can nay get anymore Scotts tha' tha'..McGobblin..wot names we come up with here abouts." (d)

Odis Schleitz: Odis shook his head and glanced to the Lady . " Indeed.. though I've seen men out in the countryside declare fewds over such things. " he pointed out with a smirk. As for the name? Yes well can;t really say much about that. An officer had once commented how much his own name sounded like chyts. So.. he would refrain from making fun of anyone elses. <d

Beathag: "Aye, tha' beh the way o' it tae, startin' a feud o'er a cow eatin barely or where a rock sits by a tree at noon in winter, though such much be watched," she let the seriousness of it seep in for a moment, " A silly feud can turn bloody. 'Nough blood will beh shed. Potree, Struan, n'other will come n' thus we will be dealin' with this seperate. Sae nothin' can be allowed tae start a thing iffn it can be placated." The page came in to say that there were a more audiences yet to see, though the line had thinned given the evening. Some realized their peitions were not so serious, others simply couldn't wait. "Please show in the next one. Iffn the line 'as thinned tha' is nay a horrid thing." (d)

Odis Schleitz Odis had nodded and fallen silent once more. He would make sure to check up on Angus and his neighbor when he returned out to the village. The truth was, Odis lingered a bit longer here so he could stall having to speak with willa: <d>

Beathag: The next set of things to hear was from a butcher, a baker, and a candlestick maker who argued that the prices of one drove up the prices on a whole row of stores so that the street was losing business to another. She practically watched them hammer out their own solution before she set a cap per each one, and seen reasonable, they left to drink at the tavern. Some were smart, some were idiots, others greedy. Beathag had a glass of wine in hand, the servant offering Odis a brandy when the page came in. He was upset, brushing at his vestment, clearing his throat. Over. and over. "Wot is it man, come now." He cleared his throat..and came forward to speak in hushed tones, "It is a MacDonald of Sleat, mam..comin' to talk to Your Grace on behalf of Tial."(d)

Odis Schelitz: Odis had taken the glass of brandy with a small nod of thanks. The somewhat amused expression had washed away with the comment of who was here to speak for whom. The man turned slightly to set the glass to the side. After all , the Duchess had stated this.. MacDonald of Tial had , had a hand in his daughter's disappearance. Which, in the mind of a Father, made the man just as guilty. The glance was given to Beathag as he rolled his shoulders a bit. And waited to see what her reaction to this would be. His ..was to throttle the man until he gave up a whereabouts.. but again that was the tempermental brute in him. <d.

Beathag: Beathag was drinking deep of the fragrant glass when the enjoyment was taken away. Tial MacDonald had representation? She hid a snarl of the mouth but let it reflect in her eyes. He could have made it down into Sleat and any of villages further South. He could have told a mess of stories that would make it hard to draw him out. "Show him in, but beh havin' a guard take his weapons afore he enters.." (d)

Odis Schleitz: Odis watched her and gave a nod as he dropped his hands to his sides. He did not move closer to the Duchess, as Kendrew and Roice were there. Instead he would remain about midway along the wall. If things got sour, it was to her guards to keep her safe.. it was his job to see the man didn't leave. <d.

MacDonald Representative: Calm, arrogant, and cool was the approach of a man clad in slick finery. Black and silver stiching, filgree golden inlay. A high gloss. " Your Grace," he wasted no time getting to business. " I am the man of the Laird MacDonald of the MacDonalds of Sleat and have come to do dealings on behalf of the..unfortunate situation his nephew has become embroiled in. He sends his condolences for the troubles that have been caused, and expresses the family's intense embarrasment."

Beathag: " Is the Laird unable tae speak on his nephew himself?"

MacDonald Representative: "Given the matters of the civil unrest, he is busy in preperation for defense of the south, and any such as your Graces might need."

