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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 53 – INTRIGUE
9:29 Dragon Bloomingtide === Royal Palace, Val Royeaux
Hidden passageways riddled the Royal Palace in Val Royeaux. Passages ran behind walls, under floors, through basements and beneath courtyards. If one knew the right passages, one could travel from the upper floors to the deepest dungeons or out into the gardens and the city. Each new ruler surveyed them, trying to find and block those that threatened the Imperial person or built new ones to meet the requirements of their Great Game. Empress Celene had been no exception. At her ascension to the throne, she set her spymaster the task of mapping the passages and securing the palace. . Only the empress and her spymaster had the complete map. Even then, neither believed every passage had been found. The spymaster stayed alert when traveling the passages for hints of other branches.
Every suite, salon or library in the palace had its spy hole. Only the Empress could expect to live unobserved in the royal palace. Even the garden had observation points accessed from underground. Any bench or statue might hide a listening post or peep hole. It behooved the Emperor or Empress to have more intelligence than their adversaries.
Celene's spymaster walked along one of the passages on the evening the Fereldan ship anchored in the harbor. The Fereldans would be welcomed, in a fitting manner, the next morning. The palace staff had readied their rooms in anticipation of their arrival. Plans had been set in motion. Observers assigned to posts. Now the spymaster needed to see the Empress.
The elf, because the spymaster was an elf, pulled on a lever that opened an entryway into another passage. The dark haired elf closed the opening after passing through. This corridor, unknown to most occupants of the building, ran inside a wall. As the elf walked along the corridor, observation alcoves appeared at intervals. The elf climbed to the third level, walked down the passage and stopped near some runes embedded in the wall. She had passed such runes elsewhere. Pressing them in the correct sequence would cause a panel to slide open. Press them in the wrong sequence and a toxic fog would immobilize the intruder. The elf knew the proper sequence.
A slender woman, her blonde hair almost white, sat at an escritoire reading and making notes when the wall panel slid open. Her hair hung loosely falling past her waist. Her lapis blue silk robe revealed pale skin where it lay open between small breasts. She slipped a silk cord between the book's pages, closed it, and replaced it on the bookshelf behind her. She stared at the intruder, but showed no alarm as the armed, unmasked elf entered her chamber.
"Briala." It was not a question.
"Oui, Your Radiance. Bon soir." Briala's green eyes stared into the Empress's blue ones. The elf sketched a mocking bow.
"I expected you earlier."
The elf smirked. "Perhaps I can apologize later?"
"That can be arranged, chérie." She smiled at her handmaiden, and then sighed. "Eh bien, business first. We will welcome the Fereldans tomorrow, yes? Arrangements, they are complete?"
"Oui. Observers have been assigned. The rooms made ready. I expect no surprises from the Arl, his brother or the king. The Teyrn puzzles me, however. We have observed him in Highever, but not as part of the royal entourage. We do not know how much influence he has with King Cailan."
"What do we know?"
"Quite a bit, but as I said we do not know the extent of his influence with the king. We do know he is both a Fereldan patriot, who fought in the Rebellion, and an ally of Nevarra, with family ties to the noble and merchant classes. He has a certain…umm…sophistication the other Fereldans lack. His influence on Cailan may not favor Orlais, but he believes trade brings peace, so it may not hurt us either. He is not Teyrn Loghain."
Celene snorted softly. "Good news, no?"
"I may spend time observing him myself while he is here. I can confirm what has been reported. You should converse with him. He's well educated and well spoken."
The Empress raised her eyebrows. This Fereldan must indeed be different to capture Briala's interest.
"His addition to the embassy was unexpected, but perhaps fortuitous. It confirms Arl Guerrin's diminishing influence with King Cailan. Although the Arl would have us think otherwise, the decision to include the Teyrn was King Cailan's alone. The king has been improving his relationship with the Couslands over the past year, with the Queen's encouragement. If Teyrn Cousland is the Queen's man, then he must want to diminish Arl Guerrin's influence. If that's true, it may not work in our favor. In that proves to be the case, it would have been better had the Teyrn remained in disfavor. If he works against us, we must discredit him again.
"If does not oppose our plans with King Cailan we can let him rise in favor. I recommend we convince him to work with us. Not to the extent the Guerrins have. They Teyrn is not one to dally in subterfuge which would harm the royal family. He will espouse policies, however, that benefit Orlais, if they also benefit Ferelden and do no harm to Nevarra. He is a royalist. He will support the king and ultimately, after advising him, follow King Cailan's wishes.
"So he thinks for himself, but will acquiesce in the end?"
"He will influence the king and, I think, the queen. They will listen. We cannot use him to harm them. As he learns to trust us, other plans may come to fruition. The marriage plans will help us achieve that trust; as will the mining contracts."
"And the Guerrins. Are you telling me to abandon them?" Empress Celene frowned, thinking how that might hurt other plans in Ferelden.
"No. Just let them focus on the Redcliffe trading compound for now. Their enthusiasm for betrothing the Crown Princess and fostering her here has alarmed the Queen and King. It was foolish and not ordered by me. They make their bias towards Orlais too clear. If Arl Guerrin continues he will lose his Chancellorship and the good will of the Landsmeet."
Briala loosened the cord that held her dark hair, letting it fall loosely down her back.
"I think we must recall Marjolaine or I must go meet with her, perhaps in Jader or just across the border in Ferelden. I dislike this lack of control. Both the Guerrins and Marjolaine fail too frequently. They pursue their own interests."
"Marjolaine played no part in engineering Teyrn Cousland's regaining favor. She has influence with one of his vassals, no?"
"Her paramour, Arl Howe, does not want see the Teyrn back in favor. The Guerrins do not want another voice influencing the king. His return benefits neither. Even Loghain has become suspicious of his friend, in spite of his daughter's assurances. He did not favor the Teyrn joining this embassy to Orlais, even if Cailan requested it.
