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~~ At Grail Hall ~~ (II)


Old hag! Sybell muttered annoyed and picked the casket of ebony up. Out of curiosity, she opened it. On blue velvet laid a silver amulet, shaped as a wolfshead. Fascinated, she took it and placed it around her neck. The wolfshead was cold, and Sybell shook slightly. The amulet glittered in the pallid morning sun and made look her like a highborn lady. Sybell smiled pleased and closed her eyes to imagine how she might impress Robb Eaglespear with that appearance.

You look beautiful, my dear. A velvety voice said accretively. Wrath’s Head suits you perfectly!

Sybell openend her eyes in shock, afraid to see to whom the voice belonged. There was a sudden coldness in the bedchamber, which seemed to lace up her throat. Slowly, she screwed up her courage and turned round. Through the airy mist, which suddenly appeared in the room, Sybell could spot a young man, leaning against the door frame.

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The man smiled at her and slowly moved inside the bedchamber. He wore fine leather clothes and short, blond hair. His movements were elastic like those of a cat and his shape seemed to be glassy, not solid. A strange aura billowed towards Sybell and surrounded her.

Confused, she made two steps backwards.
Who are you, sir? She asked with fear.

You don’t know me, my dear? He asked surprised and approached her.
His facial features were those of a handsome nobleman, but coldness surrounded him and his breathing was icy.

Robb? Robb Eaglespear? Sybell asked incredulously and eyed him. Yes, it was indeed the young squire, whom she had amired for so long a time. But something was out of place …

Yes, yes, Eaglespear, my dearest. He agreed with a sweet & sickly grinning. I am here to admire your beauty. And he took her right hand and touched it with his icy lips.

Sybell cringed by his touch. I am afraid, sir. She whispered fearfully.

Oh no, my dear virgin. He assured her. Everything is fine. I am here with you -- you are safe.

Sybell looked in his face and saw his eyes – his gleaming, green eyes.

Robb pulled out his hand and touched her neck, where the amulet still laid. So warm. he whispered delighted.

It’s not mine, sir, I am sorry. Sybell hastened to explain and tried to pull it off.

No, no, dear. It is yours, now. He decided and came even closer to her.

Their faces were only inches away – Sybell could smell him, he had an odd scent of cold sweetness around him.
Robb sniffed. Hmmmm, you smell delicious, dearest. He declared contently and kissed her right cheek. He then directed his tongue down to her neck.

Sybell was in deep terror. This man – Robb – was absolutely NOT the squire she adored. This person here was a totally different man, who scared her intensily.

S-sorry, sir, I-I have to leave the chamber. May I …? And she tried to push past him.
But Robb pulled her even closer to his body.
No, I am sorry, my dear. I cannot let you go. I need you, see? And he placed both hands around her white neck.
You are full of life and warmth. Much more warmth than this stupid guy had, when I met him this morning. You are ready to be consumed, my dearest maiden. And he gave a terrible smile. I make you immortal by the consumption, see?

NO!! I won’t! Sybell screamed with all her strength. She wanted to stay alive, unharmed. She trembled with fear – and she saw no possible exit. Robb was too strong and too close to her. Sybell started crying. She was still a virgin and the thought that she would be raped in the bedchamber of her beloved Lady Excalibow as unbearable.

Please, spare me, sir. she sobbed and looked in his gleaming eyes. I am nobody, I am boring, I just want to stay alive …

Robb pushed her hard against the wall. Well then, we have something in common, my dear. He declared and his eyes suddenly shone in a green fire.
With a tiny difference, I am afraid. He hesitated and watched her greedily. I will certainly stay alive!
And he gave a nasty little laugh.

Sybell was paralysed by coldness and fear. And she could feel, how all her warmth, strength and happiness left her body, as if somebody sucked it out of her.




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~~ Royal Woods ~~ (I)


Lenus - Skelt ~ At about the time of the Royal Council


The way near the border led the patroling boys past a small house built of stones with red shutters and in the back of the house lay a small pond. Its habitant was a blind, almost forgotten old man. Although Lenus and Skelt knew the house, none of them had ever been close to it. There were rumors about Blind Gamber, bad rumors, that made him, as said before, only almost forgotten. Those rumors were told by the elder sheep boys to the newbies. The servants at the castle also knew them, but only a few of them had seen Gamber when they where young, so most of them brushed aside the rumors and finally Gamber became a fairy tale for ill-bred children.
The sheep boys were satisfied with only throwing a fast glance between trunks and bushes at the house and pass it as fast as possible.

