Lilies in the Valley

[Janice Olivia Monroe]

Lilies in the Valley

they bloom along the road, and if downtrodden, some come to right them again

Wilhemia

The farm was out a ways, the fields had been left unattended for a couple of years. The barn itself had seen far better days and the cottage leaked. Otherwise? It was still home. The land was marked off by a low built stone wall, stone came from what Odis had tugged out of the soil while tilling the lands back then. Hauled by Willa..er.. Mena herself. A labourous task, even back then. However , as of now the pair, Mena and Edward were walking along the dirt road, the basket in hand while the boy bounced and yammered on about meeting the Lady St. Lawerance and the size of the bed.. and the room.. all the while she simply chuckled and nodded. The shawl still rested over her head though not as concerned with keeping her identity here.. there was simply no one about on the warm late summer day. " Oh ya should have seen it Mean.. they broughts me plates.. biggo plates.. o' food. and...and I have Beef! " He announced as she bit her lower lip and gave a nod. " Whats beef? " He asked quietly, uncertain of what it was he had eaten.
meat cows. "She explained. The boy stared at her for a long moment. " A what? " <d

Lady Janice Viscreed

It felt strange..to go forward from beyond the walls of Turas Lan and not over the open ocean. When was the last time she embarked on a journey through the winding expanse of the countryside? On top of the horse, the former brown gelding (a gift from a lapsed being) replaced by a Freesian mare, a reward of thanks for tasks well completed by the Master, Madame, or however one would choose to address her. Fall bowed down with colored leaves beyond the forests until she emerged on the otherside with the sounds of old girlish laughter. These ghosts met her when she followed out the young maidens of the court out on hunts, rides, to their estates at the Master's insistance that she meld in with this world. "It is different now," she said to nothing, to no one. Pressing her ankles gentle down in the flanks the mare moved on. Behind her rode a pair of the hall's guards as escorts. What carried her beyond the walls? It was the one distinct difference of days noted where one she would give lessons to was not there: was he well, where had he gone, the young Edward? One of her students was a child of the country too, but how well did this child of the underdark fair? (d)

Wilehmia

"They made me eat a cow! "He gasped and stared at her. The amused expression touched Mean's face as she gave a little nod. " My favorite was always with burgrany sauce. "She spoke with a glance to him. The little boy wasn't if she mocked him or not. The young woman chuckled softly and caught the sounds of the hooves and reached for Edward to draw him off the road. <d


Lady Janice Viscreed

"If it gets to be late, they will worry." The English sounding voice at her right was meant with a slight scoff as the the one on her left said in an Scotts tone "We'll see tha' Viscreed be right, Aye? Nothin' well get tae the lady, could stand a good row." She turned her head over her should to reply in English touched by a French outer rim "Please, can you not be a little more of the silent variety, you both haven't been talkative for years.." "Ye ne'er had much tae say wot bein' sixteen Miss. Now ye be twenty n' one." If it were not for the ability to ride or thehard ability in hand she would never have moved out with them, but this was common of guards trained by the former street man Master Vance. Thus far they had seen a few farms, but nothing with the boy named Edward. Why should she care so? It was engrained, like breathing, or the rosary (d)


Wilhemia

"We'll go through the fields tomorrow.. and begin harvesting seed.. so we have them for the spring. "She offered to Edward while they watched the horses approach. She absently lowered her chin to keep her face in the shadows of theshawl as the lad looked and tiptoed. " Who is it? Can ya see? "He asked bouncing a bit , then began waving a hand to the rider. " Edward, put your hand down. "She snapped softly. The little boy looked at her for a long moment. "Why.. they can't be like those in the dark. "he stated then by the stern look in Mean's eyes.. he shut up and kicked a rock. " Yes 'em. " He muttered. <d


Lady Janice Viscreed

By the time the party came to view the the only distinguishing feature on the guard horses was livery for the beasts with the Vincere-Laurence coat of arms. Of the lady in the middle, her fine appearence went counterproductive against the fact she was in pursuit of the well being of a street urchin, but God designates not his children at all time. That was man's doing, man's glorification, man's high places that illicited easy falls from grace. Lowered heads begat bobbed curtsies begat lowered heads as the guard occasionaly snickered at the smiles Janice paid them. She never made much when the act never called for 'authentication'. Unabashedly herself, the black gelding was brought to a slower pace at the waving of a boy's hand. "That's it! There he is, I told you we would find him. God is good!"Right hand came away from the reigns as she crossed herself before waving back to him. "Edward, good day! Oh it does me well to see you are well, you'd left so quickly I was very worried." The priest had charged her to find a suitable parish family but faster than you could say 'Hail Mary' the child was gone again! She pulled back the light sanguine riding hood to reveal for once the blond tendrils stuffed in a fitting knit snood, a few pieces curling beside her face. "Miss, good day..are you his care-taker? Please you don't have to lower your head...really." (d)