"The king has become independent of these advisors. I fear the Teyrn will encourage this independence and add his own voice, so we must insure Teyrn Cousland will support our views. His part in agreeing to the marriages and providing the mining expertise is critical. There have been too many failures. Perhaps more than we know."
"What don't we know, Briala?"
The elf remained calm in spite of the Queen's gaze. "Although Marjolaine denies it, I fear Queen Anora has won the heart of our little Erlina."
"Erlina? You think so?"
"That potion was not defective. I created it, tested it here and sent it to Marjolaine. She tested samples again with several women who had previously given birth. None became pregnant either here or in Ferelden. Someone tampered with it. Someone very talented."
"Which is not Erlina, I think."
"No. She is not an herbalist. Nor did she contact one or so Marjolaine reports. In this, I believe Marjolaine. She would have prevented any adulteration had she known. As a result, we do not know how it happened, but I am sure Erlina passed the potion to someone else who spoiled it. She then reported its failure and returned the unused vials. Marjolaine and her Chantry sister, Eleutheria, failed. Now the Fereldan's have an heir."
The Empress pinched her chin and rubbed a thumb beneath it. "You can meet Marjolaine after the Fereldans leave. Send to her to meet you in Jader in a month."
"She must take care not to make Howe suspicious." Briala added.
"That should not be a problem. She's masquerades as a merchant, yes? Merchants travel."
"Of course. I worry too much perhaps. We may need Howe, I don't want to lose contact."
"Is he that useful?"
"Howe's animosity towards the Teyrn may be useful. Marjolaine says that he does not exhibit it openly, but he hates the Couslands. He has some influence with Teyrn Loghain, who already criticizes Teyrn Cousland for traveling with the king. Arl Howe believes Teyrn Cousland agreed to join the king as a ploy to regain his favor. He whispers to Teyrn Loghain that he fears Teyrn Cousland develops Orlesian sympathies so that he may regain his position at Court. It separates Teyrn Loghain from his old friend Teyrn Cousland."
"So he divides the nobility, even if Teyrn Cousland regains favor."
"Yes. And if we need to discredit Cousland, Howe lays some groundwork. I prefer Cousland as an ally, but I must plan for the worst. We'll see how the marriage contracts and mining agreements work out. If he supports them, we let him rise. If he opposes us, we'll see he that he falls again."
Briala smiled. "If the Teyrn works with us, agrees to the marriages and mining contracts, and gives advice we agree with to the king, we will discredit Arl Howe to dispel his rumors. We can argue that Teyrn Cousland only pursues the policy of his king, yes? The mining agreements benefit Ferelden, as do the marriages. With their Landsmeet supporting the king, the Teyrn retains his position at Court. Either way he is of use, which is more than I can say for the Guerrin's of late."
"Howe, still deals with Tevinter, no?"
"Yes." Briala smiled. "His mother and wife came from Perivantium. His household hosts two Magisters. He plays a crude version of the Game in Ferelden. A thoroughly nasty man, but one who holds some influence in their Landsmeet. He's the perfect tool for our Marjolaine. Arrogant, greedy, lascivious and venal."
Celene tilted her head, chewing her upper lip, and then smiled. "It works in our favor if it divides the Fereldan nobility. This Cousland, he has no Orlesian ties we can use?" The Empress twisted a long strand of pale hair around her finger.
"Not yet, but perhaps after his daughter marries here…."
"Ah, yes. We will have leverage if the beloved daughter is here. Doubly so with the Broughten girl's marriage to Guy de Montafilan in Verchiel. The Cousland son married an Antivan merchant's daughter?"
"Yes, the daughter of a very wealthy, influential, merchant family."
"Too bad. We could have provided a lovely bride. They have ties to Calenhad, no?"
"Yes, Couslands married Theirins on several occasions."
"The Cousland daughter should have married by now, no?"
"It's to our benefit that she has not. She's a rather independent child. With her father out of favor, no Fereldan spoke for her. Until recently, she spent most of her time in Nevarra at the Haris manor near Nevarra City, or so we believe. We do not have an observer inside the manor."
"She could have left and we would not have known?"
"Possibly, but our observers in Cumberland and Nevarra City saw no trace of Lady Cousland traveling anywhere but back to Highever. As part of her effort to bring the Couslands back into favor, the Queen made Lady Cousland one of her Ladies-in-Waiting. It behooves us to get the marriage contract settled before others seek to gain her hand now that she is at Court."
"Could she travel under another name?" Celene seemed worried.
"Perhaps, but why? No, it appears she enjoys the manor. It's quite large. She enjoys riding and hunting. She weaves and spins. She dabbles in that part of the House Haris business, in fact. Odd, for a noble, but her mother does the same from Highever and the Teyrnir prospers from their influence it seems. No, there is much to occupy her at the Haris Manor. She has no reason to leave, unless to go to Cumberland or Highever."
"Her mercantile interests shouldn't have precluded a foreign marriage, if, as you say, they're a wealthy family."
"It's possible she avoided marriage. Another reason to remain secluded at the Haris Manor. An elven handmaid accompanies her." Briala smiled at the Empress. "This Tabris wields daggers, but claims to be her mistress' lady's maid. She does perform the duties of a handmaiden, but is overly familiar with the young Cousland."
"Inappropriately so?" Celene smirked.
"I suppose that depends on your definition of inappropriate."
"You have not confirmed they are lovers." Celene frowned. "It would make the marriage much easier. She would have her lover. Denis could have his mistresses if wished."
"He has none yet, Your Radiance."
"I know. I find Denis de Rievaulx puzzling." She stared at Briala, eyes unfocused. Her head tilted. "Does he prefer men? That would be perfect."
"No, Celene. No evidence of that."
"Ah, well, if we can marry our Seigneurs to the three noble Fereldan girls, we will have a foothold. Denis to the Cousland, Guy to the Broughten and, later, Gervais de Ferrand to the Howe girl. Perhaps we can arrange a quadruple Summerday wedding and include Howe's son. Surround King Cailan with Orlesian nobles." Empress Celene leaned back in her chair, smiling. "It will be a relief not to try to seduce Cailan on this visit. He's tolerable as men go, certainly not chaste, but astonishingly loyal to his wife."
