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Chapter 13: In Humane.
The door opened to reveal the main kitchens of the manor. The cookery, huge to the point that it was almost the size of the small one story houses in the villages, consisted of long counters of polished blue stone. The cabins above and below the left counter were made up of fine panels of dark timbre. A large stone oven was embedded into the front wall just beside the few small hearths. Despite there still being some hours till the evening supper, huge pots were bubbling over the cracking flames. Popping sounds were heard as the condiments and spices cooked over the heated oil. Chefs were bustling about the kitchen making all the haste to finish the many dishes. The aroma of the food spread thickly in the air, the pungent smell of assorted peppers making my nose itch. My eyes swept through the large room taking in the details of the activities happening around me. A large pot bellied man was flattening the dough with all of his strength while shouting orders to the other hassled workers and checking the salt in the various dishes after small intervals. After tasting a dish extended towards him by a small bony man, his face turned into a grimace and he waved the extremely large roller in front of the poor man's face. The small man, who seemed to be in his fifties, listened to the roars with a defeated look on his face. The chef now red in the face, huffed and turned around sharply, taking note of our small company standing there. His face twisted into a look of repugnance at seeing the women. His narrowed eyes softened slightly as his gaze swept over the young girl. Then he turned towards me schooling his face into a slight smile. "A new maid," he drawled lightly and then turned away muttering something that suspiciously sounded like limited utility.
Before any of us could react to the rather irate welcome, the inner double doors on the front wall opened and a lady stepped into the room. Her erect spine, quaintly squared shoulders, folded hands and confident step seemed to alert everyone in the room of her presence. She was old, probably nearing her sixties but swished around the kitchen, checking and prevailing order as if in her immediate youth. Her long gown swayed around as she turned to face our little company. She seemed to consider us for a moment, her icy blue eyes darting over us. She looked imposing with dark graying hair parted in the middle and tied to the nape of her neck in the form of a loose bun. A black shawl covered her bosom and the ends were held regally in front of her. The only thing that seemed a miss was the absence of any jewelry, not even a delicate chain was present on her neck. Had it not been for the common gossip that our Lord was a widower, I would've thought her to be the lady of the manor.
The company dropped into a curtsy just as she turned around to face us and I followed after a moment of hesitation, coming to my senses the moment her eyes made contact with mine. I hoped that my stiff curtsy wasn't that noticeable as I was not used to such obeisance.
"Welcome back," she said stiffly and we straightened, "rest tonight, the coming day you will resume your posts; latest by the first light." Then she clapped her hands once as if signing some sort of silent contract. She turned around and moved to leave. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, glad that at least one person wasn't giving me unwelcome attention. She stopped near the door and inclined her head slightly towards us. "Follow me." We stared at her trying to gauge whom she was referring to. She gave a small impatient click of her tongue and continued forward calling over her shoulder, "I am addressing you, the new girl." After hearing my mention I froze for a moment and then scurried after her hastily, the heavy door shutting after me with a loud click, separating the kitchens from my scrambling eyes.
"You shall be serving Lady Brinielel as a reserve chamber maid until we find another," She looked at me sideways for a moment, "guileless arrangement. The rest of your duty shall be working for the chief cook." High Miss Terŕeila finished with a curt nod. I accompanied her walk till we reached the small basement quarters. She took out a bunch of heavy keys from the inside pocket of her silk gown and opened the lock to reveal a small single bedded room. A wooden cabinet was placed on the front wall beneath a tiny window which served for ventilation in the murky basement. The roof was low, as beneath this very house was probably the roof of some manor of the fifth level. "Rest now, you need to be assisting the Lady in her chambers four hours after sunrise. A maid shall bring you the dinner." My eyebrows quirked at that. A maid bringing another maid her food? Seemingly recognizing my confusion she lightly clarified, "Keep your leisure for today child, the coming morning shall not make the day easier for you." Miss Terŕeila gave me another fleeting look before turning on her heel and leaving me alone in the darkened room.
I stood staring at the door for a while and then sighed. My bag was still slung over my shoulder and I moved forward to dump it on the bed, a moment later flopping on the stiff mattress myself. I stared up at the ceiling, feeling too exhausted to move. If in California I had jet lag, here in Gondor I was feeling an extreme case of cart lag. The fact that I didn't exactly have a game plan at the moment turned my insides queasy with worry. I wanted to go to the library as soon as possible so that I could find my answers and leave this place by the earliest, which didn't seem entirely possible as the seventh level couldn't be accessed by any random maid especially not the old lore and scrolls. I had to do something auspicious enough to allow me access to the books but still I needed to stay under the radar lest someone finds out my true story. All the irrational fears I would've considered imprudent were now enough to make me sick. I remembered that in the early ages people burnt women accusing them of sorcery. What if something happened or I do something completely unethical according to their standards which would eventually lead to me being under fire.
I stood up abruptly, shaking off such mindless thoughts, after all we were taking about a world in which elves and hobbits existed. I zipped open my bag. It was probably better to arrange my things, hiding a few potential loop holes, before someone comes with my dinner and insists on helping me unpack. Picking up the sword bounded in a roll of thick leather I unwrapped it slowly. Without the thick bounding, the metal cover shined lightly in the dull lamp glow. The soft yet firm hilt felt sizable in my pale hands. I pushed at the scabbard revealing the gleaming silver of the sword. The soft click of steps stopped me from drawing the sword completely. Without a moment's hesitation I moved towards the cupboard, pulled the door open and laid the sword on the wood, covering the whole horizontal length with the leather. I closed the cupboard after making sure that it was all well hidden and padded over to the bed. The door was opened a few moments after a light knock. A woman, looking to be in her late forties, held a goodly tray. She nodded at me with a polite smile and proceeded to place the food on the mattress. Not like she had a better option due to the complete lack of other furniture in the room.