Wilhemia

Mean cursed inwardly as the woman hailed Edward the boy grinned and bounced again . The curtsy was given and her head continued to remain bowed. " Missus.. Hello! "the boy piped up and grinned like a cheshire cat. His hand caughtMean's and gave her a little tug. " His Reverence says I be betterin with Mean.. ain't that so Mean? "He asked looking up at her. The small pleasant smile was plastered onto her face, nervous as the day was long. " Yes. He was kind to return to you my side. "She spoke very softly. There was only a small glimpse of her face as she looked up to the trio then back down again. "Forgive me, M'lady.. however I know my place among my betters. "She stated again in the quiet voice. <d


Lady Janice Viscreed

"Look at you, so pleased and happy! Oh that is just thrilling Edward. If Brother O'Corrain knows than he knows doesn't he, he is just the wisest man." The guards looked around as was their cause to do, always looking, always doublechecking that which was cheked before so nothing untorrid came to a charge. She swung her legs down from atop the Freesion so the boots landed on the earth. Beneath the red riding hood? A suitable dress of wool riding habit died the same shade as russet autumn leaves. "Well should it please you miss, look up! Why were it anyone else riding on this road we'd both be lowering ourselves and comparing the top of our feet." Babbling brook bounced and splashed around them. Now that the boy was found she'd have to converse - with them - up close. "Oh, oh yes, Edward you left something in your room at the Hall. I brought it with me should I see you." She looked over her shoulder to instruct a guard to bring it from her saddle bag. "How terrible of me...I didn't say my name. Pardon ,my name is Janice, Janice Viscreed." (d)

Wilhemia

The boy grinned and nodded. " Mean is going to teach me how to milk a cow.. but not the kind you eat.. cause well that would be weird to get milk from it then eat it later .. don't you think? "He blurted out as small children were often want to do. Mean offered only a faint smile, obviously nervous about this encounter. " Yes M'lady."She stated only as she lifted her chin a bit. The cropped blonde hair was tucked neatly away beneath the shawl, she only hoped neither of the guards were those that worked with her father , a few years back. " Mean.. " She offered with another tip of her head. "Oh and we're going seed gathering tomorrow.. do you want to go with us Missus? "The boy blurted out and got a small glance from Mean. " I am certain she has far more important things to do, Edward. Now please.. shush. "She spoke the latter part a bit more firmly. <d


Lady Janice Viscreed

"Is she now? Well that is important, you don't the milk cow, because growing boys need plenty of milk just as much as they need air! I think it's a very sensible idea edward, I am so happy to see you Miss Mena, and young Edward. Poor Delilah said he reminded her of her brothers, she misses him already!" Edward was cautioned to go silent to which Janice smiled at him, winked, and passed him his book after it was passed to her. "Mr. Edward, I have to arrange a few things, but, perhaps I might ride away to come see you not to long after if your Miss Mena allows? I would be ever so pleased Miss. Really, the country is beautiful, and peaceful. Living in the city so much one comes to miss some of how they were reared." The guard would not favor another jaunt out to ye olde farm for the sake of the mistress' kindness, but at least one of them grinned. Was a rare thing to see her become comfortable with any new soul having nothing to do with obnoxiously thick books. "Have you been within the country long? I am glad that you are, Brother O'Corrain mentioned some of the prior conditions and I instantly began to pray for you." (d)

Wilhemia

The smile remained but even Edward knew the glance that was given to him. Ohh..he'd get EARFULS of her thoughts upon the matter much later.. likely right before bed. "We shall be glad to have you M'lady. "She inclined her head. " I have been within Skye for sometime, however circumstances did not premit a life outside of the Underdark until recently.. we have taken up residence within one of the abandoned farms. "She explained softly. " His Reverence has been quite kind, and your prayers are most appreciated. "She folded her hands around the handle of the basket. <d


Lady Janice Viscreed

"Always, always shall you have them. I am glad that god is so expedient. I do hope, Miss Mena, that if you should require anything you still shan't hesitate to ask. There is a pride with making one's own way in the world and I would not deprive you of it, but the Lord sayeth to us love thy neighbor as thyself...oh this reminds me! Edward, Delilah had sewed you some shirts, and a pair or two of pants before you left, she bid me give them to you.Apparently she learned your measurements quite well during your great bath war." Delilah had emerged looking as if she'd battled a water serpent, or a watery Goliath (little boys could be fierce!) "The land is very pretty here, I hope I am not keeping you though..sometimes I do host long conversation." Something about Mena just made her wish to speak with her over-long on the world at large. Oh, why did no ladies favor the country, or moving about fields? If that were so she would have had friends years ago, they only cared for daisy chains or silly things of that sort. No appreciation for the masterwork that was growing things. Let us not discuss what was in their heads! For as much teasing as Janice endured, praise God, she wasn't vapid (d)

