Post by Queen Beathag Aberdeen on Nov 10, 2008 15:45:11 GMT -6
Beathag: The late night was prophetic; a fortune teller couldn't have divined better the arrival of the Illusionist and the fact that the thick-head of the Duchess saw easily behind the guilded screen. Talk of battles in clandestine corners and the tensions of the day mixed easy with the cider, ale, and supper from the Lord's tables. Beathag had told Liliana , "We will awake to a new day," and indeed, they had. It was far into the afternoon of that day, the sun lazily retardent with light. It would set early, so with the advantage of the day she took it as a sign to bring advantage of information to her husband. "Ahdam," her lit was gentle, her tone important as she leaned against the lintle post of a santuary adopted from an old sitting place, "Wot are ye about m'heart?" (d)
Adam: Adam sat at the desk of the library reading scripts from the days of Wallace and the Bruce... Someone years ago, had transcribed his speech at Stirling... It had been nearly thrity years since th at spring day... "Defiance of tyranny..." he reads... "Aye, fight and yae may die... Run and yae may die..." He wipes his eyes... "Will yae be willin' tae trade that day... for this...." and he chokes... "Will yae fight faer freedom..." then he sits eret as if achild had been caught with a hand in the proverbial cookie jar... "Nutin' lass... and wot yaer yae doin'" :::::
Beathag: "Watchin' m'husband n' Lord's heart ache n' him, tryin' tae hide it." She crossed her fingers together, one feeding towards the other before pulling them taut to lock the hold. Beathag took her steps close enough to him so that the words he read touched her eyes like his voice had touched her ears. "If one fergets, then m'lord will be the one tae remind them. We were children then, but we are nay now. Wot power ye have, ye use well. Ah say this as a wife, and as your Harper." She knelt beside him, putting a hand on his knee. The silence soaked in long enough for the sounds of breath to become poignant, carrying emotion, rising costs. "Master Sorschal n' I spoke yestereve a vera long time..n' he has agreed tae take the posistion o' a counselor tae gae tae Rasaay with Kendrew. There will beh another tae gae with them.....Countess St. Laurence, o' Avaria. She will be comin' 'ere, at once tae aid, and as somewot o' one fleein' the topplin' o' the higher civilized with nay want tae lose 'er necks. We will be doubly prepared, but he advised me o' a truth..we already knew when we were committed tae this venture. Wot we risk in the retrieval o' Dmitri n' Wilhemia is a cost tha' will be paid vera heavily." Her hand smoothed over his breeches, across the tunic to free it from wrinkles. "Wot would ye have your lady dae, m'lord?" (d)
Adam: And as she knealt, his hand interlocked some of the golden hair... playing with it.... "Ah try luv... ah truly try..." his silence soaks in her words... "Then yae knaew wot has occurred in our own capital...? Ah canae 'ave this 'ere... and Alendral and Clara Mae is welcomed... tis been along time since seeing that steel witch..." he smirks... "Lass... yae dae wot is required everyday... and that bae luve mae... nae matter wot..." then he chuckles... "Baet yae bet'r wath where yae hand gaes, less more bae taken..." ::::
Beathag:"Anxious to tie fast another bairin within mah lord afore the first is born?" She grinned and while doing so coaxed up the wrinkles at the side of her eyes. Kissing the hands she touched, she looked up at him, "Then more it shall be done. But as your Harper..are there words ye would have me write for ye, anythin' to rouse the people or things to say pon m'ventures to keep the flame strong in the heart of them? Tae long at times 'ave Ah gone against ye. Now I wish more than anythin' tae please ye, tae keep our hearth warm, n' tha' our people." She stood, and sat on the arm of his chair, kissing his forehead softly. "The fire's gone tae cold in places like Raasay, in the corners where we 'ave nay looked. " (d)
