> [RP] Mortimer Castle

Drestakil could tell Sara Jane loved the necklace. If it didn't show in her face, the kiss afterwards told all. He thought she would like it. It set the stage for the next gift...a ring.

Drest looked around the library, which had been his brother's. He hadn't made many changes. Right now a young man was on the way to Marseille, on the coast of France and from there to the northern coast of Africa. In his travels through the Holy Land Drest had talked to a wise man in Dimashq. That man had a fragment of a scroll he said had come from a place called Timbouctou. The young man and four retainers were going to find the place and, hopefully, bring back more of the same.

In the mean time, Drest was gradually getting the household set up the way he wanted. The only spot left open was in the kitchen. He hadn't picked out a cook. He assumed, if and when he asked Sara Jane to marry him and she accepted, that she would move to Mortimer Castle and bring her own kitchen servants.

As he walked through the halls he nodded to various servants engaged in their daily chores. Most of them had names now. Drest was notoriously bad with names. He just could NOT remember them. Some people took that for a slight. It wasn't, but people were like that.

Hammering sounds were already coming from the blacksmith's shop. He nodded through the wide open window at the smith. The young man smiled and nodded. That would be Judd, the young man he had recruited in Lichfield. The former castle smith had decided to move into town and open a shop of his own. When Drest had protested that there was certainly enough work around the castle and from the tenants to keep two smiths busy, the man smiled and said, "Milord, I know that, but this is something the missus and I have been wantin' to do for a long time. Rest assured if you need something done, have someone send it to town and it'll get done."

Thinking back over the last few weeks...months?...Drest was surprised at how the time had flown by. The Holy Days were past. Gina had set up a house in London. Should he set up a house there? Don't be silly, he could stay at Gina's when he was in London.

No, it was time to seriously plan when and how he was going to propose to Sara Jane. Not that it would come as a surprise to anyone in the family, still, formalities had to be observed. No matter what might be understood, there must be a formal proposal from the prospective groom to the prospective bride. Then there must be a formal announcement, then a formal wedding ceremony. He'd already thought this once and it was still true: When the two families involved were as prominent as the Mortimers and the de Phoenixes, you couldn't get by with eloping.

As Drest walked back onto the castle grounds, he cocked his head to one side...or could you?
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It was so easy to relax with Drest in a room. He just made the whole place feel better. It was even easier to imagine the two in front of her as not such a threat, not something so obscure or painful. That maybe their family was actually mending itself rather than being slowly driven apart. Viceroy would want them to be happy, it wasn't up to anyone to say how that would happen.

"Ah now, don't give them a hard time. They'll be round with it soon enough" Kenna laughed "you just have to remember to be patient" she shook her head at Gina. He was so funny about ale. It was a long time joke that brought on great laughs within the family.

She told Kenrich "My uncle is a bit of a devout ale drinker" she went on"likes it for breakfast even" she chuckled.

"I have to say I am quite pleased to have you so close. Best decision you've ever made, in fact. What about you Cordelia? Have you given any thought to relocating here, with us?" she asked. She hoped her step-mother had given it some thought, that maybe if she mentioned it, Kenrich would in good mind help her agree to being here. It was, after all, a place he was familiar with.
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Drestakil smiled at the suggestion that Cordelia might want to move to Mercia. He had the feeling she was rooted in Sussex. Vice was the same way. He might visit other places, but HOME was Sussex. Drestakil had spent some time there in many of the towns. It had some nice people, but was like every other part of England...a good thing, in his opinion.

A servant walked in carrying a tray with a bottle of ale and one mug. "Milord Drestakil?" He held the tray at Drest's level, "Your ale, Sir."

Drest gave him a bleak look, "Young man, did it never occur to you that someone else MIGHT possibly want some ale besides me?" The servant looked confused. "Obviously, it didn't," Drest answered himself. "I'm sure the Lord Kenrich would appreciate a mug of the finest ale in all England."

He took the bottle of ale, the mug in the other hand, poured a full mug and handed it to Kenrich, "For you, Sir. Enjoy it, savour it, let it pass slowly over your tongue and down your throat. I promise you it will prove itself."

It was good to see many of the family here, all at once, including, of course, Cordelia. Kenrich looked to be a good man. Drest made a mental note to ask what family he was part of and promptly joined in the chatting back and forth. Naturally, Cordelia and Kenrich would NOT be moving out of Sussex. No surprise there.

Kenna and Gina kept the conversation going while Drest slipped out of the room and upstairs. He told the servants there to make up the Master's Bedroom for him, set a fire in the fireplace and keep some ale stocked there. Down in the kitchens, Gina having taken Rose and Liza with her to Sutton Estates, he talked to the cooks about a regular schedule of meals.

As he walked out into the main hall, it suddenly struck him...where were Richard and Lori?

(Permission to godmod Cordelia and Kenrich granted.)
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Ken was with the ladies when a gentlemen entered, he looked fimilar to him, ken thought maybe he talked to him in passing.

"Hello Drestakil, i am Kenrich Tudor" he said, "and thank you your family has been very nice and welcoming" he said to him alittle nevrously.
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Taking the kitten from Drest, she watched as he greeted Kenrich, wondering how he would react to the news that this man was his sister-in-law's new suitor....
She excused herself for a moment, going out into the hall to find Sloan and have him put the kitten outside, giving him instruction to make sure it stayed out there. No doubt it belonged to one of the servant's children. Then she went back into the drawing room to see how things would play out....
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Ken listened to Kenna and he nodded to her.

"I can understand and know you ment no disrespect, and your hesitation or more questioning of me. I would do the same actually if i was in your position. " he listened to her as she mentioned a uncle, and he was aware it would not be in his best intrest to cross them, though he would never do such a thing he respected Cordelia too much to bring her harm or heartache.
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Drestakil accepted a much welcome hug from one of his favorite cousins and said, "This 'critter' was wreaking havoc in the main hall." He handed the kitten to Gina, "Better get rid of it. You know that old saying, 'Where there's one kitten, there's a thousand...' or something like that."

He looked around the room, "Cordelia, it's wonderful to see you again. How are the kids? Kenna, it looks like I'll be taking you up on your offer of help in moving."His brow furrowed, "This gentleman, however, I do not know and it seems I should."

Drest stepped towards Kenrich, right hand outstretched, "Good day, Sir. Welcome to Mortimer Castle. I am Drestakil Mortimer. We're fairly informal here, so if you need formality in a greeting, you'd best go to Westminster. I understand they're big on that sort of thing there."
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Ken listened to Kenna and nodded what she said made sense to him and when she asked what punishment would be he allow to him from the family should he break his word, he thought for a moment before speaking.

"I would accept whatever punishment you all see fit on me" he said to her. He was serious on that when he gave his word he stood by it and he was a man of honor as well. He would not leave Cordelia and would take care of her as long as she allowed him too. He thought he was that sure of his feelings though he hadn't even shared that much with Cordelia yet.
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She nodded, jaw set and still serious.

"I mean no disrespect in the thought that I seem threatening. It's really just simple talk. See, Cordelia married into this family and is still bound to us no matter which path she chooses to take from here on out because that is how we Mortimer's see fit to be. We've had our fair share of bad luck and people who come in and out like the wind, leaving a wake of destruction. We're very hard headed. We like things so so. We don't like half-hearted commitments or unfaithful snakes. We appreciate honesty and honor. As you claim, we do so agree. We take your word as your bond. I won't say anymore on it besides to tell you that your card is played. From here on out, you will receive kindness from this House, our kin, and even our methods of protections. Should you break contract.. well" she paused "..you'll need to remember you've given permissions for us to seek you out. Jah's grace, pray that never has to come to pass" she leaned in as if telling him a secret that everyone could hear "I have an uncle who is quite the cut throat if he needs to be. Sweet as a kitten the rest of the time, just so long as no one lays a finger on us ladies" she smiled and winked.
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In his life Drestakil had done many things. He had been a soldier, a student, a teacher, a ship captain, a member of a ship's crew, a slave, a warlord, a baker, a field hand...he couldn't think of anything that made him feel better or be more pleased with himself than being the beloved of Lady Sara Jane de Phoenix.

Drest galloped along easily, moving with his horse's movements. He liked riding through the countryside this time of year. The air was cool and fresh. There was almost always a breeze when he stopped to water his horse. About an hour ago he had stopped in a small glade to eat some bread and cheese. He had tied the horse to a small tree, sat down against a larger one and rested. It was a wonderful feeling to just sit and listen. The movement of the leaves, tree limbs, after a while there were small animals moving around. He looked up at the sky...not a cloud in sight and it was the deepest, most amazing blue he'd ever seen.

Was it actually that blue or was he seeing everything through the eyes of love? Someone said love is blind. So why did colors look brighter? Why was it that he heard sounds more clearly? Why, even scents seemed sharper. He could smell the grass crushed beneath his boots.

Drest shook his head and leaned back against the tree trunk. He closed his eyes and calmed himself, breathing slow and easy. The small sounds of life were all around him. He listened and relaxed, all but dozing off to sleep. It would be nice to take a short nap. But, he couldn't. He needed to get to Mortimer Castle before dark. If he was lucky, his things would already be there. He could set about making himself at home.

And home it would be, for him. Mortimer Castle was the one place where he could actually settle down and live and not worry about going anywhere else. Not since he had settled down with Elizabeth all those years ago had he felt that way about any place. Mortimer Castle was a wonderful place to live. Now that he was thinking about it, it would be a great place to bring a new wife. There was more than enough room for kids. The place was large enough that his whole family could live there and not see one another for a week at a time. Or see each other every minute of the day if they so chose.

Drest shook his head and got up, mounted his horse and got out to the road. He looked up and down it. No one in sight. Which was probably good. He urged his horse up to a gallop and soon the towers of the castle were in sight. It would be good to get home.
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She glances at them, eyes searching their faces. She had learned to read faces as Queen, a skill she used here. She could see the wars they were fighting. She could understand what they were feeling, it was something she had fought with herself at first. She knew they were probably thinking this was too soon. But in truth, not really. She had gotten involved with Viceroy after Unther's death far sooner than she had gotten involved with Kenrich.

She reaches out a hand tenatively, touching Kenna lightly on the arm. She had wanted to tell them first, before the gossip got to them.

She nods, "Aye, the time does seem to fly. Christosmas is just around the corner."
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The awkward silence was deafening, and so Gina quickly tried to amend it. "My goodness Kenna! Look how big your little brother is getting!! I cannot get over how much he looks like your Father!" Oh! Wow, bloody hell! If her suspicions were correct regarding Cordelia and Lord Kenrich, then mentioning Geo was going to be just as awkward as mentioning Myxti! Well, she decided not to try and clumsily cover it up. It was out there, so be it.
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She notes the subjest change, biting her lip in slight amusement. Eying Kenrich, "Ye better be able to travel with me, I need someone to keep me out of trouble." She pauses a moment, steeling her nerves, her fingers twisting into the folds in her skirt... "And who better to travel with than my suitor?"

She blushes and glances at Gina and Kenna before looking at Kenrich and offering him a small smile.
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He pulls his fool hat off and crunches it in his hands, unwilling to talk for fear that he might start stammering. He walks toward her and soaks in the beauty he had nearly forgotten since it had been quite awhile that they had laid even eyes on one another.

He could see the ship then, the way her eyes had caught the color of the waters on some days, and how she was so quiet but watchful. She'd never grown weary on that trip. He'd wake and see her first, busy with something or other. She had slender fingers, delicate wrists. She smelled of suckles, the finest perfumes of flowered honey.

Her lips, soft pink and swollen like ripe fruits on nimble trees. He dared not think of what it would be like to touch them to his own, he'd surely pass out like a feeble old nanny with ill conviction.

Gods what prayer he would have to pray later for his tantamount of lust.

He calmed his thudding heart with an inner voice that cried out and if truly existing, sought about slapping him on the cheeks till he had sense enough to be serene.

Think of something to settle you, it said.

Alright, how about a cow chewing it's cud?

No.

The Hens clucking on an early morn and the dog wetting a corner spot.

No.

Something else, you milky eyed stall mucker! It Yelled, get out of the barn with it!

Hmm, he spent hours in the barn though. This was going to take a minute.

He realized she was waiting and the first thing that popped into his head was how she didn't seem unhappy to see him. That was what finally did it.

"Miss Lori, it does my heart well to see you once again" he said. No more cows, no more chickens, only the dizzy drunk feeling he had come to understand to mean he was "under the spell". That's what Bart had called it.


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She smiles as she watches the children greet Kenna. As she speaks with her little brother, Cordelia discreetly wipes a tear before it could fall.

When Kenna asks Kenrich about Myxti, she looks nervously at him. This was not something they had anticipated. But his story, even though she knew it well, touched her. She smiles at him over Kenna's head.

"And Hastings is better for it."

She crosses back to the settee and sits. As she does, she catches the look on Gina's face. Cordelia could see the dark haired woman was starting to connect the dots.
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Dowager Queen, GPKoA, Duchess of Surrey, Earl of Herstmonceux | Let Us Lead By Serving Others | I'll come back when you call me...

She observes the inspection Cordelia gives, assuring her "I am fine, just fine, I promise, missed you so much" she said, feeling a small but abrupt hug from knee level. She was unable to see her little sister even though her sounded attack was loud enough for the world to hear. Cordelia stepped back and Kenna swooped Fiona into her arms and smothered her sweet cheeks with a flurry of kisses.

"Mary is with Bart today, he wanted to spend time with her and let me escape for the afternoon" she confessed.

"You little curly top princess" she tickled her. Then it was Michael. He'd grown up over night. She couldn't help but catch her breath every time she saw him.

It was mostly because he was just another thing that proved that her father had once been alive. It was like when she saw herself. You can't miss something you never knew. Things would have been so different had that happened. She'd never want to go back, but jah how it stung to know he was no more. It came and went, this feeling of sorrow. Thankfully, it was beginning to be replaced with the emotion of being grateful. Grateful that she knew now where she came from, what she stood for. It was because of him she could be these things. Michael would know this some day. She'd help him like her father had helped her.

"Aw there he is" she sang "..that's right, come on, lookit youuu!" she almost felt fierce pride welling up at how big a little man he was. This was how she felt when she was with Mary. She took his little hand in hers and pulled him in close, took a deep breath to capture his smell and then kissed him on both his eyes. He laughed a little. She stole a whisper in his ear.

"Your daddy says to tell you he adores you, you make him smile" she kissed him quickly then. Gods how the happiness to see them flooded her heart and kept the tears she might have wanted to cry at bay.

She grabbed him up like a thief and carried her brother to the settee. She bounced Michael on her knees and winked at Fiona before she turned her attentions back to Kenrich. He looked in good spirits.

"It has been awhile since I have seen anyone from town, especially you. I trust this means your wife is well now?" she asked, remembering the pair, and being proud to consider them both some of her trusted friends.
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Gina watched the exchange between Kenna and Cordelia. Then when Fiona and Michael ran bouncing to their sister, Gina couldn't help but smile. Tears formed in her eyes, threatening to spill, as she watched Kenna with the children, especially Michael. It was amazing how much the boy looked like his father. And Gina knew how much Kenna missed Geo, and seeing her with Michael just showed how much the connection meant to her cousin.

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Ken listened as Ladygina spoke about the family home, he reminded him actually of the stewarts home, that too seem to be more empty as of late. Unlike the Tudors family home, that place was always filled with people, though sadly he had not been to either place for a long time now.

"Your most welcome" he said with a smile to her. "Aye the Stewarts family home is like that" he said "Often empty most of the time because we have our own places" he said.

Then he heard a noise and then a voice he turned to see Lady Kenna, he had not seen her in quite awhile. He had always liked her, he had got to know her well when she was mayor and they had many conversations about the town. It was good to see a fimilar face from his old home town. He gave her a small bow.

"Lady Kenna, its been awhile, but always a pleasure too see you" he said.
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"Thank you Lord Kenrich. I am proud of our home. Sadly, though, no one lives here really at this moment. I come as often as I can, mostly once a month for a few days, to see to the running of things. The rest of the family, Kenna and her family, and Drest, well they come when they can, but we we all have our other homes to tend to. This place needs full time love. The servants we keep here do a wonderful job of tending to the day to day running of the Castle, but the love.....well that's something only family actually living here can provide. I hope soon someone, maybe Drest or Sy, will move in."
Just about that time, she was pleasantly surprised to hear Kenna enter the room and ask if there was a place for her. She ran to Kenna, nearly knocking her down, and wrapped her in a hug. They lived in the same town, but rarely saw each other, and this saddened Gina. "Kenna! I had no idea you were coming today! Look who's come for a visit." She turned so Kenna could say hello to Cordelia and Lord Kenrich.
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He had a list of things to do, all beginning early this morning. Not much time to think anymore like he'd had being on the lands for his wages. This was all together different. Drest was coming to live here, he'd heard. Bart was staying closer to home now, having not to travel with the the widowed Queen. Kenna was moving about now, tending to Mary, Molly doing less and less because her bones ached more. Lord Dranoel was home from his long trip that no one seemed to know much about, and as much as things had changed not a bit of it meant that anything had settled down.

Mending the woodwork, tending the hens, overseeing the fields and the help that came from town, mucking the stables, feeding the pigs, cats, and going to the market for odds and ends. If this was the life, then he was well trained.

Today he was accompanying the Lady Kenna to Mortimer Castle. She was visiting Lady Gina, and then they would go into town to see her other cousin at his shop.

The cart creaked as it stopped and he slid out of his seat and took her hand to steady her.

"I'll see you in then I will see to the horses" he said. He loosened the strings of his tunic, sweating from the sun that seemed extra warm today.

"It is hot this day" she noted " always comes on strong near the end, then we can expect the warnings of winter come" she made a mock of shivering.

Richard nodded "Aye, and I could pass on that" he told her "I won't complain about being warm, but the snow and frost, they are far from being my friend" he confessed.

They went together up the path and he held the door for her as they entered the hall.

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Ken had followed Cordelia to the family room

Ken gave a slight bow to her before speaking.

"Like wise Ladygina, tis a pleasure to formally meet you, outside of work" he said with a smile, and thank you" he said. "Your family has a marvelous home i must say." he said.
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"Thank ye, sir." She smiles warmly at him before glancing at Lori, "Ye can go gossip with the other maids, if ye wish." Lori nods her head with a slight smile and releases Fiona's hand before heading down towards the kitchens. Then, Cordelia, the children, Nurse, and Kenrich enter the family room. Seeing Gina, a large grin spreads across her face and Cordelia crosses the room in a few short steps to hug her. "Gina! I'm so glad to see ye again. Those few moments in London were nae nearly enough. Ye are looking well, and so is this little lass. I've come for that visit ye invited me to do." She says all of this very quickly before remembering, "Oh! Gina, this is Lord Kenrich Stewart Tudor, Earl of Nottingham. Kenrich, this is Lady Gina Mortimer-Sutton, Countess of Arden."
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She smiles as the manservant says Gina was there, and with her daughter. Lori had finally caught Fiona and the girl was talking excitedly to her little brother about the Mortimers. The small group waits in the foyer for the manservant to return. while waiting, Cordelia goes to Kenrich and smooths out an imaginary wrinkles in his clothing, an old habit.

" I do nae know if Kenna is here today, I had hoped to see her, and little Mary, while here." She smiles fondly to herself at the thought of them.

