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[RP] - Meeting with the Duke of Styria

Lucrezia59
[Palazzo Imperiale - L'infermeria]
16 agosto



Lucrezia era rimasta in infermeria quando la porta si spalancò ed entrò il suo Generale pallida e sudata, si reggeva un braccio da cui il sangue usciva copioso.

Si precipitò e le parlò per vedere quanto fosse debole.

Il Generale le parlò con tranquillità, la dote di un Generale in qualsiasi situazione si trovasse, ma si capiva che soffriva anche se non lo esternava.
La fece sdraiare e finalmente diede un'occhiata allo sbrecco che si vedeva attraverso la manica della divisa.

Senza pensarci prese un coltello affilato e tagliò via il tessuto per osservare meglio il taglio.

Una gran brutta ferita, pensò, profonda e lunga quasi una ventina di centimetri , i bordi non erano nitidi e anche se il sangue continuava a colare poteva vedere che nessuna arteria era stata recisa. Questo era un'ottima notizia.


Generale, dovrete essere forte, la ferita è brutta ma bisogna ricucirla subito prima che si infetti.
Vi darò un leggero anestetico e vi farò una cucitura che non si vedrà quasi, vi dò la mia parola.


Prese dal tavolo, dove alcune ore prima aveva approntato tutto il necessario per curare il Patriarca, perciò aveva tutto quanto le serviva, una spugna con cui ripulì la zona per potere aver la visione libera dai fluidi rossi.

Poi diede al Generale alcune gocce di un liquido bruno dolciastro, l'anesteco, appena capì che iniziava a fare effetto, prese l'ago e filo e con delicatezza iniziò a dare i punti di sutura.
Tamponava il sangue che usciva e cuciva.
Molto tempo passò, forse alcune ore ma alla fine la ferita risultò pulita e i punti quasi invisibili.ma alla fine la ferita risultò pulita e i punti quasi invisibili.


Ecco fatto, dovrò ricontrollare domani e fra qualche giorno si potranno togliere i punti di sutura, nel frattempo prenderete 10 gocce di questa pozione 3 volte al giorno, è un tonico. Dopo tutto questo sangue perso ne avrete bisogno. Prenderete anche mattina e sera un cucchiaino di questa polvere verde che serve per contrastare qualsiasi infezione.
Vi ordino, in quanto ufficiale medico, un giorno di riposo completo se nò non rispondo del decorso post operatorio.


Si ripulì dal sangue nel catino di acqua limpida, poi rivolgendosi al Generale aggiunse.

Generale, con il Vostro permesso mi assento un momento. Vorrei vedere il Patriarca, mi è stato detto che era defunto ma voglio visitarlo prima che il corpo sia portato via.

Chiamò una guardia perché si metesse a disposizione del loro Generale per qualsiasi cosa avesse bisogno, gli ordinò anche che qualora il Generale perdesse i sensi di venirla a chiamarla immediatamente.

Uscì dalla stanza, dopo aver dato un'occhiata alla sua paziente vedendola calma e si diresse dove era stato posto il corpo del Patriarca.

Nella stanza alleggiava uno strano odore, non un odore di morte a cui era abituata ma un odore dolciastro appena percettibile.
La penombra non permetteva di vedere chiaramente le mura, ma il corpo era in centro della stanza.
Si avvicinò e lo toccò.
Non era freddo come si era aspettata e il colore della pelle ancora rosa, certo appena visibile , come se il sangue irrorasse ancora i tessuti.
Gli occhi chiusi e la bocca appena socchiusa.

Qualcosa non quadrava. Un dubbio la pervase.
Era una cosa che non capitava spesso, anzi era talmente raro che non le era ancora mai capitato , ma potrebbe essere...
Doveva esserne certa, assolutamente certa.
Certi libri riportavano come aver la certezza assoluta.

Prese la candela posta accanto al corpo e la avvicinò al viso.