Adam: Pulling her into his lap... "Lass, Ah'd fire yaer belly with the practice of having bairins, yae may ask mae to put it on hold..." he smirks... "Naew as mae Harper... play loud... sing heartily the praise of freedom..." he pushes the book of Wallace aside... "The man resounded freedom like a sword... and if'en Ah dun 'ave the words... Ah 'ave mae Harper..." his hand caresses her sides... and thefree hand rubs her belly lightly... sea-green eyes rove about her, stopping at her green orbs... "Tis agin mae that makes us strong... Fire and Iron lass... Ignia Ferroque... "He quotes his Latin... "Fire shall rise upon Raasay... and nae just in the hearths..." eyes narrow... then he takes her hand and kisses the back of it... paying special attention to the scars, then presses the hand to his cheek.::::
Beathag: "Then I will sing songs n' tell tales until there are none left tae tell. It is the fire o' the heart, tae inspire...tae condemn the emeny tha' is my place now. Yours is the wrath of the iron. " The scars showed well today. The maids would need to take her hands to soften them as they once had, still hard from the toils of Aberdeen. "The White Hound has been changed, sittin' content at the feet o' the master, the gates have others now before them. M'temper, m'flare, may gae tae better things." She cupped a hand against his face, saying softly ,"When war comes again, Ah want someone o' our chosin' tae carry m'axe. In tha', Ah will gae with them, and in the words they will here. (d)
Adam: Turning her hand, he kisses the inside of it... "Nae one shall ever carry yaer axe... it hangs upon the hearth... But others shall carry out the task... just as yaers bae tae fire the hearth and the soul... sing loud lass... for that and they harp bae yaer weapon naew... Ah shall guide this land... and fight if'en Ah must... but Ah plan mae sword to wield from 'ere..." he smiles... "The Green Knight is retired... the Gryphon flies ahead of an army... and Ah at the lead of a naew nation stands here... baet know this woman... should they need the Griffin tae lead... lead Ah shall..." He rubs her belly again... "Baet Mae fight is 'ere..." ::::
Beathag: "Ne'er again shall the axe sing on the hills, down in the moors. No more tae echo in the glen tha' death awaits." Her eyes narrowed to the point of being miles from him to see a place where the axe lay down, silent, for many, many years. Opening the full extent of emerald sight once more she said, "M'heart knows a piece in tha'." The axe. It had neary gone to Robert Bruce. It had tried to live in other halls, and once, she considered surrendering it to the ocean. Instead it would be a reminder that the magnitude of devotion to a cause could be matched by the need to avenge. That love and hate could make the same song on the same instrument, but in time one must win over the other. "Indeed. It knows peace...yet...tae know you are here..is more." The wife released a sign of relief as she felt his hand hold the life they made together, "It has been nearin' the year's marker o' when the borders called for blood n' in the name o' wot King we both served you had tae leave. Ne'er had I cried, nor grew so ill for fear, wantin', n' loathin' o' man's vices than tha' time. There has ne'er been one tha' has been so loved as Ah love you. " She pressed their foreheads together, "Tha' was the first time though ye made me sae proud, liftin' the Griffin..our Griffin, sae high tha' the gold caught fire in the sun. N' Ah came in the array o' a woman for you. N' Ah shed tear for you, n' prayed for you. If such times would e'er come again this time i would not grow sick in anguish but remain proud, vigilent for yer return. If the field calls ye hence one more time, the Griffin will be at the front o' his armies..n' if it does not, you are still a mighty hand. Many things shall be marked in this season. Our passin' time, the time we fled, n' the day we met our destiny's. Mah Adam. Mah precious Adam." (d)
Adam: Smiling, Adam pulled his beloved wife to him, his lips barely touched hers, for a few times, he prepared herself to be kissed, but he held back... then he smirked and kissed her fully... Even the most passionate of kisses must end... and end it did, with a sigh... and he whispered... "Yae mae luv... always in mae heart... time is passed... our swinging axe and sword is over... especially yers... baet..." then he looked down... "Ah 'ave one more battle tae fight face tae face..." then he looked at her:::::
