Post by Wilhemia on Nov 10, 2010 16:12:39 GMT -6
The novice that was seated acrossed from the Cardinal offered softly a tour of the beautiful lands outside the carriage. pointing to this and that, giving a brief history of all they passed. The man simply stared at him, rarely glancing out the window at all. He had much on his mind. The Lady Clarmae was here.. which was unusual, he had been one of the few that had spoken with her, hoping to entice her into the employ of the church. How remarkable that she had come to place her mark upon the lands here.
Five years too late, it seemed to add such a delicate rose to the collection he kept. However, not entirely at a loss. Surely this too could be worked to his advantage as most things were. One merely needed to know how to color the details to allow the light of God.. or well his needs to show through them. Making people wish to help?
" We are coming up on the farm, your Eminence. " the voice came through and cut the thoughts away as he gave a small nod. The soft kid gloves wrapped about the large soft hands as he lifted a brow to the rugged land and the veiw of so many women moving about. He didn't hide the small sneer on his face as he spied the one he sought. She had not changed much in the time she had made her declaration refusing the tasks set upon her by God.
The women were busy with the shovels and moving away the excess soil while the boys were packing it along the sides , that the stones would be place to reenforce the walls of the bigger house. The carriage as it turned into the long path toward the construction. Mena lifted a hand to brush a forearm across her bow. The frown touched her face as she recognized the carriage, it was the churches own.
" Pardon me. "She stated to one of the other woman and set off to meet the carriage. The others looked and watched, as women were want to do. She cleaned her hands on the apron she wore before they folded across her chest. The door opened and the novice stepped out first. Soon to follow was a man she had prayed to have never see again.
He looked around with a neutral expression before the dark eyes turned and settled upon the grim expression of the girl herself. He smirked and offered out his hand as she looked at it then back up to him.
" What are you doing here? "She asked quietly. The novice seemed a bit taken back as he started to chastise Mena. Her eyes cut toward him as she lifted a brow. " You may wait in the carriage. "She stated coldly then looked back to Hortense. "Well? "
Hortense couldn't help but admire the fire within this one, so much like her Mother. though where her mother had been needy and spoiled, Wilhemia was stronger then that. A good whip would break her,, if applied correctly. But there were some mares that once broken were useless. Leaving the fire.. and whoa ho.. look out!
" What a quaint place you have decided upon, Wilhemia. " he stated looking around and lowered his hand back to his side. Ignoring the insult not only to him, but to God.
" My father believed it a good place to live. I find had I remained a faithful daughter, his life would not have ended so quickly. " She stated crisply.
" Indeed.. Odyses was a good man. Righteous in his anger and followed his honor to the grave. " he stated in an distant tone. " Come girl, walk with me. There are matters to discuss.. and I do not believe it would be in the best interest of either of us done within ears. " he stated quietly.
Mena looked at him for a long moment then gave a small nod. She turned and set off away from the cottage and the others. The Cardinal turned, with a swirl of the red robes to walk at her side.
" I am not returning . " She stated quietly.
" Nor would I ask you to. It is not your place. " he stated and lifted a hand to ward off her words before she could say more. " You are not your mother, you lack her elegance and refinement. Ah.. the bull in the china shop.. I believe the reference was. " he pointed out.
She couldn't help the vague smile, had she caused an uproar? As much as she could possibly without being tossed in jail.. and that was only because of Augusta's influences.
" No I am here to deliver your 'fathers' salary. His most Holy would not allow his daughter to go without being taken care of. " he spoke softly knowing the conversation could not be overheard. Must not be overheard.
" I do not want HIS money. " She blurted out as she gasped as Hortense grasped her arms and gave her a jerking shake.
" Stop being an idiot. You will take it.. what you do with it, is your own business. However , as a man it is all he can do to atone for what has happened. You do not understand the politics and what ruin it would bring not only His Holiness but the church herself. " He hissed into her face.
Mena stared at him suprirsed then with a glare she jerked herself away from his grasp. Only because he allowed it. That she knew to be fact. " Why? To atone for his guilt? for throwing away my mother.. refusing to even look upon his own child? What his coin will do... " She fell silent and looked away.
He watched her for several minutes then removed the purse from within the robes and offered it out to her. With her ignoring his hand he simply dropped it into the mire. " You are a disappointment Wilhemia. I would have thought Odyses raised you better. " he sneered and turned about. he gave a nod to the novice as the lad scampered to open the the carriage door. He did not spare a look back as he climbed back up into the carriage.
