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Post by mariusdebrabant on Feb 9, 2010 22:11:02 GMT -6
Marius was frankly relieved to be outside the capital city, except for the fact that he missed Janice so badly. But he was a warrior, and sitting in barracks or even Ebony Hall was not what he was meant to do. This patrol was an opportunity to get to know Skye better, and it's people as well. He had a few ideas about how enemy spies were getting into Skye, and this would give him the opportunity to get proof, one way or the other. His leave-taking from Janice had been very tender. She was going to missing him as much as he was missing her, but she did understand him, and she took it with brave faced acceptance of any noblewoman seeing her man ride off. He smiled to himself as he thought abut it; she would make a magnificent wife.
Marius started by following the road. The Lord Marshal had given him no itinerary or even a route; just patrol. Marius made a point of heading out toward the shore. In fact he was heading out toward some of the fishing villages. He had always believed that fisherman could bring in almost anything or anyone. And smugglers. Of course smugglers weren't exactly going to sit down and have a heart to heart chat with anyone wearing the Griffin. Smugglers charged well for their services. Fishermen were not so expensive. And the villages were rather isolated but easy to use to escape should it prove necessary. Smugglers worked to schedules, and these operations had to go when they had to go.
Marius made his way along the coast stopping at every fishing village. Each time he asked about any strangers, and especially about the fishermen bringing people ashore. Marius made it perfectly clear that there would be no punishment. He even put around some of his own gold to guarantee they would send him a message if any others attempted to come ashore that way. But no recent arrivals. Village after village gave him the same response. Finally, ear the end of his circuit, his patience was rewarded. At this village they spoke to him honestly and at great length. A little gold did seem to assist their memories and assure their cooperation however. But the Knight from Austria recovered the information he needed.
The two assassins who had attempted to kill Janice and himself had indeed come ashore right here. It too much persuasion from Marius to get this information. He not only gave them gold, but assured them that they had committed no offense against the rulers of Skye, while at the same time guaranteeing that any future arrivals would be reported to him. The one bit of information that made the entire trip worth wile was that a man was waiting for them with mounts as they came ashore. And who should this erstwhile contact be, by description, the same man he had traced to the tavern where the lower servants from Griffin Castle congregated after their duties were finished for the day. Now Marius had him; he was connected by his arrival, not only to the destruction of the bookshop, but also the assassination attempt. More then ever the warrior believed this man to be an experienced professional, and possibly controlling even more agents.
His hosts then gave him a snippet of perplexing information. There were other present when the two assassins came ashore. These people remained back, barely in sight. But one of them was a woman. Marius thanked them for all of their useful information. Now they knew what a danger there was, anyone else would be reported or even held for the military authorities.
Continuing on the journey, Marius was worried. He had said that Skye was a sieve. He wasn't exaggerating; enemies were coming in over the docks, in fishing villages, and supposedly through Under dark. When he returned he would have a small talks with Lady St.Laurence. Perhaps a few words in the right ear could remedy this problem. As a simple warrior, that was all he could do.
By now Marius was actually looking forward to returning to the capital city. He was looking forward to being with his lovely Janice once again. He was on the main road, just about to head straight back to Turas Lan and Janice, but heard a commotion ahead of him on the road; female screams by the sound of it. Taking his favorite morning star in his right hand and spurring Thunder forward he charged into the melee. Half a dozen roughly clad, armed men were surrounding a mounted party of two women and a man. The man was on the ground on his knees, apparently already beaten into submission. One of the women was already on the ground and about to be raped. Still mounted was an obvious noblewoman, sitting tall and erect on her richly caparisoned mount with an archer of sorts kept her at bay. She out of all of them was worthy of note; tall, dark haired, and dark eyed with a gown that was obviously cut to advertise her most ample breasts. Marius did not see any more at the time. Galloping in among them the brigands did not hold against the single mounted warrior. Surprisingly, being greatly outnumbered Marius saw them scatter and run off into a forested area.
Then he turned his attention back to the people who he had rescued. The noblewoman spoke to him in an accented, but haughty voice. "I am Alessandra di Lagarone, traveling with my maid servant Lucia and my lackey Rudolpho" Marius replied courteously. "I am Sir Marius de Brabant, a member of the forces of Skye. I was on patrol and came across your party under attack. I charged, they ran. Quite simply." He was smiling but somehow he didn't believe it all. "Sir Marius, it is good that there are still brave knights about to aid women in distress. We are indebted to your bravery and courage Sir." Keeping his smile, but remaining wary. "It was nothing Mistress di Lagarone. Merely my duty. Since none of you are hurt, I will allow you to continue on your way. If you keep to this road you will come to our capital Turas Lan." Marius had dismounted to assist the lackey and maid. Remarkably, both looked quite composed under the circumstances; perhaps because they were Italian. The noblewoman spoke to him again. "We are indebted to you Sir Marius; your saved us from robbery and much worse." Her voice caught in her throat as she spoke, dismounting with assistance from the lackey. She walked toward Marius, her hips slightly swaying to show sher shape. Her breasts seems to marching toward him. She stopped, as they were just about to touch him, her eyes seeming to brim with admiration and affection as well. Marius carefully took a step back wards. Her dark eyes kept boring into his deeply with an almost overpowering senses. This was a woman who knew how to use her sexuality. She kept trying, using every trick she knew, inviting him to camp with them, always keeping her body against his for any excuse. Marius had to think fast and explained that he was not returning immediately to the capital. "I would suggest that you stay at the Bannockburn Tavern, it is the very best in the capital." Once Alessandra making an obvious play for him, making him the sort of offer few men could resist. If not for Janice, he might well have succumbed to this woman's obvious charms. There was also a sixth sense that told him this whole thing was a set up, and he was the one being set up. It was almost dusk before he made his escape. And he did not take the road but rather went off into a forested area and just watched and waited. The road ran past and he heard a horseman, but it was after dark and he could not see him clearly. Marius continued on his patrol but staying well off the road and returning by a most roundabout route.
Alessandra traveled on to the capital making excellent; riding hard. But now she had changed into proper traveling garb and looked like any other noblewoman. She arrived in the capital without incident and immediately took up residence at the Bannockburn Inn. Through one means or another she managed to get her self invited to more then one social gathering, which were many in the capital during the winter season. She repeatedly told the story of her miraculous rescue and of the incredibly handsome Sir Marius de Brabant who had accomplished this feat. Alessandra also managed to let slip certain physical comments about Marius, his finely muscled form, his powerful thighs, even about scars of his many wounds, the strength of his arms, and even his manly stamina. Never did she directly say that he had slept with her, but the result was quite the same. And in each party she reiterated that they would be together again, as soon as he returned from patrol and she was counting the hours till that happened. The stories got around. And in not many days, and before Marius returned they came to the attention of Lady Janice Vicreed, his betrothed.
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Post by Janice Olivia Monroe on Feb 11, 2010 0:12:28 GMT -6
Janice: "Mistress Dora, what think you of that one..there." A little game of innocence to pass the time. Amusement, for amusement's sake. The late afternoon breeze played brisk-quick games before going to an unexpected lag. Winter was growing tired, or lazy. Maybe winter couldn't compete with so many bodies to annoy. She wore her heavy shawl instead of a cloak or dress with heavier over-coat. What, pray say, was she asking her lady's companion of? The nature of men. They were surrounded by them, in truth. Two at the rear, one that kept the front. One occasional that transversed either side. At least they blended whilegiving a keen presence of authority . "The one who is always behind us? What kind of a man would you say he was?" (d)
Dora: "One of what/" her thoughts were on the turnips displayed on a vendor's stall. "I like the big fat ones." From under the hair wrap over, her white and maroon wimple bright brown eyes winked at Janice. "Oh, I thought you was speaking of the vegetables." the mistake showed where her mind was. "I like the dark ones, like me Clovis. Not too tall." Exactly why she preferred Clovis Dora would not speak aloud to the young girl Janice. (d)
Janice: "Mistress Dora...ah yes, you have the way of it. Not too tall. Why not too tall?" The discussions became a usual of late. A bit of this, a bit of that. As time went by Janice figured her kept simplicity wouldn't do forever. Sighing, she plucked up a turnip in hand fathoming if it would compare to - oh dear- it couldn't be that at all. Once in Court, she heard a sordid story of what a kitchen lass had done with pilfered vegetables. Uncovered locks, an island staple, suited both youth and being. Why, the soft twisted braids the woman had pinned herself, like a mother. Years since her own mother had perished, Dora was now of that. As one of the rear guards changed places to be the solo man in front, she'd say, "I rather like him, he is tall. It looks as if he could fend away both a fight as well as give a good embrace. Once, Adelaide and Rhiannon spoke of a man's hands. The strength in them." She turned a soft pink, looking at one of the rosy apples. "Whilst not to the...extent of which they speak, I see what they do mean. Sir deBrabant has fine hands." (d)
Dora:"Too tall a man attract other women, I myself ain't up to competetation. Fightin' ain't in the same arena as "..mutter.."that there. Hands can pinch ya. Or pat yer bum. And good hands ae best to end arms that give you a hug. " Dora sighed and wished she had known more of the world before Bad Mike had wisked her off that time. "Oh, you been noticing him real good, ain't you? Sir Marius." This had to be a good thing. She whispred, "He bea good kisser, too?(d)
Janice: Janice had only known what it was to fathom a fancy for a monk reared bookkeep, and nurse unkept love for a french dress-maker come made scientiest she could never have. With Marius, it was love given, love received. It was all matter of the things she'd ever read about! The smile widened to broad extremities as a maiden's sigh fell across her lips. To her elder companion she linked their arms to whisper, "Oh Mistress Dora, what I have read is nothing like what it is to experience it! And in his arms! He is a most fine gentlemen..so brave, strong. Yet he is also very shy when we are together,and rambles so kindly. Like he has lost his words and I should find them. We speak of books too..and a life together. Think you it should be? We have spoken betrothal..he wishes a month but I deem two Mistress! One ought not rush..so hard yet..we rush now but we shan't rush more! People will think I am with child, but I am untouched." She whispered, she herself rambling. "Tell me, how stood you to be married, or what of men? I am not so naieve at 20 as some would think. My virginity was nearly sold at an aunction block for the benefit of my guardians, but remain a flower do I, by Grace of God. Yet still the more..how you say...uneducated somewhere?" (d)
Dora: Lynch threw a few extra tunips into her market basket, in case Marius was in to dine. "I only held hands wif my first love, Jimmy. " She spoke of a very young man, long dead. "I find that marriage vows make a good man not so shy.The Almighty give men the urge, the know how come with practice and time. You both learn together, as God intended. " It ahd not been so gentle and loiving with herself, but she delighted in that things were going to be better for the young girl. "Tis a secret, but you know the engineer? Her was virgin until wed; what she has learned be from being wed. And a jug o honey mead for the wedding night be good and proper, too." (d)
Liliana: "Which one do you think, Lara?" Strolling along, fiddling with a basket, were both the Campbell women. Fairskinned next to darker skinned as faces came close to peruse different fabrics held in hand. It was the fairer that carried the basket while allowing the darker to handle fabric with both hands. What they perused were the simple things of women- fabric for the making of a wee child's clothing. The child Liliana carried would definitely be in need of clothing when born. Unlike little Glenna who'd it been hard to keep clothes on that first year and a half, something Dona said Glenna got from her Father, this one would be kept appropriate. Lara pointed to a soft blue and green fabric. Yet it was Liliana's brown eyes lifting that noted a familiar face. Glenna's Princess. "Lady Janice!" Still yet a distance separated and her loud words made some pause with a look of- how dare a Lady act so...well not. (d)
