Post by Queen Beathag Aberdeen on Mar 24, 2010 21:30:37 GMT -6
Continued from Helping Hand
Beathag: "The sun is low 'nough now, ye may tell the pages, Brom, m'audience time is drawin' tae its close." The North man gave a mute nod as his reply, releasing his breath only after his back was facing the High Lady as he muttered an inaudible, "Thank God." Petitions were not idle in a time of flux. Men sought more than questions on neighbor's fences but more on what lay across the other side. Advantage? Why, be it in the arrangement of sudden matches, the ending of those that weren't with a family in sudden dishonor, or the heat fanned from fire tongue speech that exploded in the little stone room, more than Spring had come to bloom on Skye. Clans were making ready for war. Lines were being drawn in the ground again by bold, enobled idiots as the woman who would be Queen cautioned them of the consequences. Such things decided fortunes, with the victor claiming spoils. Those that crossed wrong the royals with their squabble would find the battle field decided for them. It was less than what was desired. Brom's ears burned with the talk, too, of the foreigners who had come to pledge themeselves steadfast or caution consequence as the continent became alive with hot debate over the heads that would wear Scotland's crown. How could one small chain of islands hold so much sway over the entirity of the known world? She had the stained glass windows opened, for she loved the way light played on them, but loved the light more. Fresh air brushed against the long, gold pride as she watched another day move closer towards eternity. With her hands to her desk, her back would be towards the door as she thought on what awaited her beyond this room with its high backed chairs in circle arranged to make people more 'welcome' to speak. The true welcome awaited with her family, her children. (d)
Brennah: With having finished the meal now finished, she would look across to Ranald. `` We best be on our way if we want to make sure we get there in time to catch either the Duke or the Duchess so that you might can deliver this message of yours.`` She finished off what little bit she could of both drink and food and scooted her chair back as a hand lifted the napkin to wipe at full lips. Brennah would continue to keep her seat until she knew for certain Ranald wasdone and soon rising himself. ``I do hope that we can get there in time and if they won't see you on account of your name, perhaps they will upon mine.`` she offered. It was perhaps a little more insight for Ranald with that commentas he had yet to learn of just who the dark haired Lady was that now sat across from him. Yes, he had learned of her name, but only her name and nothing more. He was sure to have his assumptions about her just like any other would when it came to just meeting someone. Was she deliberately keeping things from Ranald? It was possible, but then if she were, one might wonder for what reasons. Was it because of his comment of knowing how most women of nobility and of royal courts were... or was it because she simply wished to be accepted for who she was rather than by name or affiliation alone? He in time would find out like so many others before him had. [end]
Ranald: Ranald had enjoyed his meals and the company of Brennha even more. He almost regretted that it would be necessary to go to the castle, but he considered that it was his duty to his homeland, and duty must always come first. "Come,let us get over there. I'm sure the High Lady must be overrun with with petitions, complaints and the like. It's what usually happens at these audiences or court." He pauses almost dramatically. "I only hope they will listen. As a soldier I've seen good counsel ignored many times, and every time it happens people die unnecessrily. And if it happens this time, the results will be horrendous." He took her hand and assisted Brennah to rise from the table.Then he most properly escorted her out of the Inn. Earlier they had left the Briar Rose and come into the city. The castle was quite thronged with people for the audience. That was when they had decided to wait a bit. They even partook of a light lunch at an establishment near the castle. They were close and it was such a short walk. By the now the crowd had dispersed, and they made their way to the small audience chamber where the High Lady was holding court. The way was not barred, but he found his way blocked by a tall fair haired, mailed warrior and a smaller blonde woman standing beside him. "Hold on Friend. The High Lady has finished her audiences for today." It was Marius de Brabant and his wife Janice. "Unless this a major emergency, you may return for the next public audience." (d)
Brom: "Debrabant keeps track of time well," Brom of the North emerged into the hall as the door with the desired presence, the wanted ear, was shut behind him. "She has just sent me forth herself to say the same. The day has been long and Her Grace wishes it to be finished. Unless it is dire, it will wait until the morrow. Sir Marius! Take you home the young wife, long her day is, with eyes between lines of foreign paper."