La fiamma tremò per un attimo, poi smise.

Non sapeva se era una sua illusione o se l'aveva vista davvero muoversi, perciò cercò nella stanza un altro attrezzo che le avrebbe dato certezza.

Si allontanò dal corpo e iniziò a rovistare nel mobile basso che trovò nel angolo più buio della stanza.

Infilò la mano in un'anta e trovò ciò che cercava, o quasi, non uno specchio come avrebbe desiderato trovare ma una coppa di argento. Lucidissima.

La prese dal piedestall per non sporcare la coppa e tornò verso il Patriarca.

Diede un sospiro e avvicinò la parte lucida alla bocca socchiusa.
Aspettò qualche secondo.

Sulla superficie si formò un leggero alone.

Era la prova che cercava, il soffio anche se debole del Patriarca.

Chiamò a gran voce la guardia che era rimasta davanti alla porta.

Portalo immediatamente nell' infermeria!

Poi una volta là dovrai procurami delle coperte, tante, calde e fai far scaldare dell'acqua.

Sù corri, chiama aiuto!



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[ Imperial Palace - The infirmary ]
August 16


Lucrezia had been in the infirmary when the door opened and entered its General pale and sweaty , was holding his arm from which the blood was copious .
He ran and told her to see what was weak .
The General spoke to her calmly , the dowry of a General in any situation he was, but you could tell he was suffering even if it esternava .
He made her lie down and finally took a look at the sbrecco that could be seen through the sleeve of his uniform.
Without thinking, he took a sharp knife and cut away the tissue to better observe the cut.
A terrible wound , he thought, deep and almost twenty centimeters long , the edges were not sharp, even if the blood continued to flow could see that no artery had been severed . This was great news .


General, you have to be strong , the wound is bad but you have to sew it back just before it got infected.
I will give you a slight anesthetic and I will make a seam that you will not see nearly so, I give you my word .

Taken from the table, where a few hours before had prepared everything necessary to treat the Patriarch , so she had everything she needed , which wiped with a sponge the area to be able to have clear vision from the fluids red .
 
Then he gave the General a few drops of brown liquid sweet , the anesteco , just realized that was beginning to take effect, took the needle and thread and gently began to give the stitches .
Stanched the blood coming out and sewed .
A long time passed , maybe a few hours but in the end turned out to clean the wound and points almost invisible.

That's it, I'll have to check again tomorrow and in a few days you can remove the stitches , in the meantime, this potion will take 10 drops 3 times a day , is a tonic . After all this blood lost you need it. You shall take morning and evening a teaspoon of this green powder that is used to counteract any infection.
I order you , as a medical officer , a day of complete rest Noh if I do not answer the postoperative course .


He wiped the blood in the basin of clear water, then turning to the General added.

General, with your permission I be away for a moment. I would like to see the Patriarch , I was told that it was late but I want to visit it before the body is taken away.

He called a guard because you metesse available to their General for anything he needed , ordered him also that if the General lost the senses of meet you call it immediately.

He left the room , after glancing at his patient seeing her calm and went where it was placed the body of the Patriarch .

Alleggiava a strange smell in the room , not a smell of death she was used to but a faint sweet smell .
The dim light did not allow to clearly see the walls , but the body was in the middle of the room .
He walked over and touched him .
It was not as cold as she had expected and the color of the skin still pink , some barely visible, as if the blood still irrorasse tissues .
His eyes closed and mouth slightly ajar .

Something was not right . A doubt filled her .
It was something that did not happen often , indeed it was so rare that it had not ever happened yet , but it could be ...
He had to be certain , absolutely certain.
Certain books reported as having absolute certainty.

He took the candle placed next to the body and walked over to the face.

The flame trembled for a moment, then stopped .

He did not know if it was his illusion or if he had seen her really move, so he tried another tool in the room that would give certainty.

He walked away from the body and began to rummage in low cabinet that found in the darkest corner of the room.