Do you think Blind Gamber’s still alive? Skelt asked when they came in sight of the small house.
Lenus shrugged. Don’t know. But sometimes you can see a small thread of smoke between the tree tops.
Tell me again!
What? Lenus knew that Skelt wanted to hear the story of Blind Gamber, but he felt uncomfortable to tell it next to Gambers place.
The rumor! whispered Skelt.
But you already know it! gave Lenus back in a low voice.
Skelt eyed him. You’re not afraid, are you?
Me? Never ever! And so Lenus was forced to tell the story. Once there was a young man... he started with an uncanny voice.
Yeah, Blind Gamber!
Skelt, either you want to hear the rumor and don’t interrupt me again or I’ll stop it! Lenus was almost angry now.
I’m sorry.
Okay, as you said it was Blind Gamber. But at that time he wasn’t blind. He had a wife and a son of our age. One day he found his wife dead next to his house. That drove him insane and two days later he drowend his son in the small pond behind the house... Lenus made a short break to create a creepy mood.
But his son he then continued. was not Gambers only victim! Every boy strolling around the house died in the pond! Gamber waited behind a bush and caught them...
The sound of an upflying bird made the boys jerk.
After Lenus heartbeat slowed down he went on: They say that mothers brought their disobedient children to Gamber and he “solved” the problem.
Tell the part when Gamber became blind! Skelt looked scared but also fascinated.
Gamber stood at the pond and stared into it for hours... day by day! And finally the reflecting sun burned his eyes...
Suddenly a whistle came over from Gambers house. King!

Lenus and Skelt disappeared behind a bush.
Oh my God! He’ll drown us! Skelt whispered. He trembled with fear.
Lenus pushed him down. Be quiet!

Like most of the people the boys didn’t know how much of the rumor was true. The truth was, that his wife really died. His son drowned, but only because he fell out of a small boat. Gamber wasn’t around at that time, he found his sons dead body swimming between reeds. It’s also true that Gamber stood at the pond every day and stared into it. But not the sun burned his eyes. It was a sickness that extinguished his eyesight.

Lenus tried to see something through the twigs and leaves and yes, there was a movement.
King! Old boy, where are you? There was the whistle again.
Sounds like he’s looking for a dog or something.
Skelt groaned. Oh, it’s even worse! He’ll feed us to his dog!
Now Gamber came into sight. He was an emaciated, small man, not taller than Lenus with white hair and beard. All in all he looked miserable as he stood there and tried to catch some breath.
This man’s never able to drown someone. He’s weak! Lenus whispered. And he looks desperate. He stood up.
What are you doing?! In panic Skelt tried to pull Lenus back down.
I’ve gotta help him!
Lenus went over to the old man.
Oh, no! Skelt jumped up. He was close to tears, but his pride didn’t allow him to let Lenus went over all alone. I hate you Lenus! Skelt whispered while he followed him slowly.
Blind Gamber looked up, when he heared footsteps at dry leaves and twigs.
Who’s there? he asked into his darkness.
Lenus stopped so Skelt was able to closed up.
Mr Gamber, Sir. This is Lenus and Skelt. Sheep boys.
The blind man turned his face, seamed with wrinkles, to the speaking boy.
Boys have you seen my dog? His name is King. The old man sounded hopefull.
I’m afraid we haven’t, sir.
Gamber shook is head. So I guess he ran away to die peacefully.
Skelt still hadn’t lost his fear. He pulled Lenus shirt and whispered Let’s go.
Oh, no boys! Come in with me. It’s been such a long time since I’ve had visitors! Would you do a favour to an old, blind man?
Skelt didn’t dare to say something more. He was shocked how good Gambers ears worked, so he just pulled Lenus shirt harder. But Lenus tore his shirt away from Skelts grab and asked What favour? He now had lost all of his fear. Those man never could be able to kill somebody!


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Re: ~~ Royal Woods ~~ (II)