Janice: "That is a good thing, a precious memory Miss Dora. Marius touched my hand not long when first we met. Over a map. it would be over a map." Or book. Or text. Thank goodness it wasn't over the Holy Bible though she would have foundthe humor in it. A few bits of coin were exchanged for a pair of apples, but they were all for now. One she gave to Dora, one she kept for herself. Biting into the fruit with a zeal that beat back women who ate like pigeons, she chewed. Like a scholar with quill, so was Janice with red apple, bobbing it in her hand as she spoke. "Honey mead...what else is good to know, before such a night? I feel as if this is harder to learn than languages! What of..dress, or..hair. Marius is always taken with me but when I dress for the Lady's company...Lady Beathag's, he always has stars about his eyes. Think you I am more fetching in my court dresses?" Today she wore a comfortable, reliable stand by that was dove gray with gray buttons, a bit of white lace on the neck or sleeves, but something from years before. It covered her arms, even buttoned up the neck. You could take the girl from the convent..."He iosa knight...and when we marry you will coem with me won't you? Goodness..so much to consider..oh look there is the Lady Campbell..err..Liliana. and why is everyone so in love with their first names? I thought we ought not call nobility by them." But she was posed on the verge of it herself, bouncing a bit to her toes. "Lady Liliana!" (d)
Dora: Dorie gnawed at the apple, her side teeth taking the main blunt of her effort. "I will supply you both with a gift of the mead; Just a few sips will make you both more at ease. And you ought to be seen at your best, waist laced inso as none gossip. And you need to look good to honor the knight. He is a good man, such as deserve you angel. Part of what the world thinks is the act we shows them." Dora nodded and gave a gesture of curtsy at a distance to the noblility mentioned. And added quietly to Janice, " Each of us in her place, stacked like a pile o logs with the good Majesty Bess at the top." Dora was used to being at the bottom of that pile, only recently elevated to the title of Mistress, with her husband's land ownership. (d)
Liliana: Well, one couldn't fault Liliana in truth. Being considered nobility? She'd have never thought it! Having been a simple tavern worker and servant for most of her life. Liliana didn't think herself above anyone. Weaving way throughcrowding bodies was quite a feat with a belly, but she managed it splendidly. Lara followed behind silently, giving a good glance to any who might take affront with her sister-in-law. "It is good to see you again. Glenna has not stopped talking of you since that day we met." Warm and friendly smiled turned easily from Janice to Dora. "Good day to you as well. How does the day find you both?" (d)
Janice:"Fond meeting again and God keep you, Liliana!" Once the space between them enclosed, she paid her better a curtsy while rising to take in further discussion at once. "You may tell Glenna that she is welcome whenever she pleases! Children are very eager and zealous, easier to please than some customers." Less judgemental, less horrendous in how views of the world were formed. The apple in hand was tucked just a moment behind her back as she turned to Mistress Lynch was more. Laced waist. Looks that would honor and please. It was a good way to consider it. "Mistress Dora and I were speaking of men, and all manner of things around them. Mistress Dora, you are right. What man wouldn't find a diamond brooch and velvet pleasing over, well." She laughed, looking at her comfortable but plain dark gray sleeve. While she did not require much, the wardrobe she wore versus what she kept made no sense. The young woman boasted such clothing for all occasion be it day, afternoon, evening, business, semi-formal, formal. Court or riding. Seasonal, that would make all those who scoffed at her pea-green with envy but she preferred what was simple. Designed to hide, how could you hide what age rendered? Comely curves, a delicious bosom beneath that neckline. See, here went some of the fellows: Once, she was laughing with them in a May day but at twenty all of them were now married, or set to be married to men with coffers. They dressed in their best clothes to drink water, and 'indulged' her company. Much as Dora had done she curtsied to acknowledge at a distance women who had married men of good business, military, or born noble ventures. They whispered behind their hands after waving to her. (d)
Dora: "Good to see you once again." Dora stood sightly back of Janice, in keeping with her status as employee. Dorie gracefully spit some apple seeds in the other direction. "Gasp!" I bit into worm!" She held one hand over her mouth and cringed. Such a thing to say in good company. "Good thing spring is on the way, time for fresh greens is at our doorstoop." She was suddenly self concious. (d)
Liliana: "While I do not doubt the wisdom of the Mistress Dora I must say that any man who cares more about clothing than the lady wearing them is not worth your time." Liliana had observed both Marius and Janice together while chaperoning. From what had been witnessed? It seemed that Janice could wear a potato sack and still look better than those who whispered as they walked by in their fancy gowns. The girl had, effectively if Liliana must say so,caught Marius's eye. Watching Dora with something close to amusement, she grinned wider,"Though it does not hurt to change your appearance once in awhile. Keeps your man on his toes and negates any wandering of eye. Isn't that correct, Mistress Dora?" She would include the woman. Liliana would not treat her as most were wont to treat servants. They did exist! (d)
Janice: "I do have better, wear many such on the row. Proper, good of a gentry woman. Of the Lane, too." She concluded to mingle one's sense with a bit of fashionable pride was not so vein. Still, it showed to her character that she need not show asset all of the time. Still. A man's eye could wander? Oh my. This was so. She nodded, taking up her own apple with no worm . "It had a worm? That won't do. Here, we may all share mine?" Odd quirk would have fingersdismantle a piece of the hair ornament that pinned her braids aloft, deftly slicing the apple with a clean blade. It was for the sake of work twas kept, for she opened a great many things during the day. Har-har. "Here, this one is good and sweet, like you two women. " She let the continue to school her, for both were married, well and happy. Across the street even if one was not married so happy, how they giggled, glaring as they went. Mouth moved to form the word' 'Lady BookWhore' or 'Lady Noman'. (d)
Dora: Dora had her years of wearing rags, castoff gowns given in gratitude for washing a dead person for burial. A nice gown was a dream to her. " Tis an honor to a man that his woman wants to look her finest for his eyes and that others may see that she values herself high." Dora looked at her apple."I do not have any o the worm to share with you all. It was not too bad, 'most tasty. " She looked almost blank, blinking a bit, "Mistress Janice has got a grand wardrobe. " as if that was important. (d)
Alessandra: Up ahead of them there appeared another commotion, of a most unusual. The market place of Skye's capital had seen many unusual sights, but this one drew attentione from all directions, especially the men. Two women, one noble, onemaid were out walking along the stalls. The maid was undoubedly attractive and easily could have attracted notice on her own, but it was her mistress that drew all eyes to her. A tall, smouldering beauty of dark eyes and hair, with a bosum that made a way for her. The rest of her figure was like a wasp, a man could encircle it with both hands. With her dark, exotic looks and haughty breasts, men and women alike stood aside to let her pass. She spoke a definite foreign accent, announcing herself as Alessandra di Lagarone from the Empire. (d)
Liliana: "Why thank you, Lady Janice." Acceptance of the apple with kindness was given. Turning down food? Impossible! Considering her condition food cravings happened most often. "I have the occasional gown I wear just for my husband'seyes. Yet this does not mean I must all the time nor often. He finds me just as beautiful wearing a worn gown and covered in flour from a day of baking." When speaking of Kendrew love sparked clearly to light brown eyes and makeface glow. Those eyes were drawn to the commotion though just as she would have commented about wardrobe to Dora. One slim brow arched at the sight. "Wonder who she is to garner such commotion?" (d)
Janice:"Thank you, Lady Liliana. You ought not call me lady, until the wedding tis only Mistress." All the logs atop the pile with her Majesty upon the top, with Janice wedged in the center above Dora but leagues under the likes of Liliana. The social status quo meant so little to her until with the advance of intellect, self-made fortune, and gain she felt the pressure push hard against the back. A betrothal to a knight while not yet made roudns would soon be fodder for all sorts of speculation. If Marius sought to advance himself, should she not her own? There she was, poised in the Lady's court with hardly a care for it. Her worstnightmare came upon them as her face flushed, her eyes turned so as not to stare at the desire of men incarnate. Empire's aphrodite, Venus with wasp waist! Even her maid was so comely as to make men stammer. "I wonder if Marius' match in the empire looked so. He turned one down Liliana, only recently to stay with me. I would not survive in an Austrian court.." Look how high the head, how ample the.....confidence, of the madame! (d)
Dora:"Ahem" Dora held her apron end over her mouth as she looked over at Alessandra, the dark hair alone made her stand out in this land of red and blonde haired citizens. She remarks to Janice about this one, in hushed tones, "But canread? Translate? It take more than surface.." Then she looked to Janice," He turned down a match? See? I trust him, Mistress." Be that as it was, the servant could not keep from staring. (d)
Alessandra:: Alessandria made a point of speaking to many of the noblewomen who frequented the marketplace. She made much of the great danger she had faced on the road and of the handsome knight who had charged to the rescue of both herself and her maid. How it was more then their wealth they were afraid of losing to those filthy brigands. The story was repeated up and down the street. It was when she described Sir Marius de Brabant that eyebrows were raised, and unasked questions accumulated in the minds of her listeners. The foreign woman spoke of Marius's strong arms, and finely muscled legs and thighs. Even the many scars upon his back. She was saying, without saying it directly, that she and Marius had been quite intimate, and that he had truly enjoyed the experience. In fact he was returning from patrol as swiftly as possible to "spend more time with her". And Alessandra made it quite plain that she would relish spending this time with the gallant knight. (d)
Marius: Of one thing all could be sure of it was that word of mouth traveled quickly. By the time Alessandra had appeared in the view of the three ladies and started spreading her story it circulated like a raging fire back toward whereLiliana stood by Janice and Dora. "Janice, I call you Lady not due to your station. It is due to the fact that if ever anyone is a true lady, it is you. I could see this upon our first meeting." Brows furrowed while lips formed in a sour look at briefly caught words that Liliana prayed had been heard wrong! "We can be assured that you are far more the lady than that one. Mistress Dora is correct though. I doubt there is anything in her head except air." Meanwords were not Liliana's usual, but after having caught that...well...she had a few things she'd like to say to this lady and perhaps Marius himself. (d)
Janice: The woman told a fantastic tale of how in her darkest hour a knight appeared to save her. Would God be trying to excersise his sense of humor? Marius was not only in name nor chivlary, but the woman with no modesty to speak of delivered a lesson on his intimate features! Her hands held out onto both Liliana and Dora's shoulders, oh, she could have fainted! These were places upon the knight nor any man she had ever seen, and if they came to view why she turned her head! Color was beginning to seep milimeter by milimeter from her face as the story continued to a rousing conclusion of another meeting? "Th..thank you, Lady Liliana. Well, if air is in her head it is Marius fashionedI can't..he wouldn't..but." She forced herself to stay erect! She was his betrothed, and in the company of the Lord Campbell's wife! Oh dear lord she was coming closer, closer! Janice would lower in a curtsy to the fair woman offoreign breasts, eer, shores. She came in height to the furrow of those things! "M'lady, good day! Your story comes down the lane..God keep you, and bless you after being so terribly beset. I am glad my betrothed was able to..rescue you." Honor him. Be for him. Trust. She would neither cry nor lose her temper. It was most unbecoming (d)
Dora: "A real Lady don't speak about a man's body in public." Dora glowerd at the lovely dark haired woman as she muttered this to Janice, in lowered tones. "Even his back? She seen his bare back? Lordy! If he ain't got scars, she is justtrash talkin' you, Mistress. I know you man would go to a rescue, of anyone in need. More than that?She spat away from the gathering."All taunt and no substance." She saw the woman's breasts and thought perhaps she was nursing twins, back home. Lynch drew back standing close to Janice and listened as she has no right to speak once the dark haird woman came near. (d)
Alessandra: Alessandra continued on her passage, giving Janice the barest inclination of her head in recognition of her very public statement of being Marius's betrothed. And she did it with a smirk on her face as she barely slowed her stride.She did not cease repeating her story; nor did she cease her intimate description of her rescuer. Even the stall owners were beginning to take notice of this. The foreign beauty also invited several to visit her at the Bannockburnwhere she was staying. The entire marketplace now seemed to be caught up in the story and woman repeating it. Sir Marius was now the talk of the marketplace. With the normal rate of gossip, within a day, he would be the talk of the entire capital, and he was not even there to confirm or deny the story. (d)
Liliana: A rock. That was what Liliana would be for Janice now. One hand soothingly removed fair hand from shoulder to press it between the warm of both her darker ones in comfort. "Be firm Lady Janice. Remember you are his betrothed. Notthis overinflated hussy with less manners than the lowliest street whore." Oh, Liliana's mocha eyes watched this Alessandra with venom as she went waltzing on by with sway of hips like some Queen. La-de-da. She did not overly care if the woman heard as she passed by. Yet it was the blatant snotty smirk and lacking acknowledgement of Janice that finally got the best of Liliana. Later she'd have to blame hormones. A hand grabbed an apple from nearest stall and before any could see who'd done it- besides the two closest- it flew with precise aim toward the woman's rump. (d)