"No hope there, Your Radiance. Not since the child."
"Let's not mention the Crown Princess this visit. Let Cailan think he won that battle. She's a babe. There's time yet for royal betrothals."
"I will make that clear to Arl Guerrin." Briala waited for Celene to resume speaking.
Celene twirled her finger in a lock of hair, thinking, before she spoke again. "I don't think we will have to remove the Queen, at least not yet. I respect Queen Anora."
Briala raised an eyebrow.
"She's capable, intelligent, administers Ferelden well in Cailan's name, but I fear she'll remain an obstacle. She would make a talented adversary, if she understood the Game better. I fear she would learn quickly, should the need arise." Celene pursed her lips. " She would make an even more talented ally. Perhaps we should cultivate our solitary rose."
"Solitary rose?"
"I called her that when I met her on my visit to Denerim in 9:20. She stood out from among her peers. I called them thorns, I believe."
Briala chuckled. "That must have endeared you to the nobility."
"No, but it hurt her more. Being the daughter of a common farmer betrothed to a Theirin did not make her popular. Loghain has not been fully accepted by the nobility, even today. Compliments from an Orlesian Empress only underscored her…umm… uniqueness. The results of my comment infuriated her father, annoyed the king and isolated the Crown Prince's betrothed. A good few minute's work. Perhaps I will write to her to congratulate the Crown Princess on her first name day. And apologize for stealing two of her Ladies-in-Waiting. I'll invite her visit them here. She's quite intelligent and might like to see my University. We have much in common. Beautiful too." She glanced at Briala, "We might both enjoy an evening with Queen Anora, yes?"
Briala smiled. "An interest in ruling, education and her husband? Will you invite him to join us too. I think you would shock her, Celene."
"All the better." Celene chewed her cheek. "You will need to discuss these plans when you see Marjolaine. I don't like these random shifts in tactics. The Guerrins need to be controlled, even if this Cousland ploy works out. They push too hard and fail too often."
Briala smiled. She did not like the Arl or the Arlessa. One thing about Teyrn Cousland, he treated his elven subjects well. The Arlessa, on the other hand, had the worst characteristics of her class. She treated her human servants badly and the elven servants worse. She hoped they could make an ally of the Teyrn. She realized she had been ignoring the Empress when Celene started tapping her quill on the escritoire.
"First Queen Anora has the baby," Empress Celene continued, "now Cousland returns to influence. It may divide the nobility, but we lose control. What will the Arl and Arlessa fail to do next?" The Empress hesitated, thinking. "Perhaps some action should be taken against them, but other matters are more pressing. We can do nothing to punish the Arl while he is here with the king. We must wait and see how Teyrn Cousland works out, before we address the Guerrin problem. What about the boy, speaking of Guerrin failures. The bastard prince? The one they let escape to the Chantry."
"He's at the Chantry in Denerim held in a punishment cell of some sort. The Knight-Vigilant and Knights-Divine will order him moved here once he becomes more biddable."
"How much longer will that take?"
"A month or two. Isolation seems to have broken his spirit. Removing him, however, must be done carefully. The king will object. He's tried to remove him several times already. Apparently he feels some fraternal concern for the boy. Perhaps it can be done secretly during Funalis or their Landsmeet, when they are distracted by other things."
"So he will take no vows?"
"Only if necessary and only the most minor. None that would prevent marriage. All will be decided when he comes to Val Royeaux."
"Templars can marry. In truth, it will leave Cousin Hortensia free to have lovers if he's off on templar duties. We need him to father Theirins, nothing more. Once there are a few babies, he becomes unnecessary. He can only complicate matters at that point."
"We can solve that difficulty with ease, Your Radiance."
Celene nodded, still thinking. "His offspring could even marry the little princess. He and Cailan are only half brothers, after all." The Empress of Orlais smiled. "Yes, I rather like that solution." She stretched, arms raised above her head, back arching. As she lowered them, her robe slipped off one shoulder revealing a pebbled nipple.
Briala walked behind her. She leaned down, kissed the imperial neck where it met her shoulder. The elf slid one hand inside the robe pinching the covered nipple while caressing the visible one with her other hand. Celene let raised her arms, circling them around Briala's neck. She pulled her closer, fondling the elf's ear.
"I think, my sweet, it's time for that apology, no?"
9:29 Dragon === Val Royeaux
Bryce Cousland stood at the rail looking at the city of Val Royeaux. The city lay on a plain with no high points to hold the remains of an ancient stronghold. Instead of a fortress, the Grande Cathédrale stood in the center of the city, the white stone of its twin spires reflecting the morning sun. Off to the east, the single tower of the White Spire, home of the Circle of Magi, rose to an equal height as if in opposition to the Chantry. The squat towers of the Royal Palace appeared just to the west of the Cathedral, barely showing above the grey and red roof tiles of the city. The proximity of palace and cathedral seemed to signify the alliance between the Empress and the Divine that Queen Anora and King Cailan believed threatened Alistair. Teyrn Cousland knew the Empress's University lay beyond the palace to the west, although if it had a tower or spires, he could not see them.
Lys had been to Val Royeaux. She had traveled overland from Cumberland as Layne Haris, a merchant. Her stories had amused the family when she visited last Satinalia. She had not, of course, moved in noble circles, but merchants lived flamboyantly in Val Royeaux. Lys had many tales of masked Orlesians at salons, in the merchant houses, in the markets and at the taverns. Now he could see the city himself.
Eleanor should be here. She would enjoy all this and be a valuable ally. Visiting with the Empress's ladies and meeting the noble women. He grinned to himself. Flirting with the noble men. She could get a view of Orlais none of us can acquire. Next time, he promised himself. Then he grimaced. If he survived to have a next time. Next time might be visiting Lys and her Orlesian husband. Ellie might never forgive him for that.