The favour was, to tell Gamber what was happening at the castle.
Lenus and Skelt sat down at the table and Gamber took a seat at a stool by the fire. Now boys, tell me. What’s going on at the castle?
As Lenus was the elder one and Skelts accepted leader, the Nolan boy started the report. When he mentioned the tournament, Blind Gamber looked up.
A tournament? It’s so long ago since I’ve seen a tournament! Yes, yes, I’ve not always been blind. I slowly lost my eyesight. When I was a young man I watched a knights tournament! How I wish to see a fight again before I die.
You were present at a tournament? Skelt asked. Curiosity fought down his fear.
I hope I’m able to watch the tournament! Lenus told Gamber Jacks story like so many times before, but that only made the old man laugh.
Boy, you really think that man will win? Even IF he wins he’ll never become a good knight!
Why?! There was a glimmer of anger in Lenus voice.
You can’t become a knight that easy! Only a noble man can be a true knight, cause only he has the possibility to really learn what it means to be a knight! It takes at least 14 years of training! And that training starts at the age of 7. You learn how to live at the castle and to survive in the woods, you start learning how to fence and ride. That basic training ends when the young noble’s 14. The second seven years are as important as the first ones. Most of the young men will be sent to other castles to get the finish. They learn how to behave, how to treat young ladies and every young noble man has to serve a master. And then, if you were a good student, you can become a knight with 21 years. You have to swear with your right hand the oath of the knights which includes living for the male virtue, be loyal to your king and to help the weak and sufferers.
How can you know that? Skelt stuttered.
Gamber cleared his throat. A young noble man once was my best friend.
Lenus drilled for more information: And what are the rules of a tournament? Do you know that, too?
A deep sigh found its way out of Gambers soul. Of course I do. He changed his sitting position before he continued: Every tournament starts with the marching fighters. They will stand in line in the middle of the arena while a herold will welcome the King and the noble society. He’ll continue with introducing the fighters. A showfight will open the tournament. Next things are wrestling, archery, javelin. The fighters will get an assesstment. The ones with the highest points – most or all of them are of course the noble fighters - will reach the next level: tjosten. Now the fighters will be eliminated when they lose their fight. Only the winners will reach the last level: swordplay.
Most tournaments will be broken into by feasts or other social activities.
All this came over Gambers lips like a prayer or poet he had recited over and over again.
How will they get their assesstment?
One point for every won fight, if I remember properly. Three fights per section.
Wait... this is it? Nothing more? Lenus was confused. He thought a tournament would be much more complicated. That sounds so easy! He couldn’t understand, what was so difficult. THAT would make those fighters to idols?
Gamber coughed and then replied: Listen, boy, you can’t understand that with your childish carlessness. Those fighters are the best of the best. They would never join the tournament if not, ‘cause to win means honor, to lose means contempt. Nobody’s risking contempt just for fun. Belive me, your friend will be forgotten immediately.
Silence spread. Lenus tried to understand, he bit his lip, Gamber stared through the room without winking. Only Skelt was sliding around restles at the bench.
Who was the noble man you called friend? he finally asked into the growing
silence.
It was a young royal. I won’t tell you more. Suddenly there was a coldness in Gambers voice. Please leave now, I’m tired. And Gamber rose from his stool. He felt a vague shadow at his soul. It’s time... he thought. It’s time...
The boys also rose. Lenus hesitated. Mr Gamber, Sir?
Boy?
Thank you, Sir.
Gamber nodded.
Ahm... Sir?
What?
Lenus wanted to ask something more, but finally decided not to. Nothing, Sir. Thanks again!
But before Lenus was able to close the door behind him, Blind Gamber begged May you wanna come and tell me about the tournament every day?
Lenus nodded eagerly. Sure, Sir! I’ll come tomorrow! Then he closed the door.
Outside Skelt jumped from one foot to the other. He’s no killer, Lenus! Oh, imagine what Ragnar and Fox will say when we’ll tell them, that we were with Blind Gamber! He cheered. Everybody will think, that he was as brave as an adult, but Lenus only stared at the ground. Something made him think.

Gamber slowly moved over to a wooden bench and sat down. At least my cold body won’t lay around here for a long time he told himself. He was able to hear in the boys voice, that he’ll come back tomorrow. Then Gamber lay back at the bench and closed his blind eyes. He listend to the low click of burning wood and his regular breathing, but some minutes later his breathing stopped and the wind took his soul with the the last smoke of a dying fire up the chimney and into the sky.


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Tristanir - The Awaking


A hand stopped dead a few inches from the wooden door. Clatter came from inside the room accompanied by howls and shouts. It was a situation no servant wanted to be in, to have to obey although the situation rather made you run for cover.
A deep sigh emerged deep in her chest. Lady Luinary’s sent her to ask for Lady Tina’s appearance at the breakfast party because Miss Tina didn’t come and so her Lady worried and sent her to ask.
She shrugged and tightened her shoulders.
Knock knock
The noise from inside stopped. She heard a person coming closer and the door was opened with a jerk.
A man stood in front of her. He just wore long white pants, his hair was tousled and uncombed and his whole appearance showed rage and fury but also sadness and disappointment. He clutched a very crumpled piece of parchment, often read and screwed up. The room behind him was a pure mess. Pottery lay on the floor, shattered in pieces. Furniture was thrown around, partly broken and huge puddles of a deep red fluid made the mess complete.
What ya want? A rough angry voice answered her knock.
Ehm, hmm Lady Luinary’s….ehm Lady Luinary’s sent me to ask for Lady Tina’s presence. She was supposed to accompany her at a breakfast party this morning. She slightly shivered and trembled. This man seemed to be up to no good this morning. And what she could see when she dares to glance behind him didn’t make her feel a lot better.
Do you see a Lady anywhere in here. He barked. Tell your noble Lady Sir Tristanir told you Lady Tina is not here. And she won’t be here today and tomorrow.
He turned and threw the door in her face. Thankfully she stepped back in time.
The door was opened with a jerk again. Tristanir appeared and pushed the parchment into her hand.
Give that to your Lady and don’t dare to read. I find out. I always find out. Tell her that’s all I know and tell her that’s something between her and I. Nobody else is meant to read it. His eyes drilled into hers.
Did you understand?
She nodded, didn’t dare to move.
Go now, for what do you wait.
The door was slammed again and she reaped her skirt and run towards her Lady’s chamber. She rounded the corner just in time.
Inside the room Tristanir paced up and down. It occurred to him that this letter wasn’t meant to end in Lady Luinary’s hands. It was his, his last piece he had from his wife. This unfaithful wife. This whore who left him in the middle of the night. His fist slammed against the wall. He rested his head on his hand shaking his head and opened the door again but the servant was gone.
He went back closed the door and scuffled to the bed where he sat down heavily. His thoughts repeated the letter again and again and it made no sense to him.
Tristanir got up walked over to the washing stand and poured two hands full of water into his face. The washbowl was probably the only not broken thing in his room. He dressed when he heard a soft knock on the backdoor.
Enter!
His own servants came in.
Sir, do you need our service.
Tristanir set up a straight facial expression.
Clean the rooms.
And with those words he left the rooms.