Janice: Not one word. Not one word from the woman and she dared to look down her nose at Janice as if she were the flea on the back of a dog! The scraps under the foot she fed them! It took everything to maintain her composure as in one instant the Whore of Austria undid what took years to instill. To ignore the prattle of court in a world that favored intelligence, but what of his world? What if he wished to take his new scholar bride home to be thrown at the wolves who flaunted their breasts like heathen savages and tore her down with no mercy? Janice froze into place when she rose, hands holding one another. When Liliana struck out at the tart, only then did she smile. My, such fire! Even the guards in janice's company were aghast at the behavior of the women on all ends, Lord. Fighting esbionage was much easier than the shyte of cats. She turned her face as to be of no suspect either way. Perhaps it was God kindly deflating the size of the woman's posterior. Could he not make one strike her head, too? Still, in one moment she realized just how much her ability to play a game, but refusing to, might cost her. What it could do to Marius, hell, what it could do to her! Forget him a moment! She clung to her book dream with such fervor that the larger picture was waltzing by, literally. If she didn't do something much as she had to strike out on her own? Then women like that...jezebel, were going to walk all over her all of her days. "Mistress dora..may we find somewhere to sit please? I still feel ill." (d)
Dora: A rock. That is what she wished she had in her hand to sling at that hussy! Instead she let reason and good sense guide her words to Janice. "Bide you time, take heart in that your Sir Marius don't play them games. Good men always got women after them and that is the truth of it. Why,"she helped Janice to a seat atop a crate, " One time it got so bad with Clovis, I had to punch out Mavis Gleph! Broke her nose too.""But I be not a lady with good manners, and for a fact neither is missy fanny over there. Talk to Sir Marius when he come back; until then.." Dora watched the two new women go on talking about the market. " Were it me, I would walk up and draw the line; tell her to cease and desist that talk. Or else." (d)
Alessandra: Alessandra felt the apple strike her rear. Only her maid could see her response. She smiled; she had indeed hit her mark. (d)
Janice: Dora was right, but before any line could be drawn save the trigectory of one apple to ample arse, the woman was gone. Dora went to fetch Janice something to drink while Janice by this time had all but blanched. "It is more than a matter of honor, but of life realized...refusing to advance myself, refusing...to rise will do him no service. Women like..her...are going to devour me if nothing changes." She let her head lapse to her hands as the world spun, "He is away..he is away and I must wait lord knows how many times with THAT around. What if she is at court?" (d)
Liliana: "Breath Janice. You must be calm." Liliana's anger had lessened to allow the woman to soothe Janice. She could not believe that she'd done that! Yet it'd been in defense of Janice. How dare that woman treat her friend in such anapalling manner. Gently one hand would touch a pale cheek in a gesture almost motherly,"Be calm, dear heart, Dora and I will aid you in this matter. Aye, you must indeed stand up for yourself. We will help and support you in anymanner that we can." Brows furrowed as Liliana glanced off in the direction that hussy had traveled. What if she were at court? "If she be then you approach her with dignity and aplomb. You are a true Lady unlike that one. You mustnot let her bother you or it shall seem you lack faith in your beloved." (d)
Janice: "Yes..you are right. On all of it, you both are. I must not let it seem that I have no faith in Marius, but...that...THAT" How she wanted to call her something more prolific than 'woman of the evening', but the temper had contained. Somewhat. All are dual sided, and the same woman that told off the Lord General could certainly tell off that top heavy strumpet! She looked at Liliana with a soft smile, "I had no sisters, nor brothers. My mother has been gone these years, not long after I arrived here. It is good to have you, Dora, Ada. Rhiannon. Even Lady Laurence. Let her bother me. Do they make such slights at you, m'lady?" She asked in true curiosity "They call me Lady Book-Whore, Lady Noman. I am familiar with the likes of old biddy, old crone. Lackluster. Charmless." The tongue of the female was as sharp as any sword, cutting hard when it found a target! Once more she looked off to that direction. Dora, bless her heart, returned with her mistress' recent favorite of spiced cider with an emphasis on 'spice.' Christ drank wine, she could have spiced cider. "To help me..make the sow's ear into a silk purse for always. I am not..unattractive or..unintelligent..I..just..detest. That. But I know the power of it too. Let alone the power of the world we are all in.." (d)
Liliana: Sturdy crates, that was what they sat upon, and Liliana appreciated it. In her condition anything sat on needed to be able to stay firm beneath her. "Aye, I know what they do to you. I have dealt my fair share with that type aswell, Janice." Sympathy and commiseration showed clearly upon copperskinned features. "Of recent it was a clanswoman by name of Mairi who tried to get her soiled hands into my Kendrew's trousers. I near..." Blushing slightly, thankful for her skin color, she whispered secretively,"Let it just be said that my throwing of the apple at that hussy was much more ladylike than one I did to the clan strumpet." Hand sought Janice's for a comforting squeezebefore releasing it to allow the spiced cider to be taken. The young woman would need that for fortification. "Their words are cruel and meant to stab as knives. Full of venom that eats at heart and soul. I have been called whore,witch, and much worse- to my face. Only once did I let their cruelty cause an inkling of doubt and I dearly regret that for they got what was sought. Yet never again. I know that it is I my husband loves and not due to some witchcraft nor just for my figure. Never let your faith in Marius nor confidence in yourself wane even slightly, Janice, or they'll have you for dinner." (d)
Janice: Two soldiers in a war where more than they fought against the staunch old peerage with their views of where they ought to be. Why, what was said among even the Halls of those they contracted with. People were cruel; the Lilly's were not god's plague upon good men, the women of the Mo'r Oukselo's confidence weren't harpies. Why, what they even said of the Lord at times was enough to make her faint on behalf of all of them! She leaned in, drinking the cider with wide eyes as good, sweet Liliana told a story of unleashing fury upon the clanswoman who dared to touch what was well known to be taken!Janice put fingers over her open mouth. "No, no! The Lord makes no secret of how he favors you! What audacity! Oh you did..worse than..the apple? Well, God forgave you I promise." As if she had the Allmighty's ear. As much time as the girl spent upon her knees whenever prayer bells rang she could get Liliana a personal audience with the holy virgin. Or should they speak with Mary Magdalene? "Yes..I musn't let this wear in. No, no and it must be a sign that things must change..why." She whispered low, so low that the wind might lose the words. Being so guarded, she had no fear now. The Order guards were so comforting she wonder why she ever turned them away. "If I might translate for the HIgh Lord, and take arrows on behalf of it..then I must rise in the court it takes place in." She nodded her head. Inveryne had groomed her for it, Claramae filled her head with its inner workings. Jean-Claude dressed her for...heaven knew, but he dressed her expertly. Dora's kind touches made for delightful marriage of sense and extravagance. Even now, that plain gown? That was an ample amount of good English wool so soft it was near cotton, with touches of expensive Belgian lace. (d)
Liliana: "Aye, you have faced worse than some top heavy woman who spreads lies with her tongue. I shall help you in preparation as much I can." Wide smile upon curving lips before she continued,"If I must say so myself- I have managed to keep Kendrew though the true feat is I caught him in the first. I recall watching the fawning of many women who wished to have him. So perhaps I can find way to aid you in showing that woman that you will not be toyed with or madefool of." Liliana wished to be able to send the woman back to what rock she'd crawled out from under. One hand pressed at back to soothe an ache while she considered Janice. "Even not dressed in courtly garb you are a beauty. With the proper touches I foresee that woman realizing how she pales in comparison." (d)
Janice:"You think so?" She grinned over the rim of her cup like a child who'd received a sweet. She huffed., looking down at her long arm with a measure of appraisal. She was of a good enough height, not too short, nor too tall. Her mother was French was an instant blessing it seemed by way of feature. Why, even those features of her Jewish father were comely, so he had secreted his mixed heritage's best over the border of creation! "Hmm." Dora Lynch tilted her head, leaning over to pluck out a button of the collar. "Lower, lass. Lower. " Face flushed with a heavy giggle, but hadn't Janice born her bosom (and loads more) before? She did it daily, why did she cover it up today,the chill? "Dora, ..aye, um. Lower. Perhaps we should pillage my closet. I think we should also see Miss Adaelaide for a bit of a charm..." Was Janice concocting strategy? (d)
Liliana: "Aye, I do." Liliana's eyes appraised Janice in much the manner of two women who had done so to her. Milly and Tilly had made Liliana blush much yet clearly been full of wisdom. Now a nod of dark head was given as Dora suggested theshowing of more bosom. "Lower is correct. Remember that the Lord gave you this body and showing it off a little will not bring down his wrath, Janice. Remember it is for good cause." Talk of gown and closet raiding brought about anegative shake of head. "This requires something completely new. Something that none have seen." Mind searched recesses for a moment before smile blossomed wider,"The coutier! That is whom we shall approach to find you adesign. Perhaps adjustments to an old one to make it new so that it can be finished quickly." (d)
Janice: "Oh, but that it so extravagant, Lady! Truly, my closet does have, well...more visually appeasing fare. I just do not elect to wear it. Have you heard of the dress shop owned by Jean-Claude d'Aquitaine. He..makes most of my clothing.." She flushed, he paid her in money AND dresses for doing his books, but it was a sad bit of use if she only wore his business works. "There eis ...one I wished to have modified but perhaps for the occasion.." The Lord may not, but surely a nun would arrive at any moment to beat her down with a prayer book. "It is. Well, I can show you..." (d)
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Post by mariusdebrabant on Feb 11, 2010 19:08:53 GMT -6
Before Marius took his leave of the overpowering Alessandra, he mentioned that regrettably he could not escort her directly back to the capital. He had to tend to some other duties and would not be returning immediately. The Knight from Austria made a great show of moving over a side road that lead to another road that made a great loop before coming to the capital. Marius traveled at a normal pace until dusk. He pulled off into a heavily wooded area and prepared to set up a field camp for the night, complete with campfire, and prepared for the night.
It was some hours later a stealthy figure made his way from a ways down the road silently through the trees to the campsite. The black clad form stopped and carefully examined the campsite, including the sleeping figure rolled up in his cloak. Of course, why would the knight be suspicious; there was no danger here on Skye itself. Except that there was indeed danger for the sleeping warrior. Closer and closer crept the assassin. Just before striking he hesitated again, just to be sure. No even a leaf stirred in the darkness of the night. Then he struck with no hesitation, plunging his dagger deep into the sleeping figure. It was not to be. The dagger struck rolled up blanket, and and the solid, wooden haft of the morning star struck the back of his head. The assassin crumpled up like the proverbial rag doll. Marius swiftly struck a flint to steel and lit a small candle. Turning the body over and removing the hood, revealed the face of the lackey, as Marius had suspected.
Quickly the intended assassin was bound and gagged. Then Marius worked his way through the woods to recover the other man's mount. The alerted warrior then slung his assailant over the horse s's back and lashed him in place. He also included an insurance policy to keep the man docile; a hangman's knot around his neck and in the hand of his captor. If the prisoner made a single unexpected move, he would be slowly strangled to death.
Quickly the Austrian knight saddled his own mount and started off at the fastest pace he could manage. He had used Janice and her maps well. There was a shorter route home, but there was little time to worry about it. Alessandra was heading for the capital, and the assassin had targeted him. What was in the capital? Janice was in the capital. She was the target. The knowledge that the love of his life was in danger once again lent a most special urgency. Marius was galloping for dear life. He had to get there before anything happened to Janice. By some unfathomable means, Thunder seemed to feel the need for extra speed and the great warhorse did deliver. With stop and little rest less then a day later the wall of the capital of Skye came into view. Marius reported to the captain on duty at the wall and asked some questions. Alessandra di Lagarone had passed several days ago. There was no news of Lady Janice, but the officer had heard the rumors about them. Marius merely nodded his head and trotted off with his prisoner toward Ebony Hall.
He arrived and turned over the prisoner with instructions;that he be saved for Lady St. Laurence. Marius then went to Janice's quarters. Neither she nor her maid were there. Knowing that Janice would have heard of those rumors, he headed straight for the Bannockburn. Janice did not know that she was intent on confronting an assassin who had been contracted to kill her.
