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May 2008
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golden_trillium

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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Thu May 15, 2008 1:26 pm
Mona


Mona stood, staring at Guinevere, with her sword gripped in
her hand, waiting for the blood-spattered woman to speak.

Connell
 
"Lady! Are you hurt? Let's be sure we're out of view.
Come and I will help you,"


Guinevere
 
It's okay. It's not my blood. Mona. If you cannot
control your outbursts, we will leave you here. Raising
your voice like that could put us all in peril; the
fortress is not so far away


Leave ME here? You ungrateful bitch! I was ready to fight for
you, fool that I was!

Mona narrowed her eyes and gritted her teeth. They were
nowhere near the fortress yet, she thought. She was furious as
she gripped the hilt of her sword, fighting for control. She
wanted to slice Guinevere's head right off her shoulders then
and there and shove it right down Connell's throat. She stared
at Guinevere, locking eyes with her. Mona didn't care if her
own anger betrayed her now. Guinevere was as good as dead. How
dare she speak to Mona in that tone of voice and with such
indignance when all Mona was trying to do was make sure the
princess was safe. I will make you beg for mercy...

Guinevere pulled out a dagger from her boot and Mona raised
her arm, ready to strike, thinking Guinevere was about to
attack her. Instead the spoiled woad threw the dagger into a
dead tree log. Then Guinevere removed the blade and placed it
back into her boot. Rolling her eyes, Mona slammed her sword
back into its sheath. The next time I withdraw my blade, it
will be to kill you...

Guinevere
 
The guards were drunk. One of them thought he could
insult me; he was wrong. He is now dead, and the others
are bound and gagged, awaiting our return. I expect that
my father will order their execution.


Our return? HA! You won't be coming back this way!

Mona glared at both of them, wishing them dead.

Guinevere
 
We will have to go on as we are


Mona gathered her things, including her bow and quiver. Mona
hung behind the other two, watching the backs of their heads
as they walked. How easy would it be to shoot them while their
backs were turned? Mona smiled to herself as she followed.
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Thu May 15, 2008 3:50 pm
Amadeus


It was formality only that made Amadeus ask what he should
tell Merlin. He had his own ideas of what should transpire but
he would entertain Arthur enough to make the Commander believe
he would do his bidding to the letter. The Optio watched on in
ignorance of Arthur's internal struggle with exhaustion and
injury -

Arthur
 
“First, inform him of my regret for not riding out to
meet the Woad leader personally. However, he need not
know the reason, Inform him that you have come on my
behalf and that I must know the meaning of the breaking
of his oath to keep peace between us, Discover his
purpose; make a new treaty for peace. And if need be,
you may offer that I will meet with Merlin personally
tomorrow at mid day if he refuses to discuss his terms
with you,”


The grey-eyed male nodded his head at Arthur's instructions.
He pursed his lips to keep back a biting response to this
issue of making a new treaty for peace. There would be no
treaty made. Merlin would submit or his people would be wiped
out eventually by the formidable force that was the Roman
Army. As for Arthur meeting Merlin tomorrow... ! HA! No - not
a chance.

Amadeus would ensure a private meeting was held, away from the
ears of Barbattus and he would speak his terms. Oh he would
entertain Arthur's orders of course, he would not wholly turn
aside direct orders, he was not capable of such a thing. But
he was already thinking of what he would say to Merlin, of the
'treaty' that he would offer the Woad Leader.

"I will endeavour to do as you order, Commander. We will ride
out as soon as everyone is ready. Perhaps I might have a word
with you in private before we leave...?" the Optio queried
smoothly, not letting his eyelids even flicker in the
direction of Lancelot though the topic of his private meeting
with the Commander would be all about the dark wretch.









Catherine

Catherine was hardly prepared, nor wanting, for the reaction
from Fleur when she tried to hand her back to her sister.

Fleur
 
"I don't wan' you to go! Sissy makes everyone go away!
Nobody likes us, an' it's Sissy's fault!"


Oh dear ... !

The blonde woman's eyes narrowed and she looked over at
Cassidy, seeing the hurt that so blatantly crossed the child's
face. She was trying to figure Cassidy out and so far was
presuming that the girl was taking on too much, too young. She
was trying not to be dependant on anyone because no one was
going to stick around and take responsibility for two young
children. Catherine was one of those people, but she wouldn't
leave them wanting either.

