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"Don't let it be forgot
That once there was a spot
For one brief shining moment…"
That was Ferelden
Ruled by King Maric the Savior
Camelot – Lerner and Lowe
CHAPTER 36: TRAVELS THROUGH THEDAS
9:26 Dragon === Loghain Mac Tir
Loghain left Denerim with no fanfare on the second of Haring, the final month of 9:25 Dragon. The Mabari Rampant, a Royal Navy caravel, sailed with the morning tide. An unmarked, closed carriage delivered Loghain to the dock. Anora remained in the carriage until the Mabari became a speck on the horizon, then returned to the Palace and Cailan. She remembered feeling alone at times in her life, but never as alone as she did that morning.
On board ship, Loghain settled into his cabin in the rear castle of the caravel. Captain Cranagh offered his cabin, but Loghain refused. The Mabari had been the flagship of the Ferelden fleet before the Demelza, so it included additional accommodations for guests. Loghain took one of the guest cabins. His cabin held a bunk, a table that folded down from the wall when needed and his sea chest. A washstand, clothes hooks on the wall, covered sconces for candles and a shelf completed the furnishings in the narrow compartment.
A week before the sailing date, Loghain discussed with Captain Cranagh and his navigator, Marcus, which maps and charts would be needed for an extended voyage north. Then he had searched the Palace library and Naval Headquarters for any maps or charts he thought might be of use. Loghain set the map cases on the shelf, securing them with straps so they would not fall off in rough seas. The rest of his belongings remained in the sea chest, organized into boxes and bundles for easy access.
Happenstance joined him in his cabin. Hap had weathered a few trial voyages, including one to Gwaren as a young pup. Anora insisted Hap would be terribly unhappy if left behind and insisted he go along. Loghain thought perhaps she projected her own misgivings onto Hap, but decided not to voice those thoughts. An extra blanket on the floor would suffice as a bed for the mabari.
A curtained alcove in the passageway between Loghain's cabin and the captain's quarters provided sleeping space for Gruffydd, his squire. Gruffydd had boarded the day before to ensure Loghain's belongings were loaded and stowed properly. He was another sore point. Anora had suggested Loghain bring Alistair on the trip, as his squire. Loghain had thought that a splendid idea. Cailan had vetoed it immediately, saying Alistair was safer at Dragon's Peak.
"What! Take my half-brother to search for our father! You want me to go to the Chantry and convince them to let him go, but not acknowledge him. Which one of them will take my throne when you return?"
"Cailan, you would tell the Chantry, not ask. This is your decision. They cannot hold Alistair." Loghain replied.
"No? He's training as a templar. They don't let templars just leave. And I can't order the Grand Cleric to do anything."
"The agreement King Maric made with her makes it your decision. It clearly gives the king the right to determine Alistair's future, not the Chantry."
"Fine. I determine he will stay where he is until I decide to acknowledge him."
"Cailan, I don't understand," Anora said quietly, motioning to Loghain to keep silent. "You wanted Alistair acknowledged. You were angry with King Maric for not doing so. Now you seem to think he threatens you. What changed?"
"Father died."
"But-"
"-if he had been acknowledged already, it would be clear that I was father's choice for king, not Alistair. Alistair would have a position, perhaps as squire to you, Loghain, or some other noble. And a future in the army. Now, who knows what the disaffected banns would do. They supported Cousland. Maybe they would support Alistair next year at the Landsmeet. They might agree to acknowledge him and then put him forward."
"Cailan, the banns supported Teyrn Cousland in part because of age and experience; and in part because everyone was shocked and fearful when King Maric disappeared. They are no longer so fearful. You're proving yourself as king. Not to mention, Alistair has no experience. He's sixteen. He's only qualified to be a soldier. Isn't that quite different?"
"Eamon suggests I wait. Get through a few Landsmeets successfully, then think about Alistair, who as you point out is only sixteen, and should be in school. Even Teagan thought it best to leave Alistair where he is for the present. I agree. Now can we talk about something else besides my half-brother?"
Nothing Anora or Loghain said would change Cailan's mind. Given his growing anger at their suggestions, Anora and Loghain decided Alistair would have to stay at Dragon's Peak for the time being.
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Captain Cranagh and Loghain stood at the map table in the captain's cabin.
"I want to start our search at Alamar and Brandel's Reach. A wreck off the Amaranthine mainland would have been reported, but I'm not so sure about the islands. We'll circle both and send the lighter ashore to search any beaches."
"You realize, Your Grace, that such a search will take time. Is that how you plan to proceed all the way to Wycombe?"
"That's how I plan to proceed all the way to the Void and back if necessary."
"I see. Well then, we are in for a long voyage. Do you plan to enter ports to resupply and refit?"
"I plan to visit every major port, to see what there is to learn."
"So, the guard you brought with you, they will assist you in this search? I noticed they wear civilian armor."
"Yes. They can blend in as mercenaries. I'll conduct the 'official' inquires while they see what rumors can be unearthed in less savory locations. It's possible the Demelza foundered at sea, but it's more likely she was attacked, and captured or sunk. We'll look for sightings as well as signs of a wreck."
"I see. Perhaps I can offer a few of my crew to assist. I've done the same on voyages to Orlais with the la…with King Maric."
Loghain smiled. "By all means, Cranagh, I welcome experienced informers. And sailors will know the dock area better than my soldiers will. Perhaps we can pair them up. Might ease relations between them as well."
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The Mabari Rampant proceeded to search the Fereldan Islands until well past First Day of 9:26 Dragon. Once satisfied they had exhausted all possibilities, Loghain moved their search to the coast of the Free Marches between Ostwick and Kirkwall. By mid Guardian, they made port in Ostwick, having found nothing.