Janice: Janice lifted a hand that hid the sign of laughter but couldn't quell the sound. "Many languages, the same things I assure you said across many papers." Her eyes, the windows to an intelligent, gentle soul looked at the people who had come forward. The man she didn't know, but the woman in company seemed familiar at least by description of mention. She would cant her head, the smile unmoving as the hair straying down from her bun refused to stay out of her eyes. By jove, she was wed now! If all else in life might find order, why not her hair? (d)
Brennah: Brennah would of course rise when Ranald had helped her to her feet only to then go where it was he wished. When it was known that many wished to see the Duchess, Ranald had the grand idea of passing the time by seeing to otherthings about the city to keep from having to wait so long in hopes that by the time they returned, it would work in their favor. However, now they stood before what Brennah was sure to be just one of many obsticles. ``Please, Sir, it is of great importance that we speak to the High Lady this day... this hour even. If she will not see him on behalf of an urgent message alone, then have her know that the niece of Talion Apollous is here and with a friend. I am sure the High Lady would not turn away the relative of the Lady Artisan and her husband.`` Brennah said as she stepped forward to place herself between Ranald and both Marius as well as Brow along with Janice. While she spoke politely and with respect, there was indeed the tone of an underlying demand in her words. ``I as well as my friend here will camp out in this very spot if we must. I will remain planted here as if I were a solid oak tree rooted deep within the ground.`` She let her eyes shift for only a moment as she looked from one to the next, awaiting to be either tossed out on her rear or to be taken to the Duchess. [end]
Marius: Marius quietly crossed his arms. "You sir, convince me of the urgency of your request and I shall lead you to the High Lady myself, past any obstacle." Ranald quietly goes up to him and whispers in Marius's ear. Marius's eyes go wild with fear, as he hits his own forehead. "I knew it, I knew it," he shouts. "Come with me, but first we surrender our arms to Brom, all weapons" Marius is the first to undo his swordbelt and give bastard sword and dagger to the giant guard, while Ranald follows suit. Marius pushes past two of the other guards and literally forces his way into the chamber. He does not apologize. "High Lady, this man has brought some vital information. I know your audiences have ended, but this must be said."He motions for Ranald to tell his story
Ranald:.The dark haired warrior bows politely to Bess, not even fully comprehending who she is, but he needs to tell his story. "I am Ranald MacKenzie, Scots by birth but outside of my homeland. I have earned my livelihood as warrior. I was between contracts when I went to Avignon to seek Papal employment. For the first time in memory they aren't hiring. While I was there I overheard a conversation between two ranking churchmen. They spoke of the plans for my homeland. There was to be a Papal Bull, excommunication and interdict to be laid upon all lands of the Gaelic Alliance. And then they spoke of a possible crusade, if their other operation did not succeed. Dispensations were cheaper then salaries and crusaders had many uses." He paused dramatically, licked his lips and continued. "I was attacked by Papal assassins and wounded. This lady" he pointed to Brennah "most graciously tended my wound and aided my trip here. But I came to Skye in a smuggler's craft. It was the safest way under the circumstances. There were four or five other men also coming in on the same craft. They kept together and ignored me as I ignored them .From a few snatches of their conversation carried by the wind, only a couple of more groups were coming and the operation could proceed after it was published. I came directly here to you to report this. I fear my homeland is in great danger. As a Scotsman I could do no less." he bowed again politely. (d)
Bess: "Oak trees belong outside, Lady Teegan, though they are adored of the High Lady. We needn't use such symbolism. I will see what she says, twould nay be her way to turn aside those as close as kin..." The giant guard put his fingerto his chin in contemplation, a half laugh given at her determined stance. What of the man in her company? Before he could inquire a name, or a purpose as to why he would be attached to one of the women of the court by relation, he went off to Marius. He glowered with no means to hide it. Why should he? It was not the man he held contempt for, but his actions. He lifted up his hand so the guard she pressed past would not bar his way with steel points. "DeBrabant will get your friend run through if he isn't careful." He muttered to Brennah, jerking his head in the direction of the door so she would follow him. Within the chambers, the Lady was shutting folios and rolling up scrolls when a familiar Austrian accent