Wilhemia

The brow lifted as she regarded Edward with that stare.. and the innocent. ~ I didn't do it ~ smile came to life. She chuckled softly and nodded for him to go on ahead. " Would you care for a walk M'lady. I can assure the guards that the lands here are free from much wickness.. unless it is an occasional bee hive. "She promised softly with a faint smile. She turned her attention back to Janice to wait to hear her answer. Truthfully?
While Mean kept faithin God.. she had so very little use for a church. Which was something of a shock that she spoke with the priest as she did. But none of these people would know about it.. and she'd keep it that way. "May I ask, what was it that Edward left behind, M'lady? "She inquired as she canted her head slightly. Blissfully the guards had not shown any signs of recognizing her, so she'd speak a bit more. <d

Lady Janice Viscreed

"I should enjoy that, Miss. One can only appreciate the land from a distance for so long. Do not mind their presence, they seem overbaring but they really are good souls." Blue eyes peered back to the pair who indeed smiled down, one offering a weak, silly salute. The men whom Vance had found some years ago at least had humor, the house's stoic pattern infected many people. "He had left a book, Miss Mena, that he had come in with. It should some sketches but I did not linger upon the rest, it wasn't mind and seemed very precious. He was hugging it so tight. And the clothes Delilah made him. I suppose Brother diarmuid was just very motivated to return him to you. It was just so quick one could hardly blink, but I see why. God speaks to Brother O'Corrain, I believe." Saint's love manifested in her eyes as she came closer to Mena, hands clasped in radiant thought. (d)


Wilhemia

She lifted a brow , he had left the book.. Good Heavens! " I do hope that he was not burdensome with the book. "She inquired softly. The small shake of her head was given for the idea of the guards walking with them. " I fear I
did not get as far into teaching him Latin as I had hoped. "She spoke softly and merely gave Janice an odd expression with the fact of the Brother hearing God. " I suppose its possible. "She had to turn her gaze away. " The
Reverence was most kind to take him when I begged of him to. There are places within teh world that a child sees far too much.. I wished for better for Edward. "She spoke softly. That and the fact of not being able to feed him. Which was leading her to this dilima now.. as to how to feed them both. She began walking slowly, as not to wear the poor woman out beside her. <d


Brother Diarmuid O'Corrain

If the good brother had been privy to the Lady Viscreed's thoughts, it would but add the weight upon his shoulders. While some could claim to speak to God (and be spoken to return) and be considered prophets.... others, like many street preacher - such as the one who had harangued the crowds in regards to poisoned wells and Jewry - were rightly thought of as having taken leave from there sense. When they were truly touched by the hand of God, instead of finding their brows caressed by Lucifer's madness inducing hand? For all his charitable works in the name of God, what he saw and those who he met were slowly bringing the seed of doubt into his heart. As the good brother made his way back toward the city, he thought of the (Mea culpa, mea culpa, mae maxima culpa....) instead of God's wonder and grace displayed all about him. The good brother was upon his way back toward the city, after having ventured out to tend to a young man who - the previous day - had injured his ankle in the rough play of young boys. And the brother was so dressed, wearing at his side a leather satchel of his healing urgents and bandages. As was his custom, the good brother carried a led-filled waking stick with him. It would be the voices ahead that pulled him from the mediation of the Confiteor. There was a smile to the two women, "Hullo! Does the day find you blessed?" Words so different from his thoughts. (D)


Lady Janice Viscreed "Latin? With as much energy as he has even a little Latin learned is of great testament to you. That is quite an accomplishment in and of itself." God was gracious to a woman who had not sought the companionship of others but seemed to stumble upon it by accident. Latin speaker, greek appreciator in the forms of women who were unlikely, uncommon in a sense. She tilted her head as she looked to Edward with warmth, "Listen well to your instruction Edward, Latin will broaden the mind, and the amount of books." It was only this realm, she noticed, that utilized words in the venacular of the Celtic nations as well as the common English. The pace was increased in the woman by two steps as she observed something in the grass to be appreciated. Misplaced seemed the butterfly in a blossomless time, but many were the amounts of signs. A blessing from the road seemed appropriate as Diarmuid's summon caught attention. "Blessed indeed Brother O'Corrain, good day!" (d)


Wilhemia

She chuckled " it is not so hard.. there was little else to do. "She explained softly. The quiet steps walked then paused at the call from the Priest. She inclined her head low in respect as Edward waved at the man. " Good day, Reverence. "She spoke softly as Edward was about to say something but.. he had caught sight of a creek.. " Mean...can I go look for frogs? "He blurted out as she looked over and nodded. The whoop left the boy as he darted off toward the soft sound of water. <d


Brother Diarmuid O'Corrain

Brother Diarmuid could not help but laugh, watching as the young boy darted off in search of frogs. One wondered, would he use it terrify the more gentle and refined of Mena's friends? There was a smile and nod, "Then all is well, I trust?" If not, he would do what he could to set it right. It seemed that lived upon that concept: that what as wrong, must be put to right. And if it were true? Then he was slowly suffocating himself on that notion. (D)