From Ostwick, they headed up the coast to Hercinia, then out to sea to investigate Estwatch. The denizens of Estwatch were less than pleased to see a Fereldan naval vessel heave to just outside the harbor. As an unofficial stronghold of the Felicisima Armada, the access to the harbor was controlled. The Mabari waited for the harbormaster to contact them. It did not take long for a lighter carrying the harbormaster, to arrive on their port side, where a boarding ladder hung.
"You've a reason to approach, Fereldan?"
"Ay, we do. We're searching for a Fereldan ship. We would gladly negotiate for any information you might have."
"Anyone in particular you seek?"
"I've worked with Captain Isabela in the past. I think she calls herself the Queen of the Eastern Seas."
"What makes you think she's here?"
"We sighted the Siren's Call a few days ago heading in this direction."
"And the ship you seek?"
"We'll discuss that with Isabela. And no, we do not think she took it. We seek information only."
Realization dawned on the Harbormaster's face. "The Demelza? Is that the ship you seek? The ship that was lost with your King? You think it's here?"
Loghain stepped up to the rail. "No, but we think if any rumors of the Demelza's fate are known, they would be known here."
"Negotiate, huh? What's to stop us from simply taking your ship?"
"Nothing, if you care to expend enough men and ships to defeat us," Loghain replied. "I can also assure you any agreements, official or otherwise, between Fereldan and a member or members of the Felisicima Armada will end with the taking of the Mabari."
"And if one of us took the Demelza?"
"Then, I suspect, there would be a ransom request for the King and officials. Unless it was done for hire. In which case, as I said, we will negotiate for information."
"I'll tell Isabela you seek her. Is there a name I should use?"
"Tell her Ser Gwaren wants to talk."
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"So, sweet thing, you're searching for your late king?" Isabela agreed to meet Loghain on her ship. The Mabari's lighter had delivered him to the Siren's Call, which lay at anchor in the Estwatch harbor.
"I'm hoping he's not 'late.' "
"And what do you want from me, Ser…Gwaren?" Isabela smirked as she said his name. She placed two glasses of whiskey on the table and sat opposite him.
"Help. I can't search quietly. You can. I will continue with my very visible search along the Demelza's route. If you agree, you will enquire about the Demelza, quietly, as you go about your normal business. We'll meet in Llomerynn at the end of Cloudreach and, depending on what we find, decide if our partnership should continue," Loghain put a pouch of coins on the table between them. "There will be more in Llomerynn."
"Depending on what I find?"
"Only in part. A bonus if you find anything useful."
"Hmmm. This could cause me trouble, you know, Ser Gwaren."
"Only if you're careless. You're curious. No one will find it unusual if you ask questions about the missing Fereldan King or his ship. I'm not asking you to rescue him, just find out if the Demelza or a ship resembling her has been sighted and where." Loghain rubbed his neck. "It's possible the Demelza was captured, all aboard killed and the ship taken over by the attackers. Or most killed and the king and his companions made prisoners. Tracking the Demelza may lead to nothing, but I must try."
"And you search for what, kitten, wreckage?"
"Answers, but yes, wreckage too or sightings. In a remote spot, wreckage might have been missed. Or rumors, in the ports we visit."
Isabela stood, leaned over the table, grinning, to take the coin pouch, leaving Loghain with no doubt about her attributes. "I doubt that any place along the eastern shore of the Free Marches is that remote."
What coast would be?"
"Some of the coast along Rialto Bay, the east coast of Rivain, or the islands off Seheron. Other shores, even farther afield. There are unknown shores across the Sea and beyond Par Vollen where few dare sail."
"I'll keep that in mind. Thank you." Loghain drank the last of his whiskey and stood to leave.
"Sure you won't stay for supper? I can have it served here for just the two of us?"
"I'll see you Llomerynn in a month."
Isabela watched his retreating back. Pity, sweet thing. You're definitely a man I'd like to know better.
9:26 Dragon === Melysande Cousland
9:26 Dragon Nevarra City
Dear Mum,
I know, I've been remiss in not writing sooner, but preparing for the Minanter trip has kept Kai and me quite busy.
This is possibly the most exciting thing I've ever done. Only my trip to the Blasted Hills can compare with a Minanter River journey. Cousin Sam expects the trip to take ten to twelve weeks, including the stops along the way. We'll visit Hasmal, Tantervale, and Starkhaven. Staying at the Haris compound won't be like our visit to the Vael cousins, I suspect. From Starkhaven we go to Ansburg and finally, Bastion on Rialto Bay. We'll take ship there and sail to Antiva City.
Right now, we are in Nevarra City. From here, we take a smaller boat to the docks by the great Imperial Highway Bridge. Our galley and barge are too large to 'shoot the arches' of the bridge, so the barge and galley await us to the east of the Highway. The larger vessels, which trade down the river to the Amaranthine Ocean, dock to the east; those that trade with Nevarra City and Hunter Fell up river dock to the west. Caravans take goods north to Tevinter and south to Cumberland. Wagons took our trade goods directly to the barge from the Haris Manor, while we went to Nevarra City.
Two troops of Hrothgar's Wrath will shadow our progress from the River Road as we sail down river. A good road I'm told, although not as well maintained as the Imperial Highway. Lieutenant Ernst said it is graded and patrolled from its start in Hunter Fell all the way to Wycombe. The Wrath should be able to keep up with our progress on the river.
I think you said, when we traveled to the Blasted Hills, that you had never been to Nevarra City. I have, but only briefly, so I am not missing this chance to explore. Unlike Cumberland, Nevarra City shows far less Orlesian influence, although many wear masks. Here the wearing of masks and head coverings provides practical protection from the sun and the windstorms blowing in off the Silent Plains. I prefer wearing a silk headscarf and my partial silk or chain masks to the heavier full-face ones. The chain masks are lined with silk, so even if they get warm from the sun, they don't burn my face. The other option is to wrap the headscarf around my mouth and nose leaving only my eyes showing. Many do that here when the dust storms strike.