He looked forward now to speaking with Clarmae, perhaps for a few hours, then returning to the ship. he would sooner weather the winter storms then remain in this place.
Five years too late, it seemed to add such a delicate rose to the collection he kept. However, not entirely at a loss. Surely this too could be worked to his advantage as most things were. One merely needed to know how to color the details to allow the light of God.. or well his needs to show through them. Making people wish to help?
" We are coming up on the farm, your Eminence. " the voice came through and cut the thoughts away as he gave a small nod. The soft kid gloves wrapped about the large soft hands as he lifted a brow to the rugged land and the veiw of so many women moving about. He didn't hide the small sneer on his face as he spied the one he sought. She had not changed much in the time she had made her declaration refusing the tasks set upon her by God.
The women were busy with the shovels and moving away the excess soil while the boys were packing it along the sides , that the stones would be place to reenforce the walls of the bigger house. The carriage as it turned into the long path toward the construction. Mena lifted a hand to brush a forearm across her bow. The frown touched her face as she recognized the carriage, it was the churches own.
" Pardon me. "She stated to one of the other woman and set off to meet the carriage. The others looked and watched, as women were want to do. She cleaned her hands on the apron she wore before they folded across her chest. The door opened and the novice stepped out first. Soon to follow was a man she had prayed to have never see again.
He looked around with a neutral expression before the dark eyes turned and settled upon the grim expression of the girl herself. He smirked and offered out his hand as she looked at it then back up to him.
" What are you doing here? "She asked quietly. The novice seemed a bit taken back as he started to chastise Mena. Her eyes cut toward him as she lifted a brow. " You may wait in the carriage. "She stated coldly then looked back to Hortense. "Well? "
Hortense couldn't help but admire the fire within this one, so much like her Mother. though where her mother had been needy and spoiled, Wilhemia was stronger then that. A good whip would break her,, if applied correctly. But there were some mares that once broken were useless. Leaving the fire.. and whoa ho.. look out!
" What a quaint place you have decided upon, Wilhemia. " he stated looking around and lowered his hand back to his side. Ignoring the insult not only to him, but to God.
" My father believed it a good place to live. I find had I remained a faithful daughter, his life would not have ended so quickly. " She stated crisply.
" Indeed.. Odyses was a good man. Righteous in his anger and followed his honor to the grave. " he stated in an distant tone. " Come girl, walk with me. There are matters to discuss.. and I do not believe it would be in the best interest of either of us done within ears. " he stated quietly.
Mena looked at him for a long moment then gave a small nod. She turned and set off away from the cottage and the others. The Cardinal turned, with a swirl of the red robes to walk at her side.
" I am not returning . " She stated quietly.
" Nor would I ask you to. It is not your place. " he stated and lifted a hand to ward off her words before she could say more. " You are not your mother, you lack her elegance and refinement. Ah.. the bull in the china shop.. I believe the reference was. " he pointed out.
She couldn't help the vague smile, had she caused an uproar? As much as she could possibly without being tossed in jail.. and that was only because of Augusta's influences.
" No I am here to deliver your 'fathers' salary. His most Holy would not allow his daughter to go without being taken care of. " he spoke softly knowing the conversation could not be overheard. Must not be overheard.
" I do not want HIS money. " She blurted out as she gasped as Hortense grasped her arms and gave her a jerking shake.
" Stop being an idiot. You will take it.. what you do with it, is your own business. However , as a man it is all he can do to atone for what has happened. You do not understand the politics and what ruin it would bring not only His Holiness but the church herself. " He hissed into her face.
Mena stared at him suprirsed then with a glare she jerked herself away from his grasp. Only because he allowed it. That she knew to be fact. " Why? To atone for his guilt? for throwing away my mother.. refusing to even look upon his own child? What his coin will do... " She fell silent and looked away.
He watched her for several minutes then removed the purse from within the robes and offered it out to her. With her ignoring his hand he simply dropped it into the mire. " You are a disappointment Wilhemia. I would have thought Odyses raised you better. " he sneered and turned about. he gave a nod to the novice as the lad scampered to open the the carriage door. He did not spare a look back as he climbed back up into the carriage.
He looked forward now to speaking with Clarmae, perhaps for a few hours, then returning to the ship. he would sooner weather the winter storms then remain in this place.
A humble heart filled with regret, yet honorbound by a code written only within my father's eyes.