turned her ears up to reveal a sharp, careful gaze. The woman was increasingly studious as the days went on, and extremely cautious. Letting the words be witness, she remained behind the desk, and thus behind a man but one inch shorter than herself. He was auburn headed, dark eyed, but not without some shared facial features enough to mark him for the blood relation he was, her brother, Caldean. Instead of the background, for once the man sought the foreground in the days when the golden head he loved was subject to much scrutiny. He crossed his arms, almost a silent question posed to Brom whom was his superior in these , yet the man still emerged. He knew of people, even if he wasn't known by them. He'd stood in court with Beathag a hundred times by now while none knew his name but those that need know it. "Tis Alright, move Caldean, come stand upon m'right." Ranald remained in his lowered posistion no doubt until she harkened, "Rise, McKenzie. 'Pon first accord, should welcome ye tae yer home land, n' tae Skye Isle, far part o' it. Ye made with personal peril n'duress tae speak as ye have. Rise. Be it known tha' while yer full trust is bein' appraised, yer words now are trusted. Ah've heard enough of m'own tae validate belief. " Eyes next turned to Marius "Ye keep dangerous company tae thyself, deBrabant. Another man tha' would have ye kidnapped or killed at yer side. Ye favor more excitement than Ah did at yer age, though it just seems tae bloom from the ground for ye. Tis nay smart tae push one forth sae, words nay withstanding. They are important, but it is better said by the likes o' ye first as introduction proper. Or tha' one.. Good evenin' Brennah. M'doors will open n' my ears are nay shut tae such plee nor word, but if Brom did nay lift his hand, they have command tae harm the disobdient on sight n' ask questions later. Comes with havin' a marked head. All come, tae the chairs, sit then. Lady deBrabant I will trouble yer hands again.." "Yes Lady, and you say they will kill if necessary," "Aye, the one near successful attempt 'pon m'life was an infiltration when we first arrived. Since yer husband pointed out those who sought tae dae the same, with wot was heard the last few days..there is just cause. " (d)
Brennah: With Brom's reply, there was both a sign of relief as well as amusement that showed in her expression. However, even before she could say anything else on the matter or in reply to Brom's own statement, the demand for weapons hadbeen made and there was of course a slight roll of her eyes. ``Oh alright, for heavens sake if it will help speed up the process.`` she said before bending a little and gathering up a portion of her skirts to remove the dagger from the inside of her boot to hand over to Brom. Only after the others had moved forward and through the doors did Brennah follow. A glance was given to Janice, and although Brennah didn't think they had been properly introduced, she seemed familiar. Once inside and before the High Lady, Brennah quickly stepped off to the side, but remained within close proximity of the gathering in a respectful distance. She let all others - Marius, Ranald, Brom and the man at the Duchess side say what need be said first. Only when a chance was given did she step forth and speak. ``I do hope you will pardon our abrupt entrance at such an hour your Grace, but as you can see for yourself it was of great importance that you receive this messagae as soon as possible.`` she said as she dipped down into a deep curtsey that was well perfected. . I should hope that perhaps upon another evening, we might can meet again under better circumstances.`` Once she was done, she simply straightened and stepped back to await to be addressed again by whom ever wished to be the next to have her speak or to remain silent and allow business to carry on as it should. [end]
Marius:As Ranald rose, Marius began to speak quietly but firmly. "High Lady, this information confirms what I had suspected about the Papacy's intentions. I fear we can expect a Bull of Excommunication and Interdict as soon as you and Adam have the crowns placed on your head. Don't expect the Bishop of Skye to officiate. He's a Papal servant first. That is not what is frightening; it's the other operation. We know for sure that large Papal parties are coming in through the smugglers and almost all of them are here. I believe it is an assasination attempt on the soon to be Royal Family. One or even two hundred men could already be here inisde Turas Lan awaiting the publication of the Bull. They will of course be roughly dressed; so it will appear that your own subjects rebelled and slew you all, including to the children. And he Papal hands will be remain clean. After that they can easily take apart the Gaelic Alliance, piece by piece." Now Marius pauses, because what he will say next could bring him trouble. "High Lady, there is only one way to stop this before it begins. Your husband must throw himself at the Pope's feet and abjectly beg his pardon for being in secret communication with