Beathag: "Eighteen years n' more is long enough for any, n' far too long for a woman." The anticipation, the expectation..she giggled like a girl, grinned like a child about to receive a gift before he pulled her in for what his want was hinting at. Fingers were lost in the curls of his hair, moved along his arms before the end. When his face turned down, she picked it up again, "Ah know, n' neither the end o' a sword's time nor the want o' a man tae ne'e rleave the side of his bride can end tha'. But it must be done. N' ye will prevail. He is nay father o' yours, only a man who's vileness spurned one good thing, n' tha' was for the sweet womb it laid in. " She looked to the fire that burned steadfast to ward the chill away from stone walls. "The Bull must face the Griffin." (d)
Adam: Leaning a bit to the desk, he slides the opened missives... "These are the preparations faer winter... and Kendrew has agreed to deliver them faer mae..." then he looked at her... "Ah swear 'pon mae unborn child... bae spring's end... Skye will bae free... ev'n if Ah have tae fight the wh'le waerld... " the Scot accent spewed forth... "Mae child will bae born free Ah knaew... but in peace Ah pray tae wote'r god listens..." then he mimicked her final words... "The Griffin must face the Bull..." ::::
Beathag:"Yer child is free, Ahdam. It was made in freedom ,twill live in freedom..all o' our children shall have this. Aodhan already does. We can nay change the scope o' the world entire, but the world by which we be livin' n' where? Wot wonders ye've done." She looked to the missives he withdrew and nodded, "Ye 'ave done wonders, to inspire the diligence, if nay the love, of such men. He is worthy o' his title n' name, Sir Campbell, a Lord n' his own right. He is the Guardian indeed. 'Ave ye told him, o' the order of the knighthood, bein' 'is tae command? Mayhaps tis one o' the latter thing, n/' the last, for 'im tae know in his state. Ah would share somethin' with ye.." She drew from her belt of things, a wive's companions such as keys and the ilk, a pouch that had something pulled from his clothing while he was being recovered from the sea. "He was given a boar, a campbell boar. N' there was a missive come tae meh nay far after. They wish tae put him forth in the election fer tanist, if nay chieftain, o' the Campbells in the west-fold o' Skye, or New Alba as they wrote it.." (D)
Adam: Adam glanced down at her hand... and smiled... "Tis goot faer the old goat... he's lived a ripe old age and needs tae live wit his wife... Tis wot Ah got 'im deleivering missives, tae keep 'im busy... but Cheiftain... e'vn Tanist 'll keep 'im busy..." he smiles... "Ah'll endorse it, if'en t'will bae any use..." he looks down... "Baet... Ah'll miss his council... and his loyalty..." :::::
Beathag: "Well, ye see th'a is the rub. M'thinks they will be quite indigniant tae learn the man won't be gaein' anywhere. Och, he beh nearin' his thirty n' nine year ye k know..in earnest, in a few days. Somehow, iffn all this comes tae bare, we may see a drove o' Campbells come tae Turas Lan. Man stood there with Brom all o' last night while Ah spoke with Sorschal. M'thinks he does nay wish tae gae where his friends be nay. He needs friends as much as he needed his spry, good young bride." She nodded at the sound choices and good match in love and associates the man made. "Ah was worried he would be naught but duty after Roric's death. Tae keep 'im busy. Ye dae him a service in tha', he would be a bear wot drives the servant lasses tae scream if he were kept 'ere." She grinned, laughing at the thought of him expelling people in the way he often did at the slightest sign of tiredness, wear, or such. Sighing, she recalled how he shielded the eyes of them when he kept hands to reach for her at bay and it ended in death. "He loves you. As does Dmitri. As dae they all. This time, unlike tha' winter, there shan't be a moment where ye need e'er feel alone." (d)
Adam: Nodding, listening to her about Kendrew... He could help but smile when she spoke of his bear like attitude at times... then with Dmitrii's name mentioned... He looks to her... "And o'Dmitrii... Mae valet says he was turnd away... and Raasay guards have taken charge o'piece of the Castle dungeon... Tsi bade nae well... especially if Valisa shall bae there tae... Ah bae open faer suggestions... Yae say Alendral and yae spoke at length?" ::::