She turned to face me and placed a hand warmly on my arm "A pleasure meeting you, Miss Lanette". I nodded politely at her, silently waiting for her departure. But rather she grabbed my arm and dragged me to the bed. Assembling the bag she set it on floor and took its place. "You should eat before the stew grows cold, it shan't taste as well". I gave a small smile at her affectionate antics."Thank you." My voice was genuine. She patted my folded hands once and then gestured to the food."I shall stay until you're done, after all I am quite sure you cannot navigate your way about." I silently agreed. Without nothing better to say I scooped up the bowl of thick meat stew in my hands. Placing it on my lap, I took the wooden spoon and imbibed a large bite. I was already hungry after the tiring day of travel and after tasting the fantastic food I began eating with fervor. The meat was tender, the sort that seemed to melt into your very mouth, and easily breakable with the spoon. It was marinated well, the flavor coming in strong kicks. Rather than the light watery stew I had eaten in the past, this sauce was thick and spicy. Each bite made me crave for more. Somewhere in between the pleasurable eating I registered the presence of the woman once again. Not wishing to sound rude I commented, "It's delicious." Hoping that she'll understand where I was coming from. To my relief she gave a light chuckle and nodded in understanding. Her light brown eyes sparkled lightly in humor.
"Our chef is one of the best in Gondor;" she commented as I was eating the last of my food. "his cooking always leaves you wanting for more, even if his speech has quite the opposite effect." She added the last part as an afterthought. Her tone was light at the comment easily assuring that it was a joke.
I placed the dishes on the tray and wiped my hands on the napkin.
"Whom are you assigned to?" I looked up at her for a moment.
"I'll be working primarily with the chef but also as the reserve chamber maid for Lady Brinielel." At the lady's name her eyes turned somber, her smile dropping for barely a moment before she regained her composure. I wouldn't have noticed the small reaction of hers had I not been staring at her face at the moment. Unable to hide my curiosity, I furrowed my brow.
"Is there something I should know?"
She looked at me again with a smile, although this time it felt a little fake. Maybe I was imagining the change but every time someone hides a thing from someone, it is natural instinct to doubt that person."No, nothing of importance." She patted my hand again for reassurance. Then looking at my skeptical expression she sighed; "But it might still serve in your favor if you dedicate yourself more to the kitchen chores." I arched my right brow, willing her to elaborate.
"Lady Brineilel is a.. fine lady," That slight hesitation was quite noticeable, "the commanding lady of this manor. She tends to be quite demanding of her servants and doesn't take any mistake favorably". Maybe bossy was the term she was searching for. A long moment stretched between us.
"Have you served as a maid before?" I shook my head. She nodded, exhaling in a disappointed manner "Thought so."
"You aren't well versed in the workings of huge manors, a misunderstanding goes a long way, things sometimes get a bit petty, for the lack of better words. It does not serve in one's favor to do the random chores of your masters, no matter how committed one is." Petty chores? It started to sound too much like Medieval drama; which according to most TV series was an old form of the bachelor. Fights over better marriage options, over dresses and shoes and even God forbid the hand fans. "You look like a intelligent girl, I am confident that you understand what should always be placed as a priority." She said earnestly, a hard look in her previously humorous gaze. It made me wonder to what extent would this pettiness extend to for her to advise me like this. The lady got up and took the tray. She moved swiftly towards the door and stopped for a moment turning to look at me; "I shall be guiding you about the manor next morning, be ready in an hour after the dawn. I shall collect you from this room." I stood up myself and nodded at her politely, giving her a sincere smile I said "I thank you for the meal and the.. guidance, Miss-" I gazed at her expectantly.
"Anaŕiel."
"Miss Anaŕiel." I finished with a shy quirk of my lips. She laughed merrily and swatted her hand in my direction."Hush. It's no problem child, someone needs to guide a fresh mind as yours, now get some rest. Tomorrow won't come across as easy." And she left without further ado. Her steps casting a light sound in the otherwise quiet hallway. I moved quickly towards the door and peeked out towards her moving back.
"Goodnight!" I called after her. I was greeted by another laugh following a jovial Good night to you too! Before she vanished around the corner. The dark hallway suddenly felt too quiet. The only sound arose from the click of my door as I moved in to rest.
The dawn broke while I laid half awake atop my mattress. I was stressed out for the incoming day, that sort of stress when you have queasiness in the stomach and short intervals of heart pattering unfaithfully in the ribs. I slept fitfully, waking up constantly to look around startled and the flop back onto the bed once again. Needless to say by the time the dong sounded as our wake up call I was even more tired than the night before. I got up with a groan and fixed my hair into a reasonable bun, adjusting the few loose strands behind my ears. Changing my clothes I freshened up in the small bath at the end of the hallway and moved back to my room in case Anaŕiel decided to come down.
She arrival a few minutes later. Her long plain white skirt filtering about and the fluffed long sleeves of her shirt covering the base of her hands. She looked, for the lack of better term, proper. After the few greetings she clapped her hands once and dragged me off to the impending duties.