He put his hand in a door and he found what he was looking for, or nearly so, not as a mirror but he wanted to find a cup of silver. A shiny .

He took it from piedestall not to dirty the cup and returned to the Patriarch.

He gave a sigh and walked over to the shiny mouth ajar.
He waited a few seconds.

On the surface it formed a soft glow .

It was the proof he was looking for , even if weak breath of the Patriarch .

Called out the guard who had remained at the door.

Take it immediately in the ' infirmary !

Then once there you will need to get me some blankets , many, hot and do not warm up the water.

Upward run, call for help !

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Kelian_


You alone can rescue
23.08.1461

Auch ich erlaube mir ein kleines Lächeln, während der Mann lacht. "Natürlich habe ich die Zeit, verzeiht. Ich wollte nur...das Offensichtliche aussprechen." Habe ich die Zeit wirklich? Meine Gedanken gehen zu dem Weibe, welches sich bestimmt sorgt und in eben jene Richtung gehen auch seine Worte. Soll ich lügen? Oder dies unkommentiert lassen? Zweiteres ist besser, denke ich. "Ich werde Eure Nachricht so überbringen." Ganz ohne Wertung, ohne irgendetwas anderes. Es ist egal, was er denkt und was ich dazu sage, seine Meinung steht.
Erneut stellt sich die Frage, Lügen oder nicht? "Ich hörte Gerüchte, dass er und einige andere flohen, konnte es mir aber kaum vorstellen. So ist es also wahr? Der Alte?" Fragend der Blick, nicht mehr denn je mehr ich an den Bau denke, umso unwahrscheinlicher wirkt es, als ob dieser auch hier rausgekommen wäre. Ich meine, wie alt ist er? Hundert? Hundertundfünfzig? "Ja, Wein ist gut." Meine Beine tragen mich zu dem angeboten Sitzplatz. Nun sitzend, warte ich wieder den angemessenen Moment, dass Comyr für alles sorgen könnte. "Mein Begehren? Ich würde gerne wieder nach Hause reisen und meiner Arbeit nachgehen können. Ich bin der Wappenmaler in der Steiermark - ich mache es gerne. Doch, dieser Wunsch wird sich nur erfüllen, falls beide Fugger nicht mehr hier weilen. Davon gehe ich aber, nachdem ich den Palast gesehen habe nicht aus. Der alte Mann wäre niemals zu so etwas fähig. Ich hoffe darauf, dass Ihr ihn mir übergeben werdet - mit oder ohne Bedingungen." Auf meiner Zunge liegt die Frage, was er begehrt, doch ich lasse es lieber.

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You alone can rescue
23.08.1461

While the man laughs, I allow myself a little smile. “Of course I have time, my apologies. I just…wanted to face theobvious.” Do I have this time? My thoughts are heading toward the woman, who surely worries about my person. Should I lie? Or better do not say something about it? The second one is the better choice. „I will take your message to her.” Without a judgement, without another subtil intention. It is equal, what he thinks and it is equal what I will say, his opinion already exists.
It’s the second time, that I have to face the question, if I should lie or not. “I heard rumors, that the duke and some other guys fled, but couldn’t imagine. So, it is actually true? The old one?” An interrogative view, not more, but when I think of the huge palace, I cant see how the old man climbes the walls or run for his life. Even riding. I mean, how old is he? Hundred? Hundred and fifty? “Yes, wine is fine.” My legs take me to the seat. As I sit, I wait just long enough, that Comyr could arrange the drinks for us to answer his question. “What I desire? I would like to go home and do my work. I am the styrian herold – and I like my work. But, I fear, this wish is only possible, if both Fugger are not your guests anymore. But, I don’t think that. I have seen the palace and the old man couldn’t have fled. I hope, that youl will give him to me – with or without terms.” I am about to ask the man, what he desires, but I can pull myself together.