A grandly adorned lighter approached Calenhad's Ghost. Gold leaf decorated the intricately carved prow and gunwales. The rowers wore elaborate livery in the red, buff and white set off with gold heraldry of the Orlesian Empire. They stood in the stern, working the large oars or sweeps. Three Imperial officials, in elaborate robes, sat in the prow.
Bryce sighed. He put on the simple half mask Cailan had insisted everyone wear. We must honor our host's customs he had admonished when Bryce raised an eyebrow. And so it begins. He joined the others at rail.
The ship's crew piped an Imperial representative aboard the Calenhad. The official invitedthe Fereldan delegation to board the Orlesian lighter for the short trip to the dock where the official greeting would take place. The rest of the Fereldan retinue and their luggage would follow in the Calenhad's boat. The five Fereldan's made their way down the ladder. Once on the docks, carriages waited to take the Fereldan's to the palace.
The Orlesians greeting King Cailan on the dock included her Foreign Secretary, Seigneur Puiset; the Ambassador to Ferelden, Seigneur Suizy, who had returned to Orlais for King Cailan's visit; and the Constable of Orlais, Sieur Guesclin. The Fereldan Ambassador to Orlais, Ser Hugh, also awaited his king on the dock. Bryce found it disturbing him that the Constable, who was not only the first officer of the empire, but also the head of its military, led the welcoming delegation. He would have preferred to see the Grand Master or Lord Chancellor perform the formalities. The Empress mixes her messages. The Imperial war leader welcomes the Fereldan King. Does it signify threatening or peaceful intent?
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Teyrn Bryce Cousland pulled off the mask and admired the spacious chambers to which he had been led by a quiet elven servant. For some reason, the dark haired, masked elf had piqued his interest. She spoke the Common Tongue quite well in answer to his questions. She seemed…observant. Or perhaps it was just her piercing green eyes, which reminded him of Ellie and Lys. I'm probably imagining things. I know we'll be observed, but not every servant is a spy.
He found his own longtime man servant, Harry, unpacking his things. The elven woman spoke with Harry, answering his questions before leaving. Bryce walked over to the window that looked out onto a courtyard centered around a fountain as the two servants spoke. A carved lion sat on a pedestal in an attitude sejant[17] with water pouring from its open mouth into the circular pool below. Stones paved the area around the pool forming a rectangle. He guessed doors opened onto the courtyard from the ground floor two stories below. On the far side, plane trees lined the edge of the paved area. Benches placed beneath them remained unoccupied despite the warm, sunny day. The trees rustled in the breeze.
Harry came up beside him and placed a note on the windowsill. Bryce slid it over so he could read it.
Found only one spy hole in each room, both on the north wall. Should I plug them?
Bryce waved his hand, palm flat and facing down, over the note, indicating no. He and Harry had worked out subtle signals over the years.
"Would you like to rest before dinner, My Lord?"
"Yes, Harry. Perhaps you should acquaint yourself with the layout. You know how I often like evening treats when I can't sleep."
Harry grinned, knowing the listener, if there was one, would arrange for him to learn where to get such treats. It would be subtle, but the answer would confirm the observation post was occupied.
Bryce looked again at the courtyard. He noticed several of the benches had solid bases, with decorative carving. I wonder….the Falanni have similar benches in Antiva City. They provide listening posts. Sweet Andraste. They'll be nowhere he to meet privately I suspect. I wonder if Cailan knows.
Bryce sat in the cushioned chair by the window to read. From the location of the spy hole, he suspected one person could view both his rooms. Covering the holes would not provide full privacy. Any observer could still hear. They would simply have to be careful. He shook his head smiling. Oh, for an Arethian bathroom with a shower to mask a conversation.
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The Fereldan's met with their Orlesian counterparts in the morning. King Cailan led his delegation into the large studio. Introductions were made. Chancellor Guerrin left with Arl Broughten and the Orlesian Minister of Trade to finalize the Redcliffe Trade Compound agreement, much to his dismay. That left King Cailan and Teyrn Cousland to meet with the Grand Seigneurs to agree on the other topics of discussion. Marriage contracts and joint mining projects headed the list.
King Cailan assured Eamon that his presence would not be required. Bryce, whom he introduced as his Foreign Minister, would take the lead in all discussions. Eamon, as Chancellor, would advise, representing Ferelden's domestic interests. The king insisted that Eamon should be involved in the trade talks as both Chancellor and the Arl of Redcliffe. Bann Teagan would join him. Cailan had shrugged at Eamon's objections, smiled and patted Eamon on the shoulder while gently pushing him towards the door. Bryce had covered a chuckle with cough. When did Cailan develop finesse? That's what Maric would have done.
Once the Grand Seigneurs agreed to a schedule of meetings they left, leaving King Cailan and Teyrn Cousland alone in the studio.
"Well, we cleared the room nicely," Cailan said. "We have most of the morning ahead of us without Eamon."
"He'll be angry."
"He'll be annoyed. He's always annoyed. Arl Broughten and Bann Teagan can follow through at future meetings, but Eamon should be aware of what's happening in his own arling. I'm tired of reminding him that I am king."
Bryce refrained from commenting.
"So, no diplomatic rejoinder, Teyrn Cousland?" Cailan smiled.
"None, Your Majesty."
"You should have seen Eamon's face when I told him about your gifts to the empress. I told him separate gifts, in addition to my own, were appropriate from a Teyrn who was my Foreign Minister. He'd be trying to decide what he could find on short notice that wouldn't overshadow my gift, but would better yours if he knew what your gift is." Cailan rubbed his neck, grimacing slightly. "You should watch your back, though. I hadn't realized how jealous he was of your position."
"No? I'm afraid I've been aware of it for five years now." Bryce spoke softly and guided Cailan closer to the door. "I suspect we're observed here, Your Majesty."