Kai and I found some lovely silk trousers and tunics in the market. The trousers are quite loose. The tunics are long, almost to the knee. I like to wear mine belted with a sash and narrow leather belts, but many do not. Kai claims leaving the trousers and tunic loose is cooler. We also found quilted silk jerkins, which hang to mid-thigh.
I'm afraid I bought several complete outfits for me and the same for Kai. The colors, deep golds, soft yellows, a gorgeous mossy green, an almost Cousland blue, a rich purple and deep red were irresistible. The golds, yellows and greens looked wonderful on Kai with her auburn hair and fair complexion. I chose the mossy green, blue, purple and deep red for me. Each outfit has a matching long scarf, which covers face and head if needed. We make quite the colorful pair. We should be comfortable on board our galley, the Emerald Queen.
After we shopped , we explored the old city, with its mix of clay brick, half-timber and stone buildings set along winding streets. Canals run through town, fed by the Minanter. Small squares abound, each with a fountain or pool and trees to provide a cool retreat for the surrounding homes. There is a wall, of course. One around the old city and a second farther out, around the newer districts.
The old city contains all the public buildings. Nevarra's ancient university and library abut the old wall on its east side. The Circle 0f Magi Tower lies near the old wall on the west side. The inhabitants of the two do not intermingle, except in the Chantry, which lies in the city center adjacent to the Old Palace. While still used by the Pentaghast rulers, the palace is called 'old' when compared to the newer golden roofed palace in Cumberland. Nevarran rulers divide their time between the two, as you probably know.
The necropolis lies outside the new wall to the southwest well away from the river. Larger and far older than Cumberland's necropolis, parts of it are in disrepair. When a family dies out no one maintains their mausoleum, which then decays. The abandoned mausoleum becomes a prime target for looters, a safe haven for bandits, and a potential threat should the 'inhabitants' reanimate. Just as in Cumberland, touring the necropolis is a favorite pastime for visitors, in spite of the threat of undead attacks. Here guides advise carrying arms against an attack by bandits, undead or both. Nighttime visits are particularly dangerous. Before you worry, we did not visit. Kai talked me out of it, as we have seen the necropolis in Cumberland and this could not be that different. Well, except for the undead.
I promise to send another letter when we reach a Haris compound in one of the down river cities. Please know I am fine. Coming here was the best thing for me. I'm busy and have a purpose. I do miss all of you, but I am better here.
Give my love to all and a special hug to Oren. Sherpa, so far, has enjoyed all our adventures. Kai sends her hellos as well. She looks quite fetching in her gold silk today. Now she's frowning at me, but she still looks lovely.
Love, Lys.
Lys grinned at Kai.
"What did you say about me beyond, hello?"
"Only that you look lovely today. That color suits you perfectly."
Kai crossed her arms. "I'd feel better in armor, but at least these are loose enough to wear our gambesons underneath. And your idea to slit the pockets so we can reach our daggers works quite well."
"And, my belts give me a place to put throwing daggers under the jerkin."
"Hadn't thought of that. Very clever, My Lady. I suppose I should wear the sash and belts you bought for me?"
"Probably not important on board the galley. Now, let me take this letter to the agent, so it will go off with the next courier. My other letters were very short and Mum's probably worrying. Then we can go meet Cousin Samuel and the galley that will take us downriver to the Bridge. It's strange leaving whenever we please, not depending on the tide."
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As Lys had done for years now, each evening she carefully updated her journal. She used it to record and evaluate what she had learned, observed and wondered about on that day. When she wrote letters, she used it to provide a lively reminder of places visited and people encountered. Melysande's second letter to Teyrna Eleanor would be a copy of her journal entries as the Haris group traveled down the Minanter.
29 Drakonis – Minanter River Imperial Highway Bridge
The Imperial Highway crosses the Minanter on a grand bridge a few days walk east of Nevarra City. Smaller galleys and boats can pass through the arches of the bridge, but trading barges and larger galleys cannot. To facilitate the transfer of goods, the merchant houses of Thedas built docks and a huge caravanserai on the south bank of the river above and below the bridge. The complex, known as the Docklands, enables cargo to be stored and then transferred. Goods travel from the Docklands on caravans north to Tevinter and south to Cumberland or east and west on the Minanter. Our group will head east, down the Minanter to the Amaranthine Ocean.
The trip from Nevarra City to the Imperial Highway Docklands took a day and a half. We left Nevarra City in the morning, put into shore to give the rowers a rest during the deepest part of the night and arrived at the landing west of the bridge before sunset the next day. We walked across the Highway to the Haris compound where the Emerald Queen and the Haris barge Ragnar's Gold were docked.
Beyond the warehouses, a tent city stood in the open field. I have never seen a larger Fair. Cousin Sam must have seen my interest, because he warned Kai and me away. Slavers would covet a lovely young woman or an elf. He spoke very sternly. If you want to walk through the Docklands Fair, take guards with you. Sherpa will not be enough to protect you. His words remind me we are not far from the Tevinter border. A lively trade goes both ways, apparently. Escaped slaves come south along with the hunters tracking them and the slavers looking for victims. When successful, the hunters and slavers take both re-captured slaves and newly captured free persons north. We did not go to the Fair. I'm becoming quite circumspect in my old age.
We set out the next morning on the galley. Kai and I shared a berth in the small rear castle of the galley. River galley's have this built up structure in the stern to house the captain a few guests. The rest of the crew sleep below decks. The top of the castle provides a raised deck for archers, should we be attacked. The steersman handles the rudder from this deck while the captain can view the entire ship and river from a height.