Lady Janice Viscreed

"It seems well to me, Brother. Edward will be enjoying a life in the country suitable to such a boy with good Miss Mean, and now he has the book he left, and the clothes Delilah made for him prior to him leaving. How has your day been sir?" Who could separate a boy from nature? (d)


Wilhemia

She gave a small nod , letting the lady speak for them both. Her eyes slipped away from the Priest for a moment to eye a few of the plants close to them. The fall had ripened many of the plants to the point of seed which was far easier for her. She caught up her skirts in a hand as she stepped off the road..not far , perhaps a few feet as she began to carefully pull the fading blossom apart. The flower was brought to her nose as she grinned and promptly dropped into a crouch. from there she was tugging on the plant, unearthing the bulbs beneath. Well garlic wasn't a healing herb but it did certainly help with cooking. <d


Brother Diarmuid O'Corrain

Brother Diarmuid canted his head quietly, as Mena went off to claim a prize for her garden. There was a smile, "It finds me well enough..." He hesitated, before laughing softly, "I trust that Brother David led a satisfactory Sext?" As Brother Diarmuid had begun to become acquainted with the people of Turas Lan, his neophytes had found themselves with more and more task -- whether it was collecting alms for the poor or leading the faithful in observing the Holy Hours when Brother Diarmuid had been called away. "...I, myself, had ventured forth earlier. I wanted to check after a young man, to make sure that he was mending well." Fortunately, the young man had escaped his adventures with nothing more serious than a sprained ankle. There was little doubt that word of what had happened was spreading even now, and the chance arouse that there would be more that sought him out... especially if they numbered among those who could not afford the coin for a physician or wished to convalesce at home, instead of in the city's hospice. (D)

Wilhemia

She looked up at him as he spoke and chuckled softly as she carefully tucked the bulbs into the basket and returned to the dirt road. " It seems word of your kindness precedes you, Reverence. " She spoke up finally and stood to the side however. They were both of an elevated station , and she would keep her own politely below their own. <d


Brother Diarmuid O'Corrain

Brother Diarmuid nodded quietly, smiling, "So it seems." There was an arch of an eyebrow, to ask if she had heard of it as well. That he had formally introduced himself to the Queen was an added boon. (D)


Lady Janice Viscreed

"You left a good person to do your offices, though no one does them as you. It will take him some time to achieve the same..passion, for the ministration of it as you?" A neophyte was not the seasoned orator nor the bastian of ever-faith the elder held. The pair, already well acquainted, needed no additional introduction. It had been long, too long, since she'd witnessed the sun grow lazy in the country so she turned to look at it. Heavy, orange fire was slowly dipping to the west (d)


Wilhemia

The small hand lifted to half smother the smile that appeared on her face for the hero worship that seemed to seep from Janice's words. Before she could say thing at all.. the whoop was given from teh creek bed and the boy came running full tilt with his hands wrapped about something rather wet.. and large. " Lookit.. Lookit Mean.. I catched it. "He stated the eyes bright and hands filthy as the toad seemed less then thrilled by the patterning run. The young woman lifted a brow and canted her head. " So you did.. becareful how you hold him.. if he .. "She glanced to the others a moment. " relieves himself.. you'll get warts from it. "She warned him. The boy just grinned from ear to ear holding the toad up high for them to see his ah.. hard won prize. <d


Brother Diarmuid O'Corrain

There was a smile, as he said, "Then I shall try to reclaim my offices....although, Brother David does need to practice his skills." Hmm. Perhaps putting Brother David in such a position too soon was a misstep? Improvement might be had, if Brother David officiated the offices that only Brother Diarmuid and the other neophytes attended..... Perhaps slowly moving him to officiate at the Holy Hours that were observed by more? He could not help but smile, as Edward returned with his prize. "May I see?" Although he knew almost nothing about the creature Edward held before him, Brother Diarmuid studied it with all the scrutiny of a boy Edward's age could muster. Then he smiled, "Indeed, it looks a fair prize." (D)


Lady Janice Viscreed

Villany could come upon sweet bastians of life in more form than common thieves. A pack of men a'riding through in a wagon, heavy with pay and at want for ale decided to take their affairs to a tavern not far beyond the city walls for all things concerning ale and whores. As they passed by, the conversation had made the ears of Viscreed red tipped while she revealed nothing of it upon her face. Red could have been from the wind blown, for all they knew. things like "Oy, right then! I'm lookin to get m'paws on Lizzy again! "But I wanted Lizzy this time, teets be high, ass be firm, rest be sae used." Eyes surveyed the 'finery of the country' with aloud observation to follow "There be a pair o' treats, pity there be child there, och, a priest! Father good day, ye gaein tae confess 'em?"The nerve, the nerve! Her guards glared down the wagon pack which was enough to nudge one another to silence. "Blasted pity there is not bump in the road to knock sense in to such." She muttered. Was that now how men were, even at court? All that changed was the effect of the language to imply the self-same directive. This would be where being the likes of Monroe would be useful, no? (d)