"Ah, yes I'm sure you're correct, but someone listening outside the door is too obvious?"
Bryce nodded yes.
"You're sure it was Eamon who put your name forward?" Cailan whispered.
"Positive, but no proof. Nor am I sure if Howe was aiding Eamon or hoping I would win. Howe's motives…wealth certainly, but more recognition perhaps? An Arling owing fealty only to the king? Regardless, Esmerelle would only act at his command."
Cailan laughed. "He has a paramour in Denerim too it's said."
"Possibly more than one. He's a man of large appetites. Fortunately, he has not threatened me directly. Eamon, of course, is looking for a third Teynir in the southwest. That might be Howe's objective as well. Combine Amaranthine and Denerim into a Teyrnir."
"Father used to say that too. A third teyrnir for either would infuriate the Landsmeet. They would never agree. Wulff and Bryland would rightfully complain." Cailan looked at Teyrn Bryce. "As would you, I imagine."
"A Teyrnir, yes. And there's no reason, for Howe. He can change allegiance at will. Establish an Arling owing fealty only to you. Asking the Landsmeet for approval would be wise, but even that's not required."
Cailan nodded. "Not so simple for Eamon in his fortress with no vassals."
Bryce grinned. "And an ambitious, Orlesian wife."
Cailan could only snort in response.
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The formal audience with Empress Celene took place after the ringing of the Nones bells. Upon entering the small audience room, Bryce surveyed the crowd. All were masked, as was the Fereldan embassy. Most were men, but a few women stood among the crowd. All wore Court dress, which, for most, did not include armor. A dozen Guard stood at intervals along the paneled walls. Their silver, black and red armor stood out against the dark, carved wood. Clerestory windows brought light into the space. Most windows were clear, but a few had colored glass which sprinkled the gathered nobility and the polished marble floor with specks of rose, green, blue and gold.
A flamboyantly dressed herald stood to the right of the Imperial Throne. Less obvious, was the exquisitely armored person standing to the left in the front of the room. The individual, Bryce guessed an elf based on the short, slim stature, wore perfectly crafted black armor, a light helmet, covering the ears, and a simple black and silver mask. A dark braid provided the only indication the elf was, most likely, a woman.
Dragonbone, unless I'm mistaken. She wears a small fortune.
Before he could think further, the herald announced the Empress. Celene entered from behind the throne and seated herself. Everyone in the room bowed, some lower than others depending on their station. Cailan, the only other unmasked person in the room, merely inclined his head, while placing right hand on his heart.
The herald proceeded to announce the Fereldan embassy. Led by Ambassador Hugh, the king and four nobles moved forward.
"Welcome, King Cailan. We are pleased to see you here in Val Royeaux again. It's gratifying to think another year of peace has passed between our two nations."
"Your Radiance, it pleases us to greet you. Perhaps we can celebrate another year of peace and prosperity next year in Denerim."
Cailan motioned Bann Teagan forward. Teagan approached the Herald as King Cailan spoke.
"We hope you accept this small token of our admiration."
The Imperial Herald accepted the package and set it on a table.
"We will consider your invitation, Your Majesty. It's been almost ten years since we last visited your capital. We accept your kind gift." She nodded at the Herald.
"Her Radiance, the Empress Celene, acknowledges the gift of a bound manuscript from His Royal Majesty the King of Ferelden."
"I'm intrigued, Your Majesty. What is this manuscript?"
"A history, Your Radiance, of the Avvar tribes who inhabit the Frostback Mountains written by a Chantry Scholar."
"How interesting, Your Majesty. Inhabitants of our respective borderlands, yes?"
She shifted her gaze to Chancellor Guerrin. "And Chancellor Guerrin. Welcome. We're pleased to see you looking so well. Your health has been good, yes?"
Eamon looked disconcerted. "My health…umm yes...quite fine, Your Radiance."
"We're so glad to hear it. And you Arl Broughten. Your family, they are well? I understand you have a lovely daughter."
"I am pleased to return to Val Royeaux, Your Radiance. I thank you for inquiring after my family. I do have a daughter, Philippa. She serves our queen, at present, in Denerim."
"Ah yes, I heard she served as a Lady-in-Waiting to your lovely queen. I am sure that is good training." The Empress's eyes passed over Bann Teagan dismissively and returned to King Cailan. "And the new member of your embassy, Your Majesty. We have perhaps met before?"
"Your Radiance, may I present Teyrn Bryce Cousland of Highever my Foreign Minister."
Bryce bowed his most courtly bow. "Je suis heureux de faire votre connaissance, Votre Majesté Impériale. Vous avez raison. Nous avons rencontré il ya dix ans dans Denerim, lor votre visite a Roi Maric."
As he rose he saw surprise flicker then disappear as Celene composed herself.
"Vous parlez Orlesian, Teyrn Cousland. Bravo! We thought we recalled your face. Quite the courtier, yes?"
"Je l'espere, Votre Majesté Impériale." He stifled a smirk at Arl Eamon's surprised look. If he had done his homework, he would know I speak Orlesian.
"Your accent…it is Nevarran?"
"Yes, Your Radiance. I have family ties in Nevarra."
"Ah, yes. Moranghasts and Haris, n'est pas?"
"Oui, Your Radiance. You are, not surprisingly, well informed."
Bryce turned to two servants who moved forward carrying two chests. "Since this is our first meeting, Your Radiance, I also brought gifts from my Teyrnir of Highever."
The Imperial Herald received the chests.
"I am curious, Teyrn Cousland. What could those chests contain?"
"One chest holds several bottles of Highever's best uisge baugh or aqua vitae. Water of life, we call it." He smiled. "It can be an acquired taste, however, so the other chest holds several bottles of very fine Antivan brandy."
Empress Celene almost smiled. "I like you Teyrn Cousland. Thank you." Celene surprised the room, by using to the singular personal pronoun. "We will get along well. We look forward to seeing you frequently."
Even Cailan eyebrows raised at this last exchange.
