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2/3 - New
Arrangements
Of course, I was entirely aware of the
fact that she would not be too best pleased with the new
arrangements.
It must be said that I somewhat
underestimated the severity of her responses.
She was entirely irrational and reminded
me of my own disturbed states of mind last winter. Then, she
had kept me safe from myself and cared for me and I had come
back to myself eventually.
I had no doubt that she would, too. She
was strong and resilient; and she was young.
The very young are so much more adaptable
than they would ever believe themselves to be.
I know this for a fact for I did quite a
bit of adapting myself when I was half her age.
Still, it did distress me to see her like
that.
Eventually, I procured some herbs that
had a very calming effect on the nerves and mixed them with
the wine I brought her. After two days, she was thirsty enough
to take it and from then on, matters improved dramatically.
I explained her absence by saying that
she was with child and had withdrawn to be in a more restful
environment; it astonished everyone and it astonished me to
receive their congratulations on the forthcoming event.
I must admit I especially enjoyed
Catena’s expressions of joy on our behalf. They nearly
killed the man. He was also the only one who didn’t believe
that she had left to rest and followed me around with
suspicion in his mind. I thought about disposing of him a
number of times, but considered he might just prove to have
his uses beyond the use of having her be more compliant to my
wishes. I had mentioned that he lived still and would continue
to do so as long as she was eating properly to nourish herself
and the child. A few days after she disappeared, he requested
leave to return to Headman’s Acre to resume his guard duties
there. I saw no reason to have him stay and gave permission.
In truth, I was glad to see him go.
During the day, there would be meetings
and arrivals, and through the nights, I spent my time with
her.
I tended her self inflicted wounds,
washed her and dressed her. I cleaned the circle and provided
her with lights, food and measures so she would relieve
herself.
She pleaded for her freedom in many
different ways, even after she had calmed down with the herbs.
She would argue with me, and at another
time she would pretend to go along with everything I said. She
used her words skillfully and her body too. I enjoyed her
efforts whilst they lasted because I was well aware the next
explosion would be just around the corner.
It kept me busy.
I brought the blond princess from her
house with her attendant, a dour faced woman who thought of
trying to tell me how to treat her and then regretted that
bitterly.
Niccosia was all undone and with six legs
and five arms around her. I pitied the fool but the matter was
well under way and didn’t require my actions to any great
degree. I did have to tell him however the very basics of what
was happening behind the scenes; the man was still very much a
soldier and not a politician. However, he was learning and
reliable.
In the meantime, I spent time at Tower
Keep, studying the maps and finally found the perfect place
for my lady’s new home.
It was located beyond the furthest
borders of Westland, in a beautiful wilderness situation, at
least three day’s travel from any nearby trade route that
was still in use.
An island in a good sized inland sea,
with a large stone circle and an ancient doorway point that
ended in ruins so old they were no walls remaining higher than
my thighs.
This is where I created a palace for my
lady.
It cost me considerable energy
expenditure to raise the walls and have them root deeply into
the ground for stability. I remembered her fondness for gold
colours and made them white marble veined with rich shades of
gold, a most pleasing effect.
The main problem lay in constructing this
building in such a way that servants – and I, for that
matter – would be able to enter and leave, but she could
not.
She had to be kept absolutely confined to
the circle and the building within until she was adjusted to
the new arrangements; should she get out before this
adjustment had been made, serious problems would ensue for all
concerned.
She would have to be kept in chains for
now and highly guarded at all times so she would not be able
to harm herself. She was quite crazed enough to try this as
she had proved on a number of occasions.
I decided there should be a central
garden so she would be able to walk and see the skies and feel
the rain; laid out her apartments beyond that and the
servant’s quarters and created the requisite materials as I
could not work on the inside of the circle.
These things were accomplished a step at
a time on brief visits in between the ongoing meetings at
Manoranta; it was my desire to have her new quarters ready
before the council broke off and made for the crowning of the
new High King in Pertineri. I underestimated the endeavour,
however, and had to revise my time schedule in the light of a
great many details that had to be observed.
I told her of her new home and she
screamed and cried at me until I made her take the wine with
the herbs and she subsided once again. I brought ointment for
her wrists and regretted that I could not heal them in the
normal way; but one has to adapt to circumstances as best as
one can.
That night, when I took her, she was
unresponsive and crying. I enquired as to the reasons of this
and she said she wanted it to be as it had been in Abbey the
night before our wedding.
I could understand that sentiment. It
had, in truth, been a remarkable experience. But I told her
that this kind of thing was no longer a priority, nor even
desirable.
“The main objective is that you should
get better, and take care of yourself and our child,” I said
and she started to moan and wail, which would have become an
aggressive outburst if it had not been for the herbs.
I assured her that I understood her
difficulties in coming to terms with the new arrangements and
held her tightly until her struggling had ended.
After that, I unchained her in my
presence, when I would be at hand to physically stem her
outbursts.
In the council, Niccosia being the new
High King was now an unspoken reality. There was much more
concern with existing borders, old disputes and who was to
take the throne of Trant’s kingdom of the Eastlands. Three
separate groups had arrived to claim the Eastlands and all of
them had only the most tenuous links to the throne.
There was also some amazement when I took
back my father’s lands which had been a part of Solland now
for the past 660 years. Niccosia didn’t give me any trouble
because the population was sparse there and much of the land
was barren. He was loath to see control of the two river ports
go to me and I suggested to give the towns free status which
ended that small disagreement.
I wasn’t particularly interested in
spending my time running the affairs of a patch of useless
countryside but I felt it necessary to make the claim and have
it put down in writing.
My son might have a more generational
attitude to such things, and of course, one need to have lands
to claim one’s seat here in this chamber. It also served to
remove my own precarious and illogical standing.
Selter’s granddaughter coped well with
her public unveiling. She was nervous but held herself
together quite admirably. It was interesting to compare her to
my lady who would have a lot to learn to be able to run a
keep, never mind cope with the demands of public life.
I had no doubt that she would adapt
perfectly well in time.
It had only been ten days, and she was
already much calmer, much more co-operative. Her outbursts
were shorter in duration and not as intense as once they were.
I told her about my work on her new home
and that it was time to find servants for her. They would, of
course, be all female; the guards would be branded by me
personally and incapable of interacting with her beyond their
orders to contain her physically inside the magic circle.
She begged and pleaded with me to allow
her to have Marani with her but I dismissed the idea. Marani
had developed a personal allegiance to my lady which made her
untrustworthy given the circumstances. It reminded me to take
exquisite care with her female servants’ brandings too.
My lady had a way with people that would
bend them to her will.
On the day that the council signed the
declaration that Niccosia was to be the High King and the
coronation and his marriage to Princess Camaruna should take
part in one ceremony, I made my way to the slave market in
Pertineri beneath a shadow shielding and in a brown cloak to
acquire in person those who would finish the physical work and
guard and serve my lady.
Bar a few details, all was now in place.
I had created the materials required to
construct the inside of the Island Palace, as I had taken to
think of it. It was unfortunate that one cannot turn
the standing stones on and off for else, it would have
been done in an afternoon. As it was, I took the ten guards,
branded them within an inch of their lives, and, newly kitted
out with exquisite clothing and swords, had them shepherd the
workers and servants through the doorway system and onto the
island.
I instructed them clearly as what had to
be done and left in time for the grand banquet that was the
closing of the Manoranta meeting, the one that ended formally
Trant’s brief but disastrous reign over the kingdoms.
I must admit that I was most satisfied
with the outcomes.
The coronation would take place in a
tenday’s time from tomorrow.
By then, the Island Palace should be
finalised and I could move my lady from her current and truly,
quite unsuitable quarters.
I told Niccosia that I would visit my
lady in the interim which he accepted most readily. He send
his regards, as did his bride to be, the two of them more like
brother and sister than ever a romantic couple, and I had to
hide a smile when I told them earnestly that I would pass on
their good wishes.
She cried again when I did pass them on,
only moments later, only a few men’s length beneath their
very feet.
I spend a considerable amount of time on
the island, overseeing the work and making personally sure
that no shortcuts were taken.
Provisions were going to be a problem.
There were no supplies anywhere near and
I would have to personally move everything that anyone here
could consume, except for water which the lake supplied
plentifully.
This was irritating but could not be
helped.
I raised therefore a number of store
houses on the far side of the island, well out of view as not
to spoil it and coloured to blend with the surrounding trees
and boulders, and I
placed a large order for provisions with a discreet merchant
in Pertineri. My branded guards collected the wagons and drove
them through the doorways, unloaded and I returned them when
it was successfully concluded.
It was late at night when I finally
returned to my lady. I was tired, and it must be said,
somewhat irritable. It had been a very long time since I had
personally become involved in the details of such an operation
at this level. I should endeavour to find a trustworthy second
in command, much as Niccosia had been in Pertineri.
She was dull and when I unchained her,
just turned her back to me and rubbed her sore wrists.
I had worked on her behalf since dawn and
although I didn’t expect her to be grateful in her current
state of mind, I still was irritated at her bearing and
behaviour, and I put this to her.
She made strange sounds which I finally
identified as a cross between laughing and crying and then she
went into her madness routine again.
This night, I was simply not in the mood
for it.
I re-fastened her chains and left her to
wear herself out.
I would spend the night at Tower Keep and
get a good night’s sleep for once.
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