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~ Faroin Nolan ~ At the Royal Stable


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Half the morning had passed by when Faroin Nolan pushed his huge basket into the second last box, where a majestic brown horse was waiting for its food.
Sssh, good girl. Faroin whispered and pet the horse’s neck. All around the stable he heard the horses breathing and snorting. Every now and then a halter rang and the strong smell of dung hung in the air, stuck between the single boxes.
Go back, Faroin called on the sorrel with a friendly voice. He had always loved horses. Their majestic way to move and the strength always made him treat the horses with a high amount of respect and admiration. He was a high credited employee of the Royal Stable, so most thought the cleaning of a horse box was under his profession - but his way to treat the animals brought him the respect to look after the horses of the noblest of noble man.
Faroin closed the wooden half-high fence of the box and started to shovel the mix of straw and dung into the basket. While working he went on talking to the horse.
So, beauty, to whom do you belong? You look like a breed of the Deepdale stables. He interrupted his work to take a look at the beam next to the fence. A silver button, pinned at the beam, showed an engraved emblem with a two-headed horse on it. Faroin knew that this should be green-grounded with a two-headed sorrel on it, but even without a color it was clearly the Deepdales emblem.
I was right, he mumbled satisfied and went on working. The brown horse started to nibble at his black tunic.
I know girl, you’re hungry, but you don’t want to dine in your own dirt, do you? Well, I don’t think so, you’re a noble horse!
And as if the horse would understand what Faroin said, it made a step to the side and produced a new small pile of dung.
Faroins deep but at the same time bright laughter irritated the horse. It moved its ears nervously around. You’re a good one, I like you! Faroin said, still smiling and shoving the new pile into his basket. When he was done, he lifted the basket at his back and carried it out into the aisle. Then he pushed a bundle of straw inside and spread it out at the floor. His next delivery was the fodder, including old bread, carrots and hay. When the sorrel started to eat, Faroin patted it one last time and said: Now, this is the way for a noble horse to eat!
He closed the fence with a happy whistle at his lips and turned to the last box.
The whistle died.
Unbelievingly Faroin stared into an empty box. His heart bet up to his neck. He knew that none of the noble men or women would be out for a ride. There was the Royal Council and the breakfast party. And if? Then it would have been his job to prepare the horse for a ride.
With in panic wide eyes he searched the beam for a button but didn’t find one. There was nothing except the feather of a hawk. A hawk? That was the sign of Sir Tristanir Arcanian, the majestic spy. But Sir Tristanirs horse stood at the opposite side of the aisle, peacefully chewing a straw.
Faroin checked the lock of the fence. It was closed. That gave him a little bit of a better feeling and calmed down his restless thoughts. Maybe another member of the stables stuff had prepared the horse for a short ride before the important meetings. But what, if not?
And if it wasn’t Sir Tristanirs horse, then there was only one possibility left: His wife’s horse was missing.
Outside the stable Farion heard voices grew louder. He dropped the fork and ran out into the yard. He had to tell the boss!
Sir! Sir! he shouted and when he reached his boss he whispered We lost a horse!
His boss lifted his eyebrows. The last one on the right side of the aisle? he asked.
Faroin frowned. How could he know? But then he nodded.
So the rumor is true?! We’ve not only lost a horse, we’ve lost a Lady!


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~~Tina & McKinnon ~~ Meeting~~


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After a short but hard ride Briena came to a hold next to the ruin once been a proud mill only for the Royal family’s duty but an unexpected fire just left the stones and beams all black as the night. Tina jumped from the horse back and landed quiet in the new arising grass next to the remains. She was still in the shadows of a nearby tree but cursed inwardly to step out in almost bright moonlight.

Everybody could’ve seen me. Dumb woman. This royal behaviour makes me soft and weak.

But it was too late to merge with the shade and so she stood there waiting for the things to come. Without moving to make her appearance not even more visible than it was already.

I’ve been used to a girl that could become united with the shades and not one that steps in the centre of the happenings. An amused whisper that couldn’t hide the smile came from behind her, very close to her right ear.

Very careless is that girl too. Not armed apart from a small knife which sticks in her left boot. Tsk tsk. I’m used to something better. I wonder what Eneit tells me about bringing him an effeminate court girl.