Odis Schleitz: Odis lifted a brow and canted his head. Listening to the words of the man, rehearsed no doubt.. Though the expression he wore did not even bare that typical scowl he had worn all day. If anything his expression was blank and the dull eyes seemed to watch every slight move this man made. Embarassement? It was an embarassment to get drunk and wag your willie at people.. this man had raped and tortured women.. and they called it an embarassment. The muscles along his jaw tensed a moment. The man before the Duchess showed so such remorse for all that had happened. For the parents that had to bury their daughters.. nor the trama the girl that had witnessed the brutal attack.. There it was again that faint twitch at the left eye and he managed to stiffle the need to roll his shoulder. <d.

MacDonald Representive: He looked at the rough, unkempt man on the wall, and the men behind the Lady of the Isles. Hmm, it would be hard to be..open..under such duress from their presence, " Might I speak to you alone, My Lady? This is such a delicate matter.."

Beathag: "Whatever ye may say tae me ye may sae infront of m'guards n' the Baliff. Besides, bein' he is from the Southern region, he shall have a hand in makin' sure ALL are safe.." That was poignant, given Odis would no doubt tread on the man's toes in the near future, so the man ought know Odis had the Dutchy's backing. "Now, gae on please."

MacDonald Representative He hid his want to scoff at the lot of them, "As M'Lady wishes.." He bowed. If he stood in the rain, it would slide off without having touched him. He gave an aura of controlling an amount of power he ought ne'er have been given. " My Lord wishes to give reparation to the families that have lost their daughters, more troops to the island's army, and the promise Tial will be dealt with sternly. He shall ne'er leave family lands again, go without guard, andwill be sent to a work camp near Broadford..."

Beathag: "Wot money will give mothers n' fathers their daughters alive, repair a young girls mind, or the fact tha' his croonies tried tae take additional women? If your Lordship has Tial," which he didn't believe, but he did believe that this man came on behalf of some lesser family member who was, " Ye will return back tae ye land, under escort, n' Tial will be extracted taenight tae return tae Turas Lan n' be charged. If he refuses, he will be killed on sight. Any tha' hide him will be considered accessory tae his crime n' be killed on sight iffn they dun give him up. Now. " (d)

Odis Schleitz: Was that a slow creeping smile on Odis's face? Great God it was.. and a vicious one at that when the man had looked at him. While Odis had been spared many of the tainted sort , like the bold arrogant man that stood before the Lady now. He could spot a snake when he saw one. He did not move from that spot. But waited to see what game this man played at. Tial was going to die.. in a sick bit of humor in his mind.. he actually hoped Tial refused. <d.

MacDonald Representative: My Lady, this matter is..delicate and M'Lord beseeches your discretion!" Ha! He dared to pound a fist on the nearby table! " If you send your men out, and rebuttle ensues, blood sheds..what will the cost be? Is it worth an alliance lost? Think, woman..do not be foolish!"

Kendrew: "Watch your tongue!" Kendrew commanded, Roric sneering.

MacDonald Representative: "My..apologies, but you are being a fool. A green, naieve little chit if you believe that you sitting on the dutchal seat for a few months changes years of recognized family, M'Lady.."

Beathag: "Continue tae speak tha' way, n' ye will be slapped intae the stocks. Ah will say this, it is mah DECREE tha' this will be done taenight. If he refuses, then tis yer and yer Laird's lost. One Macdonald is nay all the MacDonalds.. n' iffn ye turn tail tae treason ye lands will beh revoked by force n' given tae the people. Ye estate, ye worth, will beh given tae the people. Ye title will be stripped n' ye will be lower than worms."

MacDonald Representative: "Why....you.....stupid, foolish little.." (d)

Odis Schleitz: Odis had heard about all he was going to from this man's mouth. While Kendrew and Roric stood at their lady's side. as it was their duty to do. Odis had a bit of leadway and could simply claim ignorance and old habit. The stout man's steps positioned him just a half step behind the arrogant man as the thick hand came to rest upon his shoulder. " Mind your words, else some of us will mind them for you. " The words were soft and the baritone of his voice seemed to rumble within the barrel like chest. " Think for a moment lad, all that you have achieved in your life.. all that your forefathers have achieved gone.. for the sake of a butchering bastard ? " <d.