A gorgeous smile lifted her lips and she gave a soft laugh,
looking over at Cassidy. She gave the girl a wink but directed
her words to Fleur.

"I'm not going away forever Fleur." she laughed, "I'm just
going to work for a little while." Catherine smiled, hunkering
down in front of Fleur and pursed her lips at her, hazy green
eyes intense, willing the littler of the girls to be good
about this. "And you don't really mean that about Cassidy do
you? You are ever so lucky to have a sister, do you know
that?" she said in a doting voice, her storytelling voice.
Rising up again, Catherine looked over at Cassidy and smiled.
Inside Catherine hoped that Cassidy learned a lesson by this,
seeing her sister react so badly because of her hasty actions.










Galahad

Tristan
 
"Eh... No… You think..."


Galahad was looking at Gedeon's old horse as if the beast was
going to answer the questions that they were bandying around
for itself. His blue eyes narrowed at Tristan and the youngest
knight sucked a breath in between his teeth, uncertain about
how to answer this. He wondered if it were him that had died,
would he want someone to tell Alina before taking his horse?
No doubt Gawain would sort all that out though...

The young Sarmatian looked up to Darya when she made a noise -

Darya
 
“Well, it would certainly be a nice gesture and a
demonstration of respect for Gedeon if the two would be
informed about…this… you see, if… It would only be fair
to talk to them about this… and prevent everyone from
possible unpleasant incidents should they find out by
chance and not approve… Don’t you think?”


Unpleasant incidences? Nice gestures? Did Darya realise who
she was talking to?

Galahad looked over at Tristan with a puzzled look on his
face. The scout looked a bit uncertain for a moment.

Tristan
 
"What she doesn't know won't hurt her,"


Sighing, the curly haired youth shrugged his shoulder,
grimacing as he looked at the horse again.

"All the same Tristan... at least tell Dag. We don't need him
falling off his own horse when he sees his dead son's horse
riding out next to him." Galahad said with a roll of his blue
eyes, stroking a hand against his unshaven jaw idly. "And if
he did you'd have to explain to Saoirse..." Galahad hissed a
breath in between his teeth, shaking his head with raised
eyebrows, sympathisising with any man that had to reason with
that wild red-head.

"Maybe Derfel could tell Linnette... she might not mind. I
mean, it's better to be using the horse than letting it go
lame stuck in the stables. She'll understand." Galahad said
with a nod of his head, though his tone was not as sure as his
words implied. He then glanced up at Darya expectantly.









Eala

Titrus
 
“You have to come out from there. Now,”


Eala's wide black eyes narrowed and her fingers clutched at
the ground, as if anchoring herself there. She shook her head
at him, pouting her lips and skooching back a little away from
him. When he stood up she looked over to the window, hoping to
see Ash there, but as soon as her head twisted the feet moved
and she darted an alarmed look back at the soldier. This time
he made a gesture with his arm, indicating for her to go to
him. Eala's nose wrinkled and she made a grunting noise,
indicating a negative response to his demand.

He went away and Eala looked over at the window again. This
time she was looking up as the sheet on the bed was whipped
away. She was about to back out from under the bed completely
when her ankles were grabbed and she was hauled out into the
middle of the floor. Eala cried out, a horrible, disjointed,
guttural noise as her body wriggled, flipping over as she
tried to hold onto the ground to keep herself under the bed.
Titrus hauled her to her feet and grabbed her arm. Eala bucked
away from him, her knees not locked in place so her limp body
wilted away from him.

Titrus
 
“I don’t want to do this but I must. Please do not make
me shackle you again, Please,”


Eala shot the man a look of such fierce betrayal that he
should have felt his ears burn. She looked at his lips just as
he uttered the word please and gave another token buck against
his grip. She did follow him though, a short distance, before
crying out and turning around. Her good arm reached out behind
her and she yanked her arm free long enough to fall forward,
hand clutched onto the dead baby thing that he had given to
her. The blonde grit her teeth, holding the doll by the
shoulder awkwardly again, down by her side. She went back to
Titrus' side and gave him a furious glare before walking on
ahead of him. Every movement of her lithe body looked
dangerous. Every footstep looked like the one that was going
to send her running. The doll hanging from her hand looked
ridiculous! But Eala kept her chin up, her bruised face stern
and proud.
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Thu May 15, 2008 5:01 pm
Tatiana


Hearing the fast echoing footsteps of someone coming down the
same corridor that she was in, the stablegirl looked up to see
a servant heading in her direction.