an Infidel lord, for not surpressing the Templars, and for planning a coronation without a Papal blessing. It could work, and it is a fair chance. However, if he wishes not to avail himself of this counsel, then station a company or two in the palace at all times and make sure the nursery is protected. And "His Majesty" needs to cease going out along among the people, at least until we've drawn the fangs of this viper." He continues quietly. "I do apologize for bursting in. I am but your faithful subject and cannot compel you to any course of action. But I do implore you to listen; for the lives of your family,for Skye, for Scotland, for England, and even for Ireland." Marius simply bows his head at the end. From another quarter comes applause, and a man in the uniform of a servant comes into the room from a passageway hidden by a tapestry. Marius just looks up and rolls his eyes. "My pardon all, but I simply cannot do without a bit ofthe dramatic. I'm his cousin Nicholas" He gives a most correct court bow. "High Lady, the information from both my cousin this othe gentleman is quite correct. The Papal Bull is set to be signed as soon as you are coronated, and a special messenger to bring it to the Bishop of Skye, with instructions on what to do if he refuses to publicly proclaim it. And I am most afraid that my cousin's interpretation of the assasination attempt is quite real." (d)
Beathag: Beathag merely listened with such a bout of silence as for one to think she'd been infected by a disease that turned women into statues. Waves of news crashed against her, and she was expected to absorb it all and return some dignified response that would make it all right again? Royalty was alleged to make one's blood blue. It was a station assigned by Heaven so that the chosen could lead. Salic Law was man' slaw, dictating that a woman should have noplace in this procession through the ages but here it was. Beathag of Aberdeen defied all known convention to share authority with her husband, and in his absence designated supreme. Inhaling on the mention of the papacy, she exhaled with more flare as anger flickered across her eyes. Why was the man emerging from the passage meant for servants - and if her person - only elected ones? Was it a point to be made? Nicholas received none of her patience, but enough animosity to bolt him down by the weight of gaze alone. Words were heard for what they were, but actions spoke louder. She looked instead at Marius, with a more gentle disposistion. "Lord Aberdeen will nay be kissin neither the ring, nor shoe, nor gown hem, nor posterior o' His Holiness unless he arrives him himself. Tis he who designated this given we were, at his approval and the Bruce's left as heirs in the man's stead. I believe wot ye tell me, have enough reports this dae and in audiences as people act tae validate there is blood tossed out in the water. Yet I also believe the Pope has tae many damn strings and his strings are bein' pulled, and thus it is nay the man himself. M'court harbors Papal court members as well as relatives. Still, his strings n' puppets carry enough power tae move some of our allies closer tae us, n' some in the wrong direction. Tis a precarious time. On your word, the guard will be doubled within halls and contingent accompaniment outside o' them, but tae cease our lives now, we freeze, they have tae much advantage. Brom..gae n' tell, n' fergive me if ye are Christian cross yerself,Father Donovan, the Cathedral head, n' the Archbishop Meurig, tae search among their conclaves. They are nay safe either, n' if they have been infiltrated, robed or no..they must turn o' there brothers n' sisters tha' would harm. Brennah, ye n' yer friend remain her taenight, fer yer protection, as will ye Marius n' Janice, any further word ye all have on the matter may prove useful. They have also increased the askin' price on yer wifes head, Marius. In direct writin. Janice when Donovan arrives, have him baptize ye proper, n' seal yer marriage thus. Whomever is pullin tha' man's strings is nay only endangerin us..nay doubtif the Pope becomes dead within weeks twill nay surprise me. We will speak more on it later." Before she departed, she went over to Nicholas. "And you? Unless ye are m'faithful or one of my Talon brain soldiers?" In the most calm display of her lost temper, no voice was risen or yell given. She merely took her left, dual ringed hand and brought the back of it across his face. The woman was still no flower to be trod upon. "Stay the hell out o'the walls, rafters n' any such entry. Use the damned front door. Marius does nay need tae lose family nor gae intae trouble because of ye. The man seeks tae earn his place in a reputable manner, n' is already hangin' by a thread nay o' his own choosin. Ye Jackass. N' I hate theatrics. Front door." She canted her head to them, and flexing left fingers into a fist there after to rest in right hand whilst she thoughtshe took her leave. No, the pope nor assasins would keep that crown from sitting on her head. (d)