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Post by Janice Olivia Monroe on Feb 13, 2010 21:22:52 GMT -6
Alessandra: Allesandra was reclining most regally in the common room of the Bannockburn Tavern. Men were obbiously attracted to her sultry, dark, exotic looks, not to mention her rather incredible figure. She was indeed mermerizing, and she had already entranced many in this rather high class establishment and others who had followed. So the common room was most crowded with may paying attention to her every whim. There were many women present as well, undoubtedly hoping that their presence would prevent their men from doing something foolish that they would regret the next morning. All in all, the room was almost filled to capacity with the Italian beauty "holding court" as it were. The owners of the tavern were thrilled, as the liquor was flowing freely, as was the gold into their coffers. This was shaping up to be a banner night for the establishment. If this foreign woman would only stay for another week or so, they would be fortunate indeed. (d)
Marius: Marius is making for the Bannockburn at all speed. He knows what the others do not; this woman like her lackey is an assassin, and her target is Lady Janice. He cannot make the speed he wants on Thunder because the streets are crrowded. Several block away from his intended destination, he comes up a squad of Griffin infantry. Marius, being Marius, immediately informs the commander of the situation at hand.The commander orders them to march to the tavern at the double quick time and to surround it, letting none enter or leave save himself until further orders. They can move even more quickly then he can. Between the squad and Thunder they force a way through the crowded streets until the tavern is reached, where Marius dismounts, handing Thunder off to one of the soldiers. He does not charge in but rather takes a look through a small window first to see what is transpiring inside. (d)
Dora:Her gown is a gaudy whirl of colors, in a paisley pattern, full skirt and tight bodice, one she bought directly from the Gypsies. So bright! In light, it glittered with glass beads sewn on here and there. "Come Mistress. " She held the door for Janice." There is fine dining to be had in this place. Both of them looked the better for the preperations done back at Ebony Hall. Dora brushed Janice's long luxurant hair until it glowed with perfumed oils to add to the beauty of youth that was hers.She had told the young girl. "Here this gown suits you. It frames what cannot be but natural good looks. " She lifted the light silky gown over her young lady's hair with care. " You do not really need laces, my Lady. But tis high fashion and one that accents your true figure." Dorie tried to get Janice to frame her assets to show her to the world...and to make that hussy envoious. Lynch was into competetion of the marketplace and she was not to be beaten.Not when she had a show piece like Janice Viscreed . "Come, we can go dine in style. I wear the gown gypsies made. We be stars in a dark sky, Mistress. " (d)
Marius: Now that Alessandra had a proper audience, she was ready to once again launch into her appreciation of the noble knight who had rescued her from the brigands, again only mentioning herself and Lucia her maid. Not a word of the lackey and purposely so. It was expected that he would by now be far away after having disposed of Sir Marius. Once again she bemoaned the absence of Marius and his most splendid body. Clearly she was even embarrassing some of the males there to pay court to her. After her intimate description, they would look at themselves and wonder how they could compare to this paragon of manliness. But they were not the intended target. Lady Janice had to be enticed from the safety of Ebony Hall, which even she could not penetrate. Once here; she would be similarly disposed of, but in a manner that would bring no suspcion on herself, at least while she was still there. Her disappearance from the capital was already planned. And then her mission would have been fully accomplished and her team all safely away. All she need do was to keep talking and wait for the "little mouse of a scribbler" to show herself. (d)
Janice: "You are right, good Mistress Lynch. What say we sup upon a good bit of tender lamb, or a nice partride, quail? I hear the hunting imports allow for such a winter luxury, as well as the early signs of spring." In strode through the Bannockburn door by no means the same petite entity that seemed to thrust herself against the wall in hopes to be but one more flower on it. A boquet of flowers must have been laid to the cut in order to perfume the main so heavy in gloss, none of the old brown showed. Golden headed, her skin was soft with milk and honey. Each step accentuated some curve rescued from long-lost obscurity by Dora's fine eye, good haggling, and keen advice. What portions were laced by long ribbon at either side seemed to travel up the waist line, where unto the center the bounty of a French heritage was a ripe vintage indeed! It had been no easy task, but little by little she learned to love the finery that by right she could afford as much as she'd been showered with. "No two stars ever glowed brighter." Purple. Neither too light to be maiden or too husky to be whore. Beside glass beaded, color worthy counterpart she felt the air being sucked from lungs as the door opened to reveal her. "Say, say is tha' the Lynch woman, n' the one wot employs her? Can't be, little seller of books wot come in for breakfast when she's off the lane...Claire, fetch ye Molly n' Charlie, they are gonna want to see this." (d)
Dora: She held the door for her Mistress. "So lovley she be, like a white rose in the early summer of life. Tis a never to be recaptured, this first rosebud of blossoming. I cannot let nothing bad happen to me Mistress. " she thought. Then as they processed into the tavern, seeking a nice spot to be seated, she saw the hussy over there. Surrounded by her would-b swain. " Mistress? They do have quail on the menu, I see. Overstuffed Italianate partridge,well aged and done to a turn. " She was looking directly at Alessandra and the cluster of males about her. "Naye, perhaps tis more of old crow." she whispered for only Janice to hear". (d)
Alessandra: Now Alessandra was not pleased. Oh yes, her target had left her safe little coccoon, but heads were turning toward her. And they were turning in male admiration of a most exquisite female, whose form and features contraasted sharply to her own. Men, who moments before were fawning at her feet, were now scrambling to pay tribute to Lady Janice Viscreed, Lady of Letters. Let none refer to a little mouse now, for this was a full blown woman with marvelous attributes and in perfect control of them. Janice knew the affect she was having on these men and for the first time in her young life, she did revel in it. Alessandra was quite furious as being one upped like this and such as her. Her anger flared in her eyes and her teeth clenched in hatred. She did try to smother her anger; she was a professional after all, and this was merely another target she had been paid to kill. And yet, now it was somehow much more personal; a true battle to the death. (d)
Marius: Marius, from outside, was seeing all this, and he was more proud of Janice then he had ever been. No mouse to run and hide from such rumor; she had proven herself more then worthy by coming down here to directly confront the dark haired foreign hussy, who dared to besmirch the name of her man. Proud though he was, Marius knew it was only a matter of time before the woman and her accomplice struck. Swiftly, he made his way inside through the back door; so that he would be facing Janice, but also the back of Alessandria the assassin. He entered quietly and at first took up a position where he was hidden to all. He could only wait until the villains revealed themselves. He was most relieved that Mistress Lynch had accompanied her mistress here. He had no doubt that Dora would give a good account of herself and take out the maid. For now he could only wait upon events. (d)
Janice: Today would be a proving day: Could young, shy maidens become women? What of the good, elder souls -- what stout had they? Charlie McSween witnessed himself the little 'pet bird', as his daughter called the 'sweet as a good pie' Janice whom now had his son gawking as he poured wine for her and the maid. Oh no, let it not be said they drank peasent's wine. This was stock he borrwoed special from Alicia Keyes, mistress of the Briar Rose herself! "We will take a good flagon." Coin? The girl crossed palm with the Griffin's paper! When coin came, the color was freshly minted! Dora received the first comment that was unbridled by Christian thought. French nuns would scoff, but even a nun knew when a war was at hand. For God, for Glory! If men might fight with swords, what else do women spar with? "A quail turned out too late for Carnivale, I think. Perhaps the last, late cold end on a Prince's table? I wonder which ones. The Italians are famed for their good taste, their style. Perhaps God was bored." The seething retort was not accompanied by a maiden giggle as if she had been bad. Janice knew what she was thinking, excelled at what she was doing. Beaten, besmirched flowers grow thorns after a few cycles in the garden. This girl had studied from the best these lessons. With Mistress Dora's encouraging, and that of others? With those lessons? She was going to prove that air in that head, in those breasts, was not enough to keep a man. Was Alessandra staring? Oh dear, was that Charlie's brother flirting with Dora Lynch, and the young men coming to praise her, their women welcoming it? (d)
Dora: Of age, Dora knew it well. She took the toll of years without complaint. It was a miracle she got this old, with the life she had. Dora was ever wary, like in the hold of that pirate ship or in the gambling dens of Enderkent, the forests of Ulster, she had the instincts and watchful eye of a wild thing whose will to survive at all odds was uppermost.Now, she seemed not to be observing, but she did just that. "To the Almighty and to her Glory!"she raised her cup, seeing who reacted how. "Leavings, Mistress. I knows garbage when I sees it." She added with a giggle and a glance Hussy-ward.(d)
Marius: Alessandra leisurely and languidly removed her self from the couch where she had been reclining and repositioned herself standing on her two feet, so to showing her towering over Janice. Yet still the shorter female gained more andmore admiring glances. The Italian woman had to get the other to begin the fight. Insults were always good, expecially when veiled. "I see Marius's mouse has finally arrived. He is a real man and needs a true woman to satisfy him. That is why he turned to me." She showed off her breasts to their best advantage. Even as her hips swayed with each movement, men were looking back and forth. They also hurridly got out of the way, scrambling to leave an open corridor between the two antagonists. Some, if not most, thought Janice to be outmatched in this confrontation, yet their thoughts were for this most plucky and beautiful young woman who had so suddenly appeared in their midstAnd of course she was one of them, not some foreigner. Come what may, every single soul in that room knew they were going to witness a scene that would be told and retold for many years to come. It would be a battle royale. (d)
Marius: A soldier came inside and whispered into Dora's ear that Marius was there coming in from the back door. She was to take care of the maid Lucia, and that they were both of them assassins. Marius himself was keeping out of sight, but seeing everything in the room. He knew that the moment he showed himself would be the moment of most extreme danger for Janice. He had to wait until the battle was physically joined, but at least Mistress Lynch would keep the so called "maid" out of it. And he himself would disarm Alessandra. He did hate this. He wanted to charge in there, but he could not. It was ripping his heart that he had to stand there and watch his beloved Janice face a professional assassin. He could only wish the moment would could soon. (d)
Janice: "Amen, Good Dora, amen! Now with supper shall we also have something...delicious. marzipan, I hear Molly convinced her father to get it from Mistress Rose. To try and give them a league up to business. Some of us do not need any more of anything. Do you not think that they make fantastic laces in those gowns? Elstwhise the Signora would fall to her face, or her hips might catch us all." Scathing, burning retorts whispered the crowds might here to lure the she-wolf from her den. She breathed, letting the precise amount of cleavage rise and fall. Not too less, never too much. They locked eyes as she spoke of what Marius needed. "Shall we have more wine, my friends? You will have to pardon me a moment." The stature of height was nothing to that of presence. The woman was an electric sun, blazing, flashing intense light as she folded her hands beneath her breasts. "Hello, M'lady. You speak of what my betrothed needs? It most assuredly isn't the over-picked helpings of a table too oft supped at." Why veil when one ought be direct? Indirect escaped when the woman snubbed her in the market as if she were a pebble in her shoe. Well, Alessandra, this was one stubborn, suprising pebble. There was more to Janice than could account for at first glance. Molly blinked. "Are ye seein' it Clare" She whispered to her sister, who merely nodded. She didn't think Janice the sort but even she agreed as much money as the Italian broad brought in, someone needed to deflate the hussy a peg. Her own beau was besotted with her! Marius' precious Janice was in the clutches of evil, but should it be revealed he may be surprised to see his tiny scholar in the throws of defending her own life. Quite poetic, really, especially so well dressed (d)