Wilhemia

The little boy smirked and gave a little nod.. the fat toad just seemed so very unimpressed at being held and shown to everyone around it. The young woman lifted her head at the sounds of men approaching as her hand absently took Edward's shoulder and drew him closer to her. The conversation was only one of many the boy truly didn't need to hear..but such was life. The young woman's head ducked low, she kept her silence and a hand over Edward's ears.. the other pressed to her belly. The small shake of her head was given..she did what she could to bar such conversations to color the lad's thinking that men. true men acted that way. " No worries m'lady. I know the whore they speak of.. and let me put it in a delicate way.. they will need the healing hands of the hospice before too long. "She noted quietly. " It is a very find toad, Edward.. go put him back... " The boy looked at her with a soft gape of his mouth " but.. I wanted ta.. " She shook her head. " No.. go put it back. .there is no way upon this earth nor the heavens in which the Reverence teaches us.. is that thing coming into my house. "She stated firmly and turned the boy about. <d


Brother Diarmuid O'Corrain

Doubtless it would be an unexpected gesture by all, when Brother Diarmuid acted on the word that the villains had said. While the good brother had given way (stepping to the side of the road), it was not a great distance. In fact, closest villain would find it only an arm's span away! For Brother Diarmuid's hand shot out as quick a loosed arrow, catching hold of the bridle on the villain's mount. He sawed the bridle up and back, causing the horse to whiney and rear a touch - not so high as to throw the man, but enough to cause the horse to stop. Once the horse had put its feet again upon the earth, Brother Diarmuid kept firm hold of the bridle with one hand while stroking its nose in an effort to soothe it. His eyes, however, were hard as he looked up at the villain. "I do think, sir, that your words were ill chosen.... and give you now the chance to apologize to my companions. Your err is only compounded by your blasphemy...." (D)


Lady Janice Viscreed

The man who led the holy offices was not one to be pushed over. Janice stepped back a little as she listened to Mean's words, where a minute before she would have laughed in the instance after she was aghast. No trouble sought was none to contend with. Had the man's soul be so offended he could not 'turn the other cheek?' "Who the f--k be ye tae hold m'horse so? Here now let go, gae pray n' yer parish!" The man snarled, trying to wrestle the priest's hands as his friends in the cart ahead had ceased to move. The mare was an old sorrel creature, baring the burden of the bastard toward his untorrid delights. One of the guards moved to assist the good Reverance, showing steel glint and flintlock piece in his vest "Heard the good Brother, sir, 'pologize to the ladies. Gentle souls can't be hearin' such filfth." On the wagon they contended what to do. Go forth and let it be sorted, remain? Ah but there was one priest, two guards, and two more of them. Five to three, thems were good odds. Plus what harm could the little country treats do?"This will go no where well," She whispered to Mean. Call it habit, call it prior knowledge of how men's words turned the wrong way..but she began to filled with the golden piece holding the twisted hair above the snood in place. (d)


Lady Shaden Aramoire

Late afternoon was a glorious time in the fall, orange and golden leaves played like children in the afternoon breeze, tinted all the more golden by the tilt of the sun against the earth celedon sky.. glorious was something that also described the sight that traveled the road from Turas Lan to the outskirts of town toward the rumored den of inquity that had get to open to the public, how many rumors, of decadant things and actions had flooded the realm.. La Grande Lily.. a place of mystery secrets.. and glorious beauty.. much like it's Madam.. the firey headed Shaden Aramoire.. who even now cantered in perfection down the same said road. leaving t Turas Lan Proper and out into the country side.. upon a snow white Lippazan Stallion, a present from her husband, Artic was the beasts name, she rode, dark blue riding habit proportioned perfectly to her form, another Jean Clude creation no doubt.. a pin of gold and diamonds in the shape of a lily upon her lapel, she was a sight to see.. Behind her a set of gaurds, 4 by number to be seen, but one could not discount the rumors that the Lady herself.. had been more that once involved in scandlous activity of the rather.. violent kind... was it not still whispered she was a Witch... the Flame of Windmill hill... oh what Memories (d)


Wilhemia

Mean was standing there quietly, as the Priest caught the horse, she looked to Edward who had stopped and stared.. " Go."She stated softly and moved with a simple step to place herself between the roughnecks and the Lady herself. While not a guard.. nor the priest in her training.. there was a great deal the country girl had learned. If it indeed came down to that. The five slowly closing in brought her attention away for a moment while her hands shifted the shawl a bit further forward. Yet even as they came closer her attention moved to the wagon load of men. The basket brought up closer and her hand slipped within the plants and berries.. within it. A small knife but truly a blade needed only to be four inches to inflict the proper amount of damage. What? Thank Augusta for that sort of information. <d