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Ludwig_von_frayner
[Imperial Palace of Strasbourg – Imperial Office]


A few hours had passed since the escape of Adam Fugger from the Imperial Palace of Strasbourg. The Emperor was greatly annoyed by this news, and decided to retire into his office alone. Indeed, some of his cold angers needed to be concealed. He was convinced that the traitors had to be punished. The thought that a criminal can escape his castle, and escape his justice, without paying the price for his sins, was not acceptable. He did not stay alone for long. Lieutenant Leonardo Manfredi entered his office to inform him that the Patriarch was dead, and that the Imperial Marschallin was hurt.

Was he surprised ? No. God had dispensed his justice. Since the heresy of the Patriarch was proved, his death was logical. Heretics did not deserve to live in this world. So, he was neither happy nor disappointed. Actually, he lacked something: Adam Fugger's head. Silent, the Emperor dipped his pen in the fresh ink and wrote a note on a parchment.


    "Lieutenant, bring the body of the heretic to Styria with this message."


Imperial message a écrit:
Here is the destiny of those who betray God and the Empire.

    L.v.F.

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Ranian
[Palazzo Imperiale - Infermeria]

Il dolore al braccio si affievoliva piano piano, ma questo solo per l'effetto dell'intruglio di erbe che Lucrezia aveva usato per addormentarla, l'aveva tranquillizzata che tutto sarebbe andato bene, ma di questo Ranian non ne aveva dubbi, conosceva la sua amica dottoressa e si fidava di lei. Sentiva come se qualcosa pizzicasse di volta in volta il suo braccio e vedeva l'apprensione della dottoressa nello svolgere il suo lavoro, non sapeva quanto tempo era passato dal momento che lei aveva iniziato a lavorare sul sul braccio, ma sembrava una vita, fino a quando la vide alzare la testa e sorriderle, aveva terminato il suo lavoro. Avrebbe voluto ringraziarla ma non riusciva ad aprire bocca e se lo faceva sentiva la nausea salire. Udì le sue raccomandazioni "mamma quante" pensò "nemmeno mia madre, pace alla sua anima, me ne faceva così tante" sorrise o forse era una smorfia, annuì a Lucrezia dopodichè la vide andare via. Era sola, poteva riposare le bastava chiudere gli occhi e sprofondare nel sonno, un sonno perso ormai da giorni, ma una mano le impedì questo suo desiderio, vide il soldato che Lucrezia le avava lasciato di guardia, avrebbe voluto con se la sua spada e trapassarlo, così avrebbe dormito. "Ora capisco perchè molti dicono di preferire la morte, così non c'è nessuno che gli impedisce di dormire" pensava ironicamente "la morte...Graufang" ricordò le parole di Jospin, quando un trambusto la fece solbalzare, qualcuno aveva aperto la porta dell'infermeria, vide un paio di guardie che trasportavano un corpo "Sarà un commilitone che si sarà fatto male durante gli allenamenti?" dietro di loro un'altra guardia con delle coperte in mano e Lucrezia, uno di essi si scansò e il Maresciallo vide che l'uomo che avevano portato con tanta urgenza era Graufang. Avrebbe voluto chiedere perchè il cadavere del vecchio fosse stato portato nella stanza e no presso la cripta, ma non ci riusciva, maledì l'anestetico, udì la guardia domandare ad uno dei suoi colleghi cosa fosse successo e l'altro rispondergli che il vecchio era vivo. "Vivo!....Graufang era vivo!" ripeteva nella sua mente "E quella luce? Da dove proviene? E' così luminosa e calda"...