The wind was light, so the rowers supplemented the sail, as the current pushed us down the Minanter. All the rowers are employees of House Haris and trained to fight as well as row. House Haris does not use slaves. Even so, rowing is a hard life and the mate and captain punish misbehavior and laziness. I'm told positions as rowers on our galleys and crew on our barges are prized, since any employee can rise in the company. I suppose that's as much Arethian influence as many of the changes we make in Highever are. The influence is subtle, but effective. House Haris boats move as quickly as any others; the Wrath fight better than most mercenary companies.
We made good time, getting to Hasmal in four days.
5 Cloudreach – Hasmal
I was writing of escaped slaves the other day. Little did I know I would get to meet some in Hasmal. Cousin Samuel spent our brief time there interviewing escaped Tevinter slaves and soporati, the free non-mage Tevinters, for employment. The soporati are not slaves, of course, but seem to live a precarious existence as free persons. Those who fall afoul of the magisters face grave penalties or even slavery, so they often run.
Hasmal offers a clandestine job market where escaped slaves and other refugees from Tevinter look for work anywhere in the rest of Thedas. It's all very secretive. One House Haris factor in Hasmal has the sole responsibility for finding talented refugees. Many slaves train as artisans or notaries; the soporati are often merchants or professionals. They are well educated and talented, so it is easy to find work for them elsewhere in Thedas if they can be kept out of the slavers hands.
More vigilant here than at the Bridge, Cousin Samuel required that Kailian and I stay on our galley and not venture on shore at all. Kailian, in particular would be a target for slavers, but Samuel said I could be too. Scary. It certainly intimidated us enough that we obeyed with no argument. Sherpa, on the other hand, went along with Cousin Sam. He's taken quite a shine to her and she to him.
Cousin Sam hired a score of new employees. He sent one young woman to Kai and me, believing she would feel safer with other young women. Aemilia was our age and a fine weaver. She was an elf and had been a slave. I left her and Kai alone, as I thought she might feel more comfortable with another elf. They spent the day together talking in the prow of our galley. That evening she and Kai joined me.
"Kai tells me you saved her."
"Well…I did, yes."
"Then you gave her a position and kept her safe."
"Well, Kai does a good job of keeping herself safe most of the time, but, yes, we all need help sometimes and I helped."
"She said it was because you are a good person. That you don't believe in slavery. And that you think elves should be treated the same as humans."
"I do. My family does."
"So that is why your cousin hires elves?"
"Yes and no. Yes, he tries to make no distinction, but he would not hire you if you could not do the job he offers. My family in Ferelden is different. My father is a Teyrn, a ruler. He believes it is his duty to see all the people of the Teyrnir safe and prosperous. In Highever, we try to see all our people are educated and have a skill."
"So he is a mage?"
"No. Rulers outside of Tevinter are rarely mages. The Chantry, the Orlesian or White Chantry, won't allow it. Mages are kept separate from others in most places."
"So mages are slaves?"
"Not exactly, more like prisoners in a comfortable prison, but a prison none-the-less."
"You say most places."
"Well, again, my family does not believe in slavery or imprisoning people who have not committed crimes. Mages need to be trained, but not locked away. In Highever, healing mages serve with Chantry sisters in clinics and in some households. Mages also serve in our guard and army. The Chantry observes, but does not usually interfere. It's a delicate balance, but it works."
"And when they enthrall someone, what happens then?"
"You mean blood magic? We do not tolerate blood magic. A mage who uses it commits a crime and will be imprisoned."
"That…no blood magic. That would be an improvement over what I have seen." She turned to Kai. "Does she tell the truth?"
Kai grinned. "Yes. You can trust her, Aemilia."
The young Tevinter sat quietly while Lys and Kai talked. She frowned as Kai gave her sidelong looks. "With her blond hair and blue eyes, I think the green one would be best."
"I agree," Lys said as Kai hurried off, only to return with a bundle. "These should make your journey easier."
Aemilia opened the bundle. It held a linen tunic, soft leather leggings and a long leather jerkin for wear on the road. The other outfit was one of Kai's silk ones, the green trousers, tunic and jerkin with a gold sash and scarf. A small dagger and leg sheath completed the gift. "I cannot accept this!"
"Of course you can," Lys replied. "We can replace those easily at our next stop."
"Lys is right. I have more clothes than I need. Lys keeps me well dressed," she grinned. "Not that I mind. I find I enjoy it, but don't tell her," she whispered.
Aemilia smiled, shyly. "You are too kind. I will always remember you."
"Oh, you won't lose us that easily, Aemilia. I'm going to ask Cousin Samuel to send you to Mum in Highever. We can always use another weaver and Kai's cousin, Myfanwy's family will welcome you into their home. So you will have both work and a new family."
Cousin Samuel agreed to send Aemilia to Mum, but she will go to Haris Manor first, with the others. I wondered why two troops of Wrath rode along the shore with us from the Docklands. Now I know. One troop will escort the new artisans, notaries and factors back to the Manor, protecting them from any slave hunters or slavers along the way. The other troop will continue with us to Bastion.
11 Cloudreach - Tantervale
The Tantervale visit was blessedly short. It's a city ruled harshly, if indirectly, by the Chantry. Templars watch over the rulers and the city guard. The city guard remain alert to prevent the least violation of the city's laws. A simple prank, which the guard in Higheverport would barely notice, can land a young boy in the city prison for months.
The semi-arid climate only supports farming where the lands can be irrigated from the Minanter. The city must trade for the food it cannot raise locally. We docked, went directly to the House Haris compound, met with the local factor, exchanged cargo and left, all within four days. Cousin Samuel hates Tantervale almost as much as Hasmal.