Beathag: "The sun is low 'nough now, ye may tell the pages, Brom, m'audience time is drawin' tae its close." The North man gave a mute nod as his reply, releasing his breath only after his back was facing the High Lady as he muttered an inaudible, "Thank God." Petitions were not idle in a time of flux. Men sought more than questions on neighbor's fences but more on what lay across the other side. Advantage? Why, be it in the arrangement of sudden matches, the ending of those that weren't with a family in sudden dishonor, or the heat fanned from fire tongue speech that exploded in the little stone room, more than Spring had come to bloom on Skye. Clans were making ready for war. Lines were being drawn in the ground again by bold, enobled idiots as the woman who would be Queen cautioned them of the consequences. Such things decided fortunes, with the victor claiming spoils. Those that crossed wrong the royals with their squabble would find the battle field decided for them. It was less than what was desired. Brom's ears burned with the talk, too, of the foreigners who had come to pledge themeselves steadfast or caution consequence as the continent became alive with hot debate over the heads that would wear Scotland's crown. How could one small chain of islands hold so much sway over the entirity of the known world? She had the stained glass windows opened, for she loved the way light played on them, but loved the light more. Fresh air brushed against the long, gold pride as she watched another day move closer towards eternity. With her hands to her desk, her back would be towards the door as she thought on what awaited her beyond this room with its high backed chairs in circle arranged to make people more 'welcome' to speak. The true welcome awaited with her family, her children. (d)
Brennah: With having finished the meal now finished, she would look across to Ranald. `` We best be on our way if we want to make sure we get there in time to catch either the Duke or the Duchess so that you might can deliver this message of yours.`` She finished off what little bit she could of both drink and food and scooted her chair back as a hand lifted the napkin to wipe at full lips. Brennah would continue to keep her seat until she knew for certain Ranald wasdone and soon rising himself. ``I do hope that we can get there in time and if they won't see you on account of your name, perhaps they will upon mine.`` she offered. It was perhaps a little more insight for Ranald with that commentas he had yet to learn of just who the dark haired Lady was that now sat across from him. Yes, he had learned of her name, but only her name and nothing more. He was sure to have his assumptions about her just like any other would when it came to just meeting someone. Was she deliberately keeping things from Ranald? It was possible, but then if she were, one might wonder for what reasons. Was it because of his comment of knowing how most women of nobility and of royal courts were... or was it because she simply wished to be accepted for who she was rather than by name or affiliation alone? He in time would find out like so many others before him had. [end]
Ranald: Ranald had enjoyed his meals and the company of Brennha even more. He almost regretted that it would be necessary to go to the castle, but he considered that it was his duty to his homeland, and duty must always come first. "Come,let us get over there. I'm sure the High Lady must be overrun with with petitions, complaints and the like. It's what usually happens at these audiences or court." He pauses almost dramatically. "I only hope they will listen. As a soldier I've seen good counsel ignored many times, and every time it happens people die unnecessrily. And if it happens this time, the results will be horrendous." He took her hand and assisted Brennah to rise from the table.Then he most properly escorted her out of the Inn. Earlier they had left the Briar Rose and come into the city. The castle was quite thronged with people for the audience. That was when they had decided to wait a bit. They even partook of a light lunch at an establishment near the castle. They were close and it was such a short walk. By the now the crowd had dispersed, and they made their way to the small audience chamber where the High Lady was holding court. The way was not barred, but he found his way blocked by a tall fair haired, mailed warrior and a smaller blonde woman standing beside him. "Hold on Friend. The High Lady has finished her audiences for today." It was Marius de Brabant and his wife Janice. "Unless this a major emergency, you may return for the next public audience." (d)
Brom: "Debrabant keeps track of time well," Brom of the North emerged into the hall as the door with the desired presence, the wanted ear, was shut behind him. "She has just sent me forth herself to say the same. The day has been long and Her Grace wishes it to be finished. Unless it is dire, it will wait until the morrow. Sir Marius! Take you home the young wife, long her day is, with eyes between lines of foreign paper."