Behind her, she hears Lori sigh sadly. Cordelia looks at her maid curiously, but Lori quickly looks away, but not before Cor catches a hint of a blush on her cheeks.
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She smiles and nods, "Aye, that I am. Is she available?"
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Dowager Queen, GPKoA, Duchess of Surrey, Earl of Herstmonceux | Let Us Lead By Serving Others | I'll come back when you call me...

She was watching Gilly crawl around on the quilt she had laid out. The baby was growing so fast! She was developing so well, too. Sometimes Gina felt almost guilty because Gilly was developing vocally so quickly, and sometimes she would just jabber on and on, yet Kenna's little girl, Mary never uttered a word. Mary was a brilliant child though, and so sweet and loving. Gina prayed one day they would hear Mary and Gilly speaking to each other.....
She was interrupted by Sloan, announcing visitors.
"Cordelia is here?? Wonderful!!" She did not know who could be her companion, but Gina was thrilled to hear Cordy had come for a visit!
"Sloan, please show them in here with us, and have Liza bring tea."
She couldn't help but notice the way his eyes lit up when she mentioned Liza's name. She believed he had developed quite the crush on her.
When he left the room, Gina picked Gilly up and said, "Little one, your Auntie Cordelia is here to visit. Isn't this exciting?" She laughed when Gilly cooed and gooed as if she understood exactly what her Momma was saying.
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Ken chuckles at her comment about them eating him

"I would hope not anyways" he says with a chuckle. "Though i have met Lady Kenna before back when i lived in Ludlow, so prehaps that might actually help me" he said.
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She gave him a small smile, glad he understood. As they made their way out of the Castle grounds, she watched as the scenery passed them. Where they were going was going to be full of sadness. Much like the city was that she was looking at right now. People everywhere, dressed in black. The hustle and bustle of everyday life seemed to have frozen in time.....
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Richard carried the letter to the O'Neill house in Lichfield after he delivered the letter she had written to Gina. He'd had a small chat with Liza and Rose in the kitchens, seems everything had been quiet there as well. He'd been given a treat to carry back for little Mary and he did as he was asked.
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Drestakil helped her into the carriage, then got in himself. He sat across from Gina. What could he say? He had known she felt as she did. Sometimes words weren't needed. She was right...the family had been through so much in the last couple of years. They had found lost family members. They had survived that night at the castle. Gina had been through the valley of the shadow of death and had returned. Was she whole? Certainly, she was. Was she changed because of it? Was she different? Certainly, she was.

So was he. So was everyone who had been in the castle that night. They were all changed by it. They were all stronger for it.

"I know how you feel," he told her. "I am glad you feel the way you do. I wouldn't have it any other way," he said and smiled.
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Drestakil sighed, "I'm holding up just fine." He smiled, "Remember...Vice and I were separated for years. We never really got to know one another as brothers. We weren't close. I respected him, but...," he trailed off.

What could he say? Gina probably knew Viceroy better than his own brother. Even as kids the two of them weren't chummy or buddy-buddy. Vice was always serious, angry much of the time at their father. Drest, being second-born, didn't have the load of responsibility that Vice had to carry, being first-born.

When Viceroy left the family Drestakil inherited that burden. He didn't have the head for managing a large estate. He felt sorry for Viceroy, but also grew to resent him. Drestakil resented Viceroy for being released, for being gone, for making him shoulder a burden he shouldn't have had to.

The resentment had long since passed. The years have a way of curing those things. What the years couldn't do was bring the two men closer. They respected one another. They were fond of one another. They may have even loved one another, in a way.

Drestakil was more concerned about the effect this would have on the family. To lose someone so central to everything that made this family what it was could be rough. There was one thing about the Mortimer Family, though...through good times and bad times they looked out for one another. This would be no different.

"We will make it through this," he said as he guided her out the door to the carrriage.
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Drestakil walked down the hall just as Lady Gina stepped out.

"Drest? May I join you or would you prefer to be alone?"

She was so quiet and so sad he couldn't answer any other way than, "Of course you may join me. I wouldn't have it any other way."

Drestakil didn't really know the formal schedule for the day. He had tried to put it aside, but finally had to face it. Some of the family wouldn't be able to make it today. They were too far away or just couldn't face it. Understandable.

Drest would have preferred a small, private ceremony on the family grounds. Of course, that coudn't happen since Vice was King. So, a public ceremony with all that went with it had to be suffered through.

Drest had personal reasons for not wanting to appear in public, but this was something he had to do. You do things for family that you wouldn't do for yourself.

He took Gina's hands in his and pulled her to his shoulder, "I know how you feel."
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She heard someone stirring about. She wasn't sure who all would show up here during this time, so she decided to make her way out into the hall to see who it was.
Walking into the room, she saw Drest, dressed all in black, as they all would be. She suddenly felt guilty for her own sorrow when she remembered Drest had lost a brother, and Kenna and Sindaia had lost their father. She also felt like a small child who needed comforting during a traumatic time. She knew she needed to comfort Drest, but selfishly, she felt she needed comforting as well. Maybe they could console each other, be strong for each other, and for Kenna.
Clearing her throat, she said quietly, "Drest? May I join you or would you prefer to be alone?"
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Some time in the future.......... (to keep continuity of events)

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She sat in the drawing room, sitting at the window, the black curtain pulled back. She was staring. At what? Nothing. Everything. Life outside seemed to go on. The trees were still green, the flowers were still blooming, the sun was still shining, and the crops were still growing. But England was different. She was darker, sadder. Her King had gone. Died in his sleep. Left this world, his subjects, his family, his wife, his children.
She let the curtain fall back closed and turned to sit on the chair in front of the fireplace. She was dressed head to toe in black.
She had ordered the servants to drape all the windows in the castle, and in Sutton Estate back in Lichfield, in black. She did not know if Dranoel would be joining her anytime soon, but she had traveled back to London with Gillian, Rose and Liza. Sloan had already come ahead to assist with the draping. She had left Lorilye and Breigan back in Lichfield with Cheebly to take care of things there.
She was leaving all the arrangements for Geo's funeral to Cordelia. She was his wife, and now, the Queen of England. She would handle everything properly, and in honor of Geo.
Gina had to admit, she was glad Cordelia was handling it all. She really did not know if she could do it. How much more death and loss was her family expected to go through? They had just lost Maitane not too long ago. She had lost Cikaya before that. They had lost loved ones, servants that were like family....it was too much.
She thought for a moment of poor Cordelia. What would Gina do if she lost Dranoel? She feared she may lose her grasp on sanity. But Cordelia...no. She was a strong, put together young woman. Gina admired her. She took to her role as leader of England, left to her by Geo on his passing, and she was doing the best she could. There were naysayers of course. There always would be. But Cordelia was not letting any of them get to her. But still, Gina's heart went out to the woman. She had just recently had little Fiona returned, after she had been kidnapped by the people responsible for Maitane's death. And now, when she should be celebrating their reunion, she was mourning her husband's death.
Gina still couldn't believe it. Geo....gone. She would not see him again.
She sat there staring at the fire. Before she knew what was happening, tears were streaming down her face, burning her cheeks. She felt her body begin to shake with the sobs. She covered her face with her hands and prayed, "No more, Jah, please no more loss!"
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| Countess of Arden | Herald of Arms of the CoH | Member of the RHA |

Gabriel steeled himself for that forthcoming question, he poured himself a cup of tea

Yes.. He voice shaked I think for this tale, I should start from the beginning

As im sure you remember, I left Worcester for with Lorean for Scotland. Once i arrived there, I joined a local poltical party. After having several successful terms on the Galloway Country Council, i was selected to participate within the Constitutional Convention for the formation of a new Scottish Consitution. Back then, it was a chamber of honour, men spoke their minds for the betterment of the nation and after long months of compromise we all settled on a document that we though would be the best for the people. We establised a National Assembly and the High Steward was the head of that chamber. As i was a excutive member of the Lord Lyon's Court of Arms, I was selected to head the Election Committee. The nation was off to a great start, a good and honest man was elected as High Steward, and I took the most honorable position of the Lord Lyon King of Arms.

However, after several mesures that where passed within my Court pertaining to the standing of Clans and the further granting of titles within the Kingdom, people who resisited all thing Royal begain to talk. At first it was nothing, radicals talking about a totaly republic free of any King. I mean the though of such a notion is insanity!

Or so we thought, soon the rabble and mobs begain to stir, more and more decenters refused to sent members into the National Assmebly and soon what was insanity became the rallying cry for the peasentry. On a dark night the mob massed around Edinburgh. I saw them from my window at the Lord Lyon's Court, i heard their chants 'down with the King!' they cried. Then, just like a bolt of lighting, they stormed the Palace of Hollyroodhouse, fire danced off its towers.

It was if my mind could not process what I was watching, the mob, the rabble, the unwashed masses in the most Royal of places. I could see the shadows of hammers and pitchforks dancing off their tourch lights. I orderd what little staff was still at the Court to lock away the most important of documents within the vast vaults below and we locked and barred the windows. I took with me the most important document, a book. Its the King of Arms personal book, passed from one King of Arms to the next. Within it held all the Coat of Arms of Scotland, the entire history of a nation within its leather covers. We fled like criminals in the night, I heading for my Clanman's Seat within the Highlands. I was encoutered shortly after leaving Edinburgh by a group of riders, these where not the unwashed masses I saw in the streets, but disenfranchized clans men who where the masters of the puppets. Taken back to the Castle of Edinburgh in shakles and thrown into a dark, dank chamber far away from sunlight, I could still smell the chard embers of the Palace a short distance away. Time seemed to stop within that place of horrors. I was soon told that i was to be tried, for Treason aginst the Republic of Scotland. The notion made me laugh but soon i was drug forth from that dark place into the streets, put on display like some creature, mocked and pelted with rocks and rotten food by the peasentry. I was taken to the former chambers of the National Assembly where i was placed forth a tribunal. It was a show, dear aunt, a mockery of justice. Good and honourable clansmen who I knighted, who putforth their names to the King for Title and Lands stood there, eyes at the floor, at my trial. Men who i have never seen or heard of before sat as judges, the verdict already known by all parties. My time and service to the Crown and the Nation where enditements of my crime.

I had come later to find out that the King was set about by that hidious mob, he was tossed like a rag doll and his head was severed by peasents in the streets. The blade they tried to use was so aged and dull it took three swings to cut his head from his body, Jah rest his soul. Furthermore the King having no sons of himself, had appointed me Heir Apprent of the Crown, and futhermore in my station as Lord Lyon King of Arms, was the last standing vestage of Royal Authority within the nation. My sentance, Death by hanging till half dead, my bowls to be cut from by body and burnt before me, my limbs to be torn from my body and my head to be cut off. My rage was so great, i shouted at the Knights, the Nobles, the Chiefs who shook my hand and wished me good cheer so recently, men like that have no soul, no honor, no name.

I was returned to the dark, dank chamber till the next morn. When the time came, the rage had not left me, i set on the guards, overpowering them and bashing them with my castiron chains, although the blood has long since been washed off, it will always stain my mind.

I ran, stold a horse and rode. Rode till i could not ride, and then rode more. South, always south

His mouth was dry and hand clentched in balls of anger, his tea cup shaked as he picked it up to releif his thurst

Gwaine was tired but glad to be back among family. Even if he didn't know them all that well. With his mother's help he dismounted and took out the pups from his saddle bag and handed her one. They both carried some of the other things the pups needed like the pen and water dishes. Once they were inside he managed to take what his mother had and take it to the Great Room and set the things up by the fire.

His mother went off to check on the man named Gabriel, whom for some reason he didn't trust. He wasn't sure if he himself had seen something or if what he had seen in the man's pain filled gaze towards his mother was real. Nor was he sure she saw it.

He heard her come in by the sound of her footsteps but he didn't look up or turn to look at her. Instead he continued to play with Copper and Lily. It didn't take Sir Drestakil and Gina to join them and to his surprise Gabriel joined them shortly there after. The man was like a ball that bounced. How he could be up and walking around already he had no idea.

Curiosity got the better of Gwaine and he looked towards Gabriel when he sat on the sofa. He still looked tired and bruised. He still hand a lot to lean about men and the meaning of so many different things.

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He watched Gabriel approach and sit by him in awe. Gwaine hadn't expected it and wasn't sure quite what to make of it. He looked to his mother for reassurance and received the typical nod and smile she would give him. If she wasn't worried he shouldn't be.

"I'm glad to be home. I am tired and looking forward to seeing my little brother and sister's" he answered honestly

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Gwaine looked a Gabriel strangely. It was a rather strange question and at first he wasn't sure how to respond. He had seen so much in his short life and he had to remember that Gabriel wasn't to know that unless he told him. Not wanting to be disrespectful he said,

"It was worth it and I am sure it won't be my last and I hope to be able to have my siblings join me when they are as old as me."

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That's my dad's fault.... he thought to himself, as he remembered the nights his mother wept over her shattered heart. Never had he seen her so weak and fragile and despite it being in the past now he never wanted her to go through something like that again.

For a moment he glanced at his mother whom was looking like her radiant self and he smiled. She was stronger for all that she had gone though. He owed and admired her for so much.

"I admit that I have had some growing more than most but I know I am still a kid. However, no matter what I will do what I can for my mum."

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Silence seemed to have have fallen into the room as Sara sat with Gina and Drest. She wasn't in the mood for a drink just yet so she just sat silently. Periodically she would glance over at Gwaine and watch him with the pups. She grew intrigued when Gabriel went to sit with him.

Gwaine seemed to perk up a little and relax. Sara realized that the trip more than likely took a lot out of him. It was nice however to see him interacting with Gabriel. When Gabriel rejoined them she smiled towards him in thanks for giving Gwaine someone to talk to.
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Thanks Kenna for this lovely holiday gift.

Gabriel tossed and turned, he had falled into a deep sleep now that he was in a place that was safe.

Images of Scotland floated though his mind, the hard won fights in the chambers of the Consititutional Convention, the meetings late into the night with members, the candles buring low while passionate speeches are where made. His mind flashed to the aged and beauitful chambers of the Lyon's Court, the moonlight filling his office while he scribbled off letters and had stacks of tables and charts. Times back then where good, his work was honest and the nation was new and had an air of possibility. Just as the darkness that came with the overcast clouds, the gathering of the masses outside the windows of the Lyons Court. The streets filled with people who where enraged and the spite in their chants could be heard at Gabriel's Estate outside the Scottish captail city. Insitutions that he helped to be established where being torn down and soon a dark reign of terror swept the nation, he became an outlaw in his own nation.

His mind recalls as clearly as the daylight the day inwhich he was arrested, Treason? his mind could not wrap itself around it, he was imprisioned and beaten, thrown into a dark hole to be forgotten about, far away from the light of truth and reason. Gabriel was hauled infront of a trial, a mockery of justice and soon things that where points of pride where hurled at him as inditments for a crime. Again he was returned to the darkness, his mind constently repeting his sentance, Death; to be hung until half dead, his entrails to be cut from his body and burnt before his living eyes, his limbs to be torn from his body and finally, his head to be severed for the crowds enjoyment. When the time came for this to happen, his body took over, anger filled within him the likes of which he had never known before. Before he realized what he had done, the guards lay dead, and blood covered him. He had committed murder, he had broke the most important vow to Jah, he killed a creature that he had promised to love and guide. He ran, ran as fast as his legs could take him, far away from a nation that had abandoned him and blamed him for their ills.

The nightmare of what his life had become was too much for Gabriel to take, he jolted up from the bed in which is lay, startling the sevents tending to his broken and battered body, cold sweat drenched his body.

What? Hun? oh right...i'm home now he muttered to himself. His wounds had been dressed and the little sleep had renewed him. He thanked the servents for their quick work and dressed in the new set of cloths they had provided for him. He made his way every so carefully into the Great Room where Dres and Gina where. He smiled at the sight of Gina, it had been so long since they have seen eachother, he embraced her long, and walked over to one of the sofas in the room and poured himself a cup of tea.

He raised his glass To Family and took a sip of the tea Now, tell me what I have missed He looked between Dres and Gina and noticed an awkard look on Dres face Have I interupted something?

"Well, after traipsing through the countryside for days, fighting off bandits, saving fair damsels in distress and pulling the sword from the stone, I should think so." He sighed, "It's always nice to be home, though. Even if I don't know all the house customs."

A servant entered the room carrying a tray with cups and a teapot on it. Drestakil counted the cups...one, two, three...and frowned, "Although, you would think that SOME customs would have been communicated to the servants just in case a certain someone visited and asked for refreshment. You would THINK that certain preferences in that matter would have been made known."

Should he tell Gina that he had asked Sara Jane's permission to court her? Probably not right now...one shock at a time. It would be a shock to most of the family that Uncle Drestakil was courting someone. The other shock would be who that someone was.
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She watched in numb shock as the servants did their job. Gabe was a mess, thought it seemed Sara and Drest had done a good job of cleaning his wounds prior to coming here.
She listened as he explained how they came to be in Gabe's company, but it was as if she were hearing it all in a dream. She couldn't wrap her head around the fact that Gabe was alive!
Drest steered her into the Great Room and she sat beside Sara. She still wasn't sure she could find her voice.
What broke her silence was the next words out of Drest's mouth:

She couldn't help herself, but she started laughing! Nervous laughter she was sure, but laughter nonetheless. "I'm sure we can have someone round some up for you Cousin."
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| Countess of Arden | Herald of Arms of the CoH | Member of the RHA |

Several weeks later....

With the seal, she poured the wax and set it, allowing it to cool. An hour later the letter was on it's way to Lichfield. Kenna spent the day at the castle, guiding Mary from room to room saying "No no. Ah Ah ah.. come here. That's a good girl.. OH! don't touch that, it's sharp" and cursing Uncle Drest for leaving his knives lay about.
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A few days is little to wait for answers when it's been so long already, he said in response to her offer to take him to the records. It will give me time to get a few more things done around my shop.

He stood as she did, then felt a blush rise to his face as she kissed his cheeks. He could feel the warmth of friendship as well as kin exude from her embrace. A good quality indeed, he said, replying in kind with a kiss on each of Kenna's cheeks.

They walked toward the door together as she asked about him. I know you are a weaver by trade right? What else can you tell me?

Well, I thought it was merely a fortunate happenstance when I moved from Shrewsbury to Ludlow, and found the property where I set up my shop, and the cottage down the road attached to my fields. The couple that lived there were happy to have me take over the place, and I was so appreciative, I hired them both to help me out. Cranston has been a great help with my workshop and my sheep, and Ezzy... is just amazing, looking after my goods, cooking for us, keeping me organized. It was like they had known me all along.

It wasn't until after my nightmare last night... the memory of my attack on the road... that I found out why. They were the ones who helped me recover. He related the story Ezzy had told him while she calmed him the night before, then shook his head, still a bit bewildered. I'm still amazed that it's such a small world, and I could have found them like that. He took a breath and shook his head. It's like finding two families all in the same day.

Reynhard stopped at the door and looked at Kenna as he pulled his cloak around his shoulders. Other than that, there's not much to tell. My life around here has been most uneventful. That's why I'm so anxious to find out about my past. Who knows what I was like before?

As he said his goodbyes and headed out the door, back toward his shop, he thought about the second dream he'd had the night before, about being in that rowdy tavern. Could it be he had been a cad before his attack? Was that what had prompted it... or was it something to do with the man Gina and Drest had eluded to? Perhaps his trip to the heraldry college in a few days would answer that.

It was so hard to see him strain, to watch him try and recover his memories. Kenna looks at him honestly and explains as best as she can.