17 Cloudreach – Locks
I've decided I love riverboat travel. Often our galley will surge ahead, but the barge always catches up. The barge carries most of the trade goods. The galley carries some smaller or more precious items and has quarters for Cousin Samuel, me, Kai, the other agent, Micah, our Notary, Stephen, and six Wrath troops. Each day I work with Cousin Samuel, Micah and Stephen in the morning while it is still cool. A canopy provides shade, so we can work outside in the breeze. After dinner, everyone lounges or naps in the heat of the day. Even the rowers are given a break if the wind is strong enough to propel us by sail alone. Kai and I do forms in the late afternoon, as there is not enough room to spar. In the evening, we often talk, tell stories, sing or play silly games. I've learned Wicked Grace and Diamondback, although Kai beats me every time. Apparently, she has played since she was a child in the Alienage. I avoid chess, as I assume she will beat me there, just as Fergus does. I really do not like to lose at games. I suppose it's a fault.
Traveling the Minanter from Tantervale to Starkhaven can take nine to twelve days. After Tantervale, the river drops from the plateau stretching out from the Silent Plains towards the lowlands and the coast of the Free Marches. To allow boats to pass through this section, a canal and series of locks have been built. Traversing them takes time, as each lock needs to empty or fill to enable our progress.
Kai and I stayed with the Emerald Queen through the first few locks. It is fascinating to watch the lockmaster and his crew open and close the gates, managing the flow of this mighty river. It's also interesting to note that each lock is protected by a troop of soldiers. Bandits used to prey on barges coming through the locks, but the trading cities now pay for the guard. The Wrath ride along the river road on the south bank as additional protection. The novelty of the locks does wear off after seeing the process several times,
the lengthy transit through the lock allowed us to leave the galley and stretch our legs. Some days we donned armor, joined the Wrath and rode to the next lock. If it was late in the day, the Wrath would set up camp and wait for the galley and barge. Then we could spar or practice archery or simply walk.
The River Road winds its way down towards Starkhaven along an easy grade allowing wagons to travel with little difficulty. Roads from the south join it at intervals. The fertile lands around Wildervale, south of Tantervale, provide grain, vegetables and fruit to Starkhaven and the cities to the west. Wagons passed us traveling in either direction as we rode.
20 Cloudreach - Starkhaven
Finally, on 19 Cloudreach, we passed through the final lock and the Emerald Queen began the run into Starkhaven. This visit is very different from my visits to the Vael palace with Mum. I couldn't help but compare the Vaels rule here to Tantervale. I know the Vaels are pious Andrasteans, but their rule is not authoritarian. Perhaps it is the location. Tantervale lies in semi-arid lands south of the grim Silent Plains. It suffers drought, receives refugees from Tevinter and endures a harsh, hot, windy climate.
Starkhaven, in contrast, lies in a lovely river valley surrounded by high peaks. To the southwest fertile farmlands, which extend to Wildervale, provide the city with food. To the north, the mountains provide grazing, game and orchards, similar to Bann Teagan's lands west of Lake Calenhad. Food and water are abundant. Even the poorest human folk and the elves in the Alienage don't go hungry. The Chantry performs much charitable work, encouraged by the Vaels.
Of course, there is the great Circle Tower. I still find it chilling. There are no free mages or even supervised mages helping the sisters, as we have at home. In fact, in our short time here, I saw no mages at all. I know the Vaels have no mages in their household. If a healing mage is needed, he or she is brought to the household, like a prisoner, accompanied by two or three templars.
Again, we stayed at our compound in the merchant quarter. We'll be here for about a week. I want to send my letter to Mum with the courier the morning before we leave. The next leg of the journey is quite long – almost three weeks to Ansburg. I'll send another letter from there.
We did take time to visit the markets. Starkhaven has wonderful markets, with goods from up and down the Minanter, as well as from Wildervale and Tevinter. Perivantium, a Tevinter city, is not far away. I think Nathaniel Howe's mother came from there. From a soporati family I would think, as she is not a mage. It's been a long time since anyone has seen Julia Howe.
I remember her as a quiet woman who liked to garden, ride and shoot. She taught Nate his archery skills, much to his father's irritation. She fell ill after Delilah was born It's said she nearly died with Thomas. Neither of them seem to be close to her. Perhaps Howe keeps them away, because he dislikes the influence she had on Nate. I remember seeing her with Mum and Nyla in our garden when I was small.
Speaking of Nate, I'd love to get to Markham where it's said he is squiring at his cousin Felix's manor. Felix is Nate's cousin, his great-uncle Byron's grandson. Felix's family fled to Markham when his father, Arl Byron, joined King Maric during the Rebellion. He inherited his Mum's dower lands near Markham and stayed there. Nate squires for him, but we won't get to Markham on this trip.
I'd love to see Nate and tour the university and city of Markham. And its library! We didn't get much time in the Nevarra library either, although Kai was suitably impressed with so many books and scrolls. Truthfully, so was I. Oh well, perhaps next time.
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Dear Mum,
I'm going to be lazy and enclose copies of my journal entries with this short letter once we reach Starkhaven. I hope I'll have letters from you when we get there. Kai and I are fine. Sherpa too. She's actually quite popular with the crew, the little…well not so little anymore…flirt. She's filling out, maybe even getting fat, but I say that at a whisper, as she gets quite annoyed when I say it aloud. Lack of exercise I think. Kai and I would love to spar, but no space. So perhaps we're getting soft too.
When I last wrote we were leaving Nevarra City. My journal entries start from there, although, as I write this, we're approaching Hasmal. I'll finish this and send it when we arrive in Starkhaven. Love, Lys
Post Scriptum: Mum, I'm so excited. I just got your letter. I'm so happy you, Oriana and Oren will meet us in Antiva City. It will be so wonderful to see you all! You must know I have a huge smile on my face and Kai does too. Give Fergus special hugs. I know he'd love to come too, but if Papa won't then he should stay with him.