The day was long, dragged on and tiring mess. I got introduced to the chief chef, who after realizing the likeness of Anaŕiel decided that I wasn't that much of limited utility. Although what Anaŕiel said as a joke about his sharp tongue wasn't exactly a joke anymore. He was genius in his field; maybe that is why everyone seemed to overlook his sarcastic, mostly cutting, remarks. I was introduced to Lady Brinielel who was in our modern language one hot mess, the world-at-my-feet princess. What really was disturbing was the fact that she only acted that way in front of her servants; while in the front of all the proper people she was the completely innocent well bred lady.
Just like that my work in the household of Lord Dervorin started, in the form of a long tiring call.
"You think that the mess you have made is easy enough to be cleared up with an apology." Lady Brinielel's eyes were piercingly cold, making it seem that this matter was far more intense than just the spillage of wine on her dress. The poor maid shook visibly under such scrutiny, apologizing profusely for the mistake. The lady, previously inhabiting the plush sofa before the cracking fire place, stood up sharply, her luxurious margarita gown setting heavily around her legs. With a sharp swing of her hand she slapped the quivering maid.
I was standing a little sideways holding the ruined silk gown. Seeing her slap the maid caused my temper to flare abruptly, partially because I wasn't expecting that and it was sort of physical abuse and partially because I've had enough of Lady Brinielel bitching around the house, throwing her weight around even if we could do hundreds of times better without her. Without thought I made to move forward but a firm grip of Miss Anaŕiel pushed me backwards, her iron grip never leaving my upper arm. I looked at her out of irritation and she gave me another hard look while holding me in place. She then looked forward resolutely, whispering at me to straighten my expression. I exhaled a long breath trying to quench my anger. The scene before us wasn't exactly making it easier, the maid was now down on her knees, holding the lady's feet and sobbing pathetically. The lady kicked at her face and flicked her hand haughtily, a gesture for the other servants to kick her out. My spine tensed on its own accord. I raised my chin slightly, maybe as a show of defiance, but flinched back to my senses as Anaŕiel pinched my side and gave me a harsh glare which I reciprocated. Another maid came forward and grasped the sobbing girl by her arm and dragged her out of the room. There was a moment of tense silence. I wanted desperately to speak up, to put this girl back in her rightful place but having Anaŕiel by my side prevented me from stepping forward. I was told right into the first week that crossing her would mean my disregard in the whole of Minas Tirith and considering that I didn't want to cross her as much I wanted to punch her flat in the face, I was assured that such a folly could lead to imprisonment or even death in rare cases. The idea was ludicrous to me but with the sincere seriousness I was assured of it made me uncomfortable beyond measure. Then there was also the fact that if I take such a step it will also lead to a punishment for the ones who were given my duty; none other than Anaŕiel and Brilon; the chef. Even in my short stay of two weeks, I had come to like the motherly figure of Anaŕiel and the messy character that was Brilon. Them getting the heat for my folly was something I wanted to avoid as best as I could.
Sizing the moment Anaŕiel stepped forward taking the dress out of my hands. "M'lady I shall take care of the stains. The dress shall be placed in your closet as good as new." Her tone was polite with detectable hint of steel in it. Lady Brinielel raised her chin slightly, looking even more haughty than before. She flicked her hand and settled regally back in the chair. The maids moved in to do her hair as she was still in the process of getting ready. "It does not matter." Her chin was raised disdainfully "I was about to get rid of this." She waved her hand in dismissal. I looked at her incredulously, my eyes narrowing on their own accord. Anaŕiel walked towards the main door on my right and indicated at me to follow her. With another masked look I dropped into a small curtsy and followed her, muttering all the way under my breath.
I pressed my face against the cold stone wall, slumping down on the small wooden stool. The chefs bustled around me doing the last of their work after the evening meal. The dirty plates, which were not many, were being washed in the large sink. The left over food, huge in its quantity was being distributed to feed the rest of the manor. Slowly the kitchen emptied out and quietened. I groaned softly and massaged my temples, sighing with content as the headache thinned. I was done with my work and Anaŕiel had advised me to rest but as opposed to going to my room I had opted to stay here. The murky air of the dungeon didn't sit well with me and by this time of the night it grew extremely cold and devoid of any human company.
The winter was barely settling in. I was told that the summers here were extreme made even more so by the compressed walls of the city. The winter wasn't that cold as the closed structure of the city provided even a little bit of warmth against the cold biting winds but it felt extremely cold in my room. With no hearth or source of heat the room felt unbearable. Hence my reasoning to stay here in the kitchens, holed up a little sideways from the lightly burning flame of the hearth. The dark of the night had settled in long ago, with the midnight approaching in an hour most of the crowd had departed to their quarters. The main chef, Brilon was putting up some food on three plates. Anaŕiel came in a moment later. She looked at my disheveled self briefly and gave a small laugh before moving in to help Brilon in setting up our food on the large counter. They sat on opposites and I dragged my stool beside Anaŕiel to join them.