Brother Diarmuid O'Corrain

"But this is my parish, sir," the good brother's voice was cool and calm, "For the workings of the God can be found all about us. And you, sir, are to be of my flock. For you are of God's creation." Brother Dia his hands, to get them away from the villain's hands. "Once more, sir, I call upon you to make amends for your words.....do but that and you shall be on your way once more." The situation turned to fast for the good brother's like. These men proved themselves outside the love of God, if they would so openly advance upon a priest in so hostile a manner! And one need only look to the Old Testament to see that God often punished those who broke His law most severely. It seemed as though, in this instance, He had selected a mortal as His instrument of justice. Brother Diarmuid would first glance to the wagon load of men who advanced so openly, then to the other party approaching from behind. Was it that moment, that the villain decided it was time to act? The mounted rider swung his hand in a blow, seeming to inflect a hit upon Brother Diarmuid - taken upon the good brother's shoulder. The villain would then learn a harsh lesson: do not fight one who knows the workings of the body. Brother Diarmuid grabbed villain's wrist, digging his thumb deep into the man's flesh behind his the heel of the hand. Brother Dairmuid's other arm, shot up and grab the man by the upper portion of his arm, fingers digging in to the bundle of nerves that between neck and shoulder. And with a swift gesture, the good frair pulled the villain from his horse and into the earth! (D)


Lady Janice Viscreed

"Listen to your mistress Edward, get inside." She whispered sternly to him, the unseeming bauble in hand could provide an unwelcome bite if it came to that. "Dear heavens.." she whispered in quiet wonder as the Friar proved that his vows to God included martial ones as well as the spiritual. The guard nearest him lifted his brow in impression, scotting his horse back to allow the man more room as he came on the returned wagon of men who hadn't expected their mate to be 'God-smacked' as it were. "Wot ya doin tae Charlie eh? Wot ya doin!?" The guard laughed, "Funny, m'name's Charlie too. Hate it when pricks have m'name." He reached his hand over the cart as to sock the man hard enough to bring the sickening sound of 'CRACK' to life "He broke me nose? Ye gonna let 'em get away with that?" Now it would be a better even skirmish, given one man was on the ground, another was without his nose being whole.Her hose had been released of reigns by the other guard, so the creature came to her keeping. What a sight for Aramoire hmm? It would be the one thing to compete with a woman, a skirmish of country men in the middle of her pleasure jaunt, and wasn't that the Laurence Hall's token bookworm? Hmm, it must mean she and Julian were indeed back from Spain (d)


Lady Shaden Aramoire

One Guard down, one bloody nose.. that left what five or six still muddling around in some kind of pact mentality . Glacial green hues trained on the strangers, then lighted on indeed.. Master Laurence's bookworm.. knowing MasterLaurences' penchant for trouble.. it would be correctly surmised that delivering said bookworm from such trouble might be a boon, to which one day might be repaid.. of course things of this nature always crossed the Entrepenural mind of Aramoire.. but then so did the fact that it seemed to be a group of well.. innocents being attacked by bullies.. and that would not do. " Engage them.. and see no harm comes to the women or the child " her voice was soft but full of command.. what a odd thing for such a petite and delicate looking creature.. it would be then that a third villan, jumped from the wagon , dagger in hand to attack the friar... and odd look would cross his face as he turned in the direction of the delicate flower... known as Shaden Aramoire.. a trickle of blood bubbling from his lips.. " Whore " spat before falling before the friar, a crossbow bolt thru his back and into his heart.. the trejectory quite clear followed by the friars eyes back to the hands of the Aramoire as her horse walked foreward with menecing flash of hooves.. " You would think one's last words would be more Poingnent " her nose wrinkled with distaste, as she moved on toward the bookworm " Mistress Janice.. what mess you have found yourself in now " she winked at the girl.. then her horse reared as it seemed the Friar, and her gaurds were handling the others with aplomb (D)


Wilhemia

Mean merely watched it all in silence. Continuing to stand between Janice and the men as they beat the crap out of each other. After living in the tunnels..this wasn't nearly the shock that it would have been a few years before. Edward however had let go of the toad and moved up behind Mean, his small muddy hands clutched at the back of her skirts as she continued to watch it all so very impassively. The guards and priest , along with the lady upon the horse seemed to have most of it well in hand. No real need to get involved. <d


Brother Diarmuid O'Corrain

What response did Brother Diarmuid give, when asked what he did to the first villains? "I teach him humility!" And so succinctly put! There was little doubting that Brother Diarmuid's vows unto God included ones that were both marital and merciful... For he was of the Knights Hosptialler. There was an oath shouted, as he felt something tug at the back of his habit. As he turned to face the threat - and bending Charlie's arm in such away that the elbow joint protested to go - he saw another of the thugs. Dead there, upon the street. He looked up at the woman, a curt nod. Then he looked back. With his hands and his blade, Charles had laid into them as well. And in Vincent, he saw a man posses of keen speed and restraint! Vincent moved far too fast for a hit to land, using the butt of his pistol as a cudgel. Brother Diarmuid looked back at the dead thug, then at the ones that the guards even now subdued. Then he bellowed, "ENOUGH! Put down your arms! Enough blood has been shed!" There was a pause, "DO AS I SAY!" As he moved, it would be revealed to the Lady Viscreed and Mean a disturbing sight. There was a slash that ran diagonally up the good friar's back, opening a tear in the habit. But it was not bloody... for it revealed glistening mail beneath. (D)