Beathag: "Ah know. O' this news tha' reaches m'ears...it is troubling." The tone became a whisper as she talked, as if the very fire would betray them, the walls open to some unscrupulous listern. "Aye, we spoke at length. He recommends...makin' it seem as if we may trust 'er, after the passage o' some days while the serpent rests. Fer rest assured, she is no less. As for Dimitri, they shall gae forward as counselors, himself and Claramae..I do nay doubt tha' they may need rescue him by...surversive means. Adam many will die this winter, in silence." She bit into her lip. There would be joy this season, and strength to endure through. She did not doubt what would be done or what she would put her own name to, besides his. "Ah've left us eyes in Blue Castle, on the council' o' clansmen. Ah have names, n' more names besides. Some o' the fools plan tae infiltrate London. Yer father, the Church, England, the Bruce..many things are joined. Dae I have yer leave, as the harp be played, to play upon my words?" She inquired of him as a Duke in these things, to surrender. How large a thing for one so strong. "As our kin once did tae preserve our heritage, let it be laid down in books. Let meh scribe for you the history, let me convey it tae ye in riddles too, if Ah must." (d)
Adam: Adam seemed concerned... "Wit nae way faer Dmitrii tae knaew... he mae be hesitatnt to trust anyone..." his hand now rubs his chin in contemplation... a sure sign his brain was working... "Aye Harper... play the music... sing the song, and nay let history forget the path o' the Gryphon..." he had hoped his own words were as cryptic as hers... Then he sighed a shuttered breath...::::
Beathag: "By your will then." Cryptic for cryptic. Tit for tat, as the saying went. There were other ways to fight, other ways to thrust a hit at your enemy. Beathag would now have something mighter than her axe on her back: an ink quill. "Let us hope then tha' with Kendrew's presence, Dmitri will come tae trust Sorschal n' St. Laurence fer we haven't time for his doubt, no matter how founded." Two persons of evident Anglo-Saxon ancestry sent to rescue the man would prove folly in the mind of the weapon's master but by whatever means set him free, she prayed he would not care. Adam needed his best man, gone now for far too many months. (d)
Adam: Simply a nod... and a hand to the chin in contemplation... "ah truly 'ave missed his advice... his laugh... and that strange accent..." he looked at her... "And t'will bae good tae 'ave his hard head to practice swords wit..." ::::
Beathag: "Ah know ye have, n' things have nay quite been the way they ought tae be with him gone. From all tha' we have heard, it is high time our kith n' kin ,our friends, are home with us. Under the Griffon's wing while his long talons defend them from the evil they face." When had he become so strong and his wife become so wise? When in the last year of this had they become so regal? (d)
Adam: Adam sat at the desk of the library reading scripts from the days of Wallace and the Bruce... Someone years ago, had transcribed his speech at Stirling... It had been nearly thrity years since th at spring day... "Defiance of tyranny..." he reads... "Aye, fight and yae may die... Run and yae may die..." He wipes his eyes... "Will yae be willin' tae trade that day... for this...." and he chokes... "Will yae fight faer freedom..." then he sits eret as if achild had been caught with a hand in the proverbial cookie jar... "Nutin' lass... and wot yaer yae doin'" :::::
Beathag: "Watchin' m'husband n' Lord's heart ache n' him, tryin' tae hide it." She crossed her fingers together, one feeding towards the other before pulling them taut to lock the hold. Beathag took her steps close enough to him so that the words he read touched her eyes like his voice had touched her ears. "If one fergets, then m'lord will be the one tae remind them. We were children then, but we are nay now. Wot power ye have, ye use well. Ah say this as a wife, and as your Harper." She knelt beside him, putting a hand on his knee. The silence soaked in long enough for the sounds of breath to become poignant, carrying emotion, rising costs. "Master Sorschal n' I spoke yestereve a vera long time..n' he has agreed tae take the posistion o' a counselor tae gae tae Rasaay with Kendrew. There will beh another tae gae with them.....Countess St. Laurence, o' Avaria. She will be comin' 'ere, at once tae aid, and as somewot o' one fleein' the topplin' o' the higher civilized with nay want tae lose 'er necks. We will be doubly prepared, but he advised me o' a truth..we already knew when we were committed tae this venture. Wot we risk in the retrieval o' Dmitri n' Wilhemia is a cost tha' will be paid vera heavily." Her hand smoothed over his breeches, across the tunic to free it from wrinkles. "Wot would ye have your lady dae, m'lord?" (d)