Once he saw his intended target, he slowed slightly than came
to a stop. "In the infirmary, there are two Roman soldiers.
One's injured."

"Thanks very much." Tatiana replied with a nod after handing
him a coin in payment for telling her the message.

Bren, I hope that one of those soldiers is you, beloved. She
thought to herself.

Heading over to the infirmary and entering it, she saw Bren
laying on his stomach on a cot, his eyes closed.

Glancing around and seeing that the nurse was still there, she
nodded to her then finding an empty bench very close to his
cot and sitting down in it, reached over and placing one of
her tiny hands into his much bigger one intertwining her
fingers with his.

With her other hand, she softly moved his bangs away from his
forehead.

Hoping that her hazel eyes had cleared up and there weren't
any dried tear tracks, or redness and puffiness that her
crying spell had caused her earlier in the day, Tatiana
entertained the thought about giving him a soft kiss to awaken
him like he did her that first morning in his quarters, but
decided not to and allowed him to awaken on his own.

She did, however, squeeze his hand briefly with hers in lieu
of the kiss that she wanted so badly to give him.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Thu May 15, 2008 5:23 pm
Ione


She had been totally lost in her thoughts, and was becoming
drenched in the process. She stopped and looked up at the gray
winter sky as if thinking that perhaps she'd see some slight
sign that Spring was around the corner...A time for new
beginnings. It saddened her in a way to think that the one man
who had treated her so well and accepted her for who she was
was never coming back for whatever reason....leaving her with
the fact that she might be pregnant. No man would have her
now, except for Mirtha who was drunk at the time.

Her long slender fingers ran over a frond from a nearby berry
bush, then plucked a leaf. Her eyebrow raised as she studied
the leaf. Ione began to recall a story of the Christian God's
crucifixion, and the sour wine they had offered him before he
died...a mixture of hyssop and bitter herbs. Well, Mirtha was
not dying, but the bitter herb in his wine could make him lose
his taste for the beverage. The young weaver felt like people
were looking at her...

Mirtha
 
"Ione!"


...Ione stopped in her tracks, dropped the leaf and turned
toward Mirtha as people continued to look at them both. As the
stablemaster stopped next to her, she said softly, "Mirtha,
you startled me." She brought her hand up as if to slow her
heart that was beating fast from the scare. She had not
expected to see him again. It had been nice to walk alone, but
it was better with company, though she really had to wonder
why he had sought her out...
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Author: Lancelot
Daet: Thu May 15, 2008 6:36 pm
Lancelot


Lancelot was fast becoming annoyed and tense again; he could
not maintain his air of nonchalance around Arthur and Scipio
for too long. The Optio made him nervous - and it showed, as
much as the first knight would like it not to.

Arthur
 
“Discover his purpose; make a new treaty for peace. And
if need be, you may offer that I will meet with Merlin
personally tomorrow at mid day if he refuses to discuss
his terms with you,”


Amadeus
 
"I will endeavour to do as you order, Commander. We will
ride out as soon as everyone is ready. Perhaps I might
have a word with you in private before we leave...?"


That got Lancelot's attention. He levered himself gracefully
out of the chair and rested his hands on his leather clad
hips. His trousers slid dangerously low on his narrow body;
Lancelot angrily made a mental note he'd have to spend what
little of the salary Rome paid him to order new riding
supplies soon - every time they returned from a campaign his
clothing ended up ruined.

Hooking his fingers through the loops on the pants, he pursed
his chapped lips and eyed first Arthur, and then the Optio,
who was looking wide eyed and innocent. Lancelot thought he
seemed a tad too fresh for one that had supposedly just killed
"every woad" he had encountered.