"Gina and I began gathering records shortly after we met. They were scattered all about England and had never really been looked after in quite awhile. The county's clerk of Plymouth was a frail withered old man and he'd put many of them together himself over the years. He'd said at one time our family's heraldry was originally last held by Roger and his wife Ana before they decided to hire his uncle to oversee the task. He mentioned to me on a second visit that there were wars and famine, sickness. I got the impression that this would be during the time that the family branched out and lost touch. When the rouges came through town they often targeted the churches first, setting them on fire he said. No one was there with enough vested interest to truly protect our history. After our private meeting, I had good intentions. However, Gina wasn't always able to travel and neither was I, so we've not found much more to add since. As you can see the recording of births and deaths are quite collected for a stretch of time. Then it branches wide and fades" she traced her finger across the page " and from everyone I have met in England their families are much the same. We've all been blessed with many cousins, some we never knew about" she looked at him and smiled genuinely "I really wish I could be of more help. If you think you'd like to come with me, we could visit the College mid week together and go through the scrolls I have in our halls? If nothing else you could learn more about.. well you could learn more about your family" she said, reaching out to touch his hand.

"I believe what you say to be true, you know. It is tragic what happened, but with this proof now at least you know who you are and everything you have to face in the future will not be as lonely when you have family to support you. I did not suffer injury as you have which made me forget, but I was young and on my own. I was told I was abandoned at birth, but that's another story I can tell you sometime. I don't care what anyone tells you though, knowing where you came from puts everything into a center for you, gives you a perspective on life. But really, you poor soul! A Mortimer.." she shook her head candidly "..you could have done better for yourself, I think" she kidded, aiming to lighten the seriousness of the moment.
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Reynhard stepped into the warmth of the room, sliding his cloak from his shoulders and hanging it from a hook by the door.

Tea would be wonderful, thank you, he said, reaching for a cup and pouring from the pot, watching the steam rise, filling his nostrils with the aroma of the steeped leaves within.

He sat in a chair across from Kenna, his eyes barely glancing at the child quitely playing in the corner.

My visit may seem somewhat unorthodox, I suppose, he began, not sure quite how to proceed. I'm not sure how much of my history you know. He gave a quick overview of his memories of waking in the infirmary, and his life so far here in Ludlow. Until recenlty, I had no recollection of what came before... no memory of who I was even. He sipped the tea, feeling the warmth of it spread through his chest. Until just yesterday. Reynhard reached into his pocket and pulled out the broken chain, the locket still attached. He held it out for Kenna to examine.

You see, I've had this around my neck the whole time, but until a fortuitous accident yesterday, could not get it open. He watched as she clicked the clasp, the two halves of the locket unfolding to reveal their contents. Just by chance, a man had come into my shop, and was there when it happened. He took me to your cousin's home, Lady Gina Sutton, and they told me the crest inside proves I'm ... a Mortimer. But it was the picture etched opposite, that brought my memories back. He paused, still getting used to saying it out loud. My name is Cedric. Cedric Mortimer. And the words etched below the picture are what my mother used to call me. 'Petite Renard." It must have been what I was ranting while I had my fever, why they gave me that as my name.

He related how the memories had come back to him there in Gina's sitting room, that he rememebered his mother's name and his grandfather's, but not much else. The only other things I can vaguely recall now, came from dreams I had last night... dreams of my attack on the road. The attack that gave me this... He lifted the whisp of hair above his left eye, pulling it all the way back to reveal a jagged scar, a healed gash that he now knew came from the sword hilt weilded by the cloaked and hooded figure in his dream.

It seems so strange to even ask this. I came here, hoping you could tell me more of my own story. The cup shaking in his trembling fingers, he sipped some more of the tea, his eyes looking hopefully between Kenna's face and the locket she held in her hand. Lady Gina told me you keep the family records... that you might be able to help me fill in some of the missing pieces.

Kenna sat down the blanket she was mending, still quite unsatisfied with the stitch, she scowled at it as she walked away.

Pulling the door in to show who was standing there at the threshold she aimed at making her greeting with a smile.

"Reynhard, what a pleasant surprise! Please come in and join me by the fire. I just put on a log and I have some tea out on the table there if you like" she stepped back to let him in and closed the door. Mary went on playing with her carved horse, not even interested that they now had a guest.

Molly came into the house by way of the pantry entrance and was knocking the mud from her old boots, muttering something about dirt and the devils. She absentmindedly hung her cloak on a rack and went to putting away the goods she'd been carrying in a sack. Then she disappeared into a room, only nodding politely as she passed by.

"Are you well sir? You have reason to call or is this a friendly visit?" Kenna asked as she took her seat again and laid the blanket across her lap. She did not stitch, but waited to see why he looked so at odds or was it confused?
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How could he be this fortunate? Luck never came his way. Even games of chance cost him more than he ever won. So, how had he stumbled upon such an opportunity.

A Mortimer.

Ignatius Casimir had sworn to track them all down… one by one… He’d raved about it on many an occasion. And now, here was one, on the lonely Road between Ludlow and Shrewsbury, ripe for the picking.

His hood still hiding his face, as it had done in the tavern the night before, he stood and waited, out of sight.

It had been a long wait, so far. He should have known. The amount this Mortimer had drunk last night would preclude an early start to his travels. Now, near dusk, almost to Shrewsbury’s gates, he realized he’d gotten too much of a head start.

But his patience was paying off. He could hear snow crunching footsteps approaching. A lone pair of feet. He smiled.

Peering out from behind the tree, he could see the young man who had been boasting loudly in the tavern. Slipping his sword quietly from its sheath, he just knew this would be easy. A few crunching steps of his own, as his target rounded the bend in the road, and suddenly they were face to face.

Easy pickin’s, he thought, raising his sword to swing.

But the young man was agile, dodging the blow with the reflexes of a fox. A moment later, a shoulder in his midsection, pushing him backward, the hooded man staggered, but managed to stay upright.

Bringing his sword hand back down, the hilt connected with a crack, knocking his prey to the ground, bloodying his temple. A boot in the ribs for good measure, turned him face up, the better to bring the blade down into his chest. Lifting the sword with both hands, point straight down, he put his weight behind the thrust.

But again, the fox like reflexes rolled his quarry out of the way of harm, the blade biting the frozen ground, sending a shudder through his whole body.

A moment to get his bearings, then the realization his prey was still rolling, over the lip of the roadbed. Reaching quickly, the hooded man grabbed at the front of the young man’s cloak, his hands latching onto the brooch holding the garment closed. A rip. The momentum of the tumbling body too much for the pin to hold, and then he was gone.

The hooded man stood and watched as the body tumbled and pitched down the steep slope of the roadside, leaving streaks of blood and bits of clothing in the brush and on the rocks before coming to rest half submerged in the river.

He waited, watching for any movement. Nothing. Stillness. He knew he should climb down and make sure, but with the bitter cold and the approaching night, what the freezing water didn’t accomplish, he knew, the hungry animals in these woods surely would.

He looked down at the trinket in his hand. The Mortimer crest, as plain as day, etched in the polished silver, the back pin still clinging to a small piece of a now tattered and bloodied cloak.

He smiled to himself. How COULD he be so fortunate? He felt his luck turning, as he pocketed his prize and slid quietly across the bridge, into Shrewsbury. Ignatius must be told of his good fortune. But first, he would find a tavern with a card table. Perhaps he could actually win a few hands before he went on to inform his master that one more Mortimer was no more.

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Reynhard made his way slowly through the Ludlow streets to the front of his shop. He hardly heard the bell tinkle as he opened the door, but his shop mistress did.

"Oh good, you're back," Ezzy said, as he made his way quickly toward the stairs leading up to his office on the next floor and his small apartment above that. As she took the cloak from around his shoulders, she looked at his face, creased with concern. "Is everything all right?"

"Hm?" Reynhard looked up to see Ezzy's worried expression. His hand slipped the locket and broken chain from the pocket of his cloak as she pulled it from his shoulders. "Oh, I'm sorry, Ezzy. My thoughts were elsewhere." As he watched her hang his cloak on the hook on the wall, he grabbed the railing of the stairs and started up. "Would you bring me up a cup of tea, please?"

"Right away," she said, smiling, but still concerned.

On the second floor, Reynhard found his handyman, Cranston, poking at the fire in the hearth by his desk. "Ah, good to see you back, sir. Can I get you anything?"

"No, thank you, Cranston," he answered, dropping himself heavily into the chair behind his desk. "Ezzy's bringing up some tea."

"Pardon my saying so, sir but... you look like you've seen a ghost."

Reynhard looked up at the older man on the other side of his desk. "In a manner of speaking, I suppose I have." He watched as Ezzy came up the stairs carrying a tray with tea pot, and three cups. "I believe I know who I am." He didn't notice as the pair exchanged glances, before Ezzy set the tray down.

"That's wonderful, sir. How did you find out?" she said, pouring the dark liquid into the cups.

He related the story of breaking open the locket and following his customer to the Sutton Estate, and all that transpired there. He laid the locket on his desk, open, and let them each look inside, at the strangely shaped token with the stylized M in the centre on one half, and the etching of the young fox and the words engraved on the other half.

"Petite Renard" Ezzy read out loud, her French not half bad. "That's lovely."

"It's what my mother used to call me," he said, the memory returning in the same rush it had in Lady Gina's sitting room. "I remember now."

"Cedric Mortimer," Cranston repeated the name, feeling the weight of it and the significance of what he knew of that family. "I suppose we'll have to change the name on the sign over the shop door, now," he said quietly, stroking his chin in contemplation.

"Not just yet," Reynhard said with a sigh. "I'm still me, for the time being." As he finished his tea, Reynhard stood and headed toward the stairs again. "I have so much more to discover. All I have now are brief glimpses of who I was. I need some rest. There's someone I need to see in the morning." He grabbed the railing and made his way up to his bed chamber in the loft.

Reynhard listened to the advice Drest gave him about talking with Kenna, and nodded in agreement.

If Lady Kenna has all the family records, I'm sure she can help me fill in the blanks. He took a deep breath, trying to comprehend all that had happened in the last few hours. Just having you walk into my shop, gave me more than I could have hoped for from anyone. You've given me my life back. He looked over at the garment draped over the back of the Drest's chair. For that... the doublet is on me. Please take it with my compliments, and my gratitude.

As Drest stood, Reynhard did too, waiting his turn to thank the lady of the house for her hospitality. He smiled at the notion of her knowing 'everyone in England,' though looking at her stately countenance, he was somehow did not doubt the truth in the exagerated words. He took her hand when she offered it, kissing her knuckles.

I feel blessed to have made the aquaintance of a cousin I had no idea I even had, until now. He felt the presence of the locket in his own hand when he released hers, and looked down at the trinket, amazed that it held such passion for these people.

Squeezing it tight he said, I can understand your trepidation now that I've heard all you've had to say. It is always wise to be cautious when it comes to persons unknown. Escpecially when the unkown person... doesn't even know himself. He tucked the silver pendant and broken chain back into his tunic.

I must head back to my shop, but I will seek out Lady Kenna tomorrow, after I've had a night's sleep... if sleep will even come to me. Reynhard's head was spinning, as much from the ale and scotch, as from all he'd uncovered in such a short time. If I have any further questions after I've looked over her information, would it be all right if I call upon you again?

Drestakil started laughing out loud, then said, "I am 'up to ' nothing. I need to go to the courthouse in Evesham. I am sure our favorite person is still in residence. His trial has been held up for one thing and another."

Drest glanced at Reynhard, "Just so you know, our favorite person is anything but...his name is Ignatius Casimir. He has been a major thorn in the side of this family for what seems like cosmic ages. His last escapade resulted in his being thrown into jail and now he's on trial."

He sipped his ale thoughtfully, "Yes, Kenna would be the one to talk to about your family tree, Reynhard. She has family records going back generations. It's all there, who's related to who, who married who and when...she lives here in town. But, you probably already knew that."
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She watched the young man as his memory flooded forth, her heart going out to him. How dreadful it must be to not know who you are. To not have any recollection of your past. She felt so bad for him. But she was still skeptical. Only because she did not want to be so gullible as before, and have this slap her in the face as well.
She listened as he told his tale, or what he knew of it, and heard the name "Richard, Duke of...". She furrowed her brows in thought, and said, "I'm sure all of that would be listed on our family tree." And then when Drest mentioned telling the family, especially Kenna, she spoke up. "Aye, Kenna is the Mortimer Herald for the College of Heraldry, so she will have access to our family records. She will be able to help figure this out, I'm sure."
When he mentioned "business at the courthouse", and their "favorite person in residence", her heart skipped a beat. She looked sternly at Drest, wondering what business he could have with him. Why would Drest want to visit Casimir? Being up front with him was always best, she had learned, so she asked him point blank, "Cousin, what are you up to?"
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Drestakil sat, watching, sympathizing with, and for, the young man. To have regained what was his life, his past, and now his future, in one short period of time had to be an emotional highpoint. He leaned forward and put his hand on Reynhard's shoulder, "Come, come...sit up and take a breath. Drink some of this," and he handed Reynhard a small glass of the scotch.

"Hmmmm, I suppose I should call you Cedric now," Drest said and smiled. "Who are your parents? Where did you live?...and how did you come to be in the infirmary here in Ludlow?"
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He claims to not know how he came to have the token. Should she believe him? So much pain had come to their family that she found it hard to trust anyone anymore. But, Drest, ever the more calm one in sticky situations, was less accusatory than she had been. As they sat, and Drest asked Liza to bring drinks, Gina spoke up and said, "Nay, this time, Liza, bring me some of Lord Sutton's best Scotch." Looking at the surprised look on Drest's face, she said, "Don't look at me like that. I believe I deserve it after seeing what this man has in his possession!" Looking back at Reynhard, she said, "I do apologize for my outburst, but it is as my cousin speaks. The last gentleman, and I use that term very loosely, to carry a medallion with the Mortimer Crest on it, claimed to be my brother, long lost, and it turns out, he lied, and was involved with a very bad man who only wishes to cause harm to our family. So for you to come to us today with this crest...well it rattled me. Now, please, do tell us what you know."
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"Let's sit down and you can tell us how you came to have this locket. It's not so much the locket as what is inside it. The crest on one side is the crest of the Mortimer Family."

As they sat down, Drestakil asked Liza to bring something for them to drink, "...and I'm sure Lady Gina would appreciate tea. I'm guessing Reynhard would like something a little stronger...ale, perhaps?"

"The last person who showed up claiming to be one of the family wasn't quite what he seemed. However, he came to us with his claim. You, on the other hand, had no idea what it was and made no move to claim a relationship. If I hadn't looked at it, you would have remained clueless."
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As he pulled the locket from his tunic, she took it from him, and examined it. It was slightly cool. The side she was looking at it had an intricate design, and as she looked closer she could see it was that of a small fox. There was writing underneath the fox, but it was in a different language, French, it looked to be. She read it out loud, as best she could with her little knowledge of the French language. "Petite Renard".
Then she turned it over and looked at the other side, never prepared for what she saw. Her breath caught in her throat. She looked up at the two men quickly, and her suspicions taking over, she glared at the newcomer. "Where did you get this? How did this come to be in your possession?" She knew she sounded harsh, but the last young man that showed them a token in his possession was Jarlath, and he had claimed to be her long lost brother, when all along he was in association with Ignatius Casimir, and had been involved in the mayhem of "that night", as she had come to refer to it.
She looked back up at him, and said, "Come on, out with it. Where did you get this??"
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Gina would be there. Juliyn and Richard he had just left at the workout room. Liza and Rose...Cheebly? Well, he'd see when they got there. It wasn't far and soon Drestakil entered the Estate, followed by a somewhat puzzled young tailor.

Liza was coming down the hall as he entered, "Ah, Liza," said Drest, "if you could escort us to Lady Gina?" Liza smiled, nodded and turned to bring them to the main room. Gina was sitting in one of the chairs, reading a book. She lowered it when Drestakil and Reynhard came in.

"Lady Gina Sutton, I would like to present Reynhard, owner of Ye Olde Level 1 Taylor Shoppe in Ludlow." He turned to Reynhard, "If you could do me a favor...could you show the Lady the locket you showed me?"
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Reynhard allowed his customer a look at his locket. Who knew, maybe he could make something of it that would jog his memory.

I don't remember anything before last winter, but the people who nursed me back to health said I was wearing it when I was brought to them.

Reynhard sighed. I'm afraid not. I keep hoping something will jar my memories loose... that someone will recognize me. I watch the faces going by outside my shop. I study the people who come in to buy my wares... nothing.

He watched as the man studied the design inside the small trinket. Did he see something familiar? Could he know what it means? Reynhard swallowed the last of his brandy, trying to wash his hope down with it, keep it from rising up only to be dashed as it had so many times before. The sound of Ezzy returning with the altered doublet broke his trance, and he realized his customer was speaking to him.

He felt the man hook his elbow and lead him toward the stairs.

Yes, of course, he stammered. I'm always interested in meeting new clients.

Certainly. I'd be glad to accompany you. He watched as the man took the garment and draped it over his arm as they made their way toward the door. As Reynhard grabbed his cloak from the hook on the wall, he turned to see Ezzy smiling.

Don't worry, sir. I'll keep an eye on things while you're gone.

I know you will. Thank you, Ezzy. He turned to his patron as he wrapped the cloak around his shoulders. Shall we be on our way?

They stepped out of the shop to the sound of the bell over the door tinkling and Reynhard followed as the man lead the way to Sutton Estate.

Drestakil accepted the brandy. He caught a glimpse of the inside of the locket. "Do you mind if I look at your locket? I have something of an eye for metals and yours looks interesting."

Reynhard stretched out his hand, the locket and chain in it. Drest picked it out of his hand and looked at the locket closely. He took an especially long look at the crest on one side of the locket.

"You say you've had this locket a long time? Do you remember who gave it to you? Sorry, it slipped my mind...you've lost your memory. You don't remember your parents, your childhood, anything like that?"

Drestakil chuckled to himself, "Once again, I apologize. Of course you don't remember any of that." He handed the locket and chain back to Reynhard. Drest reached into the fitting room and recovered his mantle and cloak.

"I would like to invite you to Sutton Estates. I have several family members who would enjoy meeting a tailor of your abilities." He took Reynhard's elbow and guided him down the stairs. "I see your lady is done with the doublet. I would definitely like to buy it, but, unfortunately, I don't have enough money on me. Another reason to go to the Suttons."

Drest took the doublet from the woman's grasp, draped it over his arm and steered Reynhard out the door.

"Yes," he said, looking at the garment, "I'm absolutely positive there are several in the family who would like to meet you." Saying that, he guided the bewildered young tailor down the street.
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Drestakil entered the shop. It was warm inside, odors of fabric, dyes, wood, different threads hung in the air. The hilt of his sword caught the bell hanging above the door and flipped it, making a small clinking, tingling sound. 'So much for the surprise attack,' thought Drest, chuckling to himself.

The young man had his back turned to Drest, who walked over to the doublet hanging in the window. It was a soft, green fabric, laced down the front. This would be perfect under his mantle. Drest wasn't sure he had enough money on his person, but if not, he could probably borrow some from Gina and Dran. He turned just as the young man turned toward Drest. They almost bumped into each other. Drest smiled, stepped back and said, "Pardon me, but I would like to know how much you are asking for the doublet?"
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At #40 Mill Street in the town of Ludlow, there is a weaver shop.



It is a simple place. The windows on the left of the door look in on the workshop, providing light for the looms and workbenches, but also allowing passers-by to see the work being done. To the right of the door, the windows illuminate the finished product, providing ample sunshine to the shop, and the clothing within.