Adam: And as she knealt, his hand interlocked some of the golden hair... playing with it.... "Ah try luv... ah truly try..." his silence soaks in her words... "Then yae knaew wot has occurred in our own capital...? Ah canae 'ave this 'ere... and Alendral and Clara Mae is welcomed... tis been along time since seeing that steel witch..." he smirks... "Lass... yae dae wot is required everyday... and that bae luve mae... nae matter wot..." then he chuckles... "Baet yae bet'r wath where yae hand gaes, less more bae taken..." ::::
Beathag:"Anxious to tie fast another bairin within mah lord afore the first is born?" She grinned and while doing so coaxed up the wrinkles at the side of her eyes. Kissing the hands she touched, she looked up at him, "Then more it shall be done. But as your Harper..are there words ye would have me write for ye, anythin' to rouse the people or things to say pon m'ventures to keep the flame strong in the heart of them? Tae long at times 'ave Ah gone against ye. Now I wish more than anythin' tae please ye, tae keep our hearth warm, n' tha' our people." She stood, and sat on the arm of his chair, kissing his forehead softly. "The fire's gone tae cold in places like Raasay, in the corners where we 'ave nay looked. " (d)
Adam: Pulling her into his lap... "Lass, Ah'd fire yaer belly with the practice of having bairins, yae may ask mae to put it on hold..." he smirks... "Naew as mae Harper... play loud... sing heartily the praise of freedom..." he pushes the book of Wallace aside... "The man resounded freedom like a sword... and if'en Ah dun 'ave the words... Ah 'ave mae Harper..." his hand caresses her sides... and thefree hand rubs her belly lightly... sea-green eyes rove about her, stopping at her green orbs... "Tis agin mae that makes us strong... Fire and Iron lass... Ignia Ferroque... "He quotes his Latin... "Fire shall rise upon Raasay... and nae just in the hearths..." eyes narrow... then he takes her hand and kisses the back of it... paying special attention to the scars, then presses the hand to his cheek.::::
Beathag: "Then I will sing songs n' tell tales until there are none left tae tell. It is the fire o' the heart, tae inspire...tae condemn the emeny tha' is my place now. Yours is the wrath of the iron. " The scars showed well today. The maids would need to take her hands to soften them as they once had, still hard from the toils of Aberdeen. "The White Hound has been changed, sittin' content at the feet o' the master, the gates have others now before them. M'temper, m'flare, may gae tae better things." She cupped a hand against his face, saying softly ,"When war comes again, Ah want someone o' our chosin' tae carry m'axe. In tha', Ah will gae with them, and in the words they will here. (d)
Adam: Turning her hand, he kisses the inside of it... "Nae one shall ever carry yaer axe... it hangs upon the hearth... But others shall carry out the task... just as yaers bae tae fire the hearth and the soul... sing loud lass... for that and they harp bae yaer weapon naew... Ah shall guide this land... and fight if'en Ah must... but Ah plan mae sword to wield from 'ere..." he smiles... "The Green Knight is retired... the Gryphon flies ahead of an army... and Ah at the lead of a naew nation stands here... baet know this woman... should they need the Griffin tae lead... lead Ah shall..." He rubs her belly again... "Baet Mae fight is 'ere..." ::::
Beathag: "Ne'er again shall the axe sing on the hills, down in the moors. No more tae echo in the glen tha' death awaits." Her eyes narrowed to the point of being miles from him to see a place where the axe lay down, silent, for many, many years. Opening the full extent of emerald sight once more she said, "M'heart knows a piece in tha'." The axe. It had neary gone to Robert Bruce. It had tried to live in other halls, and once, she considered surrendering it to the ocean. Instead it would be a reminder that the magnitude of devotion to a cause could be matched by the need to avenge. That love and hate could make the same song on the same instrument, but in time one must win over the other. "Indeed. It knows peace...yet...tae know you are here..is more." The wife released a sign of relief as she felt his hand hold the life they made together, "It has been