"A new treaty? Commander, if the Magician didn't like this
one, what makes you think golden tongue here can broker
another one? Or do you think your diplomatic skills so poor?"
He scrubbed his hand over his face and hair and sighed
harshly. "Optio," he turned to Scipio at last. "You seem to
have the experience. But I warn you - this man is not to be
trusted. He is a devil and a trickster and a liar who will
take any man and use him for his own ends." Lancelot's eyes
canted quickly to Arthur, and then back to Amadeus. Not that
he wished to give the other man advice - he'd actually prefer
it if the Optio did not come back - but...gods damn it.
Lancelot was Arthur's second for a reason. Maybe not the
fucking 'official' second, but he was the Roman's first knight
and he damn well had logged the time at Arthur's side. He had
fought the demon woad leader for years and he knew Merlin -
unfortunately almost as well as Merlin knew him.

He looked directly at Arthur, and stood to as best attention
as he could, given his exhaustion and residual anger. "What do
you wish of me, Arthur?"

Lancelot was not in the mood to create havoc and start yet
another 'discussion' with his friend. He wanted Arthur to rest
and he wanted himself to get cleaned up and some food into his
growling belly. As to Scipio - Lancelot would see the Optio
later.

You and I are not finished, Roman. I will not forget.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Thu May 15, 2008 7:34 pm
Linnette


Drake
 
"It's clean. You won't do anything like that again, will
you?"


“I…” Linnette’s voiced was a whisper as she sat there on the
prickly straw mattress, looking at him, and unexpectedly, but
with a certain inevitability about it nonetheless, her eyes
started once again to fill with tears, a lump to once more
grow in her throat. It had been a stupid, stupid, thing to do.
Stupid didn’t even begin to cover it. She had problems enough
already, more problems than she cared to count, and she had
only added to them by nearly breaking her hand. The physical
pain had seemed like a useful distraction only moments ago,
but now it only added to the misery of the rest of it. And it
seemed greater, too, somehow- like it was really sinking in.
Her palms both felt as if they had been skinned with a knife,
and the left hand ached whenever she moved it, bandage
notwithstanding. She blinked furiously a couple of times, but
tears began to roll down her cheeks anyway- there was no way
to stop them. The rebuke in Drake’s voice, mild though it was,
was the last straw. She didn’t want to be disapproved of, too,
on top of everything else.

“No…no, I won’t,” she choked out, feeling like a child that
had been scolded, and very rightly so. Stupid…utterly stupid.
Now she had to keep the accounts with her hands like this- and
neglecting the accounts, or, God forbid, leaving them for
Arthur, was just as much not an option as it had been before.
She had to do it, and she just didn’t see how it was all going
to happen. Sliding her gaze guiltily away from Drake’s- she
couldn’t look at him any more- she slumped her shoulders
further and hid her face in her right hand, the better one,
while her left arm crept protectively over her stomach again,
almost wrapping around her waist. Not hard, though- she was
favoring the left hand, setting it very carefully and lightly,
so as not to jar or hurt it further. She had to care for it-
care for it so that she could be whole and useful again as
soon as could be.

Her eyes, tearful though the screen of her slightly separated
fingers, fell on Drake’s hand, resting on his knee, and the
bandage there, almost matching her own. The bandage that she
had put there herself, though she was no healer either. The
strange parallelism of their experiences of the past few days
suddenly struck her as funny, and she laughed softly, a sad
laugh through the tears.

“We make a fine pair,” she commented ruefully, lifting her
right hand away from her face and gesturing towards Drake’s
bandage in illustration of what she meant. Her face fell again
as she said it, though- it wasn't the same, though. Drake's
injury had been honorably taken in a battle, whereas
she...well, hers was her own damn fault, and no excuses for it
at all. Just stupidity.
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Author: linnet
Date: Thu May 15, 2008 8:19 pm

Gawain


Gawain wasn’t anxious to leave the armory. Coming here had
been a good idea. It had not only given him work to do that
seemed worthwhile, and occupied his attention; it had also
isolated him from the people who would want to know where
Brianna was. But by now he’d cleaned all of his and Galahad’s
weapons and armor. He’d also poked around, just out of
curiosity, in the stored supplies, most of which were for the
Roman soldiers, There was nothing new that he hadn’t seen
before among the shields and helmets, swords, lances, bows and
arrows Being surrounded by stockpiles of tools for battle was
somehow almost comforting to the knight. It was akin to the
feeling a cook would have when standing amidst a pantry whose
shelves were packed full of foodstuffs of every kind.