Maker, they'll leave me here if this familiarity keeps up. Bryce thought. What is she playing at? They are unremarkable gifts.
Celene turned her attention back to King Cailan. "I look forward to meeting with you further, Your Majesty. Our private discussions are always…constructive, yes?" Empress Celene smiled using the singular pronoun again, as if to mollify Cailan, and then swept her arm in front of her.
"We look forward to mutually beneficial discussions again this year with our Fereldan friends. Our Ministers will engage with you to ensure success." Empress Celene rose and the Fereldan's and Orlesians bowed again as she left.
"Well, you certainly made an impression, Bryce." Cailan chuckled. "I should have realized you spoke Orlesian with your Nevarran ties. I suppose we should feel relieved it did not offend Her Radiance."
Bryce sighed to himself in relief. Cailan did not seem upset by his exchange with the Empress. "My accent is slight I'm told. Cumberland speaks a very similar dialect to that spoken in Val Chevin."
They turned towards the door, only to find Eamon blocking their way. "Quite the performance, Teyrn Cousland."
Bryce smiled and shrugged slightly. "I speak the language, Eamon. I saw no need to hide it, particularly when I suspect her people already knew."
"No, no of course not." He nodded. "Valid point. They would be suspicious if, as you say, they already knew."
"Come, gentlemen," King Cailan prodded. "We dine in our quarters tonight. You can all join me my rooms and we'll make an evening of it."
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Meetings continued the next morning. Again, King Cailan sent a Teagan, Philip Broughten and a grumbling Eamon, off to finalize the terms of the Redcliffe Trade Compound. He and Teyrn Cousland met with several nobles and the Interior Minister about mining. Bryce brought two of his mining experts along and already had the outline of an agreement in mind. He let the Orlesians present their needs and concerns, then presented his proposal addressing them. The Orlesians, surprised, agreed to review it with their experts and meet again later in the week.
"I think we will come to agreement fairly easily. The western slope of the Frostbacks presents the obvious area to prospect. It avoids clashes with Nevarra, allows us to see where the Orlesians go along our border and we can point them further south and east. The foothills south of Lydes may hold some ore as well. We can move on to less salutary locations in the future."
"It seems too easy."
"Let's see what they come back with, Your Majesty. We must be careful not to encroach on Dwarven mines, although they tend dig more deeply. The Orlesians know that. They have good relations with King Endrin. Perhaps I will suggest a delegation visit King Endrin to inform him of our purpose." Bryce cocked his head and smiled at Cailan. "Have you been to Orzammar?"
"Once, with father, when I was very young. Are you suggesting I return?"
"It might be interesting to meet with the King. Let's give it some thought, Your Majesty. Fergus will beg to join you I think. He enjoyed our last visit." Bryce chuckled. "Actually, Lys might try to tag along too."
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The dinner held in honor of the Fereldan delegation the next afternoon proved informal by Orlesian standards. Orlesian servants escorted the five nobles to the Petite Salle à Manger. Somewhat larger than the hall at Castle Cousland, a long table, covered with a linen cloth, spanned one end of the room on a raised platform. Two other wider tables ran parallel to each other down the length of the room. Chairs lined only one side of the head table, but both sides of the lower tables. Opposite the double doors of the entry, on the far wall, large windows provided light to supplement the candelabra placed on the tables. Through the windows Bryce could see the courtyard with the Lion fountain which was visible from his rooms.
"They hold evening "suppers" in the Grand Salon," Teagan whispered to Bryce. "Hundreds often attend those. We'll probably have to suffer through one the night before we leave."
"We've attended similar ones in Cumberland, truth be told," Bryce whispered back. "Although usually during Satinalia. Sometimes you're lucky and get seated with a convivial group."
"And sometimes not," Teagan muttered as he found his seat at the end of the head table next to his brother.
Bryce chuckled as he moved farther along the head table. His amusement deepened when he discovered his name on the seat to the left of the Empress. King Cailan, of course, was to Celene's right. He glanced at the place tag to his own left. Naturally, Seigneur Denis de Rievaulx. Philip was next and then Seigneur Guy de Montafilan. Time for the betrothal discussion to begin.
Once he found the location of his seat, Bryce walked to the windows. No one could sit until the Empress appeared, so the guests took a glass of wine or ale and wandered the salon chatting. Standing alone with is wine, Bryce looked across the paved courtyard to the formal gardens beyond. At this level, the gardens beyond the courtyard were visible beyond the trees.
Grass and stone covered paths ran between carefully clipped shrubbery. No colorful blooms interrupted the geometric perfection. He admired the artistry, but missed the colors and curves of a Ferelden garden. Several windows opened on to the courtyard and some guests had gone out to enjoy the breeze. Feeling a presence, he turned to find a handsome young nobleman, masked of course, standing beside him. "Teyrn Cousland, I think," the young man said.
"Yes, is it so obvious?"
"No. Arl Broughten pointed you out to me. I'm Denis de Rievaulx." The young man bowed slightly as he introduced himself.
Denis de Rievaulx surprised Bryce. His hose, tunic and sleeveless gown were of fine silk and wool cloth. The green and black colors more subdued than most other Orlesians wore. His three quarter mask, green with gold feathers on one temple and gold etching on the cheeks left his mouth visible.
"I am pleased to meet you, Seigneur."
Empress Celene entered at that point. She again wore no mask. King Cailan had explained that she rarely wore a mask, which is why he did not wear one. Everyone bowed, then moved to stand by their chairs. Celene sat and the company followed, but not before each removed their mask and hung it on a hook on the back of their chair. One did not eat and drink through full masks, apparently. Denis de Rievaulx explained that at very formal occasions one carried a half mask to replace the full one during a meal, but here, during an informal dinner, it was not necessary. Bryce surveyed the room and noticed a few did wear the half mask, but most ate barefaced.
Denis surprised Bryce by discussing mining. Apparently his lands, or rather his father's lands, around Lydes held ore deposits. At present none of the old mines still produced.