One thing that was good about our job was the food, the chefs and servants in the kitchen along with the main servants got to eat whatever the main chef cooked exclusively, which most of the time was something mouth watering. A basket on the left was filled with soft sesame bread. A large platter placed between us, half of it filled with roasted chicken and the rest with charred vegetables and creamy mashed potatoes. I picked up the lemonade jug and poured out three glasses for us before stacking a small mound of veges and potatoes in my plate. Anaŕiel took a large breast piece of the roast and placed half of it on my plate. I thanked her lightly and dug into the aromatic food. We ate in silence for most of the part. Brilon making a few comments here and there with Anaŕiel gossiping about Lady Brinielel's unjust disposal of the maid. I tensed faintly at hearing the story again, especially when Anaŕiel elaborated how foolishly I was going to tackle the problem and Brilon gave me a look of disappointment.
Later, we cleared out the table and washed our dishes, stacking them back into the cupboards. Brilon had made tea, and glad to get my favorite beverage after a long day of work I gladly settled back onto the stool. I sipped the tea, warmth spreading pleasurably through my body.
"Lass, I hope you know that your uncouth behavior won't be considered heroic in this manor." I gave him a long look, tilting my head to the side. "I'm aware Brilon," he nodded in satisfaction, "it doesn't mean that I like it."
"None of us do lass, but that is how it is; the servants don't talk back to the master no matter how are they treated." That made me feel sick to the stomach. I quenched my desire to give him a long lecture on freedom of speech, and sighed lightly into my tea. It didn't, matter if we were the servants who were paid for our work we would still be treated like slaves in this threshold. I was wallowing in pity when Miss Terŕiela decided to join us. She entered the kitchens with a commanding aura. Me and Brilon, Anaŕiel had departed, stood and bowed in respect. She ignored me and gave a small nod to the cook. Without further ado she explained her purpose.
"Master Brilon, you need not prepare food for Lord Dervorin shall be spending the day in Lord Steward's manor." She nodded once and turned to leave before pausing, "Do prepare for the evening tea as it is most probable that one of the Lords shall be joining him."
Brilon sat quietly for a while a slight frown marring his face.
"Who are 'The Lords'? I asked curiously, diverting his attention towards me. He contemplated the answer for a moment. "The highest rank is; of course the Lord Steward Denethor, he rules over Gond-"
"There isn't a king" I asked surprised, interrupting him mid sentence. He looked irritated and when he talked his tone was a bit snappy.
"No, the line of king ended long ago, now the house of stewards rule the land;" He paused for a moment before talking again, slightly unsure of the information he was now sharing, "though there are prophecies about the return of the king." I oohed, liking the suspense a bit more than I should have. Everything he was saying channeled my curiosity.
"What prophecies?" Now he gave me an withering glare. With an annoyed flicker of his hand he snapped.
"Ask someone who believes in them Lass! Do you want to know about the Lords or not?" I moved back a little at his irate behaviour, and then slumped over the counter, looking at him expectantly and silently willing him to continue. He sighed and shook his head lightly, but continued nonetheless.
"Next are his two sons, Lord Boromir and Lord Faramir, the most sought-after bachelors of Minas Tirith-no, the most sought-after bachelors of Gondor and rightfully so. Although Lord Boromir a little more than the other." I couldn't keep quiet for long, I didn't like the show the bachelor back home but now it seemed as though the whole 'ladies fighting for the prince charming' will be more than hilarious to see.
"Why?" I cocked a brow, my head nestled in my arms on the the counter.
"He is the war hero, the one who always leads the conquests, the Leader of warriors whereas Lord Faramir, although he leads his own battle armies, is more of an book-worm, an intellectual." and then adding a bit cheesiness he said, "and every woman likes a bit of muscle more than brain, doesn't she?" I straightened cynically at that, speaking before I realized the words being said.
"Of course not! Give me a smart intellectual over a pea brain muscle man any day!" My cheeks flared at the blunder. 'Pea brain, so authentic' I thought embarrassed. The chef registered my words slowly, his eyes widening at the comparison. Just when I thought that maybe I should apologize, he burst into loud guffaws, slapping his hands to his knees. I was startled for a moment but seeing his laughter gave a small embarrassed laugh. He wiped his eyes looking at me with much more likeness than before.
"Lord Boromir is not exactly Pea brain muscle man, he is an excellent strategist." I spluttered slightly then regaining a bit of my composure I crossed my arms,
"I didn't exactly talk about him, I was generalizing." It was his turn to look incredulous. He rolled his eyes for the effect.
"Ye' lass, you were talking about me." I chucked lightly at his sarcasm.
We sat in comfortable silence for a while as I sipped my cold tea. I asked him a while later, the curiosity from last two weeks gnawing at my insides.
"Lady Brinielel, isn't she too young to be the lady of the house? She's only in her late teens!" I groaned lightly, sick of my new Lady as I asked with little hope. "Isn't there an older sister or something?"
Brilon tensed at that, something that was easy to fathom. I raised an eyebrow. His brows creased, maybe he knew that there was no way I was going to let this slide.
"Lass, you should keep your mouth glued about what I am to tell you." That caught my attention. I leaned forwards on my elbows, nodding enthusiastically.
"Swear on my heart and hope to die." I added for an effect. Although the result was quite opposite as he stared at me as if I had grown horns. He shook his head, muttering under his breath.
"You are a strange lass," he said, staring straight at me as if it was the most normal thing in the world. "anyway, there is an older sister, Lady Cathiel, she resides in the house but" he coughed lightly, looking over towards the door to make sure that no one was listening in, " is more like a captive." My eyes shrunk in question. He gladly elaborated.