So, having nothing more to do in the weapons warehouse, Gawain
took his one surviving metal arm band, and went back outside.
His hair and clothing hadn’t dried out totally from before,
and now the rain soaked in again. When he got to the metal
smith’s shop, he shook off some of the water before stepping
across the door’s threshold. The smith looked up from his
workbench and welcomed the knight with a cordial smile of
recognition. “Gawain,” he said. “What can I do for you?” The
two men had known each other for years but had always dealt
strictly on business terms. There was mutual respect for the
skills and talents that each possessed. There was no small
talk about the weather, or even talk about the Segedenum and
Woad battles.

“I need a new mate for this,” Gawain approached the smith and
handed him the arm band. The smith gave a quick look at the
metal piece he had crafted especially for the blond knight. He
nodded, and said, “It will be ready before your arm is,” to
which Gawain replied with a huff of resignation.

“I’ve been thinking about a sword that I could use,” Gawain
stated, a little tentatively, not knowing if the smith would
agree with his ideas about the sword. But the craftsman jumped
at the challenge of designing a custom weapon. He listened to
the knight’s thoughts, and added his own. They talked eagerly,
and were soon sketching out designs, modifying and filling in
details. The smith measured Gawain’s hand against his, and
gave him weapons of various sizes and weights to wield. After
a time they had designed a formidable looking sword, unique in
its shorter blade length, longer hilt that could be held in
one or both hands, and tapered shape – a deadly point for
stabbing, thicker edges for hacking. Gawain asked what this
weapon would cost. It would be expensive, which didn’t
surprise him. He’d need to get busy gambling in order to win
away enough of what Rome paid its soldiers, since the Empire
wouldn’t shell out directly for a custom weapon.

He told the smith to go ahead and forge the sword. “What do
you want as decoration?” the metal worker asked. Gawain looked
at him a bit blankly. “Symbols, animals, mythic creatures,
that sort of thing to be depicted on the hilt, you know.
Something you identify with, maybe,” the man explained.

Gawain pondered a minute, but nothing sprang to mind. “I don’t
know,” he admitted. “Let me think about it a day or two.” He
left the shop, feeling some excitement over the prospect of
his new toy, but it was mixed with anxiety over the wisdom of
spending money he didn’t currently have. Where to go now? It
was way too early to begin his quest for coins in the tavern.
He still didn’t want to go back to his room. He decided to try
the infirmary. He could at least ask someone how Dag was
doing, even if it was still too soon to visit him. He went
through the muddy streets, again getting wet, to the place
he’d once heard someone refer to as the pest-house.
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Author: Unicorn
Date: Fri May 16, 2008 10:07 am
Mirtha


Mirtha went to her glaring at the people around to find their
own buisness. As he reached he was not smiling, but looked at
her closely searching for anything that would indicate that he
had done something wrong yesterday. Bruises... marks...
anything.... wounds maybe. He had been rough with women before
and he hoped that it was not in Ione's case.

Ione
 
"Mirtha, you startled me."


He cleared his throat and scratched his chin.

"I am sorry..." he said and cleared his throat again, feeling
somehow awkward now as people around was watching them for a
few more seconds and that he really did not know what to say
to her.

"I wanted... Could we talk somewhere else? Alone?" he asked
frowning a little. This matter was between them... not the
whole place.
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Fri May 16, 2008 10:21 am
Drake


Wrong thing to say...

After all the careful, considerate, hesitant moments leading
up to now, this was the one that Drake thought least likely to
make her cry. But as he sat there looking at her face he saw
the hazel color of her eyes alter, tears lining up on her
eyelids waiting to fall. He almost groaned but thoguht better
of it - thinking Linnette might think it was exasperation with
her crying when in fact he was annoyed with himself for
speaking. For making her cry.

Linnette
 
“No…no, I won’t,”


The Spaniard nodded his head, looking at the few tears that
trickled down her pale cheeks. His eye twitched and his
fingers curled into his palm. He wanted to brush away the
tears again but it was even worse in here because she was
sitting on his bed, in the bedroom alone. He couldn't go in
for this flippant touching in such circumstances. Whatever
about his reputation, he did not want to harm Linnette's. And
not when things were so confused for her already. So Drake
remained there, watching Linnette lift a hand to her face,
curling her other arm about her stomach.