Dora:Looking at the actions of the hussy, Dora chuckled in a low tone, "Bet the rent be not costly for that baggage!" It was a low comment, but meant to be oveheard. She flashed a look to Lucia, after the whispered message in her ear. "What you lookin' at, chuch-face?" Dorie spouted the only Italian word she knew, to the maid of Alessandra. The servant stood her full height, but that was not really tall. To one and all Dora seemed skinny and older, a stick. Her long sleeves hid her muscled arms and her expression veiled her persistant nature. "Eh? Cat got yer tongue?"Lynch's hands slid to her skits, among the ritious colored patterns of the gown. "What say you" (d)
Alessandra :This time it was Alessandra who rose to the bait. Things were getting out of hand and it was becoming too personal. Over-picked was it, Too often supped at, was it. She was calling her a whore in all but name. And she was striking hard. So be it; the little bytch wants a fight and she was going to get it. Her hips swaying, her eyes lashing out in anger, it was the assassin who took the bait and moved forward into the deadly, dangerous corridor. Her anger and jealousy were apparent to all in the room. The "little mouse" had indeed struck a nerve. Alessandria moved forward boldly, easily a full head taller then Janice, but this night she did not seem so. For something had empowered the little scholar as never before and it seemed they stood toe to toe and head to head. Janice did not flinch, nor did she back down as Alessandra had anticipated. She was stared back. The tension in the room was even too thick to be cut with a knife; it was as if time and space were suspended in this one moment of confrontation. It could not last. It was the foreigner who broke the spell, not with a word, but with the flat of hand across Janice's cheek. If the little scribbler wanted a fight; she was going to get it. (d)
Marius: Marius is shocked. He had loved Janice before, but this creature was in his eyes grander yet. It was not the dress, or her high proud breasts, so tactfully and beautifully displayed for the first time. It was the look in her eye;her very carriage had changed. Now, for the first time, he saw that she truly knew her own worth. He wanted to run out and embrace her just them, but he remembered the danger and he forced himself to wait. He knew that the slapwas nothing more then a prelude to an all out battle between the two of them and in that battle Janice was supposed to die. It was killing him to wait, but he know the moment she went for the concealed weapon. And that was his moment as well. (d)
Janice: A guard had whispered to Dora, which suddenly gave Janice the impression that this was more than an occasion of female postulating for a male. Be that as it was, she still had to teach this brazen Italian strumpet a lesson that shewouldn't forget! She was willing to leave it at words when the hand of Alessandra struck the pale, poor cheek of Janice! Molly and Claire were beside themselves, near fallen over the bar to observe the aggregrious offense. If the men didn't watch the females duel, then they would certainly notice the delictable Scottish lollies of the barmaids in their high bodices. What a fine day for the Bannockburn, a red letter day! Her face was turned with the heavy assist of the hand. Looking off to the left, her mouth drew inward to form a tight lipped line. Would this be the end of her bravery, the gusto? Questions where whispered among the people as the woman was a good head taller than Viscreed, more plump of limb, too. A red stain besmirched Dora's white summer blossom, forming to the shape of the fingers, the heel of the hand. "I see." She remarked, turning as if to be done of it all. A sigh fell from half the room that hopped for a better go of it! Eh, she didn't deserve him if that was -- wait --before Alessandra could think herself the victor, a lack of height became a serious advantange. With a short distance as her springback, Janice pushed off the balls of her feet. Gravity and strength lent themselves as she closed her arms in, using the forearm to push the Italian hussy back to land flat across one of McSween's tables! "If that is the way of it then, Christ will help me turn the other cheek on the Sabbath, but that is tomorrow." (d)
Dora: Dora stepped out between the maid Lucia and the hussy, so that it was kept one on one, for she did have her Mistress' back at all times. Set down, Missy. " She used the firm tone she had found useful to the children. "Set or I will set you down meslef. We leave this to the two of them, eh?" Not getting fast response Dora pointed to a chair for Lucia and yelled, "Siediti !" It came out in Italian, sit down! She just spit it up from terrible memories. Her face was like ice, cold and stiff, unsympathetic with the other maid's plight. Dora stood ready to shove the other woman to a chair if need be. " You underdtand me?" (d)
Alessandra: The shock around the room was palpable. None expected such a counter attack from Janice, least of all her antagonist. Alessandra had toppled over on her back. Literally foaming at the mouth the large bosumed Italian woman regained her footing and again stood up, but not quite as tall as before. She saw the one she had ridiculed as a mouse standing there hands on her hips, quite proud of what she had just done. That could not be allowed and this wasalso the perfect time for what would be the finish. Alessandra advanced on Janice, who again stood her ground. The foreigner suddenly pulled a long pin from her hair to use as a weapon. "Now we finish this mouse," hised the Italina. (d)
Marius: From his hiding place, Marius stepped forth. "Janice, down" He shouted loudly. The Italian woman spun around the murder weapon still in her hand. Marius had grabbed up an empty goblet and hurled it expertly, knocking the dreaded weapon to the floor. "Don't touch it; it's poisoned! Mistress Lynch, hold that one down if you must." Turning to Janice. "I was just evening the odds. This is your fight" He smiled to her, a smile of warmth, of gratitude, butmostly of love. It was for her to finish the fight. (d)
Janice:The book-keep began a journey the moment she set her foot on Scottish soil; The Isle of Skye was a world awash in possibility but only if you were willing to take hold of it with both hands. Month after month fell away to pull back one more layer until what was inside finally shown on a day like today. It had come so close to the edge, claiming what was close without reaching for more than what was necessary. An explaination of that necessity made itself flare red across the left cheek. It burned, in the anger coursing through her fingertips. Where was Dora? If someone was hurting her, they would pay a price as steep from the piper that came to collect on the fair. "Mouse? Come on lame cat!" Viscreed taunted the enemy as she drew back into the open, not bogged by the same obstacles as Alessandra. Suddenly, a voice warned her of danger as it flashed above her head. Ha! The crowd gasped, realizing this was no meager cat fight, but still! Bets were being taken, drinks served, a way cleared so none would be flipped. No one got in or out unless one could pass around the infantry stationed outside.Quick fingers of the right hand crossed herself as she hitched her dress over the opposite arm! White stocking legs moved to the opposite end of the room with a speed that put the Italian to shame. Ill informed as to the origins of her target. Janice Olivia Viscreed was the daughter of Elusha Vittergaust - Grandmaster of the Order of Roses, Euope's Grandmaster, and a man for whom sloth was never an option."Thank you, beloved! Point much appreciated, especially sans avoiding target!" Alessandra was moving to correct her slight error. She tossed a cup at Janice, slowing up her feet. The girl rolled to the floor then, but came to standing in time to be in a battle of barred finger nails and gusto! "You witch! You over-stuffed, air headed Italian slutton! Ooooo!" Those little hands hitched up her skirt farther, to the garter! Golden dagger devoid of being in her hair took a good bite into the side of Alessandra (d)
Alessandra Alessandra was trying to get up and that was getting the attention of all while blood started to ooze out of her side. But it was Lucia the seeming innocuous maid who was making ready for her own move to freedom, not knowing that the tavern was surrounded. Waiting for Dora to move forward she swiftly thrust out her foot to send Mistress Lynch sprawling. Meanwhile her mistress had dragged hereself upward using the edge of a table and collapsed into a chair.The Italian assassin knew it was over; there was no escape save one. Her hand went to her ample bosum to find every assassin's exit. Her weakening finger clasped the small vial. It would death in seconds and she would elude the not so subtle touch of the torturer, who cared not whether it was male or female under his instruments. Trying to hide her movements the small container moved closer and closer to her mouth. (d)
Marius: Marius stepped forward once again, he was no fool and his experience on the continent had taught him of the assassin's last refuge as it was called. Brutally, he pulled it out of her hand. He examined her wound. With the most pleasing smile on his face. "You will live to tell us all, eventually." His eyes caught a certain something in the way her gown pulled; something had actually fallen down now far below her legs; her purse. Marius took it without athought. "You have no further need of this" The Austrian Knight also made a point of recovering the poisoned hair pin by picking it up and cloth napkin. He then went over to Janice. Standing close together they simply looked into each others eyes; no words needed. (d)
Dora: The maid foot caught on a high hobnailed boot Dora wore beneath her lovely gaudy gown and set off balance, into a defense mind set. She curled her hands into hard fists, like leather boxing gloves with rings on her fingers studs, spry Dorie sprung back at Lucia, leading with her right and aiming her left at the maid's face center. Prendi questo! (take that!) ....it seems she did recall some of the Italian Bad Mike had yelled at her! It so went along with a crunching punch to the nose she had yelled it as a side dish, like gravy to roasted beef. Metal cleats on her boots kicked and stomped at the Maid's feet and shins, as she once kicked at the English, back in Ulster, a while back but refreshed in her memory and fueling her energy now. "Now you will sit!" She glowerd at the maid Lucia,"Tis not you employer tell you, it be Me, Dora." Listen and be polite, lest you wants another lesson." She showed Sky a side of her that Mistress Lynch would rather have not had to reveal. "Set!" (d)
Janice: "Beloved?" The young woman looked at her knight with a tilt of head as he absconded the coin purse. As any true woman knows, share and share alike is the basis of any good relationship. With a wry little grin she let it remain in hand as she opened it to look within. "Mistress Lynch is getting a raise, and the strumpet owes me for besmirching my name. She is only fortunate what is on this dress, Dora may make come out." Poison vile was viewed with fascination, this wasn't the first assasin of late who sought this option to living. The highest of them must be powerful in dead to make them hurry to the same death they gave. Scooping out a good bit of gold and silver, she slid the contents into her own purse against her waist. Pursed lips blew hair out of her eyes as she she turned to view the good sweet Mistres Lynch making the woman sit alright, as a dog heeds a master! They were both more than they were proported to be. "Let the men escort her to prison, you stay. Drink with us, we need to speak on the nature of those rumors. You didn't do anything, of course..but still, a lady must make sure." Not a gentry woman, or alesser maid. A lady. As beset as the bookseller and her companion had been, they were going to be little lower than the Queen of Sheba today, so help her by God's grace! "Mistress Lynch are you alright?" (d)
Dora: "I be fine, Mistress Janice." She rubbbe her one fist, for the feeling of a punch landed was gratifying. "What be this here?" she kicked a purse from the edge folds of Lucia's skirts, where the seated maid was trying conceal under the draped skits. "Tis a purse. And it not be mine." She picked it up gingerly and sat it atop the nearst table. Dora glanced to Janice. Not touching the item on the table or remarking, just keeping an eye on Lucia. (d)
Alessandra: Alessandra was slumped in the chair; There was no way out for her at all. She had seen even the strongest yield their innermost secrets to the heat or the irons or whatever else could be imagined. She had collapsed not so much from the wound but from the shock; that little mouse was more like a bee with a most deadly stinger. And she had lost, lost it all. Now she could only wait for death and hope it would be quick. God, how much pain would she have to endure before they believed there was nothing else she could reveal. That thought made her tremble, yet none in the tavern would give her a cloak or a blanket. (d)
Marius: Marius turned to Dora. "Mistress Lynch, that purse rightfull belongs to you. These sort always carry all their wealth about with them. To the victor belongs the spoils." He then inclined his head in her direction. To the guard he gave other directions; "They are to be taken to Ebony Hall and given to none but Lady St. Laurence or one above her. Also convey to the lady Sir Marius de Brabant sends her a complete set." he smiled. And finally to the one he cared about most. He speaks in a voice that is tender, gentle, and very proud at the same time. "I am so very glad that I feel in love with you. Every moment with you makes me happier." Then he had to chuckle. "And I will about that dagger." God, how he loved her. (d)
Dora: In her mind Dora was reviewing how to get blood stains out of a garment. 'Take the cloth taut and hold it, while pouring body temperature warm water through until the mark is gone.' She planned to do so with Janice's nice dress, for it did suit her so well. "As ye say, Sir Marius."