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[ Imperial Palace - The infirmary ]

Arm pain lessened gradually, but this only for the effect of the herbal concoction that Lucrezia had used to addormentarla, had quieted down that everything would be fine, but this had not doubts Ranian, knew her friend doctor and trust her. Felt as if anything that tingles from time to time his arm and saw the apprehension of Doctor in carrying out his work, he didn't know how much time had passed since she had started to work on the arm, but it seemed a lifetime, until he saw her raise her head and smile back at her, had finished his work. He wanted to thank her but was unable to open his mouth and made him feel nauseous. Heard its recommendations "Mommy how many" thought "even my mother, peace to her soul, she made me so many" he smiled or maybe it was a grimace, nodded to Lucrezia then saw her go away. Was alone, could settle the just close our eyes and sink into sleep, lost sleep for days, but one hand kept her from his desire, he saw the soldier that Lucrezia had left the guard, if he wanted to with his sword and penetrate him, so he stayed. "Now I understand why many say they prefer death, so there is no one that prevents him from sleep" thought ironically "the death ...Graufang" recalled the words of Jospin, when a storm caused solbalzare, someone had opened the door of the infirmary, he saw a couple of guards carrying a body "Be a buddy who will be hurt during workouts?" behind them another guard with hand blankets and Lucrezia, one of them dodged and Marshal saw that the man who had brought so much urgency was Graufang. She wanted to ask why the old man's corpse had been brought into the room and no at the crypt, but there it was, cursed the anesthetic. Heard the guard ask one of his colleagues what had happened and the other to tell him that the old man was alive. "Alive!....Graufang was alive!" repeated in his mind "And that light? Where did it come from? It's so bright and warm "...
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Jospin81
    Il luogotenente ascoltò in silenzio l'ordine di Sua Maestà.
    Prese la breve missiva

    Imperial message a écrit:
    Here is the destiny of those who betray God and the Empire.

      L.v.F.


    e dopo essersi congedato con il saluto militare dall'Imperatore, si incamminò verso l'infermeria, dove avrebbe fatto preparare la salma del Patriarca per il suo ultimo viaggio verso la Styria.

    Quando entrò nella stanza ebbe una grande sorpresa: l'uomo era ancora vivo.

    Così chiese a Lucrezia: "E adesso cosa devo fare?"


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    The lieutenant listened in silence to the order of His Majesty.
    He took the short missive


    Imperial message a écrit:
    Here is the destiny of those who betray God and the Empire.

      L.v.F.


    and after retiring in a military way from the Emperor, he walked to the infirmary, where he would prepare the body of the Patriarch for his last trip to the Styria.

    When he entered into the room, he had a big surprise: the man was still alive.

    So he asked to Lucrezia: "And now what must I do?"

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Araldo della Alto Nobile Famiglia dei Borgia



















Katamazai
Lodovico aveva portato Ranian presso l'infermeria per farla curare da Lucrezia e vista la gravità della ferita si era limitato a guardare negli occhi la sua sposa per rassicurarla che Lui non aveva ferite sulla pelle da far curare, ma ne aveva una nell'anima che solo una medicina avrebbe potuto curare ed era poter scontrarsi corpo a corpo con il Duca Adam.
Lasciata Ranian nelle mani della sua sposa, Lui sapeva quanto fossero delicate quelle mani, si mise seduto fuori della porta dell'infermeria in attesa di notizie avendo saputo della morte del Patriarca.
Stava sonnecchiando fuori della porta quando un gran runore di passi veloci lo vece saltare sulla sedia e vide il corpo del patriarca essere trasportato presso l'infermeria.
Si affacciò alla porta e senti Lucrezia dire che era ancora vivo e che aveva bisogno di coperte e acqua calda e visto che non aveva nulla da fare si portò presso i magazzini e prese quattro coperte di lana belle pese e le portò in infermeria dicendo:

Lucrezia ecco le coperte cosa devo farne?
Ranian come stà?


dopo di che attese risposta.