Drake sighed quietly. His own shoulders sagged too.
He kept forgetting about the baby...

Drake remained there silent for a long time until Linnette
broke the silence with a murmur of laughter. Surprised, the
Spaniard looked up at her face, cocking his head to the side
quizzical at what she found so amusing.

Linnette
 
“We make a fine pair,”


He looked down at his hand sharply when she indicated,
wriggling his fingers a moment before allowing a wry smile to
curl his lips. It softened the appearance of him altogether as
he looked back up at Linnette. The humour seemed to have fled
her though. Drake was not willing to let it go that easily.

"We'll get by - we've a complete set between us.." he gestured
to Linnette's less-injured hand and smiled. Rising from the
ground, Drake took the bowl and emptied the contents of that
out the window too, grimacing as a gust of wind blew in just
before he shut it.

Turning to Linnette, Drake was trailing the remainders of the
damp cloth through his fingers and pursed his lips. The
silence stretched, Drake started to feel a bit awkward and he
grimaced, swallowing hard as he looked down at the cloth
between his fingers. The habitual frown was back in situ --

"I'm not .. I'm not very good with words but I .. want you to
know that I hurt for the pain that this loss has caused you."
even to his own ears that sounded wooden, practiced. Awkward.
Drake made a point of clearing his throat again, pushing away
from the window sill, and turning to put the cloth out on it
to dry. He scratched the back of his neck, his back to
Linnette and cleared his throat again.

No, he wasn't very good with words. At least that had been
bare, honest, painful truth.
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Fri May 16, 2008 12:51 pm
Malcus Barbattus and Neeria


Malcus escorted Neeria through the crowded infirmary and out
the front doors. Then he led her back down the roadway which
led to the barracks. Neeria pulled the heavy cloak around her
tighter and shivered against the chilling drizzle that fell at
Badon. She was barefoot, having left her one boot behind in
the small room. Her thoughts went back to Eala and Neeria
hoped the girl was okay. And what of Ash? She couldn’t believe
Ash was actually behind the wall! So Merlin really had sent a
rescue! Was Ash alone? How would they manage to pull it of?
Neeria wished she’d been able to communicate with him but the
gods hadn’t been favorable. At least she hadn’t been caught
with the blade, that would have been disastrous. The Roman man
in the room didn’t appear willing to hurt her but Neeria
didn’t trust Romans. Any Roman - and here she was on her way
back to be face to face with Arthur Castus again. What would
she tell him? There was no way she would betray Merlin, even
if it meant her life. What would Arthur do with her when she
led him out to the woods and she told him she wouldn’t do it?
She thought of the dark knight – he’d wanted to kill her then
and there. Neeria didn’t like him.

As though reading her thoughts, Malcus said to her, “We’ll be
leaving this afternoon to find your leader, Merlin. You’d
better not fuck around with us, as I have been ordered to ride
with you. I will not tolerate much from you. Are you ready to
ride?”

Neeria didn’t respond. She only glared at Barbattus as he led
her. For a fleeting moment, Neeria considered running but she
dismissed the idea quickly. There was no way she could outrun
this man in her condition.

“That’s alright, you don’t have to answer,” Malcus said
casually. “You’re dead either way. I wouldn’t answer either.”

They reached the barracks’ entrance and Malcus held the gate
open for her. “Ladies first,” he said sarcastically. Neeria
rolled her eyes at him but still did not speak. They entered
the passageway and walked down the long hallway. Neeria’s
heart began to flutter. She had no desire to see Arthur Castus
again. She wasn’t afraid of him, she just didn’t want to be in
his presence or the presence of any other Romans.

Malcus and Neeria stopped in front of a massive door. “Here we
are milady,” he snickered and knocked loudly.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Fri May 16, 2008 2:08 pm
Ione


Mirtha seemed intent on something, and as he looked her over
as if searching for something, Ione moved her head where his
did as if trying to pin point what that would be. Well,
neither of them were far from the Weaver's shop, and it was
the perfect place to talk as she would not open the shop until
all of the damaged items were fit to sell again. Dark
chocolate eyes watched the man in front of her as he scratched
his chin as if not sure what to say or do...