Janice: "The secret of my dagger, Sir Marius, is that it is a secret." She grinned to him as she hitched the beautiful silks to slide the implent, once cleaned, back into place. "Secrets you will learn as we come closer to matrimony. It will keep things..interesting." She did lean in to kiss his cheek, a hard won fight afterall for a hard won 'prize.' "Do not worry about me further.." While they were in utter feats of astonishment, the Order guards were indeed there to watch the fray. What had been hiding behind those books? The Bannockburn was a bee's hive now of activity as the Italian who'd held court was hauled through the streets. No one quite got the story correct: talkof whipped out stilellto, no...hair pin..no..earing..no...fork.. had been pulled upon the woman whom issued forth a weapon from the arm, hair, breast, or leg. Whatever version was told featured hard hits, stumbling, and the female dominance of two exceptional women. One was awaiting death at the hands of this Island or her master, but she seemed to not wish for freedom. Floors were being scrubbed, furniture righted, and dare one say the men were taking up those bets! All in favor of Janice pocketed the sums for other ventures with the dice table. What was normal? Whatever it was, the world was returning to it. "Ye want to change, Janice, ye dress has a little bit of what nay at the hem, but tis blended. Otherwise ye look a might..tossled." "Dun nay think anyone's gonna be callin her strumpet, Molly!" Clare decreed as she pondered, "We've a fittin bit upstairs though, somewot from when the clan be gatherin. Ye know Molly, the good colored maroon linsey wool! Tis nay silks mam but ye'll be a right treat in it!" Dora Lynch would need approve the piece for her mistress' assets, which made Janice smile. Queens for a Day! (d)
Julian: In the three years that passed where he had been given run of the Courtier's shop, Julian had only watched it wade idle in the streets of Turas Lan. His family was of farming nation, but his hands had been sold to the Master who so delicately spun his silk around maidens who had only ever known wool. At his youth he was void of redeeming factors, but now the age of a man he carried himself with the esteem only boarding could warrant. A mild figure, thin for the post part held precise eyes, that moved over each subject as if bored already of new faces.His hair was dark rich brown that could have been compared to the well turned soil his parents made their livelihood on. Much of him could have easily forgot that life ever existed that in his current state, Julian would not even acknowledge his birth parents on the street. The shop that had once held so many captivated was left empty more often then not, open only by appointment, and a bit more picky on what subjects best fit those without wealth. Jean-Claude had little to care for what class wore his work, so long as they wore it right, but Julian had failed to see his Master's bit of taste. Clad in a deep cobalt the contrast of his unworked pale hands seemed immortal. His face held misery, but only because it so rarely held anything else then his higher esteem..None, deserved it. The Lady Janice would be his target, though he would move on quickly past her, even in purple he couldn't find anything about her attractive, but perhaps it was simply because deep down he knew her to be humble. "To find you here..I am not surprised." He would motion for the tender to have his order ready. He didn't wish to stay long. (d
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Janice: "The secret of my dagger, Sir Marius, is that it is a secret." She grinned to him as she hitched the beautiful silks to slide the implent, once cleaned, back into place. "Secrets you will learn as we come closer to matrimony. It will keep things..interesting." She did lean in to kiss his cheek, a hard won fight afterall for a hard won 'prize.' "Do not worry about me further.." While they were in utter feats of astonishment, the Order guards were indeed there to watch the fray. What had been hiding behind those books? The Bannockburn was a bee's hive now of activity as the Italian who'd held court was hauled through the streets. No one quite got the story correct: talkof whipped out stilellto, no...hair pin..no..earing..no...fork.. had been pulled upon the woman whom issued forth a weapon from the arm, hair, breast, or leg. Whatever version was told featured hard hits, stumbling, and the female dominance of two exceptional women. One was awaiting death at the hands of this Island or her master, but she seemed to not wish for freedom. Floors were being scrubbed, furniture righted, and dare one say the men were taking up those bets! All in favor of Janice pocketed the sums for other ventures with the dice table. What was normal? Whatever it was, the world was returning to it. "Ye want to change, Janice, ye dress has a little bit of what nay at the hem, but tis blended. Otherwise ye look a might..tossled." "Dun nay think anyone's gonna be callin her strumpet, Molly!" Clare decreed as she pondered, "We've a fittin bit upstairs though, somewot from when the clan be gatherin. Ye know Molly, the good colored maroon linsey wool! Tis nay silks mam but ye'll be a right treat in it!" Dora Lynch would need approve the piece for her mistress' assets, which made Janice smile. Queens for a Day! (d)
Julian: In the three years that passed where he had been given run of the Courtier's shop, Julian had only watched it wade idle in the streets of Turas Lan. His family was of farming nation, but his hands had been sold to the Master who so delicately spun his silk around maidens who had only ever known wool. At his youth he was void of redeeming factors, but now the age of a man he carried himself with the esteem only boarding could warrant. A mild figure, thin for the post part held precise eyes, that moved over each subject as if bored already of new faces.His hair was dark rich brown that could have been compared to the well turned soil his parents made their livelihood on. Much of him could have easily forgot that life ever existed that in his current state, Julian would not even acknowledge his birth parents on the street. The shop that had once held so many captivated was left empty more often then not, open only by appointment, and a bit more picky on what subjects best fit those without wealth. Jean-Claude had little to care for what class wore his work, so long as they wore it right, but Julian had failed to see his Master's bit of taste. Clad in a deep cobalt the contrast of his unworked pale hands seemed immortal. His face held misery, but only because it so rarely held anything else then his higher esteem..None, deserved it. The Lady Janice would be his target, though he would move on quickly past her, even in purple he couldn't find anything about her attractive, but perhaps it was simply because deep down he knew her to be humble. "To find you here..I am not surprised." He would motion for the tender to have his order ready. He didn't wish to stay long. (d
Rhiannon: Work had kept the usual presence of Rhiannon from tavern, pub, and inn alike of late. Between her duties as a Physician and her more secretive work as a Scrivener she spent many evenings just trudging home. Today though found abreak for the woman with hair color of flame. Booted feet carried her toward the Bannockburn in a merry mood. Usual of skirts and gowns were not in evidence as instead curved form was clad in "mens clothing". Inappropriate to someyet far easier to move about in when tending to the sick. Tan blouse was tucked into dark green trousers which were tucked into ankle boots. It was comfortable and far less of a pain to maneuver along damp streets as she wandered into the Bannock with a smile as welcome,"Good day to you all!" (d- s
Julian:He was too narrow minded to see beyond the greater picture, but his mind was a deep pool. She had not been to their books in some time, and at what reason was keeping her away? When she returned she would find another's hand writing there, not as elegant as her own or complete, but another's indeed. A good copy of her trade couldn't be mastered but he would try. Eyes found the room then, to pass over the new face and raise a brow at her feature. "It has been a good day." His only reply before going back to waiting. "For the record, I was very sorry to hear of your shop." Small talk, manners..ect. Rhiannon had been a face Jean-Claude had been after for some time, he felt he had owed her so much from three years past. "Good Day." (d
Rhiannon:: "Janice, why how wonderful to see you! Tsk tsk there is no need to call me Mistress. Just Rhiannon will do." Word of events here at the Bannockburn had flown fast. One could always rely on wagging tongues to make it so that all knewwithin the hour what had gone on. Though not always accurate. "I hear tale that you taught an Italian lady why not to mess with the lovely women of Skye's men." Blue eyes turned now to the other present,"Julian yours is not a face I often see outside Master Jean-Claude's shop. What brings you to the Bannockburn?" Rhiannon slid out a chair and sat down in it, right leg crossing over left, while motioning to a servant,"Tea please. Slightest hint: of whiskey if you please. Have to be careful what I drink today incase I need do more work." (d)
Janice:: "As you please Rhiannon! Why, I think I will do just that." Sh eoffered the woman a drink on her behalf for the purse was ample with effort, despite any thought to the otherwise. Gossip spread fast! The Bannockburn was all hustle, so if this is what brought in business the McSween man would be happy all the days of his life! Such coin he made this day that his coffers were nigh to break with the stress of material wealth. Ah, he would envision ways to compete with his business nemesis, whom all knew he secretly fancied these great many years. "What are you about today Julian? Will you come to drink with us too?" The woman asked, for once her head was not hidden by the books she balanced on the Master's behalf, either. As Julian aged he grew a penchant for poking at her with sharpened barbs (d)
Julian: Was it jealousy? That held him at odds with her? Perhaps. "I was just on my way to the castle, so no..forgive me for not staying." With the selection Julian had placed on the merchants, the works became few and far so the value would raise as the demand still stayed the same. The few that worked on the designs waited patiently for the next, and so few did come. Julian did not stay on top of his end.He did not have the pure talent that came from inspiration, nor did he have the same muse. Ada wished him dead, for she saw the lights of satan around his head. He held much hate in his heart, but the gear for the outlet was gambling. So when after he made the rounds, he would be found at a hand of cards, or even dice. The last time Jean-Claude had visited the shop, he had left a good amount of coin to correct the damage to the exterior but nothing has been changed from the winter's harsh winds. Though...on the subject of the fight,"Though I do wish to hear this story..do go on with it." (d
Rhiannon: One slim brow arched in curiosity at the denial of shared drink even as a flirty little smile was given,"Come now, Julian, and share a drink with us. Is it not most honorable an excuse as two lovely ladies asking for company?" ThatRhiannon was a flirt by nature was known. She was not a lady who hid an attempt to peruse a male form nor even a female form. Looks of any gender could draw the eye and beauty was found in many that some found lacking it. An unusualsoul perhaps, but she was who she was. Accepting the warmth of tea with both hands, she nodded,"Aye, do tell us Janice. I am most intrigued. I heard only bits and pieces, and one cannot rely on gossip for accurate description." (d)
Janice: "You wouldn't believe it but swear unto the saints every word is true...let me take but a little to change from this gown. Clare is right, I looked overly mussed." Linsey wool may be maroon but it would be smashing against such a body no? Dora Lynch canted her head towards Rhiannon, wondering at that 'Julian boy'. What was it about him that set her off? She worried, how she did, that her own precious Liam might turn to be a brewding thing if Peregrine couldn't set him straight. We are all made ram-rod with slight crook by something, one shepard overall. Another bit of drink was taken, a promise to return reaffirmed with a delicate lifted hand as she followed Claire up to the top rooms. It would be Molly who leaned into say, "Was a right good show! Nay sure what it all was for but let me tell ye! There was a'pretty gown, a good show of character, n' a fine bit of leg even from Janice! High as ye please! Must be one worthy fella!" (d)
Balian:: The journey home behind him left the Pale cloaked rider exploring the old landscape. Memories of the good ol'days remembered. He couldn't sleep and never really did sleep much. There was just to much ground to cover in a day and it was the Bannockburn that caught his attention next. Hard heeled boots thudded against the ground drawing him to the entrance, harolding the arrival of the veteran Knight of the old ways. His gloved hand came up to brush the door open to find a frenchmen. His brow lift just a little by surprise before his head would dip in a polite bow while making his way further inward. [d]
Rhiannon Intriguing that one, Rhiannon mused silently whiling observing the departure of Julian. That one would bear more talking to it seemed. While Janice was busily changing soiled gown after her encounter, Rhiannon took advantage ofsipping tea. All still talked about the bravery of the Lady of Letters and it made lips twitch merrily at the fame of an innocent. Clearly Janice would not be mistreated or ignored now. Hopefully she understood that. It was the familiar voice that drew Rhiannon from silent musings though. "Good day to you Master Jean-Claude. I was planning to stop by your shop later this evening. My wardrobe is in need of a few new designs by your masterful hands." One hand tucked red curls behind an ear as she wondered what the man who'd fashioned so many lovely confections for her would think of her in something as simple as a mans wardrobe. "Join me? Mistress Janice should return soon." Blue gaze was drawn though to the newcomer that stepped inside and though she offered a warm, friendly smile wondered of him. Something familiar in old tales rang in her mind. (d)
Jean-Claude:: There was an eeriness about him, a strange darkness that loomed from the long raven strands to the perfectly polished Italian leather of his shoes. Jean-Claude was a man whose ideas were of the future, a hundred years from now his work would come alive, inspiration for a new era in the journals kept by his gloved hands. He was of the great minds, one to turn the tides of the future waves. Mechanics, medicine, modern science, this was all a master's forte, and Jean-Claude did leave command over them all. "But of course, Lady Rhiannon," He would remove his hand from his cane to touch his chest to feel the ticking of the gears beneath his breast pocket. It was that time again.. Someday men would fly by his hands, move over mass spaces by steam alone, but for now they all looked upon him in fear. A deep rich navy made up the wide space of darkness in his eyes, that seemed to look past a person and into their soul; so many swore they felt chills chase their spine of his ghostly hands closing their fate around their hearts. For now he worked on putting together the puzzle, of the Italian huzzy who so swept the Angel from her peace. He'd kill her tonight slowly, after all the words had been drained from her voice. "Tea please, Adelaide would have my head." Oh yes..that was the reason he came. To the pale cloaked rider he would settle his gaze, quiet for now, but not for long. My goodness that man was in dire need of an update in his wardrobe. (d"Tea please, Adelaide would have my head." Oh yes..that was the reason he came. To the pale cloaked rider he would settle his gaze, quiet for now, but not for long. My goodness that man was in dire need of an update in his wardrobe. (d