In that front window, on this winter's day, the proprietor, a man known around town only as Reynhard, puts the finishing touches on the display facing the street. Hanging from the rack is his latest creation; a doublet of the softest black leather, with wool accents, dyed a striking green with a leaf pattern weaved intricately through the material. It is wrapped over a white cambric shirt, above a pair of dark breeches, tucked into high boots. The whole ensemble resembles a man, oddly headless, standing there for all the town to see as they pass by.

You've outdone yourself, sir, the shop matron commented, helping Reynhard straighten the fabric, as he stooped to align the boots on the platform that was set in front of the window, bringing that portion of the floor up to the level of the glass panes.

Thank you, Ezzy, Reynhard smiled, looking up and down the length of the display, checking to see if there was even one stitch out of place. I am rather proud of this one.

As you should be, Ezzy answered. You've become a fine craftsman in your short time here. The number of customers who walk out of this shop satisfied should make any man proud of his work..

Reynhard smiled to himself. He knew he shouldn't allow pride to swell his head, but looking over his latest creation, he felt blessed to be living the life he was here in Ludlow.

It hadn't been that long ago that he'd awakened from a fever that had claimed his memories. How he'd come to be in an infirmary bed, how long he'd lain there... even who he was, had all been wiped clean from his mind. All that his attendants had told him was the only word they could discern from his fevered ranting... "renard". Unsure of it's significance, whether a first name, a last name, or even a name at all... when he was well enough to be released from the hospice, it had been given to him as his only name. The monk who had signed his papers had written it with a bit of a flare, R-e-y-n-h-a-r-d, the down-stroke on the y and the up-stroke on the h, both curling in opposite directions. It seemed an odd spelling of the name, but he'd liked the way it looked on the parchment, and, now, a year later, he'd had it stencilled exactly the same way, under the word Proprietor, on the sign over his new shop door.

Straightening up, a flash caught his attention. Sunlight sparkling off the pendant that had loosened itself from the folds of his shirt. It was his only piece of jewellery, a locket, sealed shut, unyielding to any attempt he made at prying it open. It had been hanging from a sturdy chain around his neck when he'd awakened from his fever. He took it between his fingers, turning it over, feeling frustrated by its secrets. He sighed and tucked it back into his tunic.

Hearing the sound of townsfolk moving about on the street outside the panes of glass behind him, he turned his head to see a face staring back at him. He gave an impish grin to the potential patron, then stepped down off the window casement, waiting for the sound of the tiny bell he'd hung above the front door, to tinkle as it was opened to admit his next visitor.

Drestakil smiled as Richard rose and chuckled when he said "You're not half as scary as you look" and patted Drest's back. Still mumbling, mostly incoherent, Richard made his way out the door, leaving it open. Drest could hear him shuffling uncertainly down the hall.

It had been a long time since Drest had had a chance to just sit and chat. Richard was a good man. Inexperienced, maybe, but the time might come when that would help him.

He sighed. It seemed to him that there was trouble on the way. Somehow he could feel it...a dark, formless cloud moving toward him. No, not toward HIM, but toward the family.

One would think the family had been through enough, but he was beginning to wonder if whatever gods there were had something against the Mortimer Family. There were too many missing who had been here at one time. THAT NIGHT...he even capitalized the words in his mind. Casimir and his men had tried to destroy the family.

Drest looked at his hands. It didn't show outwardly, but he could see the blood. Men and women had died that night, some by his blades.

Drest rose and walked over to the open window. He stood there looking out at the dark countryside spreading out from the castle walls. He breathed in the night air, cool and fresh. The sky was bright and clear, a dark blue background pierced by fiery points of light. He listened. It was so quiet. The only sounds were the breeze through the trees, the stream moving noisily along, horsed moving in their stalls.

He walked over and picked up the empty ale bottle and took it downstairs to be refilled. Hooking a couple more bottles under his arm he went back to his room, pulled a map out and filled his mug. It was going to be a long night.
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Richard smiled a broad enlightened smile. The man seemed to know just what to say to set things straight. The only thing he'd done wrong was give Richard ale and tell him to drink it. By now the room seemed swollen or.. was it his bladder? He couldn't tell which but thanks to the warm fuzzy feeling he'd developed in the last hour, he didn't much care either.

So he answered Drest's remark with a "Cheers" and then finished off the last refill in his mug, standing slowly. He was feeling perfectly well into having a good go of a nap. If he sat a minute longer he might fall asleep sitting up. Swaying as he walked a few steps he smirked a drunks smirk and said "You're a right nice man Drest, right nice" he repeated "You're not half as scary as you look" he pat him on the back "thank you for the proper chat but I better be off to bed now. We should do thish a again shometime" he says, turning through the door now to go.

All the way down the hall he leaned against the wall as he walked, the corridor seeming to be miles long instead of minutes. He fumbled out into the darkness through a door that let to the gardens, leaving for the stables to check on his horse. He couldn't remember now if he'd put him in there or if he'd even brought him. He ducked and dodged through the bushes, hearing strange voices in the night. When he was closer to the trees and the field he began to call out in a hushed whisper.

"Horse... Horse.." wait he'd not come that way "oh what's his name?" he mumbled. Inside the stable everything was quiet. A few snickers of the other horses and a snort or two, but none he recognized. He wondered which of these beasts belonged to Drest but none of them looked like what he would imagine. Besides everything he looked at seemed smaller and more blurred than he remembered.

All the stable hands were probably in bed. In fact, everyone with any sense should be sleeping, he thought, pausing to scratch his belly with lazy disinterest.

The name suddenly came to him when he focused on something stomping the ground just ahead of him.

"Aw Mister Heffer, I've looked all over for you" he crooned, rushing over to greet his steed. Only Richard Bagwell BoCock would name his horse after a cow. But in all fairness, it was black and white and reminded him of the ones he'd seen in countryside.

He plopped down on the mess of clean hay against the stable wall.

"I think it's too late to go home, Mister Heffer" he told the horse "I think I couldn't be bothered with it. We'd better stay here, sleep it off, and go in the morning" he closed his eyes and yawned.

Mister Heffer never replied. He could care less. He'd not been the one drinking till near dawn so he'd be good enough either way.

Slowly Richard got comfortable, slid down in the hay and curled up. Before a few minutes passed he was snoring softly, dreaming of traveling the world on adventures he would never dare take if he were awake.

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Richard let his mug be filled willingly and as Drest talked he realized this was one of those times in a mans life when important things could be discussed. He'd not really been old enough as a kid to bond in such a way with his father, never had uncles who took him along, his grandfather had died early on. No man other than Bart had really ever treated him as an equal.

He sat a little straighter and looked at the uncle a little different than he had before. Married once, obviously a long time ago by the looks of his life now. It was hard not to wonder what might have happened. Even as a stranger he felt better off for even knowing one part of this family, better even still for not being their enemy, but belonging to them would be hard to walk away from.

He found it amusing when Drest said "Trust me...marriage is not the worst thing that could happen, I've been married and it was definitely not that" and he watched the older man scan the room as if he were looking for what he'd lost or maybe he was looking at all the things he'd collected, where he'd been.

The room was full of things Richard had never seen, weapons, old papers rolled tight and loose, and just like in the Prince's library, an assorted collection of books.

"Hmm? Why am I?" he was enjoying the ale now, relaxing instead of being so tense and on edge.

"It might be because Scotland was my first time away from home. All I had ever known before that was the social affairs hosted by my various aunts to which I played no part in other than to watch others from my own seat. I'm not a poet or a scholar, I'm no warrior or swords man, and to be true, Lord Drest, I am not really sure what I am" he finished. It was true. He could not think of one thing he was good at.

Just like this evening, he'd not even been able to wash his hands with out nearly breaking the basin. At least in Scotland he'd managed to survive long enough to find purpose. Even though Bart was often advising him again and again, the man had been patient and trusting. He was never angry with Richard, not even the day he'd left the grain sitting near the cattle pen. Bart's best animal had swollen up and nearly died from trying to eat all 11 bags of grain that morning.

No one, not even Bart, blamed him for the barn fire that had almost killed the horses this spring. It had been hard to explain that he'd taken a nap in the hay because he was exhausted. It had looked so comfortable and so inviting. He'd convinced himself he'd only just lay there for a minute, putting the lantern just beside him. A field mouse, smaller than the thick of his thumb had wriggled it's way into his pants leg while he napped. From the shock and surprise, he'd lept up, knocked the wick and oil over, and sent the whole place up into flames.

Bart had laughed, well only after hearing the whole story. It was only because he knew and expected Richard to struggle. They had spent the better part of a year repairing his mistakes and fumbles. But "you have to start somewhere" Bart had said "no one person can be perfect all the time".

"I spend so much time worrying over messing up that I do anyway. Things have always been harder for me to do. So I'm afraid.." he told him " I suppose" he took a drink.

"How do you do it? You seem not to be afraid anything.." Richard asks.

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Smiling mischievously, she shook her head and took his drink again, walking away to sit it on the stone ledge. She could sense him watching and turned to catch his gaze. It had been a long time since they had been alone like this, in a garden, at night.

She returned to his side with softness to her touch, pushing her open palmed hand into his large rough hand. She did the same with her other, and crossed their finger, entwining them together.

"I'd rather not pass or fail your tests, sir, I'd rather you tell me about that night a very long time ago" she began "at Combe when I was but newly single and masked" she cocked her eyebrow at him and waited for him to catch her line of questioning.
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"Richard, would you please sit," Drestakil said. "It's difficult enough looking up at you while we chat, but I'm sure it would be easier to drink sitting."

He looked stern, "...and before you object with some nonsense about 'servants shouldn't sit in the presence of their masters' I would like to point out that the door to this room is closed, no one will enter without knocking first, and if they do, you can jump to attention." Drest pointed at the chair behind Richard, "Sit."

"I've been gone most of the evening. Explain how you confused Rose the cook and Penelope Rose, Juliyn's wife?" Drest chuckled, "I have done many things in my life, but I am POSITIVE I would not confuse those two."

Drest upended his ale mug. It looked to be a long night and he welcomed Richard's presence. It kept him from brooding about Pliny, Sindaia, Casimir, the old man who had died in his arms tonight...what was his name? He was concerned about Vice and Cordelia. Gina was in his thoughts as well. Juliyn was going north. Maitane was settling in Ludlow.

"I'm all ears," Drest said, smiling.
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Kenna popped her head around the side of the bush and gave him the meanest look ever!

"You wouldn't dare!" she hissed, picking off a shriveled bud, she threw it at him. It hit and fell to the ground.

She looked around, listened, walking over to join him. It was so quiet out. Penelope and Julyin more than likely had gone to play a game of their own. She could remember all to fondly the first months of marriage and how it was usually spent. They were young and in love, no shame in that, nor need to spend it wasted on a hand of cards with an old married couple. She blushed and smiled at the thoughts she could recall of their past.

She stood in front of him and boldly took his drink out of his hand. Slowly she sipped it, letting the liquid turn warm in her mouth. She swallowed it and winked at him.

"Aren't you too tired to drink?" she teased, because lately he was always tired, but she knew why. She set the drink down on the short rock wall that bordered the gardens, just beside the bush she had hid behind.
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Hearing Kenna's voice from around the rose bushes, Bart grinned and responded “Call whoever you wish, I don't care...” He started grinning but didn't move from where he was standing. “Want me to start for you? I can scream really loud you know....” Bart said and took another sip of his drink.
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Richard accepted the mug, looking down into the brew as if it would tell him the answers he needed at the moment and then listened to Drest as he took his first healthy swig from it instead. Ale had no thoughts, no desires, no answers either. Oh but it did tickle the throat and drown sorrows right well.

He nearly shot ale out his nose when Drest mentioned Penelope.

"Oh good gods, man! Never! The Lady Penelope is a married woman! I should never think to acquire her graces or affection, you must have mistook my words" he thought back and tried to determine if he had told Drest anything about Penelope in the first place, but nothing registered.

"I .. uh.. I think" he took another drink for courage, and swallowed continuing " I think you've gotten your ladies confused, a trait we seem to have in common" he held up his mug to toast to that.

Sadly, Drest had also said he should give up on the maid on the happenstance of her being too young. He'd enjoyed her playfulness and the light in her eyes. Still it was too hard for him to guess that she might be beyond the age of courting. Probably because he did not know anything about it in the first place. He did worry now, what did Drest mean "make life more bearable" for her? Was she to be in trouble for tonight?

"If you think I should, I will. You Know. Send the Flowers" he took another drink. Then another, thinking.

"If it would mend things" he finally said. For some reason this all felt like the stories of Pandora's box. He'd been the unlikely sod to knock the top off and now he'd just have to wait and see what wicked thing would ruin the world next.

Of course it didn't help that Drest delivered his last line as if there were hidden meaning and the wink made it even more dramatic.


"it never hurts to get on the good side of the cook."

Master BoCock wasn't exactly sure if any side was safe, in fact, tonight he planned to sleep with one eye open just to be sure.

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Drestakil entered his room trailing a very puzzled and anxious retainer by the name of Richard Bocock. He said nothing, thinking over what to tell Richard. Drest drew his scabbard over his head and hung it on a hook, drew the knives from their sheathes and laid his bow and quiver of arrows to the side.

"Richard, let me ask you something. Do you believe you are respected in this family? ...and before you answer, let me make sure you understand. By that I mean do you believe that no member of the Mortimer family would give you instructions or orders that would be demeaning to you personally." Drest walked over to a basin of water on the stand, lowered his head and splashed water in his face. It felt so cool and helped clear his mind. He stripped the shirt off and threw it with the other waste. Drest rummaged in his chest for another shirt, threw it over his shoulders and turned to face Richard.
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"I'd say I am sir. Your nieces husband has treated me more than fair, her family and yours sir, have always been kind. I do not believe, nor would I suspect such, that any in this company would ever muck me so" he said and swallowed nervously.

Then he explained "I suppose this came as an accusation from my mouth, but in my mind I believed Lord Bart and yourself to be playing cupid, sir. When the maiden came to me, I thought it was she you had said had "taken a liking" to me, but the lady with the name you spoke was not the same as the maiden I mistook. Liza is the Maiden, sir. Rose is the cook. I'd been better off saying nothing, but I did. Your cousin, the Lady Gina, likely saved me from being beat with a boiling pan. The cook knew not about what I thought you you meant, and when I told her she was puzzled. She thought only for a moment, you see, but then she warmed, unlike I, to the idea of being wed to me. Afterthought tells me I assumed too much, but I fear the maiden is now in trouble for nothing she knows of and the cook is scorned by a man who thought he knew too much. It is a predicament, Lord Drest. What now would you have me do?" he asked, hoping to not have confused the matter more.


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Gina pecked him on the cheek and turned to leave before he had a chance to say good night. All of a sudden he was tired. He could feel weariness seep into his bones, settling. He looked down at the sleeves of his shirt, bloodstains on them. He shook his head and walked through the kitchen doorway and turned down the hall when Richard appeared almost out of thin air.

"Milord, may I speak to you before you retire for the night" The last thing on earth Drest wanted to do was talk...to ANYONE...before retiring for the night. He needed to get this shirt off and wash up before he could sleep.

"Master Bocock," and here he sighed, weariness making itself felt once more, "I will be happy to talk with you, but only if you will come with me to my room. As you can see," and he held out the bloodstained sleeves, "I need to change shirts and wash off." Saying this Drest turned and walked down the hallway, hoping Richard would follow.
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Richard tried not to gasp like a ninny at the sight of crimson on the man's arm cuffs. His determination faltered as he tried to decide if he were brave enough to finish this, now that it was started.

The man looked tired and for all accounts, not the same as he was just a few hours before. Richard wondered if the demons that seemed to haunt his eyes tonight were responsible for the blood on his hands. It gave Richard goose skin on the nape of his neck and down his spine. However, he did follow, even though the kind spirit on his left shoulder told him to run and hide in his room for the night. The less intelligent, curious devil on his right urged him to do as Drest said and fall in behind his employers Uncle by law.

He was not as close, no not at all, but he was trotting down the hall at a safe pace, just behind the man.

He counseled himself on what to say as he walked. Reminding himself to say little, stay to the point and on topic. He wanted to let Drest know how he felt about tonight's misunderstanding and get to the bottom of this confusion. He just hoped he could do so and remain in one piece.

"I, well, I was hoping you could explain more about Rose" he started, kicking himself for already not being able to say what he meant to say. He would start again.

"Earlier you said she may have her eye on me" he managed to clarify ".. but it was her cousin who seemed to pour out her welcoming interests. I mistook her to be Rose and in doing so may have gotten myself in a mess. I assumed, Milord, that maybe your intentions were shared with Lord O'Neill to have me entertain this woman in hopes of pushing the idea of marriage" he felt his throat closing up, this was not an easy topic for him under the conditions of tagging along behind a man who stalked down the hall.

Now for the hardest part.

"I have since found hope that maybe this was all in jest, Milord. You could not possibly have any desire to wed your cousins cook to your niece's overseer..." he held his breath. If Drest pulled out a dagger or sword, Richard wanted to be ready to run.


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She looked at her cousin, confusion drawing on her face as he mentioned "Death". He must be going through something he wished not to share, and she understood that, and respected him by not prying, which was very against her character when it came to her family's well being. Nodding slightly, she said, "Alright Cousin, I shall see you tomorrow." She went to him, up on tip toes, and kissed his cheek. Stepping back down, she smiled and said, "Sleep well dear Drest." And with that she made her way to her own room, washing up and dressing for bed. It wasn't long before she was sound asleep. Whether she dreamed or not, she would never know.........
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The conversations had died down, people had come in and gone, and returned, and left again. Her stomach was full, and she was tired. She watched as the servants came in and began clearing away the empty dishes. This had been such a lovely day. But it was time to bring it to a close, at least for her. She excused herself for the evening and left the room, heading toward the kitchen to make sure that all was in order in there, and she saw Drestakil entering in the opposite door, yawning as he walked. "Cousin, where did you get off to? Are you retiring for the night as well?"
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He put up his hands in front of his person and backed up quickly, but he heard her voice, the girl from before and he turned to look at her and then again at the other woman.

"No no no, this is all wrong" he said quickly "..I know the name he said was Rose but it was you" he pointed to the younger girl " I thought you were Rose" he said, still confused.



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Bart had watched Drests scheme unfold with great pleasure and enjoyed seeing Richard as nervous and clumsy as ever. He had not minded the conversations at the dinner table at all and it hadn't even really sunk in that most, if not all, family members had already left the table. Bart looked around the dining room and wondered where Kenna had gone, Gina and Vice were still here “How are you and Cordelia doing?” Bart asked suddenly, breaking the silence in the room.
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The Prince's brother? He'd meant to marry her off??

She was the cook of the house, the room where everything happened, and yet she was still the last to know. Don't it just go to figuring?

She felt heat in her cheeks, even as old as she was. She'd never ever meant to marry. Her Gran told her it'd be best to stay a maiden and she'd given her many reasons why that was wise.

And why would the Missus let such a thing take place? It was not a woman's place to go against the man, but if she were no longer the cook then how would they eat? Who would feed the help, the house, and the heathen?

She'd agreed to making the donations, she'd even gone to the churches and worked for the Missus, but wasn't this taking the the words "giving to the poor" a little further than need be?

She'd not given him a good look, but now she did.

I mean, if a woman of her grace and fullness were going to be a man's bride, she should at least know what he looks like. She let her eyes look into his, scan down his frame, the width of his shoulders and hips, the health of his hands and sturdy legs, and even the size of his feet.