Janice: Janice lifted a hand that hid the sign of laughter but couldn't quell the sound. "Many languages, the same things I assure you said across many papers." Her eyes, the windows to an intelligent, gentle soul looked at the people who had come forward. The man she didn't know, but the woman in company seemed familiar at least by description of mention. She would cant her head, the smile unmoving as the hair straying down from her bun refused to stay out of her eyes. By jove, she was wed now! If all else in life might find order, why not her hair? (d)
Brennah: Brennah would of course rise when Ranald had helped her to her feet only to then go where it was he wished. When it was known that many wished to see the Duchess, Ranald had the grand idea of passing the time by seeing to otherthings about the city to keep from having to wait so long in hopes that by the time they returned, it would work in their favor. However, now they stood before what Brennah was sure to be just one of many obsticles. ``Please, Sir, it is of great importance that we speak to the High Lady this day... this hour even. If she will not see him on behalf of an urgent message alone, then have her know that the niece of Talion Apollous is here and with a friend. I am sure the High Lady would not turn away the relative of the Lady Artisan and her husband.`` Brennah said as she stepped forward to place herself between Ranald and both Marius as well as Brow along with Janice. While she spoke politely and with respect, there was indeed the tone of an underlying demand in her words. ``I as well as my friend here will camp out in this very spot if we must. I will remain planted here as if I were a solid oak tree rooted deep within the ground.`` She let her eyes shift for only a moment as she looked from one to the next, awaiting to be either tossed out on her rear or to be taken to the Duchess. [end]
Marius: Marius quietly crossed his arms. "You sir, convince me of the urgency of your request and I shall lead you to the High Lady myself, past any obstacle." Ranald quietly goes up to him and whispers in Marius's ear. Marius's eyes go wild with fear, as he hits his own forehead. "I knew it, I knew it," he shouts. "Come with me, but first we surrender our arms to Brom, all weapons" Marius is the first to undo his swordbelt and give bastard sword and dagger to the giant guard, while Ranald follows suit. Marius pushes past two of the other guards and literally forces his way into the chamber. He does not apologize. "High Lady, this man has brought some vital information. I know your audiences have ended, but this must be said."He motions for Ranald to tell his story
Ranald:.The dark haired warrior bows politely to Bess, not even fully comprehending who she is, but he needs to tell his story. "I am Ranald MacKenzie, Scots by birth but outside of my homeland. I have earned my livelihood as warrior. I was between contracts when I went to Avignon to seek Papal employment. For the first time in memory they aren't hiring. While I was there I overheard a conversation between two ranking churchmen. They spoke of the plans for my homeland. There was to be a Papal Bull, excommunication and interdict to be laid upon all lands of the Gaelic Alliance. And then they spoke of a possible crusade, if their other operation did not succeed. Dispensations were cheaper then salaries and crusaders had many uses." He paused dramatically, licked his lips and continued. "I was attacked by Papal assassins and wounded. This lady" he pointed to Brennah "most graciously tended my wound and aided my trip here. But I came to Skye in a smuggler's craft. It was the safest way under the circumstances. There were four or five other men also coming in on the same craft. They kept together and ignored me as I ignored them .From a few snatches of their conversation carried by the wind, only a couple of more groups were coming and the operation could proceed after it was published. I came directly here to you to report this. I fear my homeland is in great danger. As a Scotsman I could do no less." he bowed again politely. (d)
Bess: "Oak trees belong outside, Lady Teegan, though they are adored of the High Lady. We needn't use such symbolism. I will see what she says, twould nay be her way to turn aside those as close as kin..." The giant guard put his fingerto his chin in contemplation, a half laugh given at her determined stance. What of the man in her company? Before he could inquire a name, or a purpose as to why he would be attached to one of the women of the court by relation, he went off to Marius. He glowered with no means to hide it. Why should he? It was not the man he held contempt for, but his actions. He lifted up his hand so the guard she pressed past would not bar his way with steel points. "DeBrabant will get your friend run through if he isn't careful." He muttered to Brennah, jerking his head in the direction of the door so she would follow him. Within the chambers, the Lady was shutting folios and rolling up scrolls when a familiar Austrian