"She is in her late twenties and yet did not have the opportunity to marry someone of her status, her sister, who is in her prime and has a bright prospective future likes to harass her, her father is disappointed in her and doesn't talk to her, so now she basically lives as an outcast in the society and even her own house. She rarely comes out of her quarters, and has only two servants about her." My eyes grew wide at every piece of info. I snorted in disbelief, clapping my hands as if I understood his joke but when he remained dead serious I smashed my hands onto the table
"I- what? All just cause of a marriage! That's ludicrous." I ended waving my hands. He sat there staring at me calmly.
"It isn't ludicrous lass, it is what happens in the society every time a woman of class passes her prime."
"Than I deserve to be run down by a tractor!" I was too emotional to notice my use of English. Had I been looking at him, I would've noticed the question in his eyes.
"It is surely a pity," he said a moment later, getting up, "but nothing we can do to change it." Looking out of the window he made a colorful noise.
"Now now Lass, look at the time, we need to be off otherwise tomorrow will be even harder than it already is supposed to be."
"But why? She's still young!" I was still caught up in the information. He looked at me exasperated. He put his palms on my shoulder and dragged me to the door.
"Lass, whatever we feel is not going to change it. Go get some rest and don't think too much into it. Better not speak of it to anyone either, not even Miss Anaŕiel." I opened my mouth to speak but was cut off once again.
"Good night, Lass." He waved his hand and gestured at me to leave.
"Good night." I muttered lightly, frowning as I moved away from the door towards the room.
With my back to him, I failed to catch Brilon's corrugated look directed towards me.
I stacked the heap of laundered kitchen towels in the lower right cabin and got up with a muffled groan. I looked around as I stretched my arms over my head. Chefs and cooks sat on the last bench, chatting away. The aroma of hot piping tea and freshly baked cookies making my mouth water. I turned to leave, as I still had a lot of chores to do, but Brilon waved me over. I moved towards him expectantly, hoping that he offers me a cup of tea, that I was craving. He smirked lightly as if knowing what I want, and handed me a large tray of tea. The tray had quite the weight due to the assortment of cakes and cookies with pot of hot piping tea, cream and sugar. I groaned in annoyance and he gave me a small flick on the temple
"Now Lass! Take this to Lady Brinielel, she is expecting company."
I tensed lightly at the command, knowing very well that every time I went to serve her I was left as a boiling mess of rage. He gave me hard look, and tapped lightly on my elbow as a warning to stay pleasant.
I padded across the manor, reaching the quarters of Lady Brinielel. Balancing the tray on my hand and a few fingers I turned the knob of the main door lightly and pushed at the large oaken door with my shoulder. The door opened to reveal the huge living room. The large plush chairs and sofas arranged symmetrically around the glass table, the fire large fireplace cracking merrily although no one was present. The door to the bedroom was partially opened and voices sounded from the inside. They took turns in chatting, one was undeniably Èhara and the other being the Lady herself. I placed the tray on the table and massaged my wrists slowly. Then I began setting the table. My closeness to the door made the voices much clearer. For a moment I contemplated whether to inform them of my presence but decided against it. The more time I could spend not facing The lady, the better. I didn't mean to but unconsciously I started listening into their conversation.
"...the herb, it'll flatten the lady's stomach in a day!" Èhara's voice was loud with pleasure. Then a moment later she uttered a hasty apology, no doubt due to some glare from the lady. That made me pause for a moment. An herb that can flatten one's stomach in a day? It was laughable. I was placing the last of the plates on the table when Lady Brinielel's voice sounded, more serious than before
"Make sure that Lady Frinara gets the gift." Èhara made a noose of agreement and stepped outside, tensing when she saw me. Maybe it was the trick of light but for a moment her color seemed paler than before. I nodded at her and indicated to the food, "The chef said to tell him if the Lady needs anything else, I shall be leaving now." By now she seemed to have regained her composure and flickered her hand. I bit my tongue against a biting remark and turned on my heel to leave, thinking all the way that Èohere hadn't judged this woman well.
Later that noon I was leaning against the counter, sipping a hot mug of tea when Brilon found me. He disapproving gaze swept over me and he shook his head but joined me a moment later, equipped himself with a large mug of green tea. Even if he was the head chef, he wasn't that popular with the general public, especially due to his cutting remarks. We stood in silence for a while, enjoying our hot beverages in the cold air.
"Who is Lady Frinara?" I asked, looking at him sideways. He raised his brows lightly, "Why you ask lass?"
I shrugged my shoulders, "Nothing, really." He stared for a moment and then sighed lightly looking forward, "You're too curious for your own good." I straightened thinking maybe she was another outcast. As if realizing my thoughts he said, "It is not like that lass, she is a respectable lady, in her early twenties, wife to one of the best bachelors after the high Lords." I nodded in understanding, no wonder Lady Brinielel wanted to send her gifts. He looked at the wall, face covered in a frown, as if contemplating whether to share the next piece of information with me, "She'll hopefully be a mother by the start of spring." That was in four months, so it meant that she was five months pregnant. I smiled lightly and then placed my mug on the counter, moving to stack the bunch of plates in the cupboard.