nearin' the year's marker o' when the borders called for blood n' in the name o' wot King we both served you had tae leave. Ne'er had I cried, nor grew so ill for fear, wantin', n' loathin' o' man's vices than tha' time. There has ne'er been one tha' has been so loved as Ah love you. " She pressed their foreheads together, "Tha' was the first time though ye made me sae proud, liftin' the Griffin..our Griffin, sae high tha' the gold caught fire in the sun. N' Ah came in the array o' a woman for you. N' Ah shed tear for you, n' prayed for you. If such times would e'er come again this time i would not grow sick in anguish but remain proud, vigilent for yer return. If the field calls ye hence one more time, the Griffin will be at the front o' his armies..n' if it does not, you are still a mighty hand. Many things shall be marked in this season. Our passin' time, the time we fled, n' the day we met our destiny's. Mah Adam. Mah precious Adam." (d)
Adam: Smiling, Adam pulled his beloved wife to him, his lips barely touched hers, for a few times, he prepared herself to be kissed, but he held back... then he smirked and kissed her fully... Even the most passionate of kisses must end... and end it did, with a sigh... and he whispered... "Yae mae luv... always in mae heart... time is passed... our swinging axe and sword is over... especially yers... baet..." then he looked down... "Ah 'ave one more battle tae fight face tae face..." then he looked at her:::::
Beathag: "Eighteen years n' more is long enough for any, n' far too long for a woman." The anticipation, the expectation..she giggled like a girl, grinned like a child about to receive a gift before he pulled her in for what his want was hinting at. Fingers were lost in the curls of his hair, moved along his arms before the end. When his face turned down, she picked it up again, "Ah know, n' neither the end o' a sword's time nor the want o' a man tae ne'e rleave the side of his bride can end tha'. But it must be done. N' ye will prevail. He is nay father o' yours, only a man who's vileness spurned one good thing, n' tha' was for the sweet womb it laid in. " She looked to the fire that burned steadfast to ward the chill away from stone walls. "The Bull must face the Griffin." (d)
Adam: Leaning a bit to the desk, he slides the opened missives... "These are the preparations faer winter... and Kendrew has agreed to deliver them faer mae..." then he looked at her... "Ah swear 'pon mae unborn child... bae spring's end... Skye will bae free... ev'n if Ah have tae fight the wh'le waerld... " the Scot accent spewed forth... "Mae child will bae born free Ah knaew... but in peace Ah pray tae wote'r god listens..." then he mimicked her final words... "The Griffin must face the Bull..." ::::
Beathag:"Yer child is free, Ahdam. It was made in freedom ,twill live in freedom..all o' our children shall have this. Aodhan already does. We can nay change the scope o' the world entire, but the world by which we be livin' n' where? Wot wonders ye've done." She looked to the missives he withdrew and nodded, "Ye 'ave done wonders, to inspire the diligence, if nay the love, of such men. He is worthy o' his title n' name, Sir Campbell, a Lord n' his own right. He is the Guardian indeed. 'Ave ye told him, o' the order of the knighthood, bein' 'is tae command? Mayhaps tis one o' the latter thing, n/' the last, for 'im tae know in his state. Ah would share somethin' with ye.." She drew from her belt of things, a wive's companions such as keys and the ilk, a pouch that had something pulled from his clothing while he was being recovered from the sea. "He was given a boar, a campbell boar. N' there was a missive come tae meh nay far after. They wish tae put him forth in the election fer tanist, if nay chieftain, o' the Campbells in the west-fold o' Skye, or New Alba as they wrote it.." (D)
Adam: Adam glanced down at her hand... and smiled... "Tis goot faer the old goat... he's lived a ripe old age and needs tae live wit his wife... Tis wot Ah got 'im deleivering missives, tae keep 'im busy... but Cheiftain... e'vn Tanist 'll keep 'im busy..." he smiles... "Ah'll endorse it, if'en t'will bae any use..." he looks down... "Baet... Ah'll miss his council... and his loyalty..." :::::