Mirtha
 
"I am sorry..." "I wanted... Could we talk somewhere
else? Alone?"


Ione raised an eyebrow as he spoke. The eyes of everyone
around them seemed to be on them, and someplace private would
be definitly needed. She shivered a bit from the rain, and
said softly, "Sure, we can go back to the shop. I will not be
opening it yet until all of my damaged goods are ready to sell
again....so we can go there it you like." Mirtha nodded in
agreement, and so Ione and he walked back to the shop not far
from where they were. Reaching the door of the shop, Ione
unlocked and opened it, then allowed Mirth to step inside. She
followed, then closed and locked the door behind her.

Taking off her soaked cloak, Ione hung it on the peg by the
door and turned to looked at Mirtha, "What was it that you
wanted to talk to me about?"
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Author: Unicorn
Date: Fri May 16, 2008 2:51 pm
Mirtha


Mirtha was searching for any sign of his bad temper while he
drunk... bad temper while he was beyond control. He hope he
had done nothing wrong. He did not see anything on her body...
and she looked into his eyes. And once more he felt very
awkward. What the hell was he doing??

Ione
 
"Sure, we can go back to the shop. I will not be opening
it yet until all of my damaged goods are ready to sell
again....so we can go there it you like."


He only nodded... And his mind raced itself with questions and
doubts. If he had indeed done something she wouldn't be so
nice to him right? He was not sure about what to do right now.
Maybe it was a mistake to come to her also...

Mybe he should leave...?

They reached the doors and Mirtha was allowed to enter the
room first, he turned and watched Ione taking off her wet
cloak.

Ione
 
"What was it that you wanted to talk to me about?"


Better to be straightforward... Right?

"Er... I wanted to know...."

No... It was not the best choice to ask her straightforward,
if he raped her or harmed her in any other way. He looked
around the place... It was cleaned but still needed some work
around... Corners of his mouth twitch slightly. He could
help... But the thought disappeared quickly. He had to know
what happened yesterday. He looked back at her.

"Ione... I am sorry... but I hardly remember what had happened
yesterday." he bowed his head to avoid her eyes, in shame.
"Did I... hurt you in any way?"
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Fri May 16, 2008 2:58 pm

Linnette


Drake
 
"We'll get by- we've a complete set between us..."


"I suppose so," Linnette agreed with a smile, standing and
wiping at her eyes as Drake got up, too. He crossed to the
window- no large distance in the tiny room- and emptied the
washing water out of it, causing Linnette to shiver slightly
in the cold air from the outside as he opened the shutter. She
drew her arms around her again, for the warmth, this time, and
looked at her companion expectently. Drake still stood there,
the washing cloth in his hands, looking as if he was going to
say something- but for a long moment, there was silence
between them, an awkward silence which tensed Linnette's
stomach and made her, for the first time, uneasy about being
here. She had just about concluded that he was not going to
speak after all, and was about to turn towards the door to
take her leave, when he did speak- stiff, formal words that
sounded almost as if they had been memorized.

Drake
 
"I'm not...I'm not very good with words but I...want you
to know that I hurt for the pain that this loss has
caused you."


Linnette nodded, not speaking herself for a moment- though
Drake, most likely, could not even see the nod. He had turned
from her, laying the cloth on the windowsill with his back to
her, and clearing his throat, painful awkwardness evident in
his very posture. She swallowed and shifted her feet.
Awkwardness- again. Awkwardness with everyone, now that Gedeon
was gone. To one extent or another, it had been that way with
Derfel, and Arthur, and Dagonet and Saoirse, and even
Linnesse. She had lost the very center of her life- and all
else was out of balance. Was it even possible that it would
ever be otherwise again?

She took a deep breath and addressed Drake's back. She had to
say something, even if it was stupid. The alternative was
turning around and leaving without a word.

"Thank you..." she sniffed a bit, clearing out the rest of the
tears, and continued on, her voice broken, but making a
valiant try for sincere expression, just as Drake had just
been doing.