Unconsciously I felt my mind drifting towards Lady Frinara and her friendship with Lady Brinielel. Suddenly I stopped short, my hand quavering in mid-air. I felt as though the air was knocked out of me. The herb, flattening stomach, a day, the pale expression of Ehara, the worried look of Brilon. Then I laughed a bit hysterically, I was overreacting, I must be. Lady Brinielel, no matter how much of a bastard she was would never harm a life, would she? My mind drifted back to my first conversation with Anarion. 'a misunderstanding goes a long way, things sometimes get a bit petty', I felt my throat constricting. I got up and located Brilon, leaving my work in the midst. Moving swiftly towards him I grabbed his arm and dragged him to the farthest corner, his protests died down when he saw my serious expression. "Is Lady Frinara some sort of enemy to Lady Brinielel?" He nodded hesitantly, confirming my worst fears. "Lady Frinara married the Lord she had her eyes on, she was not very pleased with their marriage and after the news of the lady's pregnancy..." He trailed off after seeing my troubled expression and flinched when I grabbed his wrists. "Is there a doctor...a person who sells medicine near here?" He nodded startled, "Yes there is one on the third level, but Lass-" I cursed at hearing that. I had no time to waste. "At which level is the house of Lady Frinara?" "At the fifth level, the blue stone manor, hard to overlook, but what-" He stopped abruptly as if realizing what I was hinting at. My next sentence was of plea, "Cover for me Brilon, I have no time to waste. Just hope that I am not too late." He nodded seriously, before he could say anything, I was already moving out of the kitchen and towards the main gate. The guard looked surprised but didn't stop me as mostly maids and servants had to go out of the manor for their chores. Just as I was out of the sight of the guard I broke into a sprint. I don't think that I've ever run so pathetically. I ran and then slowed down into a jog and then ran again until I reached the end of the fourth level. I was a panting horribly and had I not been so caught up in the possibility of the death of the small life in lady Frinara's tummy, i would've noticed all the looks and pointing, but at that moment, with my feelings as a doctor on the line, I didn't give a damn. I leaned against the wall and walked out of the fourth level gates. Holding my hand dismissively as one of the guards moved forwards to help me. I moved into he bazaar, looking around for the shop. I asked a few passers-by and they pointed the directions. I thanked them genuinely and moved towards the location as fast as my legs could carry me. Inside the shop an old withering man sat, a set of spectacles balanced on the tip of his nose as he took in my disheveled appearance.
"Do you have a medicine to kill a growing baby?" I asked, not knowing the word for abortion. "He looked surprised, " I do Lady but-" "I want a medicine that prevents that" I cut across him urgently. He stood up and rummaged through a few cabinets as I tapped my foot impatiently. After what seemed like ages he came forth with a small bottle of potion. "10 silver, lass." That was when I realized the error of my ways. I had brought no money. I nearly choked up and started crying right then and there. But I steeled myself, reminding that the life of a kid depended on what happens now. "I don't have the money, but I'll pay you as early as tomorrow, I promise!" He faltered visibly, "Lass...I cannot-" "A child's life is on the line!" and then inhaling quickly, "sign a contract or anything you want, but please give me the medicine." At his hesitation, I nearly screamed, "You're a healer, for God's sake!" He furrowed his brow and then handed the bottle to me, "Remember, by the first light!" I was startled into silence, a second later I started thanking him profusely, bowing a few times.
"What are you waiting for, Lass!"
I turned and sprinted.
The blue stone manor wasn't hard to find, I had it preserved in my memory from when I first came to Minas Tirith. I got past the guard easily enough, saying that I brought something from Lady Brinielel, he gave a lightly suspicious look at my tattered appearance but let me in. I navigated to the kitchen doors, all the manors seemed to have their kitchen in the back. Without hesitation I opened the door and stepped in. The activity in the kitchen stopped at my arrival. Squaring my shoulders and standing at my full height I called out authoritatively, "Who can take me to Lady Frinara?" They looked around, gobsmacked. "It isn't the time for those looks," I let the urgency seep into my voice, "your lady might be in danger!" Just on cue a maid burst into the kitchens, sobbing hysterically. "The lady-she-she's poisoned!" I cursed loudly and the kitchen burst into activity. In the mayhem I found myself being taken to the Lady's chamber. I entered and moved towards the bed she was laying on, a fever was coming, her body racking with quivers. The maid on her side tried to stop me but with one hard glare she stepped aside. "The lamp!" I ordered and it was brought near us. I opened the eyes, which were growing yellow due to toxins, her mouth was becoming more dry with time. "Is there something that can make her puke all the contents of her stomach." I turned to look at the maid fully, she nodded with a jerk and fled out of the room. I could've pressed the stomach had she not been pregnant. For the time being I took hold of the wet towel pressing it to her warm face. I was feeling dizzy myself, totally lost without proper medicine or equipment but I took in a long breath and held my ground. 'Even if I can't I have to try.' I gulped down the emotions. The maid returned a moment later giving a jumbled explanation, "Mix with water prevents the girls from accumulation of fat." In simple words, a medicine to cause bulimia, just fantastic! I mixed a huge spoonful of powder into water and forced it down her throat, the maid moved forward with a small bin. Sure as sun the lady moved to sit up a moment later and puked her guts out. I wiped her face after she collapsed once more and was unconscious in a moment. "Would she have thrown it out?" the maid asked choking up at the end. "We can only hope so." I gave a firm reply, then proceeded to take out the bottle of medicine and give it to her with a bit of water. I sighed as I closed the bottle. The initial adrenaline had washed off, now I realized that there was nothing I could do except for checking for her condition. I felt a little hopeless but stubbornly kept telling myself that it will work. I wiped her skin for a long time hoping to calm down the fever. I felt her forehead and was relieved to see it work even the slightest bit. I was so preoccupied that i did not realize the commotion outside. The door opened loudly and startled me out of my reverie. A tall, handsome man stepped into the room, his expression taught with worry. I stood up and moved away, knowing that this man must be the husband. He sat down beside her and took her pale hands in his palms. I was about to move out of the room when his voice stopped me. "Will she wake up?" I stopped considering the answer for a moment. Truly, I wasn't sure, she might if the toxin was removed during the puking and she might not if the toxin was digested. I was hopeful that she will, the purple poison in her puke was an indication that the poison wasn't digested yet but as for the baby... Looking back at the slumped back of the man, who like all the other lords must have never let his spine curve like that in front of a measly maid, I felt something akin to pity. I schooled my expression and made sure that my voice didn't betray my boiling emotions, "M'lord, I am hopeful. Did you bring any healers?" He nodded weakly, turning his head away from his wife for a moment. "Then come out my lord, it is better that the healers look at her as soon as possible." He looked like he wanted to argue but backed down a bit when he registered that he might just be a hindrance. He got heavily off the bed and moved out of the door, I followed closely behind him and the healers moved in as soon as we stepped out. The next ten minutes were tense. The Lord moved to and fro in anxiety and the tense servants following him with his eyes as if he might burst right there. The healers came out slowly, moving to stand in front of the Lord.