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Lodovico had brought Ranian at the infirmary to have her treated by Lucrezia and given the seriousness of the wound he had only to look into the eyes of his wife to reassure her that he had no wounds on the skin as to take care of, but he had a soul that only a medicine could cure and was able to confront melee with the Duke Adam.
Ranian left in the hands of his wife, He knew what those hands were delicate, sat outside the door of the infirmary waiting for news having learned of the death of the Patriarch.
Was dozing out the door when a large runore of quick steps instead jump on the chair and saw the body of the patriarch to be transported to the infirmary.
He looked out the door and feel Lucrezia say that he was still alive and that he needed blankets and water caldae saw that he had nothing to do at the stores he went and took four blankets of fine wool scales and brought her to the infirmary, saying:

[B] Lucrezia covered here are what I do with it?
Ranian how are you? [/ B]

after which expected response.
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Lucrezia59
[Palazzo Imperiale - Infermeria]
16 agosto 1461

In tutto questo trambusto, oltre al dovere rimanere vigile per prestare nel miglior modo i suoi servigi nelle cure dei feriti, non poteva esimersi dall'essere preoccupata per il proprio sposo che mentre lei era al sicuro in infermeria lui era a diretto contatto con il pericolo.

Averlo visto con i propri occhi entrare sano e salvo mentre accompagnava il loro Generale, la tranquillizzò. Si conoscevano troppo bene ormai, uno scambio di sguardo valse più di mille parole.
Capì che il corpo era integro ma che la sua anima era in ebollizione. Gli sorrise e gli fece un cenno come per dirgli che lei capiva e che le era vicino.

Nel mentre entrò il soldato Jospin che portava una missiva Imperiale per il trasporto del corpo del Patriarca.
Appena seppe che era ancora vivo ebbe un attimo di incertezza e le chiese cosa doveva fare ora.

Jospin, per ora nulla. Dobbiamo aspettare prima che si riprenda del tutto e vedere se non è solo una cosa transitoria.
Poi appena il nostro Generale si sarà svegliata dall'operazione vedremo cosa ci dice.


Rientrò il suo sposo che avendola sentito chiedere coperte, ne portava quattro belle spesse.

Lucrezia ecco le coperte cosa devo farne?
Ranian come stà?

Per favore avvolgi con le coperte il Patriarca, appena l'acqua sarà calda riempi degli otri e mettili intorno al corpo.
Io nel frattempo controllo Ranian.

Prese una candela e si avvicinò alla paziente, la candela illuminava il suo viso pallido, il soffio quasi impercettibile.
Con cautela le socchiuse una palpebra per controllare le sue reazioni, bene le reazioni alla luce erano quelle che si aspettava.
Si stava ritraendo quando la sentì sussurrare:


"E quella luce? Da dove proviene? E' così luminosa e calda"...

Le mise una mano sulla spalla e avvicinandola le parlò

tranquilla Generale, non siete in paradiso solare... sono io che vi stavo visitando


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[Imperial Palace - Infirmary]
August 16, 1461


In all this turmoil, in addition to the duty to be vigilant to lend his services in the best way in the care of the wounded, he could not escape being worried about their spouse that while she was safe in the infirmary he was in direct contact with the danger .

Have seen it with their own eyes get safe and sound while accompanying their General, reassured. They knew too well by now, an exchange of gaze earned him more than a thousand words.
He realized that the body was intact but that his soul was in turmoil. She smiled and nodded as if to say she understood and that was close.

Meanwhile Jospin became the soldier who carried a letter to the Imperial transport the body of the Patriarch.
As soon as he learned that he was still alive had a moment of uncertainty and asked what he should do now.

Jospin, for now nothing. We have to wait before he recovers completely and see if it is just a transient thing.
Then as soon as our General you will be awakened by the operation we'll see what he says.



He returned her husband felt that having it ask for blankets, bore four beautiful thick.

Lucrezia covered here are what I do with it?
Ranian how are you?

Please wrap with blankets Patriarch, as soon as the hot water will fill the bottles and put them around your body.
In the meantime I Ranian control.

