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Sometimes, Cor thought, Corins anger could get away from him. To be fair his brother was working on it, but punching a diplomat was really not the best way to go about anything. To be sure the diplomat was very provoking, but the correct response to the phrase "The Tisroc, may he live forever, is a very busy man, and must be respected." Was never "Respect? Respect this" followed by a box round the head. Despite how many times said diplomat had already uttered the phrase.
Calormen diplomats were never a pleasure to deal with at the best of times, and when you are currently in Tashbaan, and grossly outnumbered, and a member of your party has just punched said diplomat, they tend to get even worse. Hence the reason Corin was now sitting in a cell. Just like the last time he had been in Tashbaan.
When Cor got out of this mess and dragged his brother back to Anvard, he was going to suggest to his father that Corin be left out of any future trips to Tashbaan. For the sake of his own sanity if nothing else.
"Corin... I say this with all the brotherly love I can possibly summon, you are a fool. You are lucky that you are a prince. If a citizen of Tashbaan had done that it would be the last thing they ever did."
"I'm sorry Cor- I know I'm too hot headed. I know there will be consequences for this, and I beg of the Lion that they will only fall on me. I could not bear it if Archenland was to suffer for my mistake."
Cor smiled at his brother through the bars. "You should thank Aslan that the Tisroc is in a forgiving mood. There is no consequence for you, other than having to spend a night in here that is. Since we were always due to leave tomorrow I wore them down to accepting that. I may have been raised a fisherman's boy in Calormen, but I still have a better understanding on how these politics work than many others in our party".
"A night in here? Is that all? That's barely consequence at all."
"Would you prefer longer? I'm sure father wouldn't mind continuing the sentence at home."
"No dear brother, I'm sure one night in here will adequately teach me my lesson."
Cor snickered, Aravis had told him that he sounded like Bree when he did that. He wasn't sure how to take that. "Well, I was told that it gets quite cold down here at night, so I brought you a change of warmer cloths. Had me your other ones quickly and I'll take them with me back up. If I'm here too much longer the guard will think I'm freeing you or something equally foolish."
"Of course brother, but you'll have to give me those ones first."
As Cor was walking away from the cell, hearing Corin murmuring to himself that the punishment was awfully lenient for Calormen, he couldn't help but smile. He had never been more grateful that Corin hadn't been listening in the lecture that they had been given about Calormen before they came.
The punishment for striking a member of the Tisrocs court. Death for the lower class and eighty lashes for those of higher class. No matter if they were a prince or not. Well, Corin had never been whipped in his life; Cor knew that shocks like that could have a terrible effect on the body. Himself on the other hand. Well, he had Corin were identical twins after all. The only reasons anyone in Calormen could tell them apart were their clothes and personalities. He had the clothes, and it was quite easy to act like Corin.
He would spare his brother all the pain he could in life. He was older after all. If only by twenty minutes.