"It would have been dangerous had it not been for the quick action by the Lady," they gestured towards me and I leaned back sighing contently, knowing from experience that such a sentence was followed by good news, "The lady and the child are alright, a little weak but alive nonetheless." Anyone could see the tense atmosphere lifting. The servants gave cheerful whoops and the lord leaned against the wall in relief. "We shall give her a few medicines and then you can meet her." They clarified and moved into the room.
There was silence for a moment before the Lord came to face me. I bowed lightly, considering his rank. "How can I thank you, m'lady?" I looked at him and shrugged, "there's nothing to thank me about, it was the right thing to do." and then my gaze fell on the night's sky outside and the colour drained from my face, "I hope that the lady gets well but I really need to go m'lord." He nodded, his expression understanding, "I heard from the servants, and know who is behind this," in the lamplight his eyes looked positively murderous, "I will be meeting with Lord Dervorin after I see my wife, and I shall talk about your good deed too." He ended as an afterthought. I nodded hastily and moved towards the main door, the servants parting to let me be. Just as I placed my hand on the knob to open it, the Lord addressed me,
"Lady..." he stopped looking at me expectantly, "Lanette",
"Lady Lanette, I am in your debt, there is nothing I can thank you with but I hope you still accept my sincerest feelings." He said and after a moment's hesitation gave a polite bow. All of his servants followed him immediately. My cheeks flared lightly, and I waved my hand awkwardly, saying a polite "There's no need." before leaving.
I took my time in reaching the manor, dreading what would befall me after crossing Lady Brinielel. But if something like this happened again i was hundred percent sure that I would be doing the same. That small moment of sincerest thanks on the faces of the household left me feeling as if I was in California once more, just coming out of the operation theater to tell them the good news. That little moment made me realize how much I really missed my old life.
I entered the kitchens. The hustle abruptly died down as all of the staff stood staring. My eyes met with Brilon who had a dejected look on his face. I gulped, realizing that Lady Brinielel already knew of the stunt I pulled. Èhara took that moment to come into the kitchen. She wouldn't meet my eyes but informed me that Lady wanted to meet me at this instant. I followed silently, the slumped shoulders of the lord, the quavering body of the Lady, the pale and stricken looks of the maids filling me with quiet rage. I barely masked my trembling lip and angry red eyes. The Lady was sitting on the same posh sofa as before. She stood sharply as I came in and with a few quick steps reached me, her expression one of controlled rage. I let out my own hot white rage into my face. When she spoke her voice was exceeding in octaves.
"How dare you cross me maid! Do you realize that those who take me as their enemy don't survive here, especially not a lowly kitchen maid as you." She moved even closer, her next word spitting on my face, "You think that your heroics will be sung here, no wench, I will make sure that you pay what you deserve." I was already reaching my breaking point with her and this spit was just setting fire to my already boiling rage. I squared my shoulders and straightened my spine, when I spoke my voice was that of cold, threatening anger, "I don't care what you do, wench. I have never liked bullies and you're just going over board. I don't care how many times you act like a whiny bastard doing your petty crimes, let it be a hundred or let it be a thousand, I will always stand in your damn way!" I finished angrily.
Before I could move further I felt the stinging sharpness of a slap on my cheek, my face moving sideways. Before she brought down her other hand I grabbed her wrist and squeezed hard, "Do not even!" My tone contained a harsh warning.
Our fight was broken when Lord Dervorin decided to join us. With commanding authority he ordered him to be left alone with his daughter. With another withering look at each other , I let her wrist go and moved out without even a curtsy to the lord. "Miss Lanette," he addressed me, his dark eyes boring into mine, "I am going to have a word with you too, wait in my study." With a curt nod I departed, leaving the messed up family to straighten their values.