accent turned her ears up to reveal a sharp, careful gaze. The woman was increasingly studious as the days went on, and extremely cautious. Letting the words be witness, she remained behind the desk, and thus behind a man but one inch shorter than herself. He was auburn headed, dark eyed, but not without some shared facial features enough to mark him for the blood relation he was, her brother, Caldean. Instead of the background, for once the man sought the foreground in the days when the golden head he loved was subject to much scrutiny. He crossed his arms, almost a silent question posed to Brom whom was his superior in these , yet the man still emerged. He knew of people, even if he wasn't known by them. He'd stood in court with Beathag a hundred times by now while none knew his name but those that need know it. "Tis Alright, move Caldean, come stand upon m'right." Ranald remained in his lowered posistion no doubt until she harkened, "Rise, McKenzie. 'Pon first accord, should welcome ye tae yer home land, n' tae Skye Isle, far part o' it. Ye made with personal peril n'duress tae speak as ye have. Rise. Be it known tha' while yer full trust is bein' appraised, yer words now are trusted. Ah've heard enough of m'own tae validate belief. " Eyes next turned to Marius "Ye keep dangerous company tae thyself, deBrabant. Another man tha' would have ye kidnapped or killed at yer side. Ye favor more excitement than Ah did at yer age, though it just seems tae bloom from the ground for ye. Tis nay smart tae push one forth sae, words nay withstanding. They are important, but it is better said by the likes o' ye first as introduction proper. Or tha' one.. Good evenin' Brennah. M'doors will open n' my ears are nay shut tae such plee nor word, but if Brom did nay lift his hand, they have command tae harm the disobdient on sight n' ask questions later. Comes with havin' a marked head. All come, tae the chairs, sit then. Lady deBrabant I will trouble yer hands again.." "Yes Lady, and you say they will kill if necessary," "Aye, the one near successful attempt 'pon m'life was an infiltration when we first arrived. Since yer husband pointed out those who sought tae dae the same, with wot was heard the last few days..there is just cause. " (d)
Brennah: With Brom's reply, there was both a sign of relief as well as amusement that showed in her expression. However, even before she could say anything else on the matter or in reply to Brom's own statement, the demand for weapons hadbeen made and there was of course a slight roll of her eyes. ``Oh alright, for heavens sake if it will help speed up the process.`` she said before bending a little and gathering up a portion of her skirts to remove the dagger from the inside of her boot to hand over to Brom. Only after the others had moved forward and through the doors did Brennah follow. A glance was given to Janice, and although Brennah didn't think they had been properly introduced, she seemed familiar. Once inside and before the High Lady, Brennah quickly stepped off to the side, but remained within close proximity of the gathering in a respectful distance. She let all others - Marius, Ranald, Brom and the man at the Duchess side say what need be said first. Only when a chance was given did she step forth and speak. ``I do hope you will pardon our abrupt entrance at such an hour your Grace, but as you can see for yourself it was of great importance that you receive this messagae as soon as possible.`` she said as she dipped down into a deep curtsey that was well perfected. . I should hope that perhaps upon another evening, we might can meet again under better circumstances.`` Once she was done, she simply straightened and stepped back to await to be addressed again by whom ever wished to be the next to have her speak or to remain silent and allow business to carry on as it should. [end]
Marius:As Ranald rose, Marius began to speak quietly but firmly. "High Lady, this information confirms what I had suspected about the Papacy's intentions. I fear we can expect a Bull of Excommunication and Interdict as soon as you and Adam have the crowns placed on your head. Don't expect the Bishop of Skye to officiate. He's a Papal servant first. That is not what is frightening; it's the other operation. We know for sure that large Papal parties are coming in through the smugglers and almost all of them are here. I believe it is an assasination attempt on the soon to be Royal Family. One or even two hundred men could already be here inisde Turas Lan awaiting the publication of the Bull. They will of course be roughly dressed; so it will appear that your own subjects rebelled and slew you all, including to the children. And he Papal hands will be remain clean. After that they can easily take apart the Gaelic Alliance, piece by piece." Now Marius pauses, because what he will say next could bring him trouble. "High Lady, there is only one way to stop this before it begins. Your husband must throw himself at the Pope's feet and abjectly beg his pardon for being in secret