Balian: Simple suited him. He smiled politely toward Rhiannon and found an empty table. Drawing back the chair while he swept his hand back to throw the cloak tails aside before settling in. A soft breath parted his lips while icy blues moved to his left to find the frenchmen staring back at him. He would simply nod before his deep tone wound be heard. "Greetings.." Lifting his hands to tug at each fingertip of his leather gloves pulling them free only to tuck them into the thick leather belt gripping his hip. It was awfully quiet in here otherwise, was it not? Near erie for a Tavern but Balians gauge. [d]
Rhiannon: Most would find Jean-Claude frightening though Rhiannon would not be found in their camp. To her Jean-Claude was a gentleman and a fascinating one at that. The skill to be found in his hands was not matched by any other. Inside herwardrobe would be found many designs by this man. Lips curved into a wider smile as he consented to join her,"Ah, I am having tea today as well though mine is flavored just slightly by whiskey. It never tastes right to meotherwise." The name mentioned made her laugh,"Adelaide...that'd be Ada, correct? Quite a lady that one. I imagine she could keep you on your toes." A sip was taken before she glanced toward where the man had sat alone,"Greetings to you as well, sir." Perhaps it was quiet, but it would not remain that way long with so many coming to see if any sign remained of the tussle. (d)
Janice:: "Janice, ye do look a treat! Ye make this look like it was for a Queen you do, hope you won't even wear the old stuff just for day bits! I'll lay yer other dress 'ere...maybe help Dora get the stain out .Och nay Lynch! I'll do it! You deserve a rest, your dress came out unscathed!" Clair was over the moon at the construction of Viscreed in maroon linsey wool. A golden-haired Highland beauty, if only she could claim some relation to the sophisticate. Tiny feet intruded on the stairs with their slight creaks and groans as she came down for the first time attired in something of the local native fair. It was rather comfortable, and flattering! A story still had to be told but itseemed the party had grown, "Bonjour, Master Jean-Claude! Rhiannon whom else joins us! The city is awash in knights." She hadn't met Balian, her head tilting to study him with keen eyes. Without awaiting an introduction (for once) the voice rose of its own accord, "Forgive, I could tell you were a knight by stance. My name is Janice, Janice Viscreed." She curtsied, tucking a strand of golden hair upon rising from the elegant gesture. Claire was Obscure Innocent: correct: Wool for a Queen. (d)
Jean-Claude: "There are many women in my life, dear friend, but Adelaide keeps me young." Though his heart did often feel as if it were to explode in his chest. The Frenchman didn't do taverns, not by the least, but his reasons there could often be his enchantment. Janice, no matter what stairs she kept always held that deep devoted love, that could have seen her through her own degree, and off into the world. It was her choice, and for that he admired her greatly. That money..would go to her wedding, for her children; if he lived to see the day. He would say nothing to her, but inspect for any sign of a struggle. Falling short of his greeting he would listen to her speak to the man, at whom he wished to know as well. "A knight of importance at that." At once he had known him, when Winter Wolves chased his horse. "Sir Balian Windsor, Marshal of Turas Lan. am I correct? You were indeed a brave man, that I have yet to thank properly for your assistance in the slaughter of the beasts those 4 years past." Was this even the same man? Sitting now in his chair, he would come to let his elbow lean on one arm to flag down the tender to have drinks purchased for the lot. "Let this be but my humble start. Janice..do force him to come along." He wasn't certain, he could rise again just yet. (d
Balian: He smiled warmly and did climb back to his height of 6'5'' Icy blues settling on Janice while she introduced herself. The curtsy near perectly executed by Janice was noted before he would bow his head formally in return. A long lockof defiant hair drift back over his right eye before he would rise again. "None to forgive Janice Viscreed. .. I am Balian Windsor... I am honored to meet you." He settled back into his chair, wiggling his shoulders to part the longwhite cloak from his shoulders to drape back over the chair. [d]
Rhiannon: "It seems that we ladies are destined to be kept company by handsome gentleman, Janice." Rhiannon was not aware of the way Jean-Claude was feeling at the moment. Instead her own gaze inspected the gown changed into with a nod ofhead. For a fabric of simple nature it looked beautiful upon the form of the bookkeeper. Clearly she was one who could make anything look lovely. Yet it was the introduction of the other gentleman that drew her blue eyes,"Balian Windsor, is it? Explains to me the sense of familiarity. Though we never met, but I have heard many a tale about you." Ears picked up on the words of Jean-Claude and thought on these beasts. Rhiannon did recall those stories and horrors though had not been much in presence herself- still an unknown young woman kept by a man for purposes unknown. "I am Rhiannon MacBride, Sir Windsor." Rhiannon would leave Janice to invite him to join them at the table. (d)
Janice: "Indeed, such is our fate then we are most priveleged." Ego satiated under the guise of silence, she still felt the thrill of what it was like to allow herself the chance to experience youth again! Not merely moving in circles ofwomen but the pieces that are from that apple of knowledge famed to damn: a game of cards, scrying for the future so it could rage against the destiny at dawn. Being fawned over, sought after by the opposite sex when her hair was bathed in flowers. Rising to victory over the manifestation of the self-same women that trod on her. First the Italian, the court would be next. Those hussies would rue the name of Viscreed all the way until it became deBrabant. She would continue in her virtues, in her faith, but God had unveiled that the rose should have thorn. The kitten should have teeth. "Balian Windsor..oh my! Such tales as they tell of the old wards bare your name sir! An honor indeed, I hope in time you will meet my Marius, such a cohort would give him hope that he shall aspire to things the Empire only now deemed to give him." To attract him with, dangle them before him in consolation after hehad left in disgrace. Why, the Griffin could do anything, be anything! Smiling to them all she would take up residence in a chair near Jean-Claude. "Molly, please put it to my account. The generosity is owed you and yours, in spades." the adrenaline had worn away the effects of the wine, but for now she would begin again with a clean cup of tea as to enjoy the wine later (d)
Jean-Claude: "And I am, simply Jean-Claude tonight, I've not use for titles now." He had been brought back down, reaching out to touch Janice's hand he would squeeze her fingers lightly before waving to Molly who of course would pull the tab under his name. "Sir Windsor, it appears we have been given a chance to meet once again. I do hope the years have favored you." They had indeed been good on his own. "Her Marius is indeed a noble warrior, who just recently joined with the Lord Marshal, I am certain your paths will cross." Perhaps he would persuade Lord Balian to take payment simply to keep an eye on the young lovers as it seemed all they did was get into trouble. "It is a comfort to know you still ride with the Marshal." His eyes fell into Rhiannon's for a moment, taking note of the way she wore her hair today, "Perhaps tomorrow, Rhiannon. If not tonight? I am in dire need to check on my shop. The season will no doubt keep me busy. Is there something you had in mind?" At this point he'd be happy to see her in anything other then the pants. (d
Balian: His attention was quickly taken back to the Frenchman with a polite failing smile and a nod. "I be one and the same man." The battle against the beasts he had forgotten until just now. Had it been that long? He must be getting old. When a Knight gained enough battles behind him that he was beginning to forget them you knew he had made his mark on the world. Whether it was a good mark of a bad depended on his virtue. His truth in self and his ability to live hislife with right action in heart and mind. Balian could only smile just a little once more before responded to Jean-Claudes mention of thanking him. "And you will never have to thank me Sir." He did stand again and start toward their table now with invitation only to find a new chair sliding it back and pausing to sit only to bow his head once more. This time toward Rhiannon. "I am honored to meet you as well Rhiannon MacBride." He did settle into that chair while his eyes moved back toward Janice. "Aye, I should like to meet Marius. " He licked his lips before leaning back into that chair to find just the right spot. "The Calvary is always in need of strong willed men... Bold and disciplined." The military machine was always hungry for fresh meat, eh? "I do say.. I have seen much of the world. I have served Kings, Queens, Nobles and Clans... And there be no such place.. I have given my full allegiance to until fate brought me here. There has never been a Kingdom I believed was worthy the cause of my oath.. my sword and if the need came of it. My life. It has been my lifes honor to serve here and with the Lord Marshal." [d]
Rhiannon: There was something that caused a shiver to chase down the spine when Jean-Claude's gaze connected with her own blue one. It was not unsettling, no, most fascinating actually. What was it about those eyes? One corner of her lips quirked a bit as she murmured thoughtfully,"Aye, tomorrow if not tonight Master Jean-Claude. The approaching season is why I seek you out. If I start now then I am sure to get more attention, no?" Approach Jean-Claude's skill while he was swamped would not do. Consideringly she mused,"Specifics I do not yet have. I just know that perhaps a more fitting wardrobe for approaching season is in need and I'd prefer your touch uponthem." Gaze flickered between Balian and Janice as conversation carried on. Another graceful motion of hand to request another cup of laced tea while she kept her silence and listened. (d)
Marius: Marius deBrabant was strong willed, so much so she wondered if he really was more toward the darker spectrum of service than he cared to consider, but those of the hall were Civic members as well as called to higher causes. A man was made up of what he elected to do with himself. It was a point of pride, she noticed. A high one at that. "He is on mounted patrols these days, so m'thinks you shall meet him. Indeed." A story would come with the knight who came to begin again. They came with weight, they came with prestige, but the Griffin made slates of them all. "Would you like a drink, a sup? It is my honor to treat the men of his Lordship." She, too, was an unofficial soldier in an undocumented war with public outbursts. This day was a light one, compared to the rain of arrows that haunted her steps from one year to the next. She drank her water with relish. Jean-Claude was privy to her right side, but a turn of head showcased what he might not have seen. The hussy's brand, her only - one hard, heavy handed slap knicked with a pair of nail marks. "The Isle is in turns the most fascinating of places, His Lordship pragmatic and adventurous in turns." Very, adventurous. Molly would lean over the bar to take a look at the little souvenir Janice kept on her face, "Get ye a little somethin' for that. Good mark! Once me ma got such a thing. McSweens are brazen! (d)
Jean-Claude:Molly would be the one to draw attention where it was not needed, her eyes to so happily give away the fate of the woman who dare touched her. It was a madness in him, this death coming. Jean-Claude would make a casual stand to slowly walk to the other side of her chair with his hands coming to fold behind his back, and as he spoke he would reach out to tilt her chin just enough he could get a better look. "Sir Marius is indeed strong willed, I would consider it a great debt if you were to watch out for him. Aid him through the ranks, keep one eye on his blind side." He spoke with a dry tone, then releasing Janice's chin so he could pull on his coat. "It will have to be tomorrow, Mon Cher..after church. It will not be work in service of a friend." Dear lord he was fuming, but kept his cool rather well. (d
Balian: He did nod at mention of Marius on mounted patrols. How he had missed it himself he could only exhale a breath and respond. "Sometime perhaps.. I am in disfavor just now... My status as Marshal of Turas Lan is no more im sure. My sudden and unannounced leave left many thinking I was dead.. or worse, deserted. But my vow of service to the calvary and the Griffin remains until my last breath. I shall see him im sure." He did grin at the mention of a drink before nodding just once. "Water would be blessing, if its not to much trouble?" Then he brought his attention back to the Jean-Claude as he stood. "It would be my honor. None debt of it my friend. .. Any friend of a friend of mine is friend to me." How many times has he had to say that this week? He squinted his right eye with the momentary thought before chuckling to himself. "I will wear em like undergarments and keep him safe, dont you worry." A jest? Balian with jokes. He needed to get back to soldiering he was becoming to civilized. [d]
Rhiannon:: With cup poised to lips one brow had risen while observing Jean-Claude's movements. Just what had made him react so? He seemed almost furious. Lowering it back to saucer with a gentle clink, she murmured,"Of course, tomorrowafter church then I will come to your shop." Blue eyes shifted from Jean-Claude to Balian for a moment. It'd be rude to ask what made one who sounded so very loyal to Skye leave suddenly, and without word, so Rhiannon did not ask. "It seems that your Marius is to be protected well." The words were directed at Janice with humor as she caught the jest. There was an image to have playing in ones mind! Sir Balian walking around wearing a pair of Mariustrousers. (d)
Janice:: "Water it will be without fai...l" Her face was being twisted upward for an inspection; many hands lifted the delicate features of the Angel to inspect where man (or woman) were violent enough to render the beauty asunder. Speech tilted up to Jean-Claude from Balian. Rhiannon then interjected, as one guardian sought another while the jest became of her betrothed sharing trousers with Balian. She grinned, shaking her head a little. "You should make it seem as though you befriend him first, though, Sir. And defend him at your want, and not the Master's insistance. Nor should you o'er fear much, Jean-Claude. The Italian left with far, far worse." Story still want untold from those plush petal lips. If only he could have seen her confront fate in that purple gown! What remained of it now was the sweet scent of her hair, the luxuriant milk bathed skin, and a distinct presence that said 'woman', and not 'wallflower'. She did not scream to be protected, nor was unso. Even now he could detect where others couldn't the guard, just as shocked as he that her own was held agaist a taller, boxum, skilled adversary. "Wish you the story? Clare assures me it will become Bannockburn legend before too long." Beyond Jean-Claude was that one of the folk observing an extended throat? Oh they knew whom it belonged to, plain as day. But were they a little envious? Ah yes. A fresh feast was better than over thrice used left overs. (d)
Jean-Claude: "Non, I haven't the time for stories." He would collect his cane and turn the collar of his coat up to face the bitter weather, "Have a good evening." He was angry, deeply, and the lot was never very becoming on him. His ground was tested, and he needed to be let go. This was her time now, she could do as she wished, but why was it they never let her do it for long? Had she even been back to her shop? Stuffed in gowns, thrown into court..for shame. A mark on her face would have seen Vance dead, for this he was certain, because it damn near killed him.