On a scale of better than Beef or Legless lamb he was at least a tender cutlet of pork. He would do if she had to go through with it.

She walked slowly towards him, a persuasive stride to her gait. For some reason he looked as if he might back away.

Was he truly this shy? or was he trying with all his might to play hard to get?

Better get on with it, she thought, Lord Drest can say the sun turned violet and if it hadn't it better and quick!

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"Forgive me Miss, I meant to bring the tea to calm you. Are you well, milady? Should you need anything I could get you?" she bowed.

The Lady Cordelia and her sweet daughter, fair Fiona, were two of a kind. Never had Liza seen such deep red curls or fair milky skin. This new baby would carry on the same, if it were lucky. Aunt Rose says that she saw mane like that before come over on boats for trade once. They stayed for months in the taverns. Rose said they drank like fish but their skin was pale and their hair was of fire. Liza dropped her eyes to the floor again and waited to see if she would be needed for anything else.
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Oh in his head he always had answers. He said such elegant, quick witted things. He could be proper or a right angry badger! Full on speeches or just what ever the answer should be. Except, no matter what he said or even if he jumped up and down, those wonderful bits and bobs in his head never seemed to make it to his lips or our his mouth. No not even tween his teeth.

It was such a shame that no one could hear it. It sure would help out in times like these..

He could say for instance, No, good lady, I ate no moldy item nor did I get gotten, I simply was inside the pantry with Penelope, Juliyn, Kenna, and myself. Be sure to know, it was at different times, twice by myself, which were the less interesting peaks of my afternoon BY FAR! I suggest you look not in the pantry to well into tomorrow afternoon, however. It is currently still under occupation and well.. just trust me, you don't want to go in there.

He would have answered eventually. He had intentions.

It was just that she had said a name he'd heard earlier in the night. She had called herself "Rose".

"You" he whispered.

"You... you... you" he stuttered. Ah spit it out for Christos sakes!



"You are the Rose? The very same Rose Lord Drestakil should like me to marry?" he said. NO! Not that, you toad! NOoooo! Why did you say that!?! his inside voice shrieked.

He saw the look on her face change. Somewhere, the other very quiet, very frightened part of him got goose pimples and whispered "help"

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Whispered words of endearment were abruptly stopped as the amorous couple heard a greeting from within the closet. Penelope's face paled as she heard the man's voice who had been introduced to her earlier in the evening.

Wide eyes looked at Juliyn.... then at Richard... eyelashes fluttering low as she closed her eyes as her mind searched for something to say.

"Who would believe that a pantry could become such a.. popular place?"
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Cordelia jumps slightly and turns at the voice, looking away from the window. "Ah, Hello. Oh, thank you." She takes the tea, slightly flustered, "I... um... got lost. I figured someone would be around eventually...." she trails off, aware she was babbling.
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Liza moved quickly and set a dry cloth in a pail of water, she hung it over a metal wrong across the oven fire and while she waited for it to get nice and hot, she tried to avoid Rose's question.

"Just tending to the company" she says, searching the containers for something, after pulling the cloth back and laying it on the table steaming.

"The mint, is it in the pouches near the sill?" she asked, Rose nodded. Liza found the right one and added a sprig to the tea, pouring just the one cup for now, knowing she'd leave the kettle at bedside for the night.

She left the others to tend to the dinner mess, and did as Rose asked. She found the Lady alone and bowed.

One hand balanced a cup of tea, the other a warm cloth for hand and face cleaning, refreshing for the evening often made a woman with child feel like brand new, she was told.

"For you milady" she said, quietly.


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Still chewing a bit on some buttered bread crusts she nodded at the girl and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand "Aye, do that, and take her some tea, love. Where 'ave you been?" she was curious only because the girl's cheeks were ruddy. Color to the cheeks could tell quite a tale.

Aside from that, she worried about Lord Prince Geoffry. She'd seen him lurking the halls just awhile ago, far away look in his eye. He seemed tormented by something and the fact that Liza had just said he'd left his lady to wander off only made her worry more. He had to be unwell, he was walking by cane, and well men have no need of aid for walking when their in good spirits.

Maybe she should mention it to the Missus.



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As conversation died out, Gina knew she should do something about the uncomfortable silence but she did not know what to do to lighten the mood again. Drest had left the room, probably to torment a servant unmercifully, and Cordelia had stepped out too. Gina assumed Cordelia was concerned about her husband. Then Geo returned, looking somewhat ... preoccupied. He was a complex man, and she had no idea what could be troubling him.
She listened as Penelope suddenly excused herself and Jules, thanking her for the meal and commending Chef on a job well done. Before she could say anything, however, Penelope had pulled Juliyn out of the room.
So, 'twas just she and Geo now, well, and Bart, but he had been silent the entire meal and she figured he was in his own little world, and she did not know what to say. So, she just said, "Congratulations on the upcoming arrival Cousin. I know you must be so excited."
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The silence was broken as Cordelia abruptly excused herself and left the table. Casting a glance at Lady Gina, Penelope idly wondered how the matriarch of the family would react if ... Penelope shook her head to clear her thoughts, knowing from her own upbringing that she couldn't possibly consider.. carrying through on what was racing within her mind.

But looking at her husband, and knowing that their time was short, Penelope couldn't help herself. Just as Viceroy came back into the room, Penelope abruptly stood up, her hand squeezing Juliyn's. "Please, if you will excuse us, I would like to see the gardens which I have heard so much about before we meet Kenna and Bart for a game of cards."

Addressing Lady Gina in particular, Penelope continued, "Thank you so much for the meal. Your chef should be commended and I enjoyed the feel of sitting with a family who clearly loves each other."

Pulling on Juliyn's hand, Penelope waited to feel if she would feel resistance coming from him. Not being properly excused, she did feel a little guilty, but her need was so great to be alone with her husband at this very point in time made her throw caution to the wind.

Not looking at Juliyn's expression for she imagined it to be one filled with surprise, she waited a moment while he tried to politely excuse himself with his impetuous wife. Her heart racing uncontrollably, Penelope finally pulled on his hand and walked, as gracefully as she could, out of the dining room a silly grin adorning her face as she nodded at Viceroy as they passed him.

Exultation coursed through Penelope's veins. They were free! Yet, were they? Looking around, Penelope saw the servants as they went about their duties. Not willing to take a chance at creating gossip, Penelope did the only thing she could think of. Pulling a door open, she noticed a dimly lit closet and pulled Juliyn inside. Firmly closing the door, Penelope wrapped her arms around Juliyn and kissed him with all she had.

A soft moan escaped as Penelope's heart raced to the point of exploding as her husband returned her kiss.

Little did she realize that someone was in the pantry with them....
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Viceroy wipes his brow and slowly reenters the dining room. Looking around, he sees that a few have left including his wife. He ponders where she went. Seeing his brother gone, he pondered the situation.

Kenna wanted to laugh. Like no other time in her life, she wanted to throw her head back and let it go, release the build up in her chest and let tears stream from her eyes.

Honestly.

If ever a lady found it necessary to cackle in pure delight, this entire speech would give her reason.

"Stop! Say no more" she begs him, trying with all her might to hold it in.

The images that Richard told of did not match the visual memory she had of the dear cook who worked the kitchens.

Rose was holding up well for her age, that much was fact, but she had not been a maiden in many years now. Her portly figure had been nurtured and sustained by her love of desserts, her cheeks rouged by the light of the oven fires, a decade of cooking meals and summer fruit gathering had seen to that. As far as her lashes, the woman barely had any. She singed them them off upon occasion, along with her eyebrows. Most everyone would quietly tease her about it, but not too often or else she'd threaten to not make another meal. No one wanted to push her that far, indeed. her voice, which he claimed sounded angelic, was nothing of the sort.

Kenna had been raised to say no ill of anyone, but suffice it to say, that if a mule in the barn were to bray at the same time she yelled for help in the house, the poor soul coming to aid would be confused in which direction he should go.

She did her very best to offer advice.

"Richard, you must give up tearing apart your person, I have seen many a man or woman who are less in the mind and lacking in looks who have found happiness in taking a wife or husband. What is there in life more precious than having love, it is a fortune no fortune can buy, is it not? There is quite a few people I could mention, who have had many purses as well as lands and still they are not satisfied when sharing it. Their lovers either leave or are not kept for lack of tending or interests, and at least a poor man, as you claim to be can give of himself if nothing else. Speaking as a married woman, I can tell you now, I am more satisfied with being held than I am by any trinket or the size of my husbands coin collection" pries his hands from the door and promises him something before leaving him to fend for himself.

"Now, I will talk to Bart and my uncle for you, but I bid you to let it be what it is. I assure you that no matter what magic they mix, the end decision will come from whatever longing you two have for one another" she almost laughed again. Imagine Rose and Richard, hand in hand, spouting sonnets and picking out names for little ones, it was almost too much!

"Now I must go, so you be patient and come out when you like. No more closet discussions after today, I think it best if you need to talk that we make arrangements to meet in the garden" she pat his shoulder with friendly regard and then made her departure swiftly into the cellar to collect the wine.

All Richard could do was watch her go.
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She saw his eyes freeze from their busy state of frantic explanation, he seemed more tense than a hen a few hours shy of dinner time. He did not have to tell her anymore, it was most definitely a case of playful torture. The menu reads as: Mortimer menacing, add a dash of Bart antics, and a splash of paranoia and, voila...

but Rose? Truly the woman could almost be Richards mother. Still, Kenna was never one to stand in the way of love..

BUT ROSE? She just could not imagine it! Not even if she wanted to.

She heard someone coming and moved to peek through the door, she caught sight of Liza, Rose's niece, and as suddenly as she saw her the door shut her back inside with Richard.

His hand was clutching the tie, he had pulled it closed and stared at her.

"I was only peeking" she assured him.

She needed to go very soon, if she kept Penelope and Jules waiting long they may think she wasn't coming.
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Not having much time for more than a widening of the eyes and a quick wit to process the information that Richard had given, Kenna shook her head and tried her best to calm the gentleman. He'd obviously become the helpless victim of a well delivered prank, either devised by her wicked uncle or her sneaky husband. Seeing as how they acted quite elusive just before dinner, it was more likely that this was a two teamed tormenting. Ah, but boys will always be boys, won't they?

"Richard, take a breath. Slow down. Start from the beginning and tell me again the part about my uncle. What did he say?" she asked him.
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He could feel their eyes on him, the entire table of women. And, they kept whispering, smiling at him when he looked, and as he looked away they would giggle.

It was unbearable.

Twice now the same girl had come to refill his cup, bowing low to him. It was uncomfortable, but familiar. He'd once been apart of society where such behavior was customary.

Since his life changed. No one had bowed to him, not ever. He'd been sent away to study under a great artist. The same man who died a week before he arrived. He'd found no happy caravan to greet him, no room made ready, no one even knew his name. Instead, he struggled for months and nearly starved on the shores of Scotland before finding the "dead body" of Lord O'Neill. It wasn't until the man offered to return him back to England free of charge in trade for a traveling companion that he learned several truths.

The first was that every letter he had penned in his first frightful days in Scotland had only made it to the County Council. They only kept them locked in the store house of unclaimed mail for the deceased.

His Sister and Aunt had both died of disease, a sickness, some fever that turned their blood black. Their money, their lands, their jewels, anything of value..

Gone.

The second was finding out that every dime ever meant for his own survival had been paid to the cathedral ministers to ensure that both his sister and aunt would receive the blessings of Jah. They'd been told it would reserve their place in the heavens.

Richard had not ever paid attention at mass. He did not know if that was true but he did know the pinch of dirt in his pocket along with the rock he rubbed for luck would get him about three strides down the street before he fell over from being hungry and tired with no where to go.

The third truth was the only person he really knew anymore, alive anyway, was Bart O'Neill. So he did what any man with sense would do and made his way back to explain why he could not repay the mans kindness.

The last truth was knowing that even though the man barely knew him, even though he was a burden to the highest, and admittedly annoying more than most, Bart agreed to give him a place to call his own.

Since then, he'd gotten used to the quiet, the life of overseeing and farming the lands. Sure he made more mistakes than he'd like to admit, but he'd found some pleasure in it.

Watching this servant bow was a bold reminder of the life he had almost forgotten. Not to mention as much as his heart wanted to stop beating when she came over, it also whispered something he wanted to deny.

She was not undone, by any means. He'd tried not to see her eyes, but her voice would be delightful if he were not so afraid of premeditated plans.

So, he'd undertaken the safest response. To slink away and tuck himself into this corner. To finish his food and to leave this place as soon as he met once more with Bart.

But then the Lady Kenna came, and he knew this was it. She would tell him the truth, if anyone would. Well, unless they had forbid her to. He could not lose more grace by asking.

"No, Lady Kenna, I am not well.." he told her.

He set his plate aside and nearly drug her into the pantry closet.



"Tell me, and tell me with honesty, did not your husband or your uncle bring a curse upon me? Did they conspire to bring me here today for a purpose greater than collecting funds? I really.. " he started and stopped then went again ".. no I must know because you see I am now but a simple man who even before being simple have never even considered this. They laugh at me" he nodded into the room where the others were now only staring after them rather than eating " and just before that your uncle admitted to something which makes me believe I've been expected even before today. Do you, dear lady, have a clue? anything to ease my mind? I confess to sounding lunatic, but I trust you, you see.." he shifted nervously in the closet, apologizing with his eyes.
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Viceroy looked up shaking off the chill holding Fiona close to him. Tears welled in his eyes and he fought them back. Laying her on a bed, he tucked her in and kissed her forehead. "Sleep well, my princess," he said making sure she was comfortable.

Richard had entered the room with a curious red glow to his cheeks, a casual stroll in his stride, minus the uncomfortable sensation of the water he'd spilled, and with his head down.

As expected, the room had grown quiet, and then shortly after, there was audible snickering.

A large woman came in with a wooden tray filled to the edges with food and set it down at the large table where everyone was sitting. Her plump cheeks matched the shade of his own, but her brow was covered in sweat and she was out of breath. She dusted her hands off and cupped her hands to call out the window to people Richard could not see.

"Come on in and eat if your stomachs can hold it!" then she began pouring ale all around, while some of the younger maids helped her.

"Have a seat, there" she pointed, looking at him, her eyes briefly addressing the fouled area of his attire, then she smirked " it looks like you've had enough excitement already" she said and everyone laughed. Except Richard. He blushed furiously.

After that, the woman with the blushed cheeks said a prayer and they all began to eat. The field hands grabbed their own as did most of the stable boys and sat just out on the steps, the servants sat at the table, men on one side, women on the other. The children were out on the grass, most of them playing instead of eating like they were told. There were a few straggling animals, dogs and cats, mewing and begging for scraps, but the kids quickly chased them down till they were back in the shadows of the trees waiting to clean up the crumbs. It reminded him of home.

He started to stand and join the line to get his own mess of food, but a servant lady came walking over with a plate and extended it to him, a smile on her face.

He'd almost forgotten, until then, what the old man had said. He could hear it in his head, replaying, and he was sure that his face looked stricken white. He told his brain to let his hands take the plate, just take the plate and go sit in a corner. Yet it would not yield to his order, so he stood there.

She stepped in closer, putting the plate nearly to his chest, nodding for him to take it. He prayed for Jah to help him raise a wrist, to wiggle a finger, just something to let him know he still had control of his limbs, but he was paralyzed at the thought of such a social commitment. This may not even be her, but if it were..

The entire etiquette of courting had passed him by many years ago, so what would it mean if he excepted the plate? Would he then be forced to reciprocate in some way? Did it signify the beginning of something.
Surely such a small gesture was merely her duty and not the means with by which to capture and confine him to marriage?

Yet the he couldn't help but remember the stories he'd heard of friends who'd never so much as laid eyes on women that they were promised to marry, never even held their hands, but they had a contract already to take on spending the rest of their lives together. Drest might have the power to wield, he could have spoken to Lord O'Neill already. He'd like to believe his friend and employer would not just pair him up without first asking his opinion, but then the man had smiled with devilish ease as he passed, what had he been up to?

His hand went up and took the plate, relief and fear washing over him like a heatwave, and he tried not to meet her eyes.

And to his utter shock and as if to confirm his worst fears she said lightly "If you need anything more, sir, please do let me know" and she bowed, rejoining the others. As she sat, she regarded him again, and nodded, smiling.

A rush of ideas instantly popped into his head.

Anything else? No, anything more, she said, what more could I need? What did she mean? Oh good gods..

He took his plate and found a quiet place to hide and eat. Maybe if he just made this quick it wouldn't be as painful.

After a moment's silence, she glanced at Juliyn and wondering if he was caught up in the thoughts of leaving home. Penelope finally addressed Drest with a light laugh. "Why, Dres.. it's almost like you read my mind! Of course I will be joining Juliyn. I am putting together a retinue of strong men and women for protection and as soon as I am done with my duties as countess, I will immediately leave."

A wistful smile met Juliyn's eyes as she squeezed his fingers. "Hopefully this term will be over as quickly as the first term. I am quite anxious to meet my husband in Carlisle."

Snuggling up to Juliyn's side, Penelope asked anyone in general, "Is it true Kenna is a cardshark? I sure hope so for I do enjoy a challenge!"
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Drestakil waited till Penelope read her note, then said, "I have one son, Pliny, who seems to disappear quite often. I wish you could meet him. He reminds me of you, Juliyn," and chuckled, "...which is a compliment."

He wanted to say more, but held back. Cordelia was having a difficult time, he could see. She was probably concerned about Kenna's reaction. She shouldn't be. Kenna would come around. The reaction she needed to be concerned about was Vice's. As much as Drest loved and respected his brother, they had very different priorities. Drestakil made family the most important part of his life. All else was second. Vice, for good or ill, had become a political animal. Witness his endeavours for Sussex County's independence. Before that, before Drest "found" him, he had worked for years as a King's man, doing what the Crown wanted done, whatever that was. It had led directly to that night some time ago when Casimir and his men had tried to destroy the Mortimer family. Cordelia should be concerned about Vice being there to help raise this child.

Drestakil smiled, "Sorry, I was wool gathering. ...happens when you get older, the memories crowd in. So, Juliyn, you're planning on going north soon. Penelope, what will you do till he returns?"
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Cordelia ate her cooling food, an eye on the door, waiting for him to return. Perhaps he was speaking with Kenna... That would be good. She listens to Penelope and Drestakil speak. She watches them, laying a hand on the small swell of her somach.
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She watched Viceroy leave with Fiona, perhaps he would be able to talk with Kenna. She sighs softly and turns back to her now cold plate of food. She looks up as Gina re-enters the room, giving Penelope a letter from Kenna. Gina catches her eye and nods, Cor feels some of the tightness in her chest ease.
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Viceroy nods and picks up Fiona leaning against the large oak staff. He held her close and walked into the other room to lay her down. Feeling a slight breeze, the scene changed. She stood there looking down at the grave. "Father.... why did you leave me so alone," she said with a tear dropping down her face. A chill ran down his back. A dread feeling crept over him and he shook slightly feeling the color flee from his face. Pushing against the oak staff, he closed his eyes hearing whispers of words. He held onto Fiona tight her body sleeping against him.