"You...you've helped me a great deal...even though you didn't
have to. I...well...I appreciate it. I truly do." She paused,
then, almost ready to leave the room if he didn't answer that,
to just leave and end this conversation that was rapidly going
nowhere. But she didn't really want to have to do that- she
was hoping for some ancknowledgement. For him to turn around
and give her a little smile, maybe- one she could return, and
by smiling be a little bit cheered herself. Maybe it would
work that way. Unconsciously, her hands came together in front
of her, the good one carefully cradling the bad. If only
Gedeon were here...Gedeon would hug her and kiss her and then
everything, truly everything, would be all right.
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Fri May 16, 2008 7:15 pm
Derfel


Derfel briefly glanced up at Lucius before the kind soldier
stepped away to presumably go in search of Saoirse. He then had the intentions of letting Dagonet know about the candle Linnette had burning for Gedeon in the chapel and once again promise to look after her when a familiar boisterous voice broke the silence in the room. Bors.

Bors
 
"Dag! Ow's it goin'?"


The younger knight gave a tightlipped smile in greeting, but
remained silent as the two Sarmatians exchanged a few words.
Bors was, as far as Derfel knew, Dagonet’s best mate….just as
Gedeon had been Derfel’s. And that thought only led to further
despair for the younger man. However, in the aftermath of
Gedeon’s death – and the death of his father – his fellow
knights had been kind and supportive.

Dagonet
 
"Bors, I am fine... But your leg is not. Did anybody
look at it after we came back?"


Bors
 
"Yeah I 'ad it seen to, but I reckon there's sumfink in
it. It 'urt's like 'ell."


“I can fetch a healer if you’d like there, Bors…and that there
bed seems to be available,” Derfel added with a concerned
expression while gesturing towards the empty cot on the other
side of Dagonet.

“No doubt you’d be needin’ a few stitches yourself, aye?”
Derfel added with a small nod; referring to how he and Bors
had worked together to get Dagonet stitched up last night
while still on the road from Segedunum.

“Would hate for that leg to rot off on you,” The younger
knight warned, only half teasing. If Bors’ leg was paining
him, then no doubt infection had set in….or as the older man
had mentioned…something was still stuck in his flesh.

Derfel had attempted to have a look at Bors’ wound that night
too, but he’d not been able to see much in what little
campfire light they’d had. Perhaps Dagonet would be able to
persuade the burly knight to have a healer tend that leg. Thus
Derfel returned his attentions to Dagonet in the hope that the
tall Sarmatian would convince Bors to be treated.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Fri May 16, 2008 8:31 pm
Ione


The young weaver watched Mirtha, and waited for him to say
something, though she had probably already guessed as to why
he had sought her out. He had been drunk, and she had been
unsure and scared at first...the fear of Javier ever finding
out about this "incident" in the loft of the stables. Mirtha
seemed uneasy as he began...

Mirtha
 
"Er... I wanted to know...." "Ione... I am sorry... but
I hardly remember what had happened yesterday." "Did
I... hurt you in any way?"


Ione blushed a soft pink as he spoke, though most was
embarrassment slightly. It seemed to her, now that she
recalled the act, that he knew full well what he had done to
her. It confused her a bit as he had told her also that she
had pleased him before she left the stables. Hurt me? how
could you not remember, but yet you recalled that it was I who
you had taken out of need? Ione saw that man look to the floor
in a profound expression of shame, and felt an odd urge to
reassure the man that he had done nothing to hurt her. The
young woman moved close to him, and placed her fingers under
his chin to make him look at her. Her softly accented voice
was a whisper, 'Mirtha, you did nothing to hurt me. If you
had, I would not have allowed you in here with me....' Soft
fingers moved over his face as Ione told him what had
happened: How she had been afraid of him at first, but then
had given herself freely to him as she herself had been in
need of comfort.

Her eyes searched his, as she moved forward and placed a soft
kiss on the side of his mouth, then moved a bit away. She
moved her eyes back to his, "Even after I left the stables, my
body still wanted your touches. I was afraid that Javier would
find out, but he told me that he was going off to foreign
lands to fight." Taking Mirtha's hands in hers, Ione waited to
see what the stable master would say. She could not smell wine
on his breath which meant that he was sober right now. Mirtha,
you told me earlier this morning that I pleased you, but now
that you are sober...
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