communication with an Infidel lord, for not surpressing the Templars, and for planning a coronation without a Papal blessing. It could work, and it is a fair chance. However, if he wishes not to avail himself of this counsel, then station a company or two in the palace at all times and make sure the nursery is protected. And "His Majesty" needs to cease going out along among the people, at least until we've drawn the fangs of this viper." He continues quietly. "I do apologize for bursting in. I am but your faithful subject and cannot compel you to any course of action. But I do implore you to listen; for the lives of your family,for Skye, for Scotland, for England, and even for Ireland." Marius simply bows his head at the end. From another quarter comes applause, and a man in the uniform of a servant comes into the room from a passageway hidden by a tapestry. Marius just looks up and rolls his eyes. "My pardon all, but I simply cannot do without a bit ofthe dramatic. I'm his cousin Nicholas" He gives a most correct court bow. "High Lady, the information from both my cousin this othe gentleman is quite correct. The Papal Bull is set to be signed as soon as you are coronated, and a special messenger to bring it to the Bishop of Skye, with instructions on what to do if he refuses to publicly proclaim it. And I am most afraid that my cousin's interpretation of the assasination attempt is quite real." (d)
Beathag: Beathag merely listened with such a bout of silence as for one to think she'd been infected by a disease that turned women into statues. Waves of news crashed against her, and she was expected to absorb it all and return some dignified response that would make it all right again? Royalty was alleged to make one's blood blue. It was a station assigned by Heaven so that the chosen could lead. Salic Law was man' slaw, dictating that a woman should have noplace in this procession through the ages but here it was. Beathag of Aberdeen defied all known convention to share authority with her husband, and in his absence designated supreme. Inhaling on the mention of the papacy, she exhaled with more flare as anger flickered across her eyes. Why was the man emerging from the passage meant for servants - and if her person - only elected ones? Was it a point to be made? Nicholas received none of her patience, but enough animosity to bolt him down by the weight of gaze alone. Words were heard for what they were, but actions spoke louder. She looked instead at Marius, with a more gentle disposistion. "Lord Aberdeen will nay be kissin neither the ring, nor shoe, nor gown hem, nor posterior o' His Holiness unless he arrives him himself. Tis he who designated this given we were, at his approval and the Bruce's left as heirs in the man's stead. I believe wot ye tell me, have enough reports this dae and in audiences as people act tae validate there is blood tossed out in the water. Yet I also believe the Pope has tae many damn strings and his strings are bein' pulled, and thus it is nay the man himself. M'court harbors Papal court members as well as relatives. Still, his strings n' puppets carry enough power tae move some of our allies closer tae us, n' some in the wrong direction. Tis a precarious time. On your word, the guard will be doubled within halls and contingent accompaniment outside o' them, but tae cease our lives now, we freeze, they have tae much advantage. Brom..gae n' tell, n' fergive me if ye are Christian cross yerself,Father Donovan, the Cathedral head, n' the Archbishop Meurig, tae search among their conclaves. They are nay safe either, n' if they have been infiltrated, robed or no..they must turn o' there brothers n' sisters tha' would harm. Brennah, ye n' yer friend remain her taenight, fer yer protection, as will ye Marius n' Janice, any further word ye all have on the matter may prove useful. They have also increased the askin' price on yer wifes head, Marius. In direct writin. Janice when Donovan arrives, have him baptize ye proper, n' seal yer marriage thus. Whomever is pullin tha' man's strings is nay only endangerin us..nay doubtif the Pope becomes dead within weeks twill nay surprise me. We will speak more on it later." Before she departed, she went over to Nicholas. "And you? Unless ye are m'faithful or one of my Talon brain soldiers?" In the most calm display of her lost temper, no voice was risen or yell given. She merely took her left, dual ringed hand and brought the back of it across his face. The woman was still no flower to be trod upon. "Stay the hell out o'the walls, rafters n' any such entry. Use the damned front door. Marius does nay need tae lose family nor gae intae trouble because of ye. The man seeks tae earn his place in a reputable manner, n' is already hangin' by a thread nay o' his own choosin. Ye Jackass. N' I hate theatrics. Front door." She canted her head to them, and flexing left fingers into a fist there after to rest in right hand whilst she thoughtshe took her leave. No, the pope nor assasins would keep that crown from sitting on her head. (d)