Following Kenna into the adjoining room, she listens to her try to explain what she's feeling, and watches her face. Gina knew something else had to be there, and her words confirmed it. She was concerned Vice would leave Cordelia, Fiona and the new babe, just as he had left her and her Mother, and Sindaia and her Mother. She walked over to her and sat beside her. Placing her hand upon Kenna's knee she says, "Kenna, I know you're scared, not just for Cordelia, and the children, but for yourself as well. You don't want to see Vice repeat the same things he did in his past. You don't want him to hurt others as he hurt you, Sindaia, and your Mothers. But, I like to think that your Father is a changed man, and that he lives our motto now. I like to think he will be there for Cordelia and the children, for you and your child, and for Sind...." Her voice trails off for she has not heard from Sindaia in ages....since Vice's term as Regent. "But, we just have to have faith. We can't dwell on the past and always think that old mistakes will be remade.
And your Father deserves happiness, doesn't he? I mean, I can only assume Cordelia makes him happy, and I've seen him with Fiona. He seems happy to me at least." She thinks of something else, and not wanting to say the wrong thing, she gently adds, "And, I know there must be a touch of jealousy there Kenna. But 'tis normal. Do not feel bad about it. You didn't have your Father for most of your life. You missed out on a great deal. And it's going to be a little difficult seeing him raising those children, when he wasn't there to raise you. And I know you feel the same way about him not being there for Sind. But, you'll handle that Kenna. I know you will. You'll handle it like a Mortimer. With grace and maturity." She thought of her own parents for a moment and said, "Just be happy for him Kenna. Be thankful that you have him now. And that he is here to have happiness. I miss my parents every moment of every day. Just be happy for him...."
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The color drains from his face holding onto her. He didn't even notice LadyGina walking by. Instead, he was locked in a vision. All around him, snow was falling, she had grown up. She stood in front of a grave crying. A boy stood next to her right and Kenna stood to her left. He saw as Kenna wrapped her arms around her. "I know. He was my father too. It wasn't his time," she said trying to comfort her, but she was falling to pieces having lost her father for a second time.

The boy stared at the grave and shook his head. He looked at the two girls with a sense of puzzlement. There was no connection to this event like what the ladies felt. That was obvious. In a matter of fact, he looked bored. Taking a sword out, he swished it to the left, swished it to the right and nearly hit the grave stone with the blade. The girl looked in almost shock. "How could....," she let escape.

He laughed and danced. "He is but dust now. I didn't know him, but I will pay all of those who did our family wrong! They shall die one by one. My father was a peacemaker. I won't make that mistake! Let the dogs of war know that I come after all who dare trounce my family. I shall show them what a true grudge is," the boy said cackling almost insane with the surge of power from his words.

Viceroy stood there watching the scene having trouble catching his breathe and standing them almost still. The cold wind harsh against his fingers and face. He shivered and the chill struck him to the bone. Fiona wiggled a little in his arms due to the shiver causing him to lightly rub her back unconsciously.

At first she wanted to pull one lock of Gina's hair when she heard her muffled giggles. She had predicted as much, but it still ticked her off to watch her cousin enjoy this moment more than Kenna felt she should. Then she scowled instead, realizing that hair pulling was also a very childlike quality that she would have to set to the side with crying. It was absolutely no fun to be grown, none at all.

To make matters worse, Gina had said the words which made the whole situation hit rock bottom for Kenna, as she was trying to not say them for the fact of the matter as well as the ability she had for being quite visual.

But was that all? She'd asked, and Kenna already feeling defensive, wanted to know what she really meant.

What else could there be? Wasn't that enough?

She'd already said the whole thing was a mistake on her part, making such a big deal out of nothing, but why was she feeling so out of sorts to have to hide in her room? She couldn't explain it, it just came over her like a salty wave in the sea, and left her feeling angry in a way that she didn't like, but was it just about the surprise of her father having another baby or.. was it more than Kenna wanted to admit.

She laid Mary gently down on the bed and covered her with the blanket. Then she turned back to Gina and nodded to the adjoined room that had a dressing room just a few feet away.

As Mary talked herself into sleeping, Kenna took a seat and put her head in her hands, sulking.

"I don't know" she answered Gina truthfully ".. the first thing I could think about was Sinda. I mean, Cordelia said it, and I thought about Sinda's face that day when she was in the stables just after your wedding and then all the way back to the very first moment we found out who we were to each other and knew that uncle Drest had found Vice, when we knew he was alive" she started pulling the strings together and untying the knot that had formed in her stomach. She was saying it out loud, but more like a story she was being told, not one she was telling.

"She's always been broken somehow. I don't mean crazy or sad, I just mean that even when she says she loves you, you can tell that something is missing. She was the same then, both times, and I remember wondering why she couldn't give this a chance like I could. She seemed so angry in the beginning and then it turned to numbness. That's what I saw. I don't know much about her except what she's said, but I know she loved her mother and unlike me, she blamed Viceroy in a way, for what happened to her. I could be wrong, we've never talked about it much because after I married Bart our lives changed even more.. but I feel it now, I think. It was like " she tried to describe it in words that she seemed to grasp for, understanding it more now that she was putting the pieces together "..when I looked at Cordelia I saw my mother, Sinda's mother.." she sat back and balled her fists up at her knees ".. and I wanted to ask my father what right did he have to do this again? What was his intentions? You know.. I felt angry so suddenly that I wanted to leave before making a scene because just before then I was so overjoyed with all of us coming together it felt so strange to just attack him when I felt like I should be happy for them instead" she relaxed and looked up at Gina.

"What if something happens to him? Cordelia doesn't deserve that.. Fiona and now the baby.. I don't want history to repeat itself again" she finished, shaking her head again, trying to calm down.

It was true that now, with all of them having come closer, that life would be different. Cordelia would always have the family here to fall back on and if anything should happen. Kenna would not bat an eye about seeing to her children and even if the others never said it, she figured they felt the same. But, given the conditions of the Kingdom, there were no promises to be made. War was an unforgiving wretch, the same factor that had once upon a time, cut them out and scattered them so far from each other that it was only this time they had together to look at.
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As Kenna spoke, Gina watched her face. She liked to think that she knew her cousin well enough to know what she was feeling by the expressions her face conveyed. But this time, 'twas not as easy. Kenna seemed a little shocked to hear the news, but Gina could not tell if she was happy, though her words said she was. She watched as Kenna got up and excused herself to lay little Mary down for a nap. Looking around the table, she smiled brightly, and said, "If you all will excuse me for a few moments, I think I'll go help Kenna with Mary. I think maybe I should get some practice in ahead of time!" Getting up, she went in the direction Kenna had gone, and found her in one of the sleeping rooms. Going inside, she saw her about to lay Mary down, and cleared her throat, and looking her directly in the eyes, she said, "Alright Cousin, spill it. What is troubling you?"
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Cordelia nods nervously at Kenna question. Her tounge darting out to moisten her suddenly dry lips. Once again, out of all the Mortimers, she found Kenna the most intimidationg. As her husbands daughter, and a friend of Cordelia herself, Kenna's reactions were inportant to Cordelia. She had accepted Viceroy marrying a woman half his age, would she be happy to hear that she had a sibing on the way? Even though the sibling would be younger than her own child?

All those thoughts take but a moment. After that moment, Cordelia says, "Aye, a wee one to be born in January."
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Kenna forced a quick smile and picked up her glass to drink to the toast. So many things were running through her mind. It was without will, of course, which she hated. Sometimes when thoughts wind themselves up, the expression on your face can betray your true feelings. She was glad for them. Men and women who marry are often after the simple joys of union, such as having a child. Kenna had somehow never considered that to be the outcome of her fathers marriage. She had only seen it as a mutual friendship, companionship, and an agreement that the two loved one another enough to confess the fact to all.

She suddenly felt like a child again, blushing amidst their gazes at having realized the means with which her newest sibling had come into existence. It had nothing to do with jealousy nor anything rash such as retaliation against Cordelia. In fact, part of her wanted to reach out and embrace the woman, but the recognition of this sudden truth would not let her.

"Yes Cheers, that is.. wonderful news" she managed to say. She wiped her mouth and Mary's with the linen napkin near her spread of food. Then she scooted out her own chair nodding to everyone.

"If you will excuse me I need to lay Mary down for her nap" she told them, smiling still as she cradled her daughter and left the room for the hall that would take her to the sleeping areas near the south end of the castle.
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Gina smiled as Lady Cordelia shared the news of their upcoming arrival, and she beamed as she said, "Congratulations to you both. 'Tis joyous news to hear that Dranoel and I will not be the only ones bringing a new life into the world." Looking around the table, she said, "That's right, I'm not sure how many of you received the news of my pregnancy, but I am expecting as well!"
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"Amen," Lady Gina said quietly. Then, she looked around the table, and just couldn't help herself. She took a piece of bread and, as Kenna had done for little Mary, she dunked it right in her soup and popped it into her mouth. Oh! The taste was unlike any soup she had ever had! Closing her eyes for a moment, she let the flavors meld in her mouth. Suddenly realizing that she was having a very private moment with her food, she opened her eyes, blushing profusely. She looked around hoping no one else saw her little display. She took her plate and helped herself to a leg of lamb and some of the wonderful vegetables Rose had cooked. The entire table was full of some of the most mouth watering foods Gina thought she had ever had in her life. She knew deep down that this was just the babe she carried making her act this way, but she could not help it. But, she feared at this rate, she would never be able to fit inside the doors to the Castle much longer!
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As the plates were filled, Cordelia looks at the food, her mouth watering. She had forgotten how hungry one got when carrying a child. Speaking of, they really had to tell the rest of the family. Only Gina knew because of Cordelia's breakdown eariler. After the blessing would work. Aye.

While waiting for viceroy to say the blessing, she helps Fiona arrange the napkin so that the girl would leave the table almost as clean as when she arrived.
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Viceroy smiles. Retirement... I keep trying at it, but it just doesn't seem to suit me. One would think for a man of my advancing years I might learn, but I fear that isn't quite a trait in our blood," he said to Julyin resting against the large oak staff. Slipping his fingers off the top, it revealed the Mortimer family crest.

Nodding towards Cordelia, he mouthed, "You okay?" She nodded and smiled looking over at the family surrounding her.

(God-mod of Cordelia with Permission)

As the toast was made, Gina raised her glass and said, "Aye, cheers." At the mention of her news, Gina blushes, and patted her tummy. She waited to see if Geo would bless the food, but it was hard not to dive right in!
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It was good to have so many of the family here all at the same time. He flashed back to the last time this many of the family had been here and his brow clouded over. Casimir! The man may not have destroyed the Mortimers, but he had left a shadow over them that would never leave.

He sat at the end of the table to Vice's right. The same young servant girl he had talked to earlier began to serve him. She seemed calm, confident, competent at what she was doing. Her long, brown hair was tied back, her slim fingers dishing out food into his plate as well as Vice's. He couldn't help but notice, as she leaned across him, that she had a great pair of ....Drest sighed. 'Old Man, this girl could be your daughter. You've GOT to get out more,' and chuckled.

He waited till everyone had been served, stood and raised his mug into the air, "A toast...To the newlyweds, Juliyn and Penelope. May they never know unhappiness!!"
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Juliyn looked at the map as he pondered Bart’s words. Yes, England had an absent king who seemed to care little for his people. It was ever more evident now that the Royal’s own country was under attack and he was still nowhere to be seen. It was up to the people, leaders , nobles, commoners alike to fix the problems left in King John’s absence. Juliyn looked up from the map as he heard Kenna’s voice, but his eyes followed past her to the figure that followed a few steps behind. He wondered at that, why Penelope hadn’t accompanied Kenna. He hoped the introductions had gone well, and that his family hadn’t been too intimidating, and even more so, that they liked Penelope, but he would have plenty of time to see how Penelope had fared later.

Smiling as she approached, Juliyn returned her kiss in kind and quickly offered his arm, nodding at the mention of food, hunger and time standing still, Juliyn couldn’t help but quickly brush his lips against hers.

A wry smile crossed Juliyn’s lips as Drest mentioned travelling, and then proceeded to play a rather humorous joke on the nervous servant. The poor man looked positively pale, and certainly beside himself. Ah well, it would help him in the long run.

Soon, they had arrived at the dining room, and at the sight of food, Juliyn quickened his pace and smiled down at Penelope. Pulling a chair out for his wife, and waiting for her to be seated, he scanned the room quickly, his dark eyes slitting over each as they took their places. His eyes stopped at Vice and a wide smile crossed his face. “Uncle! I hadn’t expected to see you, but it is a pleasant surprise. Every time I stop into Arundel I have asked of you, but it seems you haven’t taken that retirement of yours too seriously. Though, I’ve learned to not expect anything less from you, of course. It is good to see you.”

Sliding into his own seat, Juliyn couldn’t help but think of the days ahead. Soon, he would be off to war, he would leave his wife, his home, his friends, but it was comforting to know of the family he had. At least, he could always count on the prayers and support of his kin. It wasn’t often they gathered like this, even with a few still missing, it was a rare occurrence and Juliyn wanted to truly enjoy it.

He reached beneath the table and discreetly reached for Penelope’s hand, smiling from the corner of his mouth at her, and hoping she wasn’t entirely overwhelmed by the evening.

Richard nodded to the others as they passed him by and entered the dining hall. He stopped off at the wash basin at the end of the hall and wet his handkerchief in the cool water. He first wiped his face and then his hands with it. Though nothing seemed to be able to make it wipe the worry from his face.

A woman, to whom he had no acquaintance, would be just in the next room. A woman, Drest says, who fancies him. He would not know her from the rest, and there would be no saying exactly how many female servants there were for this family.

He was tucking it away and noticed a spot on his pants. He wasn't sure what it was but it looked like dirt from the road. He dabbed the cloth again and was busy scrubbing it when he knocked the basin a bit and saw it slipping. No no, it wasn't, it was falling, not slipping.

EGADS! he thought, loudly.

He clutched the cloth and moved as quickly as he could to keep it from hitting the floor. There was two finger lengths of water but he wasn't as worried about that as he was about breaking the dish. With his luck he would probably find out afterward that it had been in the family for centuries and he'd forever be blamed as the bumbling fool who'd shattered it.

With ease and his middle, he managed to catch it one handed. Using his body, he helped it back on it's flat spot, breathing a sigh of relief once he'd steadied the table.

"Ah, that was close" he whispered. Though in his head he was cursing his misfortune and clumsy hands. It was then that he heard a drip drip drip sound and noticed his feet felt cooler, as well as...

"OH glory to britches!" he blurted out in disgust. The drip noise was the water that was now hitting his boots, but the more concerning nature of the matter was in where the water dripped from.

From behind, no one would have been the wiser, but from the front he looked as stunningly divine as a four month drunk who'd wet himself just a moment ago.

He infectiously, and with quick fever, commenced to trying to dry it up with his.... wet hankie.

"All the good that will do" he said sarcastically. Giving up, he resigned himself to meeting his admirer and his meal with everything washed, including his jewels.

Well, at least I didn't break it, he thought, trying to smile as he joined the servants and working men in the castle kitchens dining hall, and I'm just the bumbling fool who wet himself. Yes, that is much better, he assured himself.
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Kenna takes Bart's arm and momentarily let her eyes avert to Richard, who seemed to be talking himself back into his skin.

She whispered "Is he alright?" she thought he even looked a bit paler than before. Bart nodded to Drest and winked and then Kenna understood. Her Uncle must have been picking on Richard. Poor fellow, she thought and smiled.

She noticed Penelope had followed and she was second guessing whether she should have asked her to come with her a moment ago as that might have been more friendly of her than to have left her behind. She made a mental note to think of something enjoyable for the four of them to do together later, before they had to leave.

Once in the dining hall, Kenna sat near the middle of the table and could not wait to take the first bite.

Every morsel of food was steaming hot and smelled so good.
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When dinner was announced, Penelope's heart leaped with joy. Finally she could be reunited with her husband, she thought, the light returning to her eyes. Yet, as Kenna recommended that they all follow Lady Gina to the dining room while she went to inform the men, Penelope stayed behind and watched as Kenna walked down a hallway. Giving her enough time to get ahead, Penelope followed, a smile creasing her lips as she witnessed mother and daughter interact.

Turning the corner, Penelope saw him. Her heart filled with indescribable joy as she saw his face. How lucky she was, she thought, as she gave Kenna a guilty wink and walked towards Juliyn. Sliding her arms around his waist, she kissed his cheek and smiled joyfully at him. "I swear time stood still while you were away, Juliyn Mortimer!" Releasing her arms from around his waist, she waited for him to offer her his arm. "Are you famished yet? I know I am..." Penelope finished with a mischievous smile.

Penelope's eyes canvassed the room and fell upon the map. Looking at Dres, she inquired, "Are you planning a trip?"
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Bart had been observing Richard to see how he would behave amongst his family. Kenna had arrived to invite the men for dinner. As e walked over to her and held out his arm so she could hook hers into his, Bart overheard Drest pulling a prank with Richard. He turned his head to face him “What is the problem Richard? You don't look so well...” Bart asked while trying to cover up his big grin, knowing that Richard would be more confused then ever.

“Let's go, dinner is waiting..” Bart said as he turned back to the dining room. The business he had to take care of with Richard could wait till after dinner, until that time, they could pull another joke or two on Richard...
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It was time...Kenna's face appeared around the edge of the library door announcing that it was time to eat. Drestakil took a deep breath, stood and said, "Well, Gentlemen, I guess we had better join the rest of the family. Richard, I'm sure Rose has a spread set up in the kitchen for all the servants." Drest lowered his voice, "Just between you and me, I think Rose has developed a liking for you."
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She realized that today was the first time she had ever heard Fiona speak so clearly. She was such a sweet little girl.

"Sounds good, then?" Kenna nodded to Gina, impressed with how well her cousin seemed to be handling her new "condition" and then smiled at Penelope and Elizabeth "If you all would like to follow my father and Gina into the dining hall I will go gather then men from the study and usher them the same direction" she said encouraging Penelope to stay on with her new acquaintances while she offered to alert the men about the meal being ready.

She carted Mary down the hall again, leaving them all to go on ahead, swooping and dipping her daughter a little on the way just to make her laugh.

She felt quite happy, but she could not help but think of Sinda. She missed her and wished she would come home again. Wished she could see everyone today and that they could sneak away and talk like they used to about things. She hoped that where ever she was that she knew she was loved, that Kenna thought of her often..

Mary was digging at her mouth, and drooling. Kenna stopped for a second and felt in her mouth.

"Well, little lady O'Neill, I do believe your gums have teeth" she said and kissed the sweet muffin on her nose. Mary pushed her away and gave her a cross look.

"Alright, No love for now, but you have to come off it sass or Momma will steal some kisses" she threatened sweetly just as she knocked quickly and poked her head in to check on the men.


"Hello boys" she greeted them "Bring yourselves to the dining hall, it is time to eat" she announced.

Juliyn, Richard, Bart, and Drest had on their serious faces, so she hoped she had not interrupted them.

"Oh and Uncle Drest, your brother, has also joined us. I believe he will meet us at the table" she added, before she popped her head back out of the room and waited in the hall.
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Cordelia chuckles. Fiona certinaly was getting over her shyness and becoming quite the social butterfly.

Kenna comes back and announces the food is ready, and Gina invites them into the dining room. Taking Viceroy's hand, she waits for everyone to start moving in the right direction so she could follow and pretend she knew where she was going.
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Viceroy nodded at Elizabeth. "It is good to see you all. These couriers seem to have a sense of where I am at all times," he said laughing a little. He leaned against his oak staff smiling.

I heard the question off the lady's tongue and started to answer. Seeing Viceroy entered, I curtsied. "Your Highness," I said to him. I stayed low looking for a sign to rise.