Beathag: "Well, ye see th'a is the rub. M'thinks they will be quite indigniant tae learn the man won't be gaein' anywhere. Och, he beh nearin' his thirty n' nine year ye k know..in earnest, in a few days. Somehow, iffn all this comes tae bare, we may see a drove o' Campbells come tae Turas Lan. Man stood there with Brom all o' last night while Ah spoke with Sorschal. M'thinks he does nay wish tae gae where his friends be nay. He needs friends as much as he needed his spry, good young bride." She nodded at the sound choices and good match in love and associates the man made. "Ah was worried he would be naught but duty after Roric's death. Tae keep 'im busy. Ye dae him a service in tha', he would be a bear wot drives the servant lasses tae scream if he were kept 'ere." She grinned, laughing at the thought of him expelling people in the way he often did at the slightest sign of tiredness, wear, or such. Sighing, she recalled how he shielded the eyes of them when he kept hands to reach for her at bay and it ended in death. "He loves you. As does Dmitri. As dae they all. This time, unlike tha' winter, there shan't be a moment where ye need e'er feel alone." (d)
Adam: Nodding, listening to her about Kendrew... He could help but smile when she spoke of his bear like attitude at times... then with Dmitrii's name mentioned... He looks to her... "And o'Dmitrii... Mae valet says he was turnd away... and Raasay guards have taken charge o'piece of the Castle dungeon... Tsi bade nae well... especially if Valisa shall bae there tae... Ah bae open faer suggestions... Yae say Alendral and yae spoke at length?" ::::
Beathag: "Ah know. O' this news tha' reaches m'ears...it is troubling." The tone became a whisper as she talked, as if the very fire would betray them, the walls open to some unscrupulous listern. "Aye, we spoke at length. He recommends...makin' it seem as if we may trust 'er, after the passage o' some days while the serpent rests. Fer rest assured, she is no less. As for Dimitri, they shall gae forward as counselors, himself and Claramae..I do nay doubt tha' they may need rescue him by...surversive means. Adam many will die this winter, in silence." She bit into her lip. There would be joy this season, and strength to endure through. She did not doubt what would be done or what she would put her own name to, besides his. "Ah've left us eyes in Blue Castle, on the council' o' clansmen. Ah have names, n' more names besides. Some o' the fools plan tae infiltrate London. Yer father, the Church, England, the Bruce..many things are joined. Dae I have yer leave, as the harp be played, to play upon my words?" She inquired of him as a Duke in these things, to surrender. How large a thing for one so strong. "As our kin once did tae preserve our heritage, let it be laid down in books. Let meh scribe for you the history, let me convey it tae ye in riddles too, if Ah must." (d)
Adam: Adam seemed concerned... "Wit nae way faer Dmitrii tae knaew... he mae be hesitatnt to trust anyone..." his hand now rubs his chin in contemplation... a sure sign his brain was working... "Aye Harper... play the music... sing the song, and nay let history forget the path o' the Gryphon..." he had hoped his own words were as cryptic as hers... Then he sighed a shuttered breath...::::
Beathag: "By your will then." Cryptic for cryptic. Tit for tat, as the saying went. There were other ways to fight, other ways to thrust a hit at your enemy. Beathag would now have something mighter than her axe on her back: an ink quill. "Let us hope then tha' with Kendrew's presence, Dmitri will come tae trust Sorschal n' St. Laurence fer we haven't time for his doubt, no matter how founded." Two persons of evident Anglo-Saxon ancestry sent to rescue the man would prove folly in the mind of the weapon's master but by whatever means set him free, she prayed he would not care. Adam needed his best man, gone now for far too many months. (d)
Adam: Simply a nod... and a hand to the chin in contemplation... "ah truly 'ave missed his advice... his laugh... and that strange accent..." he looked at her... "And t'will bae good tae 'ave his hard head to practice swords wit..." ::::
Beathag: "Ah know ye have, n' things have nay quite been the way they ought tae be with him gone. From all tha' we have heard, it is high time our kith n' kin ,our friends, are home with us. Under the Griffon's wing while his long talons defend them from the evil they face." When had he become so strong and his wife become so wise? When in the last year of this had they become so regal? (d)