Representative: "But a woman? A woman saying this..." He held stark still at the hand of the newly instated Baliff clapped down on his shoulder. Thick, it seemed like it could pluck the sinew right off the bone, crunch the hard mass, and do away with it showing no care. He chewed on his words now with care. "I will...obey by m'lady's wishes..." Was this going to be worth it? And if he made it back..would he be kiled after their guard had left anyhow?

Beathag: " Ye will be followed by nay less than thirty men, given we know nay wot is tae be expected. If anythin' gaes amiss, anythin tha' puts ye in as a conspirator, ye fate will be the same as Tial's" (d)

Odis Schleitz: The hand patted his shoulder real friendly like " Smart boy. " he stated quietly before stepping back a pace. He would make arrangements to borrow a horse, given his own was a nag that would not likely keep up with the soldiers. <d.

Beathag: "Roric, will ye please escort this lad where he might beh made ready for wot is tae come," He bowed, and oh so gladly took the boy from Odis. Giving the man a smile, later no doubt they would be busy in a few hours time. Beathag stood to watch the depature, mouthing to Roric to make sure the lady didn't run. With a nod it would be done. After he left, a visible weight rested on her shoulders as she sighed, shaking her head, " M'think tis time tae give the the declaration afore the night goes on. If it be nay know we beh at war..it should be now."

Kendrew furrowed his brow, " Can it not be done by someone on your behalf, Lady Bess," he had leave to use the lesser name, " this is tae much fer one day." (d)

Odis Schleitz: Odis nearly rubbed his hands together with a childlike glee.. but he didn't. The expression and slouch of the Lady had forestalled it. " The people already know, Your Grace. Send your criers to do that business. That is after all that is what they are there for. It need not come from your mouth. " he paused a moment before the small frown touched his features. " have you spoken with the Lady Anulia? " Yes a bit off here, but that sparked a memory he wishto follow through. <d.

Beathag: The Highlander stood and sighed, "Be tha' as it may, after this prouncement, anymore court pronoucement shall come from our own Court Herald n' Bard...she shall record this sae make sure the scribe keeps record fer Lady Faeren, please. After it be done, have m'quill ready n' Ah will have somewot tae write tae her m'self. Ah think the Heralds need tae be weeded out..we will be questionin' the Guilds Halls taemorrow. Odis.." She turned to him, "Would ye beh m'escort beyond the doors fer now? M'gimp will stiffen in the cold air, sae a good arm n' ear is appreciated." (d)

Odis Schleitz: Odis lifted a brow and gave a small nod. " Of course , Your Grace. " Though the stout man carried no weapons he would after all make a good meat shield if needed. He moved forward and offered an arm, if she should so need it. <d.

Beathag: She slid an arm into his, the lithe, muscular limb the feminine counterpart to his bulking one. "Ah thank ye. " Kendrew assumed a posistion behind them, able to rush around the pair quickly if neccessary. Doors were opened so that air of a chilly spring night would breathe hard on the candles. " Iffn ye see Anulia afore I dae, Odis, be sure tae have her come tae find meh. Ah have nay had the chance tae speak with the lass yet, but Rose tells meh she's daein well at her new job." (d)

Odis Schleitz: The dark brown eyes swept over the exterior of the building. The old familiar habit came into play. The offered arm would not waver in the slightest if she had need to place more weight to ensure her balance upon it. The small nod was given of her request. Though he had only caught snatches and pieces of the half hidden conversation of the two men in the alleyway. He was certain that the little foreign woman had heard more. Given her expression and want to return to the castle as quickly as she could. Something , however, he would speak with Willa about, since she would be taking up residence with the serving staff.. for her to begin rooted through those within, gaining confidences to find out who was , perhaps unwillingly , telling tales. " I would advise you, Your Grace to speak with her soon. " He spoke quietly , while he continued to escort the Lady with great care not to make her appear weak, but to support her at the same time. <d.