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As she was listening to the various conversations and enjoying the wine, she heard a little voice call "Mama!" and saw Cordelia get up to go outside. She smiled broadly as that must mean that Geo had arrived with little Fiona. At that moment, they all walked in to the room, and Gina rose and went to her cousin and gave him a hug. "Geo! 'Tis so nice to see you again." And turning to Fiona, she said, "Hello Miss Fiona, how are you doing? You sure are growing into a beautiful little Lady."
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He hadn't answered the question about the staff, but she let it slide and led him into the sitting room where all the other women were. "Look who has finally decided to arrive!"
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She grins and grabs his hand, going as fast as she could pull him along, calling out as she goes "Mama!"

Yes, Fiona?

I hesitated at the unfamiliar face asking the question, but couldn't hold my excitement. "I have seen things I never thought I would. Everything from the Cliffs of Dover to the Cumberland borders! It was so beautiful and I was amazed at all the nice people all over the place. I could never have imagined traveling this distance in the past, but... with my sister's strength and my Lord's resources, I have fulfilled a dream we shared as little girls. My dad was a kind man who tried hard to give us everything," I commented.

Fiona grin and pull on Papa's hand, trying to make him go faster. They get to the door and she trys to open it, but the handle is too high. "Papa...."

Richard followed Bart down the hall and heard another presence enter a few moments after them. Kenna, Bart's wife, passed by without speaking. She seemed determined. The room they had come to was full of interesting things, so it was not long before Richard was consumed with curiosity. He'd heard the rest of them speaking, but most of it was of little concern to him.

The matter of the older mans travels did catch him, caused him to look up. He sat his hat down on the cushion of a nearby seat and moved himself closer to the conversation.

Juliyn, the lady's cousin, seemed to have the same inspired look on his face. Richard believed that beyond the isles there were great monsters. It was the only thing that made sense to him. People left, explorers they called them, and most times they never returned. Since he was a child, he assumed that dragons and creatures of the trees had likely captured them, maybe even the demons the church sometimes spoke of. Jah knows that the weaker, less spiritual parts of the world had to be infested with demons. In some respects, he was afraid of what there was to discover. So what if there were other lands out there? He'd seen Scotland because he was forced to, and that was enough for him. New lands mean new diseases, more people to feed, and more to fight over.

Still it gave him an even greater respect for Drest. The man carried himself with ease, in fact he almost demanded your attention without a word. He was quiet but fierce, someone Richard would never like or enjoy being cross with. Well not if he wanted to go on living or breathing, least ways.

As it always does, politics had a way of sneaking into most every conversation in the Kingdom. Even the paupers and peasants were whispering over it. He had a bitter taste in his mouth. He favored art and music, poetry and dance. On occasion he would fit in a good game or two, but never the lineages or frivolity of debates on the matters of country or crown.

"Yes because as it is right now, the only one doing anything are the few people left still able to do something" Richard mumbled. Drest and Bart were speaking of the promises their King had imagined, along with the other dreams he had had so many times before but had never acted upon. Just a collection of dust, sitting around while people starved, died, or were so tired of waiting that they began carving crosses on their foreheads and singing songs out of tune.

He could not imagine how a man could sleep at night, while gorging himself on the riches he collected as well as the taxes paid for by food that could feed a whole county of families. It must be nice to forget the people who pay your way, who keep you where you are, who have lived here all their life and try to love you despite your neglect. This was why Richard tried his best to stay out of it, tried to live without looking at the reality of natural things. It was not like you could say anything outwardly. The voices crying for change were never heard, but you let a whisper of fever escape your lips towards the King and POOF! Your head will roll!

Bah, not one good thing to say about it, he thought.

When Drest asked about good ole Prince Geoffry Viceroy Mortimer, Richard made his way over to share the ale in the room with the others. If he were going to enjoy this night, he'd better start with something tasty and try to unwind. Besides, he'd never met the man and his thirst was getting the best of him.

Sooner or later, Bart would get to this business he was on about, but until then..

He swallowed some ale and shimmied his mouth when the froth clung to his lip.

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Bart hadn't been at the castle in a while so he wasn't entirely sure how to behave and respond. The amount of people that had gathered by now seemed to make him a little uncomfortable, some of them he had already met before, but others were complete strangers to him. He smiled at the suggestion for the men to head to a separate room.

As Bart saw the men heading towards the library, he invited Richard there as well “Richard, may I invite you to the library, we have business to attend to...” Bart held out his arm in the direction of the library inviting Richard to head there. He followed Juliyn and Drest to the library, wondering what Drest was looking for at the same time. Drest had stopped at a map of the world, whatever this “world” thing was.. and seemed to be daydreaming about past days. By then Juliyn had joined him and started a conversation, unable to help himself Bart overheard the topic of conversation. Traveling, towns, other lands, etc, the things some people only dreamed of, Drest had done, he had been to the other side of the world and had come back.

Now England was in turmoil and required the best care they could ever give to it. During the conversation the lack of people was brought up “.. I've noticed this too, there's not much to be done about it, something has to drastically change, extra citizens will help, but how will you keep them in the towns? Some towns are already kept afloat by the citizens, I myself have helped in the saving of towns, but the real and long term solution must come from the king...” Bart sighed as he finished his comment, he knew all too well about the king, the man taxed the towns and counties like there was no tomorrow, but never really gave back...
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"mmmmmm...yes, Oxford has the same problem...not enough people to keep the place going. I understand that one day soon Wiltshire University will be moved there, which should liven the place up a bit." Drestakil looked back at the map, his eye tracing the route he had traveled to return to England.

"Coming home to England I traveled overland, through the mountains and passed through Jerusalem. I was so brown from working in the sun I could pass as a native." He glanced at his white skin, "I don't think I would have that advantage going back." He thought back, "The first time I went there I was on a galley, part of a pirate fleet that cruised the Arabian Seas over toward India."
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Juliyn watched his uncle trace the curve of the map with a certain longing in his voice. Nostalgia, perhaps, the look on his face, Juliyn knew the feeling well. It was why he hated staying put for long, why he had not been able to stomach another term as mayor, or grew restless when talk of travel filled the taverns. The idea that his uncle had lived so far away was an exciting bit of news for Juliyn, he leaned forward to get a better look at the map, “Hot, damp, jungle.” Juliyn heard. What experiences traveling brings.

Taking the offered seat, Juliyn swirled the contents of his glass as Drest talked of sending a letter, “Do you ever think of going back yourself, sir?” Juliyn sat with his feet pressing against the floor, thinking ofEngland’s northern border. He had spent much time there, growing up, nearly six years to be exact and he had often thought of going back. Wondering if the people he had met would have changed as he had, or the land shaped so that he would no longer recognize it.
Now, shortly, he would be going back, but not for the leisurely trip that he had hoped for. Drest’s voice interrupted his thoughts, and Juliyn took a quick swig of his ale before responding.

“We’ve purchased land in Hastings. Though, I won’t be there for the construction of our home, I’ve hired my father’s old steward to oversee the workers and hire a foreman for the construction. Hastings is much like Dover. I don’t think I could handle not settling near the sea. “ Juliyn smiled, “Penelope seems to like the city too, and where she goes, others seem to follow. Perhaps, it will help with the population issues that Hastings struggles with. ”

As Penelope left Julyin, Cordelia gives her an ecouraging smile. The Mortimers would welcome her. She remembered her fear when she had first met the family, wondering how they would react to Viceroy taking as young a woman as herself for his bride. But she learned they overlooked that, and she was happy with the Mortimers. As Kenna comes back, closely followed by wine, Cordelia takes the offered glass, sipping lighty. "Thank ye."
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One by one the men seemed to have left the room save Juliyn. Not wanting to put him in the position of being separated from the rest of the men, Penelope smiled brightly at him and left his side. Still feeling insecure around the women of his family she pasted a bright smile upon her face and walked towards the couch. Gingerly sitting down she looked at the young child Cordelia was interacting with in a playful manner.

Curiosity got the better of Penelope as she looked around the room and saw the woman who had stated she traveled all over Scotland and England. While the woman seemed to be focusing on Cordelia, she also seemed to be at a loss for something to say. Knowing the feeling, Penelope addressed the woman. "Have you had an exciting journey as you traveled throughout the lands, Elizabeth? I would dearly love to travel, but politics always seems to interfere with my desire." A wry smile crossed Penelope's lips for what she didn't say was that she planned to travel in the coming weeks, but it wouldn't be one of pleasure as she had hoped because of the war.

Casting a glance at Lady Gina, Penelope was warmed by the interactions she saw between her and Cordelia. Perhaps, in time, Penelope thought, the two would feel comfortable enough to talk about various events in England, but for now she was content to simply fade in the background.
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Watching Mary with her Dolly, Gina smiles and unconsciously places her hand upon her belly. She was so excited to become a mother. But, she was nervous as well. She wondered if she would be as good a Mother as her own Mother, or as Kenna for that matter....
Hearing Kenna's question about the food, and with a giggle, she said, "Honestly Cousin, I don't think I ever followed through on it. Would you mind?"
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Drestakil walked down the hall and into the Castle library. He knew that Viceroy was habitually to be found here when he was at the family home. Probably some of the servants could be found here sometimes. The family's tutor held classes here. As he entered, he looked around at the floor to ceiling shelves filled with hard bound books, scrolls, a few pieces of scientific apparatus on tables here and there, a large map of the known world on the wall. He looked at the map a little more closely, especially at the area showing the world to the East.

He had returned from a long sojourn in the Eastern lands about 3 or 4 years ago and settled in Salisbury. It had taken him almost 2 years of steady traveling to make it back to the Isles. Did he enjoy traveling? Not really. When necessary, he traveled. He seemed to be traveling quite a bit lately, but that was business. He always stopped by the Castle when he came up this way, but his home...his real home...was in Salisbury.

But, he had lived in the land of what was called China for many years. He had made himself a life there, lived, worked and fought there. Loved? Yes, he had even loved there. He had received valuable training, such training as could not be found in the lands of his birth. That training had taught him, not so much how to fight, but how to survive. Drest chuckled to himself. He was not an honorable fighter. He was no gentleman when it came to combat. His object in combat was to make sure his opponent didn't hurt Drestakil and he would do and use whatever it took to achieve that goal.

So now what? He had come in here, largely to get away from a crowded room, but also to look at the map. Again he looked at the Eastern area. He was pretty sure it wouldn't show the villages he had lived in and he was right. However, it did show the rounded shape of that part of the continent where he had lived. He almost didn't notice when a servant tiptoed in and set a tray, with a pitcher of ale and a mug on it, down on the desk next to him.
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She chuckles and says, "Thank ye. I most certinaly will." She goes to the desk and quickly she pens out a letter and seals it, pressing the design of her wedding band into the wax. She hands it to the messenger who had popped up at the mention of sending a letter, then goes back to her seat. She smiles at Elizabeth and then looks at Mary. The girl had grown since she had last seen her!

(OOC: The letter is going into the letter thread.)
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Watching her cousin make his way to the Library, her curiosity got the better of her and she couldn't help but wonder what it was he was going to look for.
She saw Sloan walk by the doorway and she called out to him, asking him to be sure to take a nice tankard of ale into Drest. She almost told him to announce that it was tea, but she thought it might be a bit early for Sloan to get grumbled at by the "bear" of the family.
Turning back to the crowd of family she just listened to the various conversations, waiting to see if anyone was going to make their way to the dining hall.
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"And I ye." She replies, hugging Kenna. Looking around to what has turned into the unexpected family reunion, she wondered if she should send Viceroy a message to come and bring Fiona. She wanted him there when she told Kenna of thier news. She takes a seat and smiles as Kenna sits next to her. While waiting for Elizabeth to speak, Cordelia looks at Gina. "Do ye have any parchment so that I may send Geo a message? I had not originally planned to stay long, but now this is turning into a regular party."
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As Kenna walked in with baby Mary, Gina felt a relief that she did not know she was searching for. She had been worried about her cousin out traveling the roads with all the trouble that had been happening. That was part of the relief....that she was safe and sound. But the other....Gina thought with suddenness that she was scared of being with child. She did not know what to expect, what to do, how to prepare. Her mother had died when she was only a mere babe herself...five years old. And she and her sister, Cikaya, had been left in the hands of a Guardian, who turned out to be their male cousin, Loren. So of course, he taught them nothing. Then her sister ran away, and shortly after that, so did Gina. So there had been no female influence in her life to guide her from the time she was five years old, until she made her way to Plymouth. But by then, she was basically an adult and she supposed everyone thought she knew all she was supposed to know.
So, seeing Kenna walk in, she knew she would be fine. Kenna would help her. She would guide her during this time. Of course, the irony of that, is that Gina is a few years older than Kenna!
Whispering back she says, "Kenna, 'tis wonderful to see you as well." Then as Kenna spoke to everyone, Cordelia asked her if she had parchment. "Aye, there be some parchment and quill and ink in the desk over in the corner. Please, help yourself. And tell Geo, get his bum here quickly! We don't want him to miss anymore of this party!"
Listening to Elizabeth, Gina smiles, but it's wistful. She resembles her sister Angela so, and Gina missed Angela...she could not think of that right now.
Looking around the room, she realized just how much this family had been through in the last year or so. 'Twas amazing they, and this castle, were all still standing.......
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Cordelia chuckles. "Drestakil, surely you aren't willing removing yourself from the company of the finest ladies England has to offer? Once again, fortune smiles upon me for marrying the smart brother!" She smiles and winks at him in jest.

She turns slightly and out of the corner of her eye see two familliar faces. "Kenna! Elizabeth!"
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'Let's see,' Drest said to himself, 'we have Cordelia, Penelope, Gina, Kenna, little Mary, Bart, and Juliyn...several servants running around. There was the young lady trailing after Kenna. She looked familiar, somehow.' This was rapidly becoming quite the family gathering.

Richard mentioned moving into the parlor, "Great idea," said Drest, "but maybe we can move ourselves into the library. There are fewer people and we can talk man-talk...horses, jousting, swords, armor, all that fun stuff. A team of servants can bring us a wagon load of food and," here he raised his voice, "you lovely ladies can talk about whatever it is you lovely ladies talk about when men aren't around."
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'It's getting awfully crowded in here,' thought Drestakil. Richard would probably like to get away, but then Bart came through the entryway. The two probably had some talking to do.

asked Gina. Cordelia answered that she was and Drestakil suddenly felt a large hollow spot around his middle. It wouldn't do that a Lord and Master should slide off to the kitchen to make up his own meal. He could remember the time years ago when he would have been glad to have any kind of food at all scraped up off the floor, he was so hungry. Those years spent on the rowing bench and then in the East had changed his viewpoint about many things.

Drestakil chuckled and thought of what Penelope and Cordelia must think. This was what Family was...relatives, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles...all popping in unnannounced and welcome...THAT was Family! Servants who were practically family members themselves, given a dignity that was earned as well as deserved. He had seen instances, when he lived in the East, when a servant was beaten and sometimes killed for not doing exactly what was expected. It would be unimaginable for that to happen in the Mortimer household.
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He looked at the woman to whom he'd frightened. Seemed she was in a condition as well, with child. He had not noticed at first, but then when she shifted to eagerly to answer Lady Sutton, well he could see the faintest hint of difference.

It was amazing how the fade of spring brought round the birth of babies so quickly. It was like the nip of the cool air caused couples to, well caused them to spend more time trying to stay warm, perhaps. It was inconceivable how two people, with love or without, could make such a thing and then not believe in something greater than just existing.

He'd never held a baby, never even gotten close to one besides seeing them with their mothers or fathers round the town or at the houses he collected taxes from. They were bags of drool and laughter. He was never quite sure how to take them. One minute they would be entertained by the wizz of a fly and then the next thing you knew they'd be shrieking or snotting.

He'd never much thought of ever having one of his own. It was hard to picture, as not even once in his life had he envisioned asking for a lady's hand nor even for so much as a night of company. His aunt would have handled those affairs and as she was more interested in spending his father's money, she sent him away rather than bother with it.

While in Scotland, he had been too frightened to speak to the locals. The men wore short dresses and the ladies were barbaric. Even the beautiful ones seemed to be able to murder animals with their bare hands!

He shuddered to think of his life if he had stayed there. He envisioned a woman knocking him on the head with a club and dragging him to her nearby clan camp. By the time he woke up she would have likely had three children named Angus Argus and Gus, all boys in tiny plaid skirts, throwing around fresh lamb legs as if they were toys.

The only enjoyment he could find in the horrible picture would be of the day he would finally come home and could leave Angus, Argus, Gus and his wife in the care of his aunt whilst he ran away giggling to the tavern two towns away. Would serve her right for not taking the time to find him a proper wife..

He should feel ashamed, knowing now that in her greed and fever she forgot to protect herself from the plagues that overtook their county, Jah rest her soul. This bit of news became privy when he'd gone to collect monies to repay Bart for his kindness. Their coffers were clean, the house burned, and the lands ruined. He'd had only the clothes on his back, had it not been for the position he now held.

At the sound of Bart's voice he came back from his thoughts, though the talk of food had stirred his belly to growl.

He nodded to the man and feigned a weak smile "Yes, to their dismay I have met them" he hinted, but he'd never tell him the truth. He'd have to hope no one else did either.

"I trust your trip went well" he commented. He noticed the Uncle had gone quiet and thought maybe he could suggest something the men in attendance would appreciate.

"Maybe we could step into the parlor and have a drink, let these charming ladies have their say of things until we've all been called to eat" he suggested.
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As Gina was trying to assess the situation at hand, Sloan, one of the newer servants she had hired to help around the Castle since she had been keeping Lorilye busy with helping here, and Breigan busy with Cheebly at Sutton Estate with all the new Nursery remodeling, came in and said to her in a whisper.
"Begging your pardon M'Lady, there was a man come to the door, he asked about the Head of the Household, but did not give me time to come and get you. But he was going on and on about something to do with Sutton House and Mortimer House, and marriage, and support. He spoke in manner that I could not get in a word. He spoke his piece and left. I know not what he was going on about. But I thought you should know." He gave a slight bow and waited for her instructions.
She looked at him quizzically and said, "No matter. If he just left without seeking anyone out, then it must not be something that can't wait. So, we'll continue to enjoy our visit, and I will try to find out what the matter was all about when I begin about family business again on the morrow. Now, if you would, please bring in some more tea, and some ale in case anyone wants that instead." As the young mad started backing out of the room, she said, "Oh, and Sloan...please, don't be so nervous. You're doing a fine job here." Smiling encouragingly at him, she watches him grin and turn and walk forward out of the room. Turning back to the activities at hand, she says, "Alright, now where were we?"
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No sooner than he got out of the room, then Sloan heard another knock at the door. One thing was sure, he thought to himself, there is never a dull moment when one works for the Mortimers.
Going to the door, he pulls it open to see a very pretty young woman standing there. He bowed slightly, and said, "Good day how may I help you?"

He could not have turned a brighter shade of red, Not ever in his life. It would be wise to do something quickly to change their minds about his behavior. But how could he do that, and quickly?

"It is delightful to meet your acquaintance, Lady Cordelia and Lady Penelope. A fine testament to England's grace and beauty are you both, if I may say so, that is, with no disrespect or dishonor meant to your sirs of course" he said, folding and unfolding the rim of his already misshapen hat ".. and the Lady Sutton, ever a kind and gracious host, simply glowing" he added proudly.

A servant comes in and announces a guest having spoken at the door and then left. That was odd, he thought, wonder what that had to do with anything?

"Alright, now where were we?" Lady Sutton asked.