Balian: He dipped his chin toward Jean-Claude as he made his exit whether he paid notice or not didn't matter. Balian's attention fell back between Janice and Rhiannon. "Thank you for the drink. And yes.. It was merely a jest. I would expect to protect him no more then he would me. I will help him when he needs it. ..Show him skills if the time comes for it but for me to just blanket Marius with anything more would be unfit for a Calvary man... whether it hCalvary man... whether it him or I. .. But it does comfort people when they ask me to watch over their sons or brothers or husbands to tell them so. " He tilt his head just a little. "Otherwise I would do my harm then good to see him through the ranks. A man has to make his own path and leave a trail for others to follow. . .. That's what makes a man stand out.. And why stories willl be told of him long after hes gone." [d]
Rhiannon: Jean-Claude's departure came and Rhiannon shook her head. She would have to try to find what could be found out on the morrow. Curiosity was a most dangerous thing at times. A flaw of hers perhaps. "Aye, wise words Sir Balian. One must learn to lead their own lives and be their own person. None of us learn by being coddled. Is that not correct, Janice?" The further curving of lips as she leaned in most eagerly,"I would still like to hear your tale. Tell mehow you taught the hussy a lesson." (d)
Janice: "Very wise sayings you both. One must find their own path, he has come from Austria and it is an ardous time..but he is making such a way already." Indeed. He was cutting Castillians and Aragonese spies into pieces on a fortnight basis. By the time his civic duty called him up, he would have had some fine practice . She smiled to think of him, so much so it colored the other, non red cheek. How did she teach that hussy a lesson? Janice grinned, "Dora Lynch went to market and she got herself a beautiful dress from the gypsies, all glass beads and colors! Laced up to the nine, and she fetched me a purple silk one, with laces better than this." Allowing herself the luxury of her signature chuckle, it came forth far sweeter than the hellion the Italian rendered forth, "She perfumed my hair, softened me up and...I hardly recognized myself but say her, we are two stars in a night sky. We sure were! Oh, how we arrived. The looks between all was quite a tale, given it was spread gossip by now.We sat at yon table and made all sorts of barbs. I shall be on my knees long after mass tomorrow. We say we shall have qual or pheasent, Dora says that on the menu it seems there is Italian Pheasent, overstuffed to a turn..or is it a crow?" Girl talk was delicatable, but at least it had enough action to interest a man! "She sat there when we entered this last week, oh...Rhiannon! Everyone fawning over herher money, and those ludacrist things she called a bosom. Thank God for the invention of good laces, or we would have been undone by those things as she fell, or her ample posterior." The scene played out as Jean-Claude would have been horrified, but the men of the Order merely laughed, "I called her a whore in all but name, to her face! She says Marius' mouse is here, what he needs is a woman. Say I ,what my betrohed needs is not the remains of an old, picked over supper to often supped at!" (d)
Balian: He lift the glass for a small taste. The cool water nearly burned while it went down his throat. He paid little attention to the trivial things like, thirst? The better half of his life spent in the desert heat had him used to such things. The tale of the hussy bashing did prove amusing. He brought his free hand up to comb just his fingertips back through his long brown hair parting it back from his brow while he peered back and forth between Janice and Rhiannon, gauging each of their reactions to each new piece of the tale. He chuckled softly and his brows did lift. Wait, did Balian just become part of the girl talk gossip? He blinked and shift his gaze to look at the hilt of the nameless sword rest at his side. He really. Really needed to get back in the saddle. Jokes! Girl talk! Whats next? Basket weaving? Breast feeding? He jumped up from the chair knocking it backward with a stumble as a bead of sweat rolled down his cheek. "Oi!" Blink. [d]
Marius: Marius returned to the Bannockburn Tavern after spending a bit of time at Ebony Hall. He knew Janice would still be there. Actually Marius was hoping there was some food still available. He hadn't eaten in well over a day and he was frankly starved. But most of all he did so want to spend more time with his lovely lady. Of late they had little time together and he missed that most of all when on patrol. As he passed through the doorway, his eyes saw Janice and his entire visage lit up like the sun in the noonday sky. This was the center of his life from now until the moment it ended; she would be there beside him. (d)
Janice:Molly leaned into the conversation with Clare. Charlie wished to convey his side but did so with the men. Women were a hornet's nest! "Stay outta tha'," he told Marius, poor Balian trapped! At least the story got bloody next! "Then I pushed the hussy into a table, and the real fight began, it seems she was out for more than..my honor we shall say." Universal sign of slitting throat was made with finger, an indicator of the life she led these days. Slightly charmed in technicolor brilliance, alwas adventurous. "It was a very unladylike row by the end, but life and honor prevail! I crossed myself though as I hitched my skirts knee high and ran across the room, she then threw cup at me, tripped me and we clawed at one another but not before she pulls out a poisoned hair pin! Marius pointed that out, and he left me to it after he did.. twas nice, not to be doubted for a change. Then the dress was up further! " Scandal! she demonstrated with a line as to where with finger..up to the thigh?! The Garter! "Then out come my show of it and bit right into her side with the dagger! The trollop." She crossed her arms and nodded. So Booksellers become Valiant Women. So one dayshe was a hero among women who was not trod on. Ha! Charlie benefited from it immensly. His room was packed, his coffers heavy from intrigue and aftermath (d)
Balian: He grinned lopsidedly once realized he was making a fool of himself. Only to bow his head politely. "I should retire the evening. .. It was nice meeting the both of you. We should gather again sometime." The Pale cloak was jerked up from the back of the chair and thrown over his shoulders exposing the silver embroidered crest of the Windsor Dueling Lions. "Aye, I am alright.. ..Just some demons in meh, eh?" He winked with a playfull smile only to tilt his head back toward Janice while he back stepped toward the door. "Perhaps if you grow tired of your current station you should join me in the calvary and really put that rage out of wonder." He chuckled. "Give em hell!" He turned round with a lift of his hand to wave back at them. Bringing that same hand to the door to brush it open and nodding to the man making entrance just as he passed. [d]
Marius: Marius was busy convincing Charlie to bring him out some hot food and a board of hot bread and butter to go with it, along with some cool ale. Watching the ladies, he decided to enter into the conversation. "Mistress Viscreed, is it not ture that Sir Marius did more then just point out this poisoned hair pin? I hear he took aim with a goblet and knocked it from her hand." He did enjoy a bit of a tease now and then, and this was the perfect opportunity, since Janice had not yet noticed his presence. (d)
Janice: "Aye, he did, my Marius. Surprised he didn't fell the woman by himself but he did throw that goblet." Janice looked up with whistful regard for the arm of that man, the hands Rhiannon pointed out. Was she, actually looking like a woman whom desired? For a moment the tone of voice was but adream, then it soaked into her head. Turning over her shoulder to see his face there made her own increase in length of smile. "And this man said he was proud of me, Rhiannon, for taking hold of my honor..and his." She beamed. (d)
Marius: The Knight from Austria bounded over to his lovely betrothed, picked her up and kisses her right there. "I came back for supper and for the company" He was enjoying himself at this moment. Janice was safe and they were together. For him that was all that mattered and perhaps receiving advancement for his services. Tonight, he was living only for Janice; the way he did want it. (d)
Rhiannon:: Ah, this was love! Rhiannon had never sought to find love. Once upon a time in childhood there'd been fanciful dreams just like any other young girl. Yet they'd been pushed aside when thrust into adulthood. She had found a place inlife much enjoyed. The independence earned Rhiannon could never imagine giving up. Plus, to some degree, her heart had been her Patron's and still mourned his loss even after three years. "It sounds like you made any woman warywho would seek to take your Marius from you." (d)
Janice: "Two excellent reasons to do so! So , must we continue to be in mortal peril to see one another.." She chuckled, returning the kiss and wrapping her arms around him. "You know Rhiannon, yes Marius? If not now you do and she shall have to sup with us." She reached out a hand to Rhiannon, spell blindlingly happy even in that maroon wool dress that did good things for it was the height of good elegance for women like Molly when the clan came to call. Childhood was at its end with the youth, promise of being a woman having such esteem! Twenty years of age, by the time twenty one came, blissful twenty one..she would be more than many months wed. Dove wings flew with grace across the open sky! (d)
Marius: One thing that was easily visible on Marius's face was his weariness. He was able to revel in his time with Janice. They deserved so much of it yet received so little of late. But this time Marius was determined that the period constant peril would be at an end, one way or another. He had had enough. He could not believe that even the Spanish would wish to kill the only person able to translate English into Berber and vice versa. Perhaps if those arrogant asses of the Order would listen to him now. Anybody could get themselves on Skye and mix into the population. Now he could demand that measures be taken. Again, perhaps, if they questioned their own capacity for a momentsomething might be done. Marius was determined to do it even if he had to climb into the High Lord's window in the middle of the night to convince him. This would stop now! (d)
Rhiannon]/b]: "Aye, our paths have crossed many times Janice. Your betrothed is a well-known face about Turas Lan already." Rhiannon easily noted the look upon the man's face. These two seemed to have been through much. "Do you feel well, Sir deBrabant? If it is exhaustion you suffer from I can recommend some herbs that will cure it." Being a Physician as she was it meant that blue eyes were keenly observant of people. Sometimes it was how she took note of illnesseven when some were too stubborn to admit it. (d)
Janice: The Order already was infiltrating the under-dark, and a great purging of the assasins had occurred. What was left no doubt were there more elite, their handful of remaining, and a servant. He could be angry, he could demand. Hehad a right! But the woman would seek to soothe his ire with a caress to his cheek while the trio spoke. She looked at him, seeing the exhaustion of which the Physician spoke. How could Marius rise to his own posistion forconstantly shifting into the business of Spaniards and translators? The Order Guard felt for him; this was an induction into wickedness no one should wish. Battles on fields made sense, with sword, strategy. Here the strategy constantly changed. Just as one vein was being stopped another one burst open! "You do look as she speaks let her have a moment..?" Later they would speak with Claramae, certainly. What was the great Lady Laurence, unpacking her cases for the necessary English journey yet again? Arrogant, indeed. Without scruple, no. While the world drank, they fell apart. Slowly but surely unraveling. (d)
Marius: Marius did look to the physician. "Thank you Rhiannon, but it's nothing that some sleep wouldn't cure. I do appreciate your concern. But I am always helped when I am with Janice. She and she alone is what gets me thourgh all this. She continues to counsel patience. I have been and shall continue to be, but as I have warned her, my patience is finite. Much will be determined in the next couple of months. (d)
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