Give my love to all and a big hug to Oren. Sherpa, so far, has enjoyed all our adventures. (She's smiling too.) Kai sends her hellos as well as a note for Myfanwy, which I enclose. She's enjoyed wearing her light armor in Starkhaven as it's quite cool here. We have been able to get in some archery practice at the range in the compound, as well as sparring in the practice yard. I love you all. Hugs to everyone.
Love, Lys.
Kai breathed a sigh of relief when the letters went into the courier's pouch. Lys hadn't realized her note to Myfanwy was really a note to Teyrna Eleanor. While she didn't want to spy on Lys, she did want the Teyrna to know Lys was doing well. Before leaving Highever, she and Teyrna Eleanor had devised a plan where she would write, then address the note to Myfa and have Lys enclose it with her own.
Dear Teyrna Eleanor,
I think Lys believes this is for Myfa. I don't like fooling her, but I know how worried you were when we left.
She misses all of you, but she is as happy as I have seen her since King Maric died. She loves seeing new places and people. I do too. I was not sure I would, truthfully. She works hard with Sieur Haris. Very hard. I am not always with them, but he seems pleased with her. She, Micah and Stephen always discuss contracts and ideas for new trade goods. When she is not working, we are sparring or reading. Sometimes we just watch the shore pass by, but she is not sad when we do.
At first, I would find her crying at night. She hasn't done that since Haris Manor. I think she was right. She needed a purpose. She has one with the Rasiae and she has one here. Sadly, she doesn't think she does at Highever.
I hope this reassures you, My Lady. Respectfully, Kailian Tabris
Post Scriptum: Before I seal this. She is estatick (not sure of spelling, but more than happy) that you will be in Antiva. Me too, My Lady. Kai
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As Lys anticipated, the trip to Ansburg took more than two weeks. They passed through several more locks after leaving Starkhaven. Lys and Kai took to wearing full armor and riding with the Wrath. Captain Lucas permitted them to accompany the troops, as long as they followed orders and behaved like every other trooper. The Wrath usually stayed near the barge, since river pirates preyed more on cargo-laden vessels. Once they reached their camp for the night, the young women would sleep on board the galley.
The large company of Wrath both on shore and on the barge and galley discouraged most bandits. Only one attack occurred during the long trek to Ansburg. The attackers came from land and river, planning a sneak attack on the darkened camp and boats. First, the Wrath's sentries sounded the alarm ruining the bandits hoped for surprise. Then torches flared illuminating the approaching attackers. The Wrath's greater numbers and Captain Lucas' care in placing soldiers and archers on both boats and in the camp soon had the bandits defeated.
Lys and Kai both fought from the galley with their bows. The Wrath Captain had forbidden them to engage with blades, especially if they were not fully armored. Both young women complied. Kai had fought before, in Denerim, against intruders in the Alienage; Lys had not. Highever was well patrolled and few bandits attacked the Teyrn's troops. Unlike Fergus, Lys had not yet ridden with or led a company of guards.
Lys would have ridden with the Highever Guard, had she stayed, but instead she fought her first skirmish on the Minanter a week or so out of Starkhaven. She found it both exhilarating and disturbing. She knew her arrows had found their marks, but not if she had killed anyone. The whole experience seemed somewhat dreamlike. From waking up to the shouts of the Wrath sentries to standing on deck loosing arrow after arrow to walking among the dead bandits as the soldier's carried them off to be placed on the pyre, the time seemed to pass quickly. Lys could not quite believe it had all happened when she woke up to a sunny morning with few signs of the fight the night before.
The large company reached Ansburg, or rather the docks that served Ansburg, safely. Despite its Circle of Magi Tower and Grey Warden Post, Ansburg was a backwater. Set in the midst of farmland and orchards, it's trade was agrarian in nature. It did not have the wealth or status of the other trading ports. In fact, it was not a port at all. Ansburg proper sat just north of the Minanter River, off the main trade route between Nevarra and Antiva. No one visited Ansburg without a reason.
The House Haris group stayed only a few days, before proceeding down river to Bastion, on the mouth of the Minanter where it flowed into the Amaranthine Ocean. Here all cargo would be loaded on the Immortal Dragon for the trip to Antiva City. The passengers had a couple of days in the port city before they boarded the Immortal Dragon. Within four days, they would arrive in Antiva City and Lys' reunion with her family.
9:26 Dragon, Kingsway === Alistair
"I'm not sure what you've done now, Initiate, but Revered Mother Hilda wants to see you immediately after dinner.
"Of course, Knight-Captain."
"Alistair, did you do something I should know about?"
"No, ser, I've behaved these past weeks." He grinned at the templar. "Maybe she wants to commend me."
The Knight-Captain pursed his lips and glared. "And there it is again. When will you learn a smart mouth will not get you approval from me or the other officers."
"Perhaps approval is not what I'm seeking, ser."
Knight-Captain sat back. He had grown to like the young man over the years, but his recent behavior puzzled him. He's a good templar. It's as if he suddenly wants to prove he's not. "It should be, Initiate, now do not be late for Her Reverence."
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Alistair entered the Revered Mother's study and bowed. "Your Reverence."
"Ah, Initiate Alistair. It seems you have visitors. You may not leave the grounds with them, but you may meet them in the garden. They await you there."
Alistair stood at rest with his hands clasped behind his back. "May I ask who they are, Your Reverence? Has the Teyrn returned?"
"No, at least I am not aware that he has. Nor has the Queen blessed us with her presence. No, this is your childhood guardian and his brother, the Arl of Redcliffe and Bann Teagan Guerrin. Her Holiness, the Grand Cleric, decided they might help improve your behavior. It seems she spoke with King Cailan and Arl Guerrin. They requested that Arl Guerrin and his brother be allowed to visit."
