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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 3, 2015 13:35:10 GMT -5
The home of House Brax
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 3, 2015 13:37:08 GMT -5
Morgan and Olyvar arrive at Hornvale. Morgan is visibly nervous since she hasn't seen her family in some time and she is both eager to see them and afraid of the reception she will get when her father finds out what's happened to her.
"Home at last," she said to Olyvar, somewhat shakily. She called up to the guards. "It's Lady Morgan, with Olyvar Manderly. Let us in, please."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 3, 2015 13:40:40 GMT -5
Old Garen, the man at arms of the castle since Morgan was a mere twinkle in her father's eye, looks from the gatehouse. "By the Seven! It IS you!" They are ushered in immediately. "Your father has been worried to the point of illness, my lady."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 3, 2015 13:46:49 GMT -5
Guilt stabbed through Morgan, and all the more so because her adventure had all been for nothing. Her eyes stung.
"I'm sorry for that, Garen," she said. "Take me to my father. At once. I would be honoured to introduce my travelling companion to him at the same time, otherwise it would please me if Olyvar could be granted food and our best vintage. And a bedchamber for the night."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 3, 2015 14:24:10 GMT -5
"It will be done." Olyvar is taken off.
"I need the bath," he explains.
Morgan heads to her father's chambers. The elder Brax is seated on a seat overlooking his godswood. He rises with sickened limbs to hug his dughter. "Morga...you live," he said. "And are here again at last."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 3, 2015 14:27:26 GMT -5
"Father"" She hugged him back, and this time the tears did actually flow. "I'm sorry, Father, I'm sorry," she sobbed. "I thought...I wish I'd never gone now. I'm sorry. Please forgive me."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 3, 2015 14:28:59 GMT -5
He sniffles a bit as he holds her. "What happened, my dear? What...happened?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 3, 2015 14:32:06 GMT -5
"I wanted to study at the Citadel. I went to Oldtown." Her voice was barely above a whisper. "They treated me like shit, Father. Even after Lady Hightower decreed that women must be allowed. They told horrid lies about me."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 3, 2015 14:35:57 GMT -5
Lord Brax narrows an eye. "How by the Seven did you get to the bloody Citadel? There was a war going on!"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 3, 2015 14:39:36 GMT -5
"I had help," she said, pulling gently away. "it doesn't matter now, it's done with and I'm home." Except it did matter to her, not that she was likely ever to meet Quentyn again. But she didn't want to tell her father about their bargain.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 3, 2015 14:54:08 GMT -5
The old lord pulls out a letter. "The maesters are rather unhappy with you," he said. "Did they really have you flogged?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 3, 2015 14:58:57 GMT -5
Morgan's tear-stained face paled. "Yes. They said I lay with four novices but I never touched them. I swear it by the Seven. They wouldn't listen to me, Father. They were determined to find me guilty, no matter what I said. It was a conspiracy to be rid of me. You know I never flirt with men, Father." Her eyes pleaded with him.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 3, 2015 15:00:32 GMT -5
"They FLOGGED my daughter," he said, his old man rage giving him some of his prior strength. "Garen, send for MAester Walther. I want a letter sent to the Citadel." The knight nods and heads out. "Who did it?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 3, 2015 15:06:26 GMT -5
"I don't know his name. But we think - Olyvar and I - that there was a cult within the Citadel, a secret organisation that had taken over the Citadel from within. They claimed they ruled the world."
She had strapped the sword to her waist, now she touched the hilt. "I want them dead, Father. All of the men in this organisation. The Citadel must learn to change, and to serve the people, not seek to control us."
Then she realised the problem with her father's order. She ran to the door and called out "Garen, stop a moment!" She turned to Lord Brax. "Father, you mustn't get Maester Walther to send the letter. He might be in league with them! You must write the letter yourself, with my help. We will have to keep Walther under close observation until we know whether he is with the bad men or not."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 3, 2015 15:08:55 GMT -5
"I want him here to talk to him," her father said. "He has a considerable amount of explaining to do. And if there is a faction of rebel maesters, well, Lady Arania must know immediately."
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