Beathag: "Aye, readily noted, Odis, Ah shall." He took the warrior's aspect in her and kept that aloft, so that her strides appeared firmer than they were while not giving away the fact movement was challenging. "Let me know iffn ye hear anythin' in the streets or round ye village as well. We are gaein' tae root out many by rootin' out Tial. Ah'm preparin tae have the men move in raids. If ye know able hands in the village south tha'would join ye, give name n' if they prove able we shall posistion them as sherrifs in the towns" She confided in him her plans, something that she would only do to an elite handful of individuals. As they came to the courtyard's center, she told him, "Watch the eyes o'some here..mark them well..Ah've nay doubt some o' them wish tae kill us all.." (d)

Odis Schleitz: The man listened and gave a small nod. He had a few in mind when it came to able hands. Yet also keeping in mind that it was infact spring, a poor time for war to break out. He would also enlist the help of Maurice, the man was french but did so love intrigues and politics. Odis often relied upon him to help with trading and the like. Besides everyone seemed to adore the man.. why? Odis couldn't say.. he often perfumed himself worse then a brotheled whore but had a rather easy going nature. Odd things to think about given her statement of people wanting to kill them. For some it may appear as arrogance to show up , at the side of the Duchess, unarmed and unafraid. It would almost seem he was baiting some to try their hand. <d.

Beathag: The scenario looked to some an open trap. Why have the Dutchess on an umarmed peasent with only one principle guard? An open courtyard, wide open, aired. If they thought it was an unguarded place, the people milling about were mistaken. Shadows hid them well under cloak of black device. Letting go of Odis' arm, she stood erect and began to speak, "Twill beh said by meh, n' heralds n' criers will repeat these words o'er n' oer, but let it be known ye heard them from the mouth o' ye ruler first! We are at war with any traitor n' any harborin' them, any force inside or out wot aides them. Name, place, posistion, will nay save ye from the wrath o' the sword if ye choose wrong in your allegiances. All who live in the country n' upon farms shall beh given first priority tae be guarded sae their lands are nay burned or looted. If the lairds o' the lands dun nay protect their villages they shall beh considered neglegent, lose their title, n' their Tanists shall take o'er! Beh vigilant, beh careful. If ye've petition Ah shall hear it! Bare nothin' in mind ye have heard I am nay undone." Muttering broke out among small parties (d)

Odis Schleitz: Odis remained stoic and watching. There had been a few that seemed enraged by the sheer idea that one would have to watch over villages instead of their own hides. He couldn't help the muttered statement as he studied a few with a plain interest. " Well, if they did not want us dead before.. I'm fairly certain they do now. " He seemed rather calm about that fact. The arm was again offered, if the Duchess seemed so inclined to take it. He caught movement to the right side.. however it was just another of the locals coming to confirm what had been heard. <d.

Beathag: "Isn't it lovely?" she tilted her head as she watched the crowd begin to dispate. When she took hold of Odis' arm, a call came from the distance, "What news of Struan, m'lady, or Potree?" (d)

Odis Schleitz: " It will be interesting, Your Grace" he answered with a strange deadpan sort of manner. The dark eyes flickered over the crowd to latch onto the one that called it. The man was plainly quiet while he would allow the Lady to answer. He was careful to continue to eye shadows and now and again his gaze swept up to the rooftops. <d.


Beathag: Keeping hold of Odis arm, she turned 'round to answer, "We are at war, sae let tha' be ye answer o' wot is gaein on in these places. More information whilst nay beh given in the interest o' keepin those there safe n' people from becomin' heroic, glory seekin' fools." (d)

Odis Schleitz: The small snort came from Odis , " You should give those that would do so.. a place , Your Grace.. have open enlistment for your army.. only those families that have more then one son. " He advised quietly. That way it would keep the family name to go on.. and save the hearts of the families that had no other to plow fields.. or well people got the general idea. It was a practice that had been carried out in his homelands. <d..