Alistair looked down hoping to hide his dismay at seeing the Arl again. It took a moment for him to school his expression.
The Revered Mother noticed his efforts and realized he was not pleased at these visitors. Oh my, this may not go well. "Alistair, if you do not wish to see them, I can excuse you. This visit is unexpected, unlike the Teyrn's visits. I can make excuses for you this time and ask the Grand Cleric to keep to the approved list."
He looked up, resigned. "I will see them, Your Reverence, they've come a long way. I would appreciate no further visits, however. The Arl has no authority or influence over me. We did not have a…fond relationship when I was his ward. I lived in the stables, actually, and rarely saw him or the Arlessa."
"In the stables? I see. Well, perhaps I don't, but…I'll make a deal with you Alistair. You maintain good behavior and I will try to keep the Arl at bay. I can't say I fully understand the rules Grand Cleric Elemena provided when you arrived here, but I do know Arl Eamon and his brother were not approved visitors. It seems others, in the nobility perhaps, have influence over who visits you." She watched his expression change again. "Perhaps you understand that better than I. With the Teyrn away, perhaps others have taken responsibility for your welfare?"
He sighed. "I'll try, Your Reverence. Thank you." He turned to go, then stopped. "Your Reverence, while we bargaining," he smiled as she raised her eyebrows, "I wondered, is there a chance that I could become a brother? Work in the library or scriptorium. I'd do well. Brother Jerome and the Amarius can attest to that."
"You don't want to be a templar?" Well that explains a lot.
"It's not that I don't want to be a templar, rather that I'd prefer to work with my mind and hands in the library or scriptorium. Or teach. I enjoy teaching. That's the part of my templar duties I like best. Helping with the pages and younger initiates. I would still serve Andraste."
"No, Alistair, I don't think that is possible. I'm sorry. I have heard good things about you from the brothers, but your talents as a templar can't be denied. It seems you have a calling for it." She hesitated. "Alistair, I don't pretend to know why the Grand Cleric takes an interest in you. Or Teyrn Loghain for that matter or the Arl. I suspect you know, but I'm not asking. The fact remains that she does take an interest and I must obey her directives. She wants you to become a templar."
His smile faded. "I see. Well, thank you for considering it, Your Reverence." He turned to go face Arl Eamon.
"Alistair, you are a bright, talented, well-intentioned young man. Even your misbehavior truly hurts no one but yourself. You should try to adjust to the inevitable."
"Yes, Your Reverence, I should. I'll try."
"Go see the Arl. I hope it goes better than you expect it to."
He bowed and left.
Revered Mother Hilda frowned. She had resented Alistair when he was foisted upon her years ago, but had come to like the young man he had become. She often had to stifle a grin when he made a joke. She knew he missed Cullen, another fine young man. Despite his pranks, Alistair's heart was in the right place. Now she wondered what schemes swirled around the young initiate. And why they began when the Teyrn left. Or was it after the King Maric died? She had only seen Maric a few times and Cailan once, but the boy had the Theirin look. She shuddered. I may be used to dealing with nobles, but this is not something in which I want to meddle. May Andraste keep him safe.
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Alistair approached the two men who stood under an oak tree near the garden wall. Arl Eamon looked older after six years: stolid, his beard and hair streaked with grey, a bit of paunch giving evidence of his sedentary preferences. Teagan had not changed much: a few more wrinkles, hair a duller auburn, but with no obvious grey and still standing straight, with the stance of a man used to riding and sparring. At least Arlessa Isolde isn't with them.
Eamon looked up at Alistair's approach surprise showing on his features. "Alistair?"
"Your Lordship, it's kind of you and Bann Teagan to visit." Alistair bowed arms crossed on his chest.
"Maker, boy, you look like your father. You've grown."
"After six years, Your Lordship, I hope that is true. It would be awkward to be sixteen in the body of a ten year old. Or ten in the body of a sixteen year old, although I think the Knight-Captain might accuse me of that on a bad day." Alistair spoke seriously and never cracked a smile.
Teagan stifled a grin.
"Quite so, my boy, quite so." The Arl frowned, unsure if Alistair joked.
Alistair turned to Teagan. "Good to see you as well, Bann Teagan."
Teagan started forward, then stopped himself. "You as well, Alistair. You've grown into quite a handsome young man."
"Not a quality we concern ourselves with here, Bann Teagan."
"What…no of course you don't." Teagan colored slightly.
"Your Lordship, Bann Teagan, there are benches if you care to sit or we can walk, as you wish."
"No need. We won't be long. In truth Alistair, the Grand Cleric asked me to visit you. She hoped, given our relationship, that I might influence your behavior. Something Loghain failed to do, apparently, despite all the indulgences. I understand your history as a miscreant has followed you here. She is most disturbed at your persistent wrongdoing. I want you to become a templar and have a respected occupation under Chantry supervision, but you jeopardize it with your misdeeds."
"The Grand Cleric concerns herself with an unimportant templar initiate?"
"Don't be stupid, Alistair. She is well aware of who you are and prefers that you not attract attention. It would be best for all if you disappear into the templar ranks. You seem to have some aptitude for fighting and templar skills, so she tells me. Not surprised really. You always did well at physical tasks and certainly enjoyed picking fights. Tracking mages can't be that difficult can it. You can smell the magic or something?"
"Right, just like a mabari." Alistair closed his eyes and took some deep breaths.
Teagan stifled another grin at Alistair's comment. Eamon has no idea when he jokes and manages to say exactly the wrong thing. It's good the boy, no young man, can control himself.
"Which means you agree with her? I should disappear into the templar ranks?"
"Of course I do Alistair. You're a common born bastard. It's far more than you're entitled to hope for. I'm surprised you've survived here at Dragon's Peak, as rigorous as I understand the studies to be, but I suspect Her Holiness had some influence. Certainly easier to keep an eye on you here, even if you do poorly in your work and studies."