He took a candle and went to the patient, the candle illuminated his pale face, the breath almost imperceptible.
Carefully narrowed an eyelid to control his reactions, good reactions to light were those expected.
He was portraying when he heard her whisper:


"And that light? Where did it come from? And 'so bright and hot" ...

He put his hand on my shoulder and spoke to her and bring it closer

General quiet, you're not in paradise solar ... it is I who was visiting

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Comyr


Comyr noded, and if someone has taken a closer look under the mask of the imperial Regent, he would have seen disappointment.

"So, honored council member, the Duke isn't here any more - and furthermore he isn't duke anymore.
Belonging Graufang - he isn't here anymore too. Even if he isn't fled, so he is on his way back to Styria - togehter with imperial soldiers.

So I can't do anything for you, even if I would have arranged a conversation with pleasure, like Anakonda has asked for."


Comyr kissed the cup of wine.

"Please say Rondra also, that although I don't know what she is thinking of me - I'm not the person, I was."

Shortly he thought about adding another thing, but his lips stay sealed.
The situation was like it was. Unfortunaley, but true.

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Kelian_


You alone can rescue
23.08.1461


Dieser jemand, der genauer hinschaut bin ich allerdings nicht. Ich kenne den Mann kaum, bin froh, dass er nett zu sein scheint und sogar auf die Höflichkeitsformeln besteht, die ich bei anscheinend jeder Gelegenheit in den Wind schlage. Natürlich weiß ich, dass vor meinem eigentlichen Anliegen noch ein wenig Geplänkel hätte stehen müssen, dass es sich gehörte in Ruhe den Wein auszutrinken und seinem Gegenüber Respekt zu zollen. Dies ist das Einzige, was ich mache, denn er steht zu seinem Wort. Wieder ist es ein Nicken, nachdem auch ich den Kelch in meiner Hand nähere Beachtung schenke und einen Schluck trinke. Danke sehr, Eure Hoheit. Für die Möglichkeit vorzusprechen, auch wenn nur ich es am Ende nun war und dass Ihr Euer Versprechen gehalten habt. Welches ich bereits wieder vergessen hatte, denn ansonsten hätte ich Rondra natürlich mitgehen lassen. Dies würde sicherlich für mich ein unangenehmes Nachspiel haben, vor allem wenn ich die Nachrichten überbringen würde.
Wieder verschwindet mein Blick einen Moment im Kelch, diesmal jedoch absichtlich. Es ist gut, dass ich weiß, wann ich den Mund aufmachen sollte und wann nicht. Die Frage, wer er ist, dass er Adam nicht mehr als Herzog ansieht, erübrigt sich wohl. Jedoch, ist es dennoch nicht so einfach, immerhin ist es das Volk, welches den Herrscher dort wählt - oder so ähnlich. Danach ist er jedoch für Lebenszeit gewählt und solange die Menschen der Steiermark Adam Fugger folgen würden, wäre es wohl müßig darüber zu diskutieren. Nun dies aber dem Imperialen Regenten mitzuteilen und gleichzeitig nachzuschieben, dass ich einer dieser Menschen wäre - ist müßig und überflüssig. Er weiß es vermutlich selbst, wohl vor allem aus dem Grund, dass sich ansonsten die unbequeme Frage stellen ließe, was ich hier mache - mit noch unbequemeren Antworten.
Der Kelch mit Wein, neigt sich trotz keiner übertriebener Hast dem Ende hin, die Antworten, die ich wollte habe ich erhalten und doch, doch bleibt ein wenig zu sagen. Eure Hoheit, solltet Ihr jemals durch die Steiermark reisen und Hilfe benötigen, so werde ich gerne versuchen die gewährte Milde von Heute zurückzuzahlen. Ich kann mich gar nicht genug bedanken. Das Wort 'reisen', ist dabei bewusst gewählt. Ich stehe auf und verbeuge mich - im Gegensatz zum Anfang - tief vor Comyr, der in gewisser Weise meinen Respekt gewonnen hat. Denkt nicht schlecht von der Fuggerin, die Schwangerschaft spielt Ihr in der Tat übel mit. Anders vielleicht, als ich hier versuche zu implizieren, allerdings ist das auf meinem geübten Gesicht kaum zu erkennen für jemanden, der mich so wenig kennt. Natürlich werde ich Ihr die Nachrichten überbringen.
Ich bedanke mich - noch einmal - für die Audienz, Landgraf.
Damit ziehe ich mich, die Voraussetzung Comyrs vorausgesetzt zurück, um zum Weib zurückzueilen. Trotz dessen, dass es ein 'freundliches' Treffen war, ist es gut, dass mein Hemd dunkelblau ist. Es ist nicht mein Spielfeld, ich bin zu neu in diesen Dingen, als das es nicht aufregend oder anstrengend gewesen wäre und nach der letzten Nacht ist es nicht nur meine durchgeschwitzte Rückseite, der mich nach draußen begleitet, sondern auch die Müdigkeit, die mit aller Macht zuschlägt.