Beathag: "Tha' is already in place Odis. M'thinks he was one o' the ones who was refused..." She breathed in a thought and exhaled a conclusion, " See the head o' the guards iffn ye seek tae enlist, be made aware iffn ye are nay sanctioned tae undertake these rogues, n' ye are nay defendin' home, person, or family, n' ye do it tae be a fool ye'll beh punished," she added to the crowd, " Become a resource, nay somethin' tha' hinders." The numerical figures showed they were being stretched. (d)

Odis Schleitz: Odis nodded as he continued to watch the crowd. " Your Grace, I would advise you to not linger too long here. " He spoke more because of the glare he had caught from the left, a small crowd of men that paused in their conversation to stare at the woman, then would speak in quite tones once more. Odis didn't much care for those stares as he moved perhaps a half inch forward to block the veiw of the Lady from the men. Keeping his own attention forward, the gathering kept within the corner of his eye. Only one moved back a step to watch the woman. Scout... registered within Odis's mind, as the man stepped back again and whispered something to the elder of the group. There were any number of people that seemed insistant upon whispering and turning their eyes upon the Lady. All the while Odis merely stood. At least until he saw that familiar blond head in the back of the crowd. <d.

Beathag: "This is nay goins well," one muttered to another, a nod of head, "Aye, best get our news back. Pickin' off the Lairds one by one. Soon we'll have nay one tae pay reward or hide us in this shyte." Scouts. Odis knew what he was looking at as the men used the crowd breaking off into other directions to sink away into the night. Taking his advice to heart, Beathag called for her carriage to come around "Let us gae back tae the castle n' speak tae ye daughter n' then iffn ye may head out with the others n' see tae the MacDonald business.." The carriage coming round was a blessing. She couldn't keep up appearences much longer, and would need to be tended to, to rest (d)

Odis Schleitz: The man lifted a brow and gave a nod, Maurice stood in the back of the crowd , the small nod from the frenchman was given.. he would keep an ear out in the yard for now. As Odis remained at the Duchess side, he gave a nod to Kendrew as the man opened the door of the carriaged and checked the inside first before allowing his Lady to step up into the carriage. <d.

Beathag: "M'lady," he offered his hand only after it was proven safe, still keeping a look out on the angles to be covered. Odis was welcomed in after her so the man could have a ride back to the castle if need me. Kendrew would right infront of them, Roric behind, each accompanied by an additional two guards to make six. She was happy to see that bolstered seating, sighing softly as she could find a moment in which to shut her eyes behind a shade drawn cover. *(d)

Odis Schleitz: Once she had found her comfort, he stepped inside the carriage and seated himself opposite of her. The man's attention however seemed far more intent upon the cushion across from him. Part of him actually dreaded talking to Willa,knowing the girl's flare for dramatics when it suited her. He was a private man, and had endeared himself to remain that way.. yet it was likely this conversation was going to be anything but private. <d.

[Queen Beathag Aberdeen]

A memory from the Ring of Fire


The MacDonalds of Sleat had become a thorn in the side of a few choice people. Once, some were called friend.

Now one of them is a murderer, and many are interlopers.


The scent of gun powder and sea salt comingled with the perspiration that made her garments cling to her back. Hair was nearly undone from the braid bound in black leather ties. There was something undone in the Lady Warrior when the White Hound had finishined her hunt on the seas.

In the Ring of Fire, every ship had backed down except for one: Ronald Darknell. In truth, he was, Laird of Clan MacDonald, Lord Hugh MacDonald. MacRae had been right in matching the man to posistion of an assumed dock worker. Many things from that night had become a blur, save the instant when she bid him return, and he refused. She bid again, and he said he would not submit to the peasent. Thrice. Three times asked. After the request was denied the last thing that the men on his boat could see was her hair. It danced on the breeze in a moment of cold, frozen beauty before her voice boomed "Fire!" The boom of metal exploded with the glow of scarlet flame, tearing into the ship until only a column of fading smoke was left when it sunk quickly to the bottom of the sea.

That was the last she saw of a man who had once stood with her as a friend.

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I.
Life after Marlene's Murder - A Cousin's Fate

Murder boosted Grufford's business. Man, woman, a daring child all wanted to come and see where the Duchess and Lord Mashall had found the body of the murdered whore. What he might have charged in pennies for the chance to look at the now scrubbed clean room was made up for in the amount of drinks he poured, food sold, and crowded tables. Over card games, they speculated how, why, and with what the crime was committed. Black talk was a supersticion he often abided, but even Grufford could sell a smidgeon of his soul to sleep under a sturdier roof.