Tina turned that fast and put her hand around the talkers throat that he couldn’t react in time.
I don’t need to be armed. I’m a weapon myself. She hissed.

Sorry that I don’t believe that He was now laughing, removing the hand easily from his throat. Perhaps a long time ago you would have been strong enough but even then you wouldn’t have been able to hurt a fly not to mention to harm a human. He touched her hands. Today they’re so soft and weak just made for needle work.
Even if future tells you won’t have many possibilities to stay alive.
He was relieved the darkness kept her from reading his facial expressions.
But now let’s go. The old man dislikes waiting. We are soon there but I have to do something beforehand. Do you really trust me?

Tina watched him silently. Not being able to see his face it was a difficult question and so she tried to find her inward voice and to listen to it.
Yes

Ok and I’m really sorry but I have to blindfold you. Instructions. He shrugged and pulled out a cloth he wrapped around her eyes. Lando gave a deep growl and lifted his flews. Tina patted his head and he calmed down.
Can you bestride and stay on Briena’s back while I guide you? Tina merely nodded and McKinnon helped her mounting Briena before he whistled and a dark grey stallion came out of the forest. He mounted himself, patted the horses neck and with a short
Guide us Hasufel. Show us the way the little caravan disappeared between the trees followed by a dark dog.

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~~Reunion~~


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After a two hours ride, which seemed to be eternities, Hasufel stopped and Ewan jumped from the horses back. He walked back to help Tina dismounting her mare and removed the cloth. She blinked a few time, waiting for her eyes to get used to her surrounding. They were in the middle of a forest and standing in a tiny clearing. Watching the trees around she wondered how they came there at all. The trees stood that close that she didn’t see a little gap through which they got to that clearing.

Dobryj djen moj Solnyschko
Leaning heavily on a walking stick an old man appeared out of the sudden. A very familiar old man and Tina thought her eyes playing a trick on her.

Vadderchen she said suddenly and run over to hug the old man. Who had to summon up all his strength not to fell over with this emotional welcome.

Where have you been all the years? I haven’t seen you for ages. Father missed you a lot when you disappeared a few years after mother’s death. You’ve been always a glimmer of light during his travels.

Lassie, times hard were and old Eneit reasons had not to come. Your father strong man was and sons old enough had at that time then. And Eneit heard young knights across came so your father not alone was. But now come tea must be now ready. Ewan?!
Eneit shot a glance on McKinnon waiting there and watching the scene.

No, no, I better go back to reach the court before lunch. I assume there’s a very furious knight wanting everybody’s head who can’t prove he hasn’t to do something with his wife’s disappearance. I just asked the king on last nights ball if he gives me permission to hunt for deer this morning. So I may have a good excuse facing Sir Tristanir and to remain whole further on.
He waved good bye turned Hasufel and disappeared with reaching the first trees.

Slightly confused and with very red cheeks Tina followed Eneit and after a moment disappeared too, followed by her horse and dog.

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~~ Day 1 - Royal Castle (I) ~~


~~ At the Royal Court, in the Ducal Chambers of the noble family of Kingsgrave – about an hour before noon ~~

Some more mokka, my dear?! A sweet, but cold voice asked her.
Lost in thoughts, Luinarys turned around to look at Karla of Kingsgrave -- tired, she met the chilly, peering gaze of the duchess, who looked daggers at her.
Or maybe some tea of lime-tree blossoms? Duchess Karla smirked and glanced at Luinarys’ belly. She beckoned then to a maidservant.
No, thank you, Your Highness. Luinarys replied courteously, wildly surpressing her annoyance about the duchess’ insinuation. A strong mokka would perfectly be alright …

When will these guessworks and speculations stop? … When I have born the Steward’s heir? Or after the birth of five living children? Luinarys asked herself angrily and sipped the hot, bitter drink. I can bear no longer these stupid chats – not after last night. She sighed inwardly and closed her eyes for a second.

Naturally, she had not slept a minute after her “weird” dream of Chassalla and her dying lord father. She had watched her husband dozing off and then tried to rethink what had happened when she had “slipped” in that other body.

Am I becoming mad? Luinarys wondered. What am I doing to change my body and mind during these dreams? Is Luinhyris’ blood calling me? And to whom does this strange voice belong? To one of my ancestors? To a haunted soul of Grail Hall? And most important of all: did father really die last night? Have I seen his dead body, lying in his four-poster bed through the eyes of the servant? A sad feeling sept trough her, guilt started gnawing on her conscience again.
I haven’t even got the chance to say goodbye to him.
Luinarys tried again to suppress the despair, she was feeling since her leaving from Chassalla days ago. I had denied him his deepest wish then, his plan for Chassalla’s future … and now, I am not able to bear his big disappointment. Suddenly, she had a lump in her throat. Why was it wrong to marry the man, I loved? Luinarys asked herself again for the thousand time. It WAS the right decision … wasn’t it?
Unconfident, she took another sip. I am married to one of the most powerful people in the kingdom – what could father have wanted more?
But she knew of course, that Lord Henryk had planned to intensify the bonds among the Banaty Noble Society and to create a strong alliance with the comital family of the Riverlands, the Counts Riverwinds, -- and not to confederate with the Tromainish “intruders”.
I only followed my heart … Luinarys defended herself in thought. But why does this ‘disobedience’ chase me for years? Are these ‘mad-dreams’ some sort of punishment?