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You alone can rescue
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But I am not the one, who takes a closer look. I do not know this man and I am relieved, that he seems to be nice and yes, counts on the regular acts of courtesy, which I ignore at least at many chances. Eventually I know, that I should have taken the chance to have a little chit chat, that I should drink my wine calmly and that I should respect my dialog partner. Actually, this is the only thing, that I do, just because he follows his words. Again I nod, holding the goblet to my lips, to drink a bit. Thank you, your Highness. Because of the possibility to speak with you, that you stick to your promise, even If I am the only one in the end. I already had forgotten the promise, surely I would have taken Rondra with me, otherwise. This could have a displeasing aftermath – for me – even more if I take the messages to her.
Just for a little moment I hide my view in the goblet, this time fully aware of what I am doing. It is a good thing, that I know, when I should speak and when not. The question, who he is, that he proclaims, that Adam isn’t duke anymore, is superfluous. But, it isn’t that easy, isn’t it? It’s the people, that elect the duke – till the end of his lifespan. It’s faineant to speak about it, as long as Adam Fugger has people, who supports him. But, now, in this moment, it is really not the time to tell these to the imperial regent and actually, it is twice not the time,to tell him that I am one of this people. But, I think, he knows this by himself, otherwise it would be the question why I am here and this could have undesirable consequences.
The goblet with wine is at an end, not with a extreme flurry, but the answers I searched, I got and now, there is only little to say. Your Highness, should you ever travel trough styria and you could need a hand that helps, so I will give you back, what you granted me today. I can’t thank you enough. The word ‘travel’ isn’t choosed randomly. I rise and in contrary to my entrance, I take a deep bow for Comyr, because the man has won my respect, in a way. Do not think to bad of the Fugger, she has to pay a prize for this pregnancy. Maybe another than I like to transfer, but he should not see this – he is an stranger to me and I am not without practice in lieing. I will take the messages to her.
Again, I have to thank you for the audience, Landgrave.
With this, assuming Comyr will let me, I go, getting back to my women. Despite the fact, that this was a ‘friendly’ meeting, it is a great coincidence, that my shirt is darkblue. It is not the playground I am used to, I am to new in this kind of things, that it wouldn’t be exciting or even exhausting. After the last night, it is not just my back, that is soaked in sweat, that I take outside with me, no, there is a tiredness that strikes me with all might.

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Comyr


Comyr noded towards him, recognizing that he wants to leave after he has his informations.

"Thank you, councillor, I'd really like it to travel towards and through Styria. Since years.
But it was always "business" that leads me there until today. Maybe this will change some day."


He raised from his seat, showing the councillor of Styria the way towards the door.

"You may leave at once, as promised. Anyway, if you'd like to stay the household will see for it. Rondra Fugger included.
It was nice to meet you, Kelian Peverell. Even if the circumstances could be better."





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