"Perhaps you could visit. My father would welcome you and your family. It's not a long trip by ship."
"I'll consider it, Lord de Rievaulx." Bryce smiled.
"I would like to offer you a chance to see more of the countryside here, Teyrn Cousland. I have a small manor just outside the city. I'm afraid this is not the season for hunting, but we can ride. I have a fine stable. I'm sure we can find you a compatible mount."
"A generous offer, Lord de Rievaulx. And tempting, but I have yet to see any of the city. I hoped to visit the Grande Cathédrale, of course, and the University."
"Ah, but I can arrange that. I've attended lectures at the University. I'm afraid I'm a secret scholar." Lord Denis grinned.
Maker, could they have picked a more appealing match for Lys?
"What did you study?"
"Some mathematics and history. An odd combination, but those are my interests."
"Do you enjoy music?"
"Ah, but of course. Singing, playing the lute." He laughed. "As a young boy I hoped to become a minstrel. Father did not approve, but did indulge me with music instruction." He took a drink from his wine glass. "But we digress. I can take you on a tour or the city. We can end with dinner at my town house. If you like, you can spend the night and we can go to the manor the following day. Can your king do without you for two or three days?"
Empress Celene touched Bryce's arm.
"Teyrn Cousland, did I hear Denis offer you a tour of the city? You must go, of course. And visit his country manor. This is your first visit to our country. You must see it, so you may take back good reports."
Celene turned to Cailan. "Your Majesty, you can do without Teyrn Cousland for a few days, yes?"
Cailan leaned forward. "And where will you be, Bryce?"
"Seigneur de Rievaulx has offered to take me on a tour of the city and the country side around his manor."
Cailan grinned. "Ah, then I can approve. I don't want Teyrna Eleanor accusing me of debauching you."
Bryce raised an eyebrow. "I think that unlikely, Your Majesty."
Cailan's grin widened. "Go. You can meet with the Minister about mining when you return."
"Thank you, Your Radiance. Your Majesty. I do look forward to getting to know Orlais better."
"So that's settled?"
"It appears so, Lord de Rievaulx."
"Then I'll meet you in the morning. We'll ride. I'll have a mount with me."
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Lord de Rievaulx insisted that he meet Bryce quite early and visit the Grande Cathédrale just after sunrise. He did not explain why. When the two men arrived at the Cathédrale, Lord Denis, as the young man insisted Bryce call him, led him directly through the nave and past the crossing to the choir. As they passed through the stalls where the brothers and sisters sang the Chant, Bryce felt Andraste's words surround him as he never had before. He stopped in the center of the choir to listen, but Lord Denis urged him on. In a moment he saw why.
With the Chant continuing to reverberate around and through him, he faced a wall of colored glass towering above him. This end of the Cathédrale faced east. As the sun rose above the city roofs it illuminated the window from the top down, revealing each phase of Andraste's story in turn. He had never seen anything so beautiful.
Lord de Rievaulx did not speak as Bryce watched the sun's light illuminate more and more of the great window. Ruby reds, citron yellows, emerald greens, royal purples and a variety of blues ranging from pale topaz to deep sapphire each changed from opaque to translucent as the sun rose higher. The stone floor beneath them reflected the colors until he felt surrounded by sound, color and light. This was an experience he wanted to share with those he loved. He felt Eleanor's absence more than ever standing before this great window listening to sounds of the Chant.
The two men stood silently until the long after the sun had completed its illumination of the window.
"Thank you, Lord Denis," Bryce whispered. "This…I have no words for magnificence." He chuckled quietly, "Although, I must admit surprise that no one else is here to appreciate it." Bryce's eyes narrowed. "Was that arranged?"
"No! No, it's taken for granted, I'm afraid. It's only a few travelers who rise early, discover it and stand in awe. I discovered it by accident that way, myself, arriving early one day on my first visit without my parents. I decided I would get up early and explore the city. I just happened to arrive at the right moment. Ever since, I've wondered the same thing, but when I mentioned it I only received shrugs. I never tire of seeing it. I'm glad to share it."
The two men took a more leisurely tour on the way out, looking up at the ceiling arching above them. Part of the Cathédrale, the newer section where they stood, had stone vaulted ceilings which continued through the choir to the dome at the crossing. The transept arms extending north and south from the crossing were also vaulted in stone, but the more ancient nave retained its wooden beams and painted ceiling.
Carvings of common folk, outlandish demons and imaginary creatures graced the corbels supporting the upper arches, decorated choir stall arms, appeared under the choir seats and adorned column capitals. Foxes, birds and other animals peered out from vine covered capitals. Bryce found the carvings both beautiful and amusing. He assumed the carvers must have copied the faces of each other and their fellow townsfolk, when they were not creating fantastical creatures. Common faces depicted the butcher, the goodwife, the merchant, the neighbor with a toothache and the elven servant. They congregated along the base of the second story arcade at each corbel and again under the clerestory which formed the third story. Even the point where the ceiling arches converged held decorative sculpture. One visit did not do the vast Cathédrale justice.
They ended their visit by climbing the north tower at the Cathédrale's west end. Val Royeaux spread out before them. Lord Denis gave Bryce a visual tour, pointing out not only the major landmarks, but the neighborhoods and the countryside beyond the wall. The University buildings created a walled compound to the northwest. The palace grounds, also walled, lay just below the north tower on which they stood. To the east, the White Spire rose. The Circle compound also had its encircling wall.
The Chantry's Val Royeaux compound spread out around the Cathédrale. A cloister surrounded a courtyard to the south. Beyond that ranges of buildings provided further housing for the Divine's Household, the Templars, the Knight-Vigilant, the Knights-Divine, the order of Seekers and sundry other Chantry operatives. Lord Denis mentioned that the Chantry had a large monastery just outside the city where the brothers and sisters farmed, ran a dairy and provided much of the food and drink required by the compound's inhabitants.