"And once I take my vows, Your Lordship, where do you expect Her Holiness to send me? Perhaps to the Monastery in Denerim? To protect the capital from apostates?"
"Perhaps, Alistair, if you can behave. Although, I expect Kinloch Hold would be more likely. More secure. Wouldn't want you running around the countryside, much less around Denerim where you might be recognized."
"No, of course not. I hate camping anyway."
Teagan suppressed yet another smirk. I suspect he's done better in his studies than Eamon knows.
"Good. So we can expect your behavior to improve. I understand you'll be eighteen in two years. High time you took your vows I would think."
"I look forward to taking my vows and becoming a knight, Your Lordship."
"A knight? Is that one of your jokes, boy. No? Well forget that. Sons of common wh…servants don't become knights. Is that what Loghain let you think? Well…he would, then wouldn't' he? Thinks because he was raised above his station you will be too. No, my boy, you'll be a common templar under close observation. Can't have you opposing Cailan can we?"
Alistair looked past Eamon to Teagan. At least he looks uncomfortable. Not that he would do anything to help me. "I would never oppose Cailan, Your Lordship. It offends me that anyone would think that."
"Well, of course, you would say that. As long as you're in a monastery, or the Circle Tower, you can't stir up trouble can you?"
Alistair stood straight and breathed deeply. I'll get through this. "I hope, Your Lordship, that all is well with you and your family and with you Bann Teagan. I hate to cut your visit short. I know you traveled far, but I have a class I should be attending. If I'm to improve my behavior I should not be late."
"Right, of course, of course. Good start, Alistair. We'll look in on you again in the spring."
"That's very kind, but there is no need, Your Lordship, I'm sure the journey is tiring. I have duties every day, so it's best I attend to them, isn't it? Those of us without family take the duties of those who do, when their families visit. I am kept quite busy."
Eamon stared at him again, clearly unsure if the statements should be taken at face value. Alistair wore his most innocent expression; one which no longer fooled his instructors, but which succeeded with Eamon.
"As is proper, my boy. When the nobility visit their sons, it's appropriate for the common initiates to take their duties. I do not wish to intervene. Loghain did enough of that, I think." He grew stern. "See that you behave. You're not a child any longer. Thievery or vandalism or whatever it is you get up to will not be tolerated. The Grand Cleric will provide reports of any further misconduct. Both the King and the Grand Cleric will be most unhappy if it continues. I'll suggest she recommend the lash for you if needs be. I fear Loghain gave you an inflated sense of importance with his visits." He turned on his heel and walked away.
"Alistair."
He closed his eyes as the Bann spoke, then turned and looked at Teagan. Teagan realized they were eye to eye. Maker, he's as tall as I am. Needs to fill out more, but he's not a boy.
"Loghain will return, Alistair. There's still hope. Anora asked me to tell you that. Cailan…he's adjusting to becoming king so suddenly. The opposition of the banns upset him. He fears they will use you if you not protected here. It will take time before he's ready to put his father's plan to acknowledge you into effect."
Alistair refrained from saying the thoughts going through his mind. "Will it Teagan? I have no time left, really. A year, maybe two. Then I can look forward to becoming a prisoner in Kinloch Hold waiting for my lyrium dose." He simply nodded.
"Do you want to give me any messages?"
Alistair ran his fingers through his hair. "No, Bann Teagan. No messages. My life is here. There is nothing for me outside."
Teagan hesitated. "It is good to see you, Alistair." He reached out and squeezed Alistair's arm. "Stay well. It will work out."
"Will it, Bann Teagan? After hearing that for eight years, I'm afraid I understand all too well how 'it' will work out." He shook his head, as if to clear it, before he bowed and started to walk away. "Safe journey to Denerim, Ser," he called over his shoulder.
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"Well, he certainly has the 'look'." Arl Eamon told with Isolde on his return. "That will be a benefit, if we need him."
"You should have told me about his father years ago, Eamon. If I had known…if Eleutheria had known…he would be safely hidden away near Redcliffe, not here in the east. He would never have met the Cousland brat or Loghain."
"He's hidden away now. Those fools at the monastery have no idea who he is and they will do as Grand Cleric Elemena directs. When he leaves to go to Kinloch Hold, he'll be hidden under a helmet. No one will see him. Elemena will cooperate with us and do what the Divine asks. As long as he's in the Chantry, he is under our control. Loghain isn't here to disagree."
"Will Cailan continue to cooperate? He and the Queen seemed determined to acknowledge him. Once that happens, they'll marry him off to some noblewoman. Probably Delilah Howe or, worse, the Cousland brat."
"Don't worry Isolde. That won't happen. I can convince Cailan that the boy presents a danger to himself and to Cailan if he's allowed outside the monastery. Cailan's already afraid the bann's will propose Alistair as king as soon as he's acknowledged. Cailan doesn't fear Alistair; he fears what others might do in his name. He likes the boy, so I have to tread carefully. Make Cailan believe the threat comes from others. Actually, the Cousland angle is a good one. I'll tell him Bryce will try to marry Alistair to that Cousland girl in order to use him against Cailan. Kill two birds with one stone.
I don't think Anora will convince him otherwise, about Alistair or the Couslands. Howe's a help there. He doesn't want Bryce back in Denerim either.
Our plans just require that I keep him believing there are banns out there ready to challenge his rule. And that Teagan and I, his uncles, are his best advisors. Eventually, something will need to be done about Howe, but for now, his actions work in our favor.
"It's unfortunate that Cailan's marriage to that commoner went forward," Isolde mused, "but all things will be resolved over time. One of the Empress' cousins most likely…. As long as that maid of hers keeps dosing her tea, we won't have any babes to worry about."
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