The dreams started several moons ago, back at Grail Hall, at a time, when sad feelings of loneliness had overwhelmed Arthurian’s wife. During the day, Luinarys had much work to do with the househould, the huge garden and the harvests - not to forget the trouble with their tenants. Her daughter Briseis also yearned for her mother – sometimes, she didn’t know what to do first so many things had to be done by the landlady. And then, the exhaustion and loneliness in the evenings, when she sat alone in the huge library with all the paper work and financial affairs to deal with … it was exhausting, sometimes. But well, that was the duty of a highborn lady and head of house, wasn’t it? It was expected from her to rule instead of her husband and to be a strong and fair liege – but was it really the life, she had wanted to live, when she had married Arthurian, now the new Lord of Grail Hall, but originally a member of the powerful Tromain Realm?

Does Luinhyris’ curse overtake me now for my sin?
But why did the dreams start only three moons ago, not shortly after our wedding? And why are they more intense here in the Banaty Mountains?

Luinarys could even feel the weird presence of the strange ‘intruder’, the black bear at the very moment …

I AM surely becoming a madwoman! She decided annoyed. Think, WHO you are, Lui! Luinarys argued with herself. What would Arthurian say about these thoughts!

Well, my dear, you look very pale indeed. I hope, you’re feeling well? Duchess Karla asked scrutinizing and gazed at the grand-niece of her late mother-in-law, Duchess Freia of Kingsgrave, a born Lady Castell, sister to Luinarys’ grandfather Gerdon Castell. I hope, the feast was not that exhausting for you, after that terrible long journey from the far North …. And the duchess tried to appear worried, while she still eyed Lady Luinarys.

She looks like she has not slept at all that night. Karla of Kingsgrave stated disgruntled. Yet another occasion for that bloody son-of-a-!@#$ to sire a bastard – another night to defile the old most honorable northern bloodline of Castell. But we’ll see … this ignominiousness will end soon – for sure it WILL! She smiled inwardly and thought of the plans, made by her lord husband and his conspirers.

Would you stop talking, you old witch! Luinarys thought disrespectfully, but smiled gracefully instead.

Not at all, Your Highness. We had perfect travelling weather, I can tell you, it was a pleasure to travel south, to see the beautiful landscape of your Dutchy, as well as the Redwood lands and the surroundings of Royal Fort. Luinarys lied and glanced around, trying to spot a known, friendly face.

Oh yes, the Middlelands still have the summer’s fresh air, haven’t they? Duchess Karla replied in a bored tone. But as a “northern maiden”, you surely miss your beloved northern home already, don’t you, my dear? Duchess Karla sneered. I hope, you could have spared some time to visit Lord Castell at Chassalla? She asked politely, but her eyes glittered curiously. [
b]We’ve got lore of that dreadful and most unfortunate horse accident of your lord father – terrible, isn’t it? And the duchess made a compassionate face, though she was an unsympathetic woman in general.

Oh yes, how is he, Lady Excalibow? Do you have any news concerning his state of health? My brother just told me about the accident. Lady Joanna of Kingsgrave asked and came over to Luinarys and her lady mother; Lady Selya Sanderstone and Lady Diane of Deepdale-Marbrandt followed. All four women looked inquiringly at Luinarys.

Luinarys sighed inwardly, when she remembered her last stay at Chassalla – the coldness and the feeling of unwelcome. But well, that was not the appropriate reply, she had to give these ladies, wasn’t it?

Lord Castell’s state of health is alarming indeed. She admitted sadly and sipped the hot mokka.

Duchess Karla and her daughter changed a quick glance.

Oh no, these are dreadful news, Lady Excalibow! Joanna said and Selya Sanderstone gave a little groan of dismay.
And my dear friend Miriamel is all alone at Chassalla, poor girl! Joanna sighed heavily. It must be a heavy burden for her – caring for sick Lord Castell and ruling over Chassalla’s lands, isn’t it?

Father arranged everything, when he was in perfect health! Luinarys felt defiant. Miriamel has no burden to bear – except the bad temper of father in his fever – if he is still alive!

And again, Luinarys “saw” the short vision of her father, lying dead in his bed in the far North, at Chassalla.

Well, as it is custom in the northern lands, my lady sister had already been prepared for being a landlady since her youth – so I can assure you, that she performs her task perfectly. Luinarys replied irritatedly, while Lady Rebekka of Redwood-Deepdale joined the group. The daughter of Duke Allister glanced around, frowning when she heard Luinarys’ answer.

Lady Excalibow, I have visited Chassalla some months ago. She interrupted Duchess Karla, who was about to ask another question, and met Luinarys’ eyes. I accompanied my lord brother on his journey to Norther Seat, and we stayed at the castle for several days. I have never experienced more hospitality than from Lord Castell. He is a great man indeed. And Rebekka gave Luinarys a warm smile, who appreciated it deeply.
Luinarys was not closely aquainted with the younger Deepdale, but she very liked whose forthrightness at this very moment.

Thank you, Lady of Deepdale. Luinarys replied thankfully and added In contrast of the commonly prejudice she paused for a second and looked at Diane of Redwood-Deepdale and Selya Sanderstone we northern families value that virtue very high indeed. And then, Luinarys looked directly into the face of Duchess Karla, who had a sourly expression on her elegant face.

You’re welcome, Lady Excalibow. Rebekka inclined her head towards Luinarys. It was a pleasure to learn more about your beautiful part of the kingdom – nobody knows what the future might bring for our house … She stated meaningfully and took a cup of tea.
But well, She then took a sip. shall we not talk about pleasant things now, what do you think?! she said lightly and smiled at Luinarys.

Luinarys only needed a second to understand. Certainly, my dear Lady Deepdale. She replied overzealously and linked arms with her. You may excuse us, Your Highness. A short nod towards Duchess Karla.

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~~ Day 1 - Royal Castle (II) ~~


The two women slowly left the other noble ladies, who made sourly faces – especially Duchess Karla - , and walked over to one of the large windows.

I had pity on you, Lady Excalibow.Rebekka explained and gave a mischievous smile. The old witch cares too much about herself and her brood. She sighed and took another sip. And you look very pale indeed.

Nothing to worry about, Lady Deepdale. Luinarys hastily assured her. She was too happy to have escaped the old Kingsgrave.

What a relief to talk to a sensible woman!

I didn’t know, you have visited Norther Seat last year, Lady of Deepdale. Luinarys observed. It would have been definitely interesting to talk to the heir of Deepdale!
Was there a certain reason to take that long journey, Your Ladyship? Luinarys asked cautiously.

Rebekka turned pink like a little girl. Don’t call me that, Lady Excalibow – please! She begged. Strictly speaking, I am only a rose now. And she gave a sardonic laugh.

I am sorry, my dear. Luinarys hastend to say. I didn’t mean to offend you.

No offense taken, Lady Luinarys. Rebekka appeased her and looked out of the window, down to the sunny courtyard. What a beautiful morning, isn’t it?! Sunshine, cold air and the first leaves falling ... autumn is approaching – my favourite season. And she smiled sadly.

Is it, Lady Rebekka? Luinarys asked and looked also out of the window.

It is already fall in the North. Hopefully, Baiten strictly follows my instructions – otherwise, we will have a poor harvest this year. Winter will come soon ...

... how do I know this?
Luinarys suddenly wondered.

... long rides with my brother. It was a happy time then, Lady Excalibow. Rebekka told sadly. But the war changed everything ...

Yes,
Luinarys nodded, trying hard to concentrate on the talk with Rebekka, it took many lives and loved ones from us.

Tears glittered in the eyes of Rebekka.

Stupid goose! she scolded herself. You were never close with Allas and Allaghar. Their deaths were nothing in comparison to the separation and loss of Victos.

Lady of Deepdale, I am sorry. Please, let us talk about something pleasant instead of mourning about the past.

Luinarys eyed the younger noble woman.

She looks pale, too. And very sad, indeed. Does she really grieve for her dead husband? Luinarys wondered. That cannot be. Nobody could have been probably in love with this fat oaf!

Yes, you are absolutely right, my lady. Rebekka agreed.
Will Lord Excalibow participate in the tournament? Or any knight of his command? I got the chance to get a glimpse of them yesterday, during the afternoon. She giggled. It is a great relief to know, that such men will defend our lives now and in the future.

I do not know, if all knights will fight during the tourney. But Knight Lancehot told me last night, that the knights Galahad, Gawain and he himself will partake.

Arthurian won’t have any time to take part. He surely is too busy with the king’s affairs. And Luinarys had again a sad feeling.

Perfectly wonderful! I am very interested in seeing them fighting. As they are true warriors of the Tromain Realm, they must be very skilled in various battle disciplines, musn’t they?
Oh, I am very curious to make their aquaintance, Lady Excalibow. And to talk to their ladies, too. Did you not intend to bring a friend along?


Rebekka looked at Luinarys questioningly.

Well, Luinarys searched for the right words. I am afraid, Lady Tinashka is indisposed at the moment.

Actually, that is the greatest understatement of the century! Luinarys thought despairingly. But I cannot tell her the truth.

The truth was too disturbing in fact. Luinarys had wanted her dear friend next to her to survive that breakfeast party. She had waited for Tina more than an hour and finally, had sent a servant to look after her. But instead of Tina, she only got a letter, meant for Tristanir, in which Tina told her husband, that she left him and the whole society to ‘throw light on her past’. Not mentioning, where she intended to go, of course.

What a great friend indeed! We haven’t met each other for months, and now, we cannot share any time with each other again! She never mentionend any ‘past’ troubles or something. What could be the true reason? What had really happened last night? Luinarys wondered, thinking of her own “nightmare”. Could her departure be connected to the strange disappearance of Julie? Does Tina seach for her? But why did she not tell me? Am I not that trustworthy?

Despair, sadness and fear for her friends filled Luinarys and made her throat dry.

I want to know what’s going on! I need to talk to Tristanir after the party. Maybe he can give me a hint what might have troubled her to leave the castle … first, Arthurian’s careless and cold behavior, and now Tina goes away without a word of farwell for me … what is going on here?

Rebekka still watched Luinarys.

Well, Lady Excalibow, hopefully that ‘indisposition’ bodes well?!

Oh, I do not know, Lady Deepdale. Lady Tinashka didn’t mention anything, I am sorry.


My goodness, does any noble woman only think of producing children?

But Rebekka gave a satisfied smile.

Fine, not another ‘happy’ face and big belly. She said contendly and continued, I really liked the northern landscape, Lady Excalibow. The deep woods, the high hills and the cold winds. The countryside is still intact and mostly deserted – you can find peace and solitude there, can’t you?

Yes, sometimes it is very lonesome in the north. People are silent and withdrawn. Nature made us tough, you know?
Luinarys replied curteously.

Why is she interested in the North? She always lived in the southern parts of the kingdom. Is her brother in search for a northern bride?

I could do with some solitude, trust me! The past years have been exhausting …

Rebekka suddenly looked very sad and forlorn.
Luinarys felt sympathy for her.
It seems, she still grieves for her dead brothers and for her husband, too.

She took Rebekka’s hand.
Lady Deepdale, look forward! Let the past be as it was. Make a new start and begin a new life!

Lyer! You encourage Lady Deepdale to start a new life, while you yourself are not able to forget the past and live in the present!
Luinarys argued with herself.
But why not give an impact to a younger woman ...?!

Rebekka looked in Luinarys’ eyes.

I will, Lady Excalibow! For the first time in my life, I will take matters into my own hands, whatever my family decides.

I will be his wife – whatever may be!

Luinarys could feel the happiness and the strong will of Rebekka – for a second, that feeling was almost within reach.

I was once like her ... what had truly changed me?

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~~ Day 1 - Meetings ~~


~~ At the Royal Court – in a corridor – ten minutes later ~~

Luinarys run down the corridor to get to the private chambers of Knight Tristanir.

I am running like a silly maidservant. She argued with herself. It won’t help when I tumble and break a leg! Just CALM DOWN!

She had left the party under a pretext shortly after her private talk with Rebekka.
She never had any close contact with that noble woman, but Luinarys could sense the despair and unhappiness of Rebekka and deeply wished to help her. But how?

First of all, I have to find out, why Tina left the royal castle!

She took another staircase and entered a long, multilevel, sunny arcade. Bright sunshine blinded her so that she had to close her eyes and slowly reached for the balustrade. When she finally opened her eyes a little, she had a good view over the courtyard with the arena, where many people (mostly smallfolk) walked hastily about.

I should not stay in this bright sunlight – I do not need another headache!

But when Luinarys just wanted to turn around, some things happened at the same time …

from the corner of her eye, she saw, that a young woman, down in the courtyard, broke down, while - at the same time - a wooden barrel suddenly crashed on a low wall next to her. It seemed, as if this barrel had appeared out of thin air …

Who had thrown that barrel down on the wall? And why?

Luinarys still wondered, while she closed her eyes to avoid the brightness. Suddenly, she had an odd feeling, her legs turned to jelly and she tumbled slightly.

I must not faint! I need to find Tina! I have to tell her about my weird dreams! I must find her! Find her ……

Everything around her turned into white …

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Everyting was silent now, except the quiet rustle of leaves and twitter of birds. Close-by, she could sense some deer grazing – delicous, bloody flesh …

… she opened her eyes and put her nose up. The prey was still there, unsuspecting.

She heard soft mumble and turned her head. She saw two people: an old man with a funny hat and a woman – Tina. They stood very close together and talked excitedly to each other.

Where am I? Luinarys asked herself despairingly. What is Tina doing there? Who is that old man?

She jumped on her feet and barked.

Tina turned around and faced her.

Lando – down! Be a good dog!

The old man also turned and gazed at her curiously.

He said something to Tina in a foreign language and then approached her.

He kneeled next to her and touched her head. He looked in her eyes – with a strange intensity.

It is good to meet you! He finally said quietly, not moving his lips. Your power is growing, I see. But you will need my help to control it. I look forward to our second meeting in the Banaty Mountains. For now, don’t worry - your friend is safe and will return to you soon!

The man gave her a short nod and then returned to Tina, who had watched them with raised eyebrows.

Your dog, fine he is, Tinashka! He said pacifying.

And with this words, the world turned bright again …


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