To his surprise and chagrin, Bryce enjoyed the young Orlesian lord's company over the next two days. Lord de Rievaulx exhibited none of the patronizing, haughty condescension he had experienced from many Orlesian nobles. The heir to an old title in Lydes, the young nobleman lived in Val Royeaux while his father remained on the manor. He represented the family's interests at Court, attended University lectures, hunted and entertained on his estate and managed his own lands there. The extensive Lydes lands, still under his father's management, included potentially rich ore and gem deposits in the Frostback foothills south of Lydes. Young Lord Denis spoke knowledgeably of the terrain and sought to learn more from Bryce.
When they visited the great University, Denis familiarity with the lecturers and buildings made it clear he had been truthful about his attendance. Of course, he could have been prepared before Bryce's arrival, but Bryce considered it unlikely. What did cause disquiet was how well they must know Lys, to choose such a good match. He had no doubt his daughter would like this man.
9:29 Dragon Justinian === Calenhad's Ghost sailing east on the Waking Sea
Calenhad's Ghost sailed east, passing just north of Jader, on its way home from Val Royeaux. The visit had gone better and worse than Bryce had expected. There had been no policy surprises. Chancellor Guerrin and King Cailan had signed the agreement opening an Orlesian trading compound in Redcliffe. Bryce remained concerned about the open travel, but did not speak of it. The mining agreements had been drawn up and signed. Highever would provide mining expertise to Orlais over the next year. A review and renewal of the agreement would occur during next year's visit. The existing trading compounds in Amaranthine, Highever and Denerim would continue with their current privileges. The two young lords would visit Highever for Satinalia to court their prospective brides. All agreed that marriage contracts could be drawn up after the visit. The marriages would happen on First Day in Highever.
On the positive side, Empress Celene had not mentioned Queen Anora or Crown Princess Elin in any but the most complimentary ways. No suggestions to set Anora aside and no requests to betroth or foster Princess Elin in Orlais had been voiced.
I would remain wary, Bryce Cousland had advised. She may simply wait until the princess is older and of an age for fostering. The same may be true for a betrothal. Cailan had agreed, appreciating the reasoned advice of the Teyrn. Eamon, on the other hand, had switched to a new suggestion. He invited Queen Anora and Princess Elin to visit the Malvoix family in Val Chevin with Isolde. He and Cailan had been arguing ever since.
Given the tense atmosphere between the king and his Chancellor, Cailan and Bryce agreed any visit to Cumberland would have to come later. In the meantime, Bryce could pursue discussions unofficially.
Cailan met with Empress Celene almost daily, but Teyrn Cousland only met her during several formal audiences, the welcome dinner and a grand farewell supper. The Empress, young as she was, was impressive. Her elven attendant, Briala, rumored to be her spymaster, was beautiful, enigmatic and completely unlike the Empress' other Ladies-in-Waiting. Bryce recalled discussing both with Maric years ago.
He shook his head regretting things left undone when Maric died. We never did arrange the surveillance we thought necessary. So many mistakes, omissions and oversights. What would Maric think of us? He leaned farther over the rail. What will Lys think of me? He laughed ruefully. Lys? What will Eleanor think? Maybe I should have just said no, as Howe did. At least I left it open. Anora disapproves. Lys may be able to decline and stay with the Queen.
Bryce swore to himself that Eleanor would accompany him next time. He laughed, but then of course she would if Lys had married Lord de Rievaulx by then. For better or worse, the next year would be full of change. Raised voices interrupted his thoughts.
"No, Eamon I don't agree."
Eamon had seriously overstepped his official purview when he upbraided Cailan for his outright refusal to allow Princess Elin to embark on an extended visit to Val Royeaux accompanied by her Aunt Isolde. Once on board ship, Eamon did not stop importuning the King. Again he suggested Cailan consider setting Anora aside.
Cailan rolled his eyes. Back to setting Anora aside. Will he not learn. Even the Orlesians has not raised it during his visit. "I have a wife, Eamon. We have a child. Ferelden has a Queen and Crown Princess. The people, the Bannorn and the nobles all love the queen and the princess. They're more popular than I am." He glared at the Arl. "Why would you raise this? Even the Empress has dropped it and any suggestions that Princess Elin be fostered in Orlais.
"Cailan, I don't suggest you set the Crown Princess aside. I only speak of Anora. We'll worry about succession later. The eldest doesn't have to succeed you. You need a noble wife who will bear noble children."
I have a noble wife, Eamon. The daughter of a Teyrn. Our daughter is a Crown Princess."
Eamon sniffed. "A puffed up farmer raised above his meagre station. Anora is…for want of a better word, common."
Cailan glared. "The Teyrn of Gwaren, my father's friend, earned his rewards. Loghain's father was knight who fought with King Brandel at Lothering. Loghain led Ferelden to glorious victory against the Orlesians. Your father and sister held him in high regard. I have my differences with Loghain, but he is Teyrn of Gwaren and general of Ferelden's forces.
"And Anora? Common? She's as common as Andraste's Grace in Firstfall or a rose in Haring. Have you looked at your wife Eamon. The shrill, screaming , woman who beats children?"
"Beats children? Cailan you insult my wife who comes from a noble Orlesian family."
"Really? I saw Alistair beaten at Isolde's command."
Eamon paled. He had not realized Cailan had witnessed that unfortunate error on Isolde's part. Not that the boy didn't deserve it, but it should not have been done when others could see.
"Eamon," Cailan continued. "Your wife comes from a minor branch of an unimportant family. They descend from a younger son's youngest son's daughter. That daughter married a merchant to keep the family farmhold. That merchant was Isolde's grandfather. He restored the family fortunes. Her father became a chevalier, managed to make several strategic friendships and performed a few heroic deeds during the Occupation. Orlais rewarded him with Redcliffe Castle, if he could keep it. Several other chevaliers had refused the honor, since the arling came with so little land and no purpose. A border stronghold is unnecessary when there is no border.
"Lord