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There had been a night not so long ago that she had gazed into them. Like the storm tossed sea, they were, blue and grey both depending on how the light hit them. The plaintive note in Halvarin's reply pulled her eyes to his and she was struck, as she had been in the past, by their colour. It is as simple as that."īeside her, Halvarin pushed out a sorrowful sigh, "Nothing is simple any more, Amarwen." "You want that harbour open, return my father to Edholland. "Osgiliath chose to fight, even though they had no hope of prevailing. "Tell me Halvarin, were the women and children of Osgiliath traitors?" "I am not a traitor!" Halvarin protested, stung. "Why did he ride out for Eldacar?" Halvarin hissed in her ear.Īmarwen's gaze did not shift from the knot of men crowding her mother but her tone was ice, "Because the alternative was treason." The others followed to gather around her even as Halvarin drew her back and away. Halvarin's father stepped in to support her and Amarwen had no choice but to surrender her mother so that she could be assisted to a chair. "Alive," Halvarin answered and at that her mother sagged on her arm. There was no other reason to stand so heavily armed as this. "The Lord of Edholland, what is his fate?"Ī blunt question to be sure, but Amarwen saw little to be gained with diplomacy now. The tension mounted rapidly until Amarwen broke the silence. Instead, she stared at the Guild Master as if she somehow already sensed his tidings. Weighing, assessing.Īmarwen's mother did not say a word. "My Lady," his father intoned as they closed, his gaze steadily upon her mother. She could not tell what he thought as his eyes flickered over her and her mother. His expression was taut, carefully held blank. As well he might, given the many times he had been greeted in this hall as a guest and indeed a friend by her father. The Master of the Mariner's Guild spread his stance as they approached and had the decency to incline his head, barely. Osgiliath sacked by their own people.Īt their arrival, the men swung about and aside from two, Amarwen did not recognise them. She did saw smoke and blood on their garb, as though they had ridden hard from battle itself to come here. Hard travel stained their gear, and that was not all. All wore mail, some plate and no few weapons. There had to be at least ten of them all gathered.

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The first thing Amarwen noted was their number.

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The chamberlain nodded and, with a sigh, pushed open the doors to admit them into their hall.

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"I know who they are," her mother answered the Chamberlain, finding a store of steely resolve within even now. Amarwen would have, all the way to Osgiliath to demand justice and the return of her father. Their chamberlain met them at the doors to the great hall with pleading eyes, almost as if he was begging them to run. Guests did not pound on the doors and demand entry. Guests did not arrive swathed in armour and gripping their weapons, the stink of a sacked city still thick in their charred cloaks. For the men waiting within were hardly guests. The household staff were silent, fearful. She gathered her mother's hands in her own, "Then let us greet our guests."ĭown to the great hall they went, arm in arm. They needed to secure her father's release. "They are waiting," she said through it, voice strained.Īmarwen's first response was to let them wait longer still but that would not serve them well. Perhaps it would be enough to give those waiting below pause for thought. She had added her circlet, a clear symbol that she too was descended from a line of kings. She, too, had dressed formally to receive the men below. She was quivering like a leaf but her jaw was clenched. Her mother leaned into her daughter's embrace for a long moment and then collected herself up. This woman had always been Amarwen's haven in a storm. Amarwen rose to her feet and crossed her bedroom to take her mother into her arms. She was pale as a ghost and dreadfully afraid. Since the tidings had reached them in Edholland, her mother had not slept nor ate. In the mirror, Amarwen saw her mother slip through and she took her fears and her sorrow into a firm grip. And all of this by their own people.Īnd where was father? Alive? Dead? Prisoner and if so for how long? A chill ran through her blood and she shivered as a tap sounded at her door. The city itself sacked, its people fleeing for their lives. She had donned Edholland's colours too in a dress of rich gold velvet but Amarwen did not see any of this. Her hair had been brushed until its ebony lengths glowed and set into a high braid that fell over one shoulder to her waist. She stared at her reflection in the mirror.














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