Anaŕiel joined me in the walk to the study. The study was on the base floor right wing so we had to pass through a large number of hallways. People constantly stopped to mutter behind their hands and stare. The news of my fight had already spread. Anaŕiel walked beside me in silence, not once telling me that I had had done something stupid. Her right hand was lightly placed on my elbow as she steered me towards the destination. Unable to take the silence anymore I said, "Anaŕiel, you told me the first day that I need to know when to stop and I-"
"I know child." Her gaze was soft, "You're foolish but brave for taking such a risk. I'm proud that I was the one who got your duty." She cupped my face with motherly affection and shooed me into the study, herself standing outside. I blinked back the tears that threatened to fall, the stay in Gondor was turning out too taxing for me to bear. I looked outside the window, willing my emotions to calm down.
A long hour passed before Lord Dervorin stepped into the study. I had been leaning against the wall and straightened once he arrived. He gave me a fleeting look and sat on the main chair behind the table, looking every bit imposing with his regal clothing and mannerisms. He stared me down for a while. I thought to back down, but stood my ground knowing that things might be worse if they get hold of my fear.
"I heard the tale from Lord Rameron, Why did you do that?" That was unexpected, I was steeling myself for bashing and yet...
His eyes betrayed no emotion. I furrowed my brow.
"I knew what was about to happen, I couldn't possibly have stood aside and let it unfold." He leaned on his elbows, looking at me straight in the eyes.
"It had no relation to you so why?" I spluttered for a moment.
"It- because it was inhumane!" My voice was rising in its pitch. I inhaled sharply and clasped my hands.
"I don't care if you punish me or kick me out but I will stand by the fact that I was- I am right." My voice caught in my throat. He stared for another long moment. His gaze gauging my expression and then he straightened.
"Your punishment won't be kicking you out, you have made an enemy of my daughter and for that you are going to suffer by her hands. I will have it so you still work in my house-"
"No." He looked startled for a fleeting moment before masking his emotions.
"No?" He asked for confirmation.
"I'll put it bluntly m'lord, I don't have a death wish." I said slowly. His eyebrows were raised by now. A moment later he broke into a large smile, an amused chuckle escaping his lips.
"A strange maid you are Lady Lanette." There was a small spark of humor in his eyes. My mouth curled into a smirk.
"It is even stranger that you call a maid a lady." My tone was light. He turned serious again and clasping his hands on the desk.
"I believe that ranks are not born into but earned." I couldn't help but let the sarcasm slip.
"Quite different you are from your daughter." A moment later I realized the error of my words. No matter what, Lord Dervorin was still essentially a lord.
"Sorry" I mumbled. This time he let his emotions slip into the facade. Suddenly he looked years older than before. His sigh was one of a tired man, the one on whom the world has never been kind. He rubbed a hand on his face dragging it through his small beard.
"No, Lady Lanette, you speak the truth. Even if I am the father, it hurts me to admit that my daughter has fallen too low." I stood still, not knowing what to say. He continued at my silence. His gaze one of a plead.
"And as a father I ask you to remain working here, not as a maid, but a Lady companion of my eldest daughter, Cathiel, I am certain you have already heard the rumors." How can I say no when he had asked me so sincerely? I groaned in audibly.
"I do but why?" I dead panned.
"She is the elder of my two daughters, the society has forsaken her and she has withdrawn from me, as a father it hurts me plainly." I was still skeptical.
"I'm sorry but where do I fit in here?" He looked straight into my eyes and said with confidence that surprised even myself.
"I feel as though my daughter has much to learn from you."
"I can't-" My protests died on my tongue as he called in Miss Anaŕiel.
"Lady Anaŕiel, I have decided on her post, please help her in settling." she wasn't fortunate enough in hiding her startled expression.
"Post, M'lord." He nodded.
"As the Lady companion of Cathiel." Anaŕiel opened and closed her mouth twice, looking totally lost. The male servant of Lord Dervorin's quarters inturrupted us mid conversation. He gave an apologetic look towards us. He bowed swiftly, talking mid-bow,
"M'lord, Lord Boromir is here to see you." That seemed to change the atmosphere real quick. Lord Dervorin stood up and clasped his hands in the front. His previously slouched expression turning into a regal one. He flicked his hand at the servant, raising his chin,
"What are you waiting for? Send him in." he looked at Anaŕiel, "Prepare refreshments." She gave a small curtsy.
"Yes, m'lord." Then placing a hand on my elbow she whispered with urgency,
"Stand to the side." and we did, standing side ways so we can make our escape just after the Lord enters.
Lord Boromir came in with a definite aura. His shoulders set yet loose, hand clasped to the back, head held high. His royal blue embroidered over shirt, showed off his majestic upbringing yet the taught muscles, visible lightly under his clothes, and the calm yet bold gaze with which he took in his surroundings spoke of the warrior in him. One can tell why he was a sought after bachelor. Aside from his rank and repute, his finely chiseled features could surely be considered handsome. His dark hair falling a little above his shoulders moved lightly at his nod. His silver eyes took in every crook and corner of the study in one calculating look, then his eyes fell on us. Anaŕiel bowed immediately and I seeing someone of such high class for the first time and still being effected by the recent events returned his gaze confidently until both the other parties spoke simultaneously,
"Welcome Lord Boromir, please have a seat." Lord Dervorin extended his arms to greet the man. A polite smile on both of their faces.
"Come on there's work to be done." Anaŕiel touched my elbow and broke me out of the trance. Giving a hasty curtsy, I turned to follow her.
This encounter, although little it was, will come to both of us as a significant moment later in our lives but for now, in the hurricane of today's activities, I felt it the easiest to forget about the silver gaze of one lord Boromir.
To be continued...