"If I may, I believe we were about to celebrate a wedding and your good news, Lady Sutton" he said, eager to press forward with forgetting how clumsy and stumbling he was.
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Kenna woke up with ease and she sat up and looked over at her husband.

"I'm sorry, I hadn't meant to sleep the whole way. Just only wanted a nap. Looks like you've had your hands full" she smiled. She had not been used to having him around, but today was different. It would be the first day of their attempt to spend more time together rather than take errands or travel.

Kenna had been busy with trade arrangements, having started a commitment with a dear friend. It had successfully taken off, of course, but had left her little time to do the things she missed nor had she any spare time to be much of a wife and barely a mother.

Bart was endeavoring to be a good Samaritan as well. He had, with his lordship and persuasion, helped some of the towns in Wiltshire settle their debts and keep a positive treasury. It was the least he could do considering all the trials and tribulations as of late.

It had caused a serious strain on their encounters. Kenna was still very much devoted to him, she loved him for as long as she could remember. But even if absence did make the heart grow fonder, did not the tendrils of love need to be nurtured?

They both needed this time, needed each other, now more than ever. It was determined that with the news and situations of war, it would be best spent in the company of family.
"If you can pass her to me, slow the horses and I will hold her" she suggests.

She could tell by the tress and hills that they were close. The smell of the spring that ran far round the property was all she needed to cause a smile on her face. Soon she could relax and get out of these traveling clothes. It would be great to be home again.

"I know we've had little time to say much with all this packing and leaving, but you do know that I love you, right?" she asks him, readying herself to take their daughter, when he was ready.
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"Is this a normal occurrence at the Mortimer estate? Did the man open a closet with skeletons?"...but Drestakil didn't really hear her. He was trotting down the hall, pulling his sword over his shoulder, ready to bring it down hard on something, anything, that might be a threat. He entered the main room to find the only threat was to assorted dignities, it seemed. Ladygina was struggling to NOT laugh out loud, Richard was about to destroy his hat, and Lady Cordelia was standing in a defensive posture holding a ...teapot? He held his smile in and turned back down the hall. Penelope and Juliyn were still standing, puzzled expressions, waiting for someone to show them in.

Drestakil motioned to Juliyn, "Nephew, why don't you and the Lady come in and have some...tea. I'm sure there's a servant around here somewhere who knows how to make it...unless you'd prefer something a bit stronger?"
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Cordelia had had her eyes closed and had not realized that someone had entered the room.

She lept out of her chair, swearing in a most unladylike way, but in Gaelic. Her words may not have been understandable, but thier meaning was clear. She had also grabbed the nearest likely looking weapon - the teapot.

She watched in confusion as the man stumbled and... fell?This caused her to vocalness to quiet. She relaxed her grip on the teapot slightly.

He stutters an apology as Gina enters the room. She sets the teapot down on the table again as it becomes apparent that this was some servant.

"Hello, um.. Richard." She paused, unsure of what kind of introduction to give after that little escapade. She decided on a semi-formal one, she needed to save some face... "I'm Cordelia McDermott~Mortimer, Baroness of Worthing. Geoffery Mortimer is my husband." She nods her head to the man and hides her hands in the folds of her skirt.
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OOC: Sorry about the slip on the sword....edited previous post to correct

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No sooner than they had gotten inside than the door opened and she turned to see Juliyn and .... his new bride ... enter. He greeted them all, and kissed Gina's hand. As he asked if they'd received his letter. She had, and she had to admit to herself, though she would try to keep it to herself as best she could, but with the pregnancy, her moods have been slightly odd. Drest spoke first, and at the mention of the ceremony, she couldn't help but bristle.
She smiled, though, and would at least try to understand the quickness of getting married without your family. Jules had responsibilities to tend to and he wanted to be married before he left. She understood that, really she did, but...to do so without his family just was ..... well, she just didn't understand that part. She lost her parents at a very young age, and Jules had been without his own, so she would think that the feeling of needing your family at your side during all the most important moments in your life would mean the same to him as it did her.
She looked at Penelope. Nodding her head as Drest introduced them, she said, "Aye, we've met once at the House of Parliament Balistrade. Nice to see you again, Lady Penelope." The meeting had been an odd, awkward one. Lady Gina had been quite upset and vocal about the Speaker at the time twisting her words about in regards to Pliny's disappearance, and Lady Penelope had tried to comfort her. The awkward part was the hug. They did not even know each other and she hugged her to comfort her. And she spoke to Gina somewhat in a manner that she thought Gina was being....irrational and too emotional. At the time, it was quite irritating to Gina that she took such liberties, but 'twas just the pregnancy mood, she surmised.
Suddenly, a loud yell and "Good Gods!" shook her from her thoughts and she rushed into the room where Cordelia was, just in time to see that Richard was stuttering and apologizing. Shaking her head, she said, "Richard, have you met Lady Cordelia yet?" The humor of the situation just could not be missed, and she stifled a giggle. Not to mention it bought her some time to compose herself and speak with Jules and Penelope of their wedding.
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He quickly bowed over Gina's hand, nodded at the retainer, Richard Bocock. 'Certainly an odd name, although Drestakil isn't all that common, come to think of it,' thought Drest.

He had been watching to see if Juliyn and Penelope would follow, but they held back. 'Probably building up their courage...I'm sure Gina will have a word or two to say about the suddenness of their wedding.'

The two entered after Drest and Richard had entered the hallway. He turned, Juliyn greeted them, and asked about a letter. "Letter?" said Drest, "what letter? You're writing to everyone else and not your favorite Uncle? I am afraid I'm going to have to have Penelope have a word with you, privately, of course, about protocol. Being the Duchess of Sussex, I am sure she is aware of the forms." He turned to Penelope, bowed over her hand and said, "I am so glad to see you again, dear Lady. I wish I could have been present at the ceremony, but we both know how these things go." He turned to Ladygina, "I don't know if you've met Lady Penelope, Duchess of Sussex and charmer extraordinaire. Lady Penelope, may I introduce you to Lady Gina Mortimer-Sutton."
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Cordelia opens her mouth to answer when she hears a rapping and Gina excuses herself. Cordelia leans back into the couch, hand on her stomach, wondering if the child would be boy or girl.
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Before Cordelia could answer her question, Lady Gina heard a rap at the front door. Knowing Lorilye was busy with .... well, something, as the woman always was, and because of the awkwardness of the earlier moments, Gina decided to see who had come calling herself. Smiling at Cordelia, she said, "Escuse me Cordelia, but it seems we have company. I'll just go see who it is." She gets up and makes her way to the door, pulling it open to reveal Bart and Kenna's retainer, Richard BoCock. She had met him a couple of times before, and he was always a funny, odd sort of man. But, what she saw behind him caused her a moment's alarm. Her cousin, Drest had come up behind him, and obviously not knowing who he was, had asked if he sought anyone in the Castle, and Gina spoke up, "Cousin, I see you have not had the pleasure of meeting Richard BoCock. He is Bart and Kenna's retainer, Cousin, so no need for your gruffness today, as he is definitely a friend." She smiled jokingly at Drest, and looked soothingly at BoCock hoping he wasn't too alarmed.
"Richard, please pay Drest no mind. He's really a softy on the inside. Now, please come in and tell me what brings you to the Castle today." Stepping aside, she makes room for both men to enter, and gives her cousin a shake of the head. She knew it was just his protective manner, but sometimes....he seemed so gruff, and he really wasn't that gruff on the inside...

Edited to take out the bit about the sword because I misread, and to keep continuity Sorry about that guys!
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'Now who is that?' Drest questioned. A man standing at the door waiting to be let in. Obviously not family, since most of them would simply walk in. Drestakil rode at a quick trot through the gate and slid down from his horse, handing it off t a stable boy. As he walked toward the young man, he did a quick inventory...sword at his back, knives in their sheaths, quiver of arrows sticking up over his shoulder and a small double-curved bow at his side...he chuckled. 'Yes, I'm ready for company.'

The man turned toward him. Drest walked forward and tilted his head slightly, "Hello, Sir. Do you seek someone in the Castle?"
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(On the road to the Castle)

Bart had visited the towns hall just before they left. He was of the impression that mail left better from town than by coin-in-hand neighbors. It was probably true, no doubt. She had managed to talk him into buying a few things in town just before they set off onto the path they had taken many times and because of that she had been lucky enough to intercept a messenger at the courthouse asking about them. He'd been carrying a letter. A letter with which had been sitting for two days with no one to bring them into the countryside.

Not many liked to travel the edge of town, you see. Someone had gotten drunk before and not being a town regular, they decided to say that Dorchester had a sea monster as opposed to the truth. Everyone knows the supposed "monster" was quite sweet so long as you were on your best behavior.

Well anyway, the letter was from Julyin. Nothing from the others yet, but an unexpected letter! How wonderful! Kenna had Mary on her hip and clasped her treasure in her hand as she rushed back to the carriage to show her husband.

He smiled, knowing she was ever so pleased and took Mary into the seat with him while she sprawled out in the back to settle in and read.

"One letter was already full of surprises, expecting a baby?! Would never have guessed it, but I suppose I should 'ave. It's not like after you get married you are committed then to still hold hands and nothing more. I do know a thing or two about that" she sighed and rolled her eyes a little. Sure as the sun if she could see her husbands face he would be smiling, the evil toad.

She went wide eyed at the handwriting, never before had she seen his writing. He used a fine style of lettering, scholarly, educated. It was impressive. She couldn't describe the overwhelming emotion of knowing that this man, this sender of letter, was family and had thought enough of their brief meetings to actually sit and say a piece to her about whatever this was.. oh yes, get on with reading it! She was almost too excited to carry on.

"(clears her throat) ...To my family, scattered though they be across the land,I hope this missive finds all of you well, your endeavors successful, and your travels safe. Well, isn't he sweet and thoughtful, such an elegant opening I would say..I am happy, in these hard times, to be writing with good news to share. Yesterday, on the twelfth of June, Penelope de Grey became my wife in a small civil ceremony.Recently, I had informed some of you that the wedding between the Lady de Grey and I would be postponed. However, given my propensity for sudden decision changes, I asked Penelope to marry me in a small civil ceremony. I was reluctant to wait, not knowing the length of time that will require my absence from her side. My only regret is not being able to have you all there." Kenna furrowed her brow, having slowed down many times to struggle with the facts as they came out with her voice in his words of what had taken place. Though she had understood clearly, it had not helped the drop of her heart into her throat and the sinking peculiar feeling that began to stir in her mind.

"You did just hear me, Bart, you did just hear what was said" she said, and Bart nodded.

"Married without his family there? I just.. well I have heard of it before but I can not imagine why. We would have come, you know" and of course Bart knew because he was the same fellow who had just agreed to pack his wife and house and move for the coming months until Gina gave birth or as long as it took to see to it that everyone was satisfied. He was a good husband. Even now in his silence he was being good because he knew that Kenna needed to talk it out or else she would not make any sense of it.

...and because she was now determined to get to the end she read the rest to herself.



She folded it up and pulled herself up in the seat next to her husband and daughter. She tucked the letter in her pocket and then clasped her hands in her lap. For most of his life, as she had, he had lived without them so far be it from her to judge his choice in wanting to go on with this wedding in the same way. Maybe it was because of the need to rush things, what with all this war and mayhem. Maybe it was because his lady wished it so. Bart would do anything she asked to a degree so with respect she could admire that. However, she felt disengaged and disheartened. In the place where she wanted to stand, the ideal place to see them look into each others eyes or share their first dance as man and wife.. well that place no longer existed. And surely in time she would get to know this Penelope girl. She could invite her over, maybe to have a sip on the rooftop as Gina and Kenna often do to commemorate a lucid moment in their lives. That is if the newlywed bride even wanted to know them. Though her father never said much, some from court had mentioned that there were words exchanged, none of favor, between he and her. She prayed now that with her commitment to Juliyn, the lady would accept their understanding and passionate views, let them love her as they do all people. Even the sort who may disagree with them. Only time will tell and with the ending of his very heartfelt letter he claimed they would be arriving at the Mortimer Castle.

She would use this time to show him what having a family really meant.

"If it is alright with you I am going to lay my head on your shoulder and rest while you carry us there..I am" she sighed and scooted over towards him"..tired" she laid against his arm and tucked her arm around Mary and his waist. He settled in with the two of his ladies and drove the horses onward.


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As Gina hears her words, and sees the unshed tears, her heart goes out to the woman. But, she was somewhat confused by her admission. Gina had not seen Geo in quite some time, since the wedding, if her memory was correct, so she had not been witness to any changes in him. And at that time, he seemed absolutely fine. But, his wife, of course, would notice things. This news saddened her, but she was also overcome by Cordelia's thoughts that she would not be a suitable Mother should something happen to Geo. Not knowing what to say, she simply patted Cordelia's hand and said, "M'Lady, from what I have seen you are a strong woman. And a wonderful Mother! I have faith that Jah will look over Geo and he will survive, and forge on. But, if something else is in His plans for your husband, I have confidence that you will be just fine. You will raise your children into fine adults."
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As Cordelia sips her tea, Gina sits in silence. The moment is awkward, for she knows not what to say to Cordelia. She is confused over the whole conversation. Since she has not seen Geo since the wedding, and he was fine then, she could not wrap her mind around the idea of him not being himself. So, she did not know how to comfort his wife. Nor did she know if comforting was what Cordelia needed. But that was the confusing part. Gina had no idea what she needed. Nor why she came here and confided in her. Did she come here for comfort? Did she come here for advice? What?
Gina tried to put herself in Cordelia's shoes. Now that she was going to be a Mother, would she be able to carry on if something happened to Dranoel? Would she lose her sanity as Cordelia said she feared she would? Or would she be strong for her children? Gina thought she would most definitely carry on and be there for her children. No matter what, they would need her. 'Twould not be fair for them to lose both parents. She would be devastated, of course, but, she would carry on, somehow. That was Gina's hope at least. But, everyone was different, so what might be true for her, may not be true for Cordelia.
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She sets her teacup down, she could see some confusion on the other woman's face. "I am sorry I brought this problem to your lap, Gina. But I did not know where else to turn. The world has changed so much these past months. At times, I feel myself stumbling to catch up. Thank ye for listening." She meets Gina's eyes, trying to express her gratitude.
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She nods and smiles. "I believe I'm about two months in now. So, a new little Mortimer shall be entering the world in January." Her smile falters, and she fiddles nervously with a teacup. "That is, indirectly, the real reason that brings me to the Castle today."
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"I fear for Viceroy. He has... not been the same since he was regent. I fear it took a toll on him, more than anyone realizes because he won't admit to it! I do not want anything to happen to him. If anything... anything did, I know I would take the blame upon myself. My body may survive, but I do not give that much credit to my sanity. I am... afraid."

She looked at Gina, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. She could count on one hand the number of times she had made that statement.

"If that is the road fate takes. I do not think I would be a suitable mother..."

She falls silent.
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No sooner than she had sent the Messenger with the letter to Kenna than Lorilye came in and announced that there was a visitor. Excited to finally, hopefully, see some family, she hurried out to the entrance hall and saw Cordelia standing there. Going to the woman, she smiles broadly and gives her a hug. "Cordelia! 'Tis so nice to see you again. Please, come in and have some tea with me. Tell me what brings you to the Castle today? She leads the way into the sitting room, and has Lorilye bring in some tea.
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As she listens to Cordelia, she catches the phrase "unsafe for me to ride". She had not heard any news about Cordelia and Geo in a while so she wondered if this meant what she thought it did. Wondering if she should just ask outright, she determined that that was the best course of action. So smiling she looks Cordelia directly in the eye and asked, "And why would it not be safe for you to ride?"
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At the news of Cordelia's pregnancy, Gina breaks into a fit of giggles. Once she has composed herself, she says, "Oh Cordelia, that's wonderful news! Please forgive my reaction, but I just couldn't help it, for you see, I'm with child too! Isn't this wonderful?? So much joy for the Mortimers to celebrate!"
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As she was looking over her notes for the remodeling of the wing of Sutton Estate she would make into the nursery, Lorilye brought her an envelope.
Looking down at it, she saw the familiar writing of Kenna, and her heart soared. She had been so worried about her cousin and had heard nothing in so long! Now, at least she knew, she was alive and, hopefully, well.
Tearing open the envelope, she reads:



She reread the letter twice. The mention of Kenna being a mother, and losing time....it suddenly worried her. Was she ready to be a mother herself? She was always on the go. Helping here, sticking her nose in politics because it draws her like a moth to a flame. But now with the baby coming.....she had promised herself she would step back, take it easy and not have to be involved in everything. But, could she honestly commit to that? It gave her pause, and she took a moment before she began responding to her cousin's letter.
Sighing, she began to write:



She folds the letter, and once she has it addressed properly, she places the cap on the ink well and puts the quill in its holder. Bringing the candle over top of it, she lets the wax drip onto the fold. Then taking her personal insignia, she seals the letter. She calls out to Lorilye, and when the woman comes in, she hands her the letter, and asks her to get one of the Mortimer messengers to take it to the mail office to be delivered post haste.
Then, when she is alone again, she sits in silence for a while, contemplating all that has happened to her family, and all that might happen in the future. It is both sad and happy, because they have been through so much, both good and bad. She knew though, that together, they could weather any storm.....even war. And they would come out of it, still together, still a happy family.
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After a nice refreshing nap, she came downstairs and realized she was famished. She went into the kitchen to see what Lorilye, who had come from Evesham to be of any assistance Gina needed, had prepared for lunch, and was greeting by the wonderful aroma of Soupes dorroy*. She made herself a plate and a cup of the tea that was on the table, and went into the dining room to enjoy.
After she had finished, she went into the sitting room and brought out parchment and quill and decided to write some letters, in the chance that none of the family made it by before she had to go back to Evesham.
She wanted to share the news with them but it might not be in person.
Just as she was about to begin, she heard a knock at the front door and looked up as Lorilye, entered the sitting room.
She said, "M'Lady, there has been a missive delivered for you." And, handing the letter to Lady Gina, she made her way back out to do whatever it was she had been doing. Gina smiled warmly at the woman's retreating back. Lorilye and her husband had been so much help to her, and had come to be part of the family. When she had told them that she was with child, one would have thought it was their own grandchild Gina was carrying, the way they fussed and went on. It really warmed Gina's heart that they treated her, and the rest of her family, as their own.
Looking down at the letter, she smiled as she saw Maitane's familiar writing.




"Well," she thought to herself, "that answers the question of who I write first!"

So, setting quill to parchment she wrote.




Once finished, she found Lorilye and gave her the letter, instructing her that when she went out for supplies later, to please take that to the Mail Office to have it delivered.

*DESCRIPTION: Toasted bread in almond milk, onions, & wine
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OOC: I've bumped this up, to give continuity, and it's now been a couple of weeks since the last visit.....
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As she made her way back to Mortimer Castle, she wondered if anyone would be about to share her news with. She still wasn't feeling one hundred percent better than the last time she was here, but now, she knew what was wrong with her. And what was wrong , and what was "wrong" was something so very right and wonderful!
When she had departed the Castle two weeks ago to go home to Evesham, she made a point of going by MacBratney House first so that she could get a diagnosis from Lord Beaker. After a rather uncomfortable, and embarrassing, appointment, with some very intrusive questsions, he determined the "problem". She was approximately four weeks with child! She had not been able to share the news yet with her family, so she came back to the Castle, to relax a bit, and to hopefully see some of the family.
She walked through the doors, and found no one about, so she went to her room and unpacked her bag, and decided to take a nap, hoping someone would show soon.....
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