He poked his head into the kitchen to see how the stew was coming on. He could hardly cook worth a damn, making it look more like water mixed with something from the privy. The scent coming from the pot was a concoction far more appealing than shyte. Kristen cut coins out of bright orange carrots before tossing them in the pot with some mixture of herbs from the market. He couldn't tell it up from down, but pretended to have some sort of a say in how the money at this end of the Pub was spent by smelling the steam, letting his belly rumble, and offering his tar pitched approval on the whole lot. "Smells different taeday," he said, trying to be difficult,"Dun change it up much now, Kristen. Mens like their stuff without tae much change.."

By now, Kristen was contemplating adding turnips into the stew or offering up sweet potatoes as a side dish to make the pot last in to tomorrow. Pursed lips blew back a piece of brown hair as she let the decision mull around while Grufford gabbed on about something or other. He was a good man, really. Hard to fathom but a good man. "Ye smell like tobacco again, Grufford, ye'll make dinner smell too. Get! Get out, it is the same as last night, get out o' the kitchen."

"Oh now, don't get cross womans. I dun mean nothin'." He looked miffed, she rolled her eyes. It was the repitoire of a month, and praise be to it. She was so fetching with life. It was almost two weeks before she e'en said so much as boo. "Theys be comin' again to talk about that room where they found Marlene," he knew better than to call her cousin a tawdry whore, even if she'd been one,"What with all the war, n' fightin n' all. Seems folks get mighty curious 'bout things. Dun think its good to let all that black talk come..but business is up. Dun quite reckon it m'self."

Kristen was at an odd end herself. The parson promised her she wouldn't go to hell for working where her cousin met her fate, if anything, she'd buy a few more prayers to redeem the often questionable reputation of the people that frequented it. The knife came down a little bit harder, leaving a mark in the cutting board as she split a sweet potatoe in half. Marlene hadn't meant to hurt anybody. Bold, frisky, tawdry, and tart? There was more to her than that. Nobody complained when her money paid the tithes for the alms baskets, brought in extra food, or fixed all the family problems that the circles of metal are apt to do. No more debt. No more misery.

No more Marlene.

"It's all talk, it be goin' over soon. Mom always said gossip was like dust, it settles fer awhile until a good wind or a good clean thing comes 'long to sweep it out. Dun you mind me none. Turas Lan is different than Broadford n' I knew that n' Marlene knew it too. She's in the ground. All the gossip o' how she got there will go away."

Grufford saw how the subject was still sore for her. Best to leave it at that. Never push, that was his belief. It was bubbling, like her good stews, going to pour over soon enough. He'd need only cup his hands to catch it. Kristen's family wanted nothing to do with her of late, afraid her whore and devil adventures with Marlene would taint her little sisters. They seemed all too happy when Grufford had driven her back to Broadford to insist the man take her as a wife. He wasn't bad off for 45, mind you, but he wasn't the sort of young man he thought Kristen could do better with. Not that he didn't find her fetching. Her broadside, stern, aft, all were ship shape to him! But she wasn't even twenty yet, and it seemed awful unfair to give her off to an old lout like him.

"You take the hussy!" Good Wife Henely had shrieked when he'd tried to put Kristen over the door, "Take her! She probably has your filth all o'er! Husband, husbaaaand! I don't want her! I don't!"
"But Ma, I did nay do it! I still be intact! Ma! Ma!"

"Here, ye can have her dowry, what it's worth. Two sorrel mares, a new cart, new tack. Coins be under the seat..was supposed to be for her weddin' day. I'll have the Parson marry ya right quick. Won't say a word iffn she's..well..spoiled."

Grufford wasn't a quick man. His words were often lost in the old pipe, whiskey concoct that started to shut up his throat at times, but his face spoke of him being very displeased. "Now dun shut her out..."

"Papa! For God sakes..stop that!"