Lady Janice Viscreed

Ever so gently, Janice came 'round the side of Mean. Silent thanks were offered for the gesture, though the golden ornament slid back in her hair caught a bit of the setting sun as if to suggest the flower that bloomed from the convent girl who entered the island at sixteen developed suitable thorns by her twenty-first year to remain alive of her own recognisance. The guards of Aramoire were a blessing to put down the cart filled with bastards, but the guards of Laurence Hall,..more of the Ebony Order, proved why they were there. For every hit man avoided two were landed by them on another body. "No trouble, Lady Aramoire, it is a matter of men on the classic debate of how to address a women. Excuse me Mistress Mena." She touched the country woman's shoulder before being the last word that truly stilled the ire in the men "Hold, your religious master tells you so! As do I, Charles, Vincent. Why not escort the cart, Vincent, of the dead and remaining living to the local reeve to sort out with one of the Lady's guards, if she will spare one. Brother O'Corrain are you well? Chivalry will be added surely to your list of many gracious qualities.." She gently went to inspect the cut upon his back, no blood, thank goodness. "It is done now..thank you." This she meant as she canted her head to the others in the same expression before turning to Shaden, " "It seems the good Brother now wishes to turn the other cheek. It is good to see you again Lady Aramoire, though it has been a long while." When was the last Shaden had seen of Laurence's 'bookworm?' Glimpsesof a girl who passed from site only to become a woman before an eye could blink. "I surrendered the title of Mistress for Lady at the King's instance." She chuckled softly of an old development. The one suitable thing to come from Marius. He wanted advancement so he pushed her forward, only she got it, not him. "Lady Aramoire, Mistress Mena, her ward young Edward, and Brother O'Corrain, the spiritual master of Madame Laurence's household. (d)


Lady Shaden Aramoire

"Of Course... My Guards are at your Disposal Lady Janice " indeed the snip of a girl had probably learned quite a lot at the hem of Master Laurences, sharp skirts.. Her chin nodded to send one of her gaurds... Gerrade.. to help see the dasterdly bunch off ( my bad dam enter button!) to the local athouritys A brow cokeed at the news of the Surrender of title.. oh there was a story there to be sure.. and one that Shaden would relish hearing "Mistress Mena... Edward ... " her chin nodded to the woman a kind warm smile playing upon porceline features that looked almost like that of a doll.. in their perfection.. before her head canted soflty toward the child, indee Shaden always had such a tender spot for children.. " I have a son close to your age.. perhaps you can come play sometime when we move into the Lake house.. just down the road there.. in a few weeks?" she offered the little one with the muddy hands and some sort of creature behind the womans skirts.. " And Brother O Corrain.. very pleased to meet you... Shaden Aramoire... " her hand was held out toward the brother as a look of scandle crept over her remaining guards face.. indeed the most Infamous Madam in the Land was about to shake hands with a Preist.. they looked heavenward for signs of lightening(d)


Wilhemia

The little boy didn't' so much as move when Mean offered a polite curtsy to the lady. "Well met M'lady. "She spoke softly. The little boy peeked up for a moment. " Yes ma'am. "he answered softly as Mean sighed softly and turned. The mail was seen beneath the clothing of the Priest, while unusual.. she had assumed something simular when it came to the man carrying weaponry within the Underdark. She gently took the boy's hands within her own and spoke softly to him. As much as she had tried to hide him from such violence.. it was an occurrence that happened fairly often there. The boy looked at her and slid the skinny arms around her neck as she rose with him in her arms.. the basket had been slid up an arm as not to loose it while carrying him. " I do hope that you will forgive me..but it is best that Edward and I made out way back to the cottage. "She spoke softly. <d


Brother Diarmuid O'Corrain

Brother Dairmuid started, looking at the Lady Viscreed. "What?" For he had felt a touch at his back, when he looked over his shoulder? He saw the gash in the back of his habit. "Damn...." There was a sigh, "It looks as though I shall be called upon to take up needle and thread...and give my thanks to Lady St. Laurence for her kindness." Gently, he pulled the habit toward his front a bit more as he regarded the rent fabric in the back. There was a shake of his head. Such violence called down because a man was fool enough with his words. When Mean announced her departure, he nodded. Then said, made a soft gesture to Charles. There was a murmured, "Attend the Lady Mean home?" Although gently asked, there was no mistaking it as an order. Then he would addressed those who still drew breath, "It shall please you, no doubt, to know that penance is required of those who raise a hand in anger against a man of God...." There was an inclined of his head to Vincent, a smile given as the cue. No doubt that Vincent would begin relieving the men of their coin purses. There were those more deserving of it in Turas Lan's poor quarter and within the bowls of the Underdark. To Charlie, he said, "And you, sir, are most kind to give your mount unto the Order of Saint John of Jerusalem." No doubt there were many reluctant 'Of course, Father' and other such sentiments of being glad to give to the Church. Then he would, indeed , take the hand of the Lady Aramoire. "Blessed day, to you, milady..." (D)


Lady Janice Viscreed

"The Lady Aramoire is of good relations with the household, sir, The master and she have done business in the past." Subtle words paid with a cant of head, discreet, as if to look to see if indeed he was well. A trick that was not obvious enough outward to show to Aramoire but for Diarmuid so he could begin to fathom connections as time went by. As Mean took her leave she bade Edward good eve with a wave of her hand, a silent promise for tomorrow. Tomorrow here, after today? What was a cart of ill-mannered thugs compared to Espana? A story indeed to be told one day, who knows it might even occur on the eve. "Your habit, sir I am sorry you had to lose such a thing on such a matter. Please, bother no one on the issue as I will happily sew it for you, and see you have two more made identical. Think nothing of it, it is a thanks to you and a service to God to do so on your behalf." Her needle was a nun's needle her hands the quick hands of her father. "Where were you headed Lady Aramoire?" (d)


Lady Shaden Aramoire

"To oversee the last of the moving of some furniture into the New Lily.. it's quite a thing of wonder, My family and I should be moving into the lakehouse next week.. " she smiled.. and looked down at the father " If I may offer you refreshment there.. and rest.. to tend to any... wounds that your men may have aquired?" she offered to the little group.... " Perhaps dinner, and accomadations for the night , as.. there are yet any Lily's living there.. it would be quite.. acceptable I think.. for the Father.. " her cheeks blushed prettily, as she knew offering a Priest time inside a house of passion was perhaps not the most common thing, but who said hosipitality was only for the meek?(d)


Brother Diarmuid O'Corrain

There was a smile, an incline of his head, "I thank you for your kindness, Lady Aramoire...." Indeed, he understood the implications in the Lady Aramoire having served the Lady St. Laurence in someway. To his thinking, that did make her an honored member of the house. There was a moment's thought, before he said, "I shall accept your invitation... but beg of you humble accommodations? For I maintain a vow of poverty." Which went to great lengths to explain why only now could he count a horse to his name, for he had traveled mostly with a bed roll, his habit, his pouch of medical supplies, and a (lead-filled) walking stick. There was a warm smile, as he inclined his head to the Lady Viscreed, "It is but sack cloth, milady, I count it a greater blessing that none of my companions were harmed." There was a smile, "And, I too, will accept your offer and give thanks for your kindness." (D)

Lady Janice Viscreed

"It is still a sign of your holy office, and sacred as such. You are welcome sir." The Lady Viscreed, it was strange how she alternated between the two names of past and present. Viscreed, DeBrabant. It'd changed again but the world lay ignorant as to rhyme or reason. An offer was laid that made a Madame's face blush and a man talk of his poor vows. What did she to add? "Thank you m'lady, if it is the Father's will I will follow but only for a little, as kind as your offer to remain the night is, I can not. I am being waited for." To allude to many things or differing things. Whatever one a woman desired to think while exposing nothing yet the reason burned bright against her heart, under the riding habit in the form of a silver sparrow (d)


Lady Shaden Aramoire

"The Please Do Follow " she nodded at both her companions now.. and their gaurds.. heading down the road some few miles away, where the land turned verdant and cool with the oncoming night, oaks ancient and proud gaurded the gates of wrought iron painted gold, already hints of the decadent laviishness that would appear behind said gates, gilded with liliy's upon their scrollwork.. Down the cobblestoned drive, and around a curve.. where in golden spendor, rosesome four stories, limestone fairytale castle of old bathed in the last golden rays of autumnal sun.. " La Grande Lily " she pronuouce, as a livereid groomsman came forth to take their horses.. and another to open the fabled golden doors of the place... (d)


Brother Diarmuid O'Corrain

Oh dear. Brother Diarmuid frowned. Not due to the nature of La Grande Lily, but for how ostentatious it appeared. ...Perhaps following the groomsmen to the stables would be best? It certainly would not be the last time he had slept in them -- and likely was not the first time either! (D)


Lady Janice Viscreed

"My heavens it is quite lovely, my Lady." La Petite Lily was left in the growing shadow of the castle that would make every decadent dream a reality for infinite numbers of individuals with the coin to see it turned over to be handed a pretty body. No one lived here yet, but she already could hear their laughter, having sait in the Petite Lily for some years if her Master had come to call or if books needed an additional hand. It had been a servicable waysaying thank you with no words, such services. She had had her fill of castles for a time, of fairy tales fallen to pieces yet this one seemed solid enough. "Your vow of poverty shan't be offended if you stand or sit in it for a time, would it brother?" Smiled a once nun's ward to a priest (d)