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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 29, 2015 18:06:12 GMT -5
When she woke, she had only the dimmest recollections of everything that had just happened. Her back was agony, however. She lay very still, wondering dimly why Olyvar and Sara hadn't been present at the so called trial - had they betrayed her? She took a sip of water then burst into tears.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 29, 2015 18:08:30 GMT -5
The cell door opens, and a small man walks in. He isn't dressed like a maester. He lifts up her shirt, ignoring any protests, and dabs some sort of salve on the wounds. "That looks rather painful," he says, in a friendly but probably (possibly?) mocking voice.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 29, 2015 18:11:53 GMT -5
"Yes," Morgan sobbed. Her wounds hurt like hell. "They whipped me for a crime I never committed. They wouldn't listen to reason. I'm scared," she confessed. She looked around as best she could from her position, trying to check for her belongings.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 29, 2015 18:15:08 GMT -5
She has nothing save a copy of the Seven-Pointed Star. The man made noises like someone soothing a cat. "There, there. Why not confess and spare yourself so much pain?" he asked curiously. "The Citadel has been around for how long, do you think, my dear?" he said, his voice quiet and kind.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 29, 2015 18:18:28 GMT -5
"I don't know," she said. "Please, I want my things back. I had some money, my own books, a dagger, my clothes.." She winced as pain spasmed through her. "I have nothing to confess. I lied about my name and my sex, that's all. I didn't lay with the novices."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 29, 2015 18:20:13 GMT -5
"You're smart," the man says. "How long?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 29, 2015 18:23:49 GMT -5
"Thousands of years, probably." She whimpered in pain. "Please, I don't deserve this. Help me."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 29, 2015 18:26:01 GMT -5
"Four thousand one hundred and seventy-three," he said. "Do you know a constant of it?" He ran his hand gently down her hair.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 29, 2015 18:28:21 GMT -5
"That a maester serves for life, once he has forged his chain. Everyone knows that. And they did not allow women, until Lady Arania decided otherwise."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 29, 2015 18:30:11 GMT -5
"We do not allow women," he says. "And no feeble cunt who sucked her cock to get to the North then came back down is going to change that simple fact," he said, still in his eerily jovial voice. "Now, our first woman consorted with men and destroyed four good careers." He smiled. "Isn't that true?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 29, 2015 18:34:00 GMT -5
"No," she said, sharply. "I did no such thing. Someone paid those young men to tell lies about me. They must have. It's just some stupid lie to be rid of me. I just want to learn. That's all."
Her eyes began to water again. She thought longingly of her father and Hornvale, of her mother, now dead, and was thankful they could not see her now.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 29, 2015 18:45:02 GMT -5
"But if you learn," the man said, calmly, "then you'll want to be a maester. Do you know what maesters' roles are, Morgan?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 29, 2015 18:53:42 GMT -5
"Yes. Everyone knows what the maesters do. Part of it at least." She tried to move into a more comfortable position and gasped at the sudden pain. Her mind still felt a little fuzzy and it was hard to get her words out and harder still to avoid saying more than she wanted. "What will happen to me?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 29, 2015 18:55:46 GMT -5
"Maesters work for the Citadel, you know. All the little lords, few can read, none can intelligently do sums or feed their people. we are...the stewards, the sensible men. We give up our names as women do when they marry," he said. "Why do you think we do this?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 29, 2015 18:57:56 GMT -5
"So nobody knows where you came from," she murmured. "I heard that tale from my own maester back at Hornvale when I was a girl. He said...he said...that you are supposed to put your old allegiances aside."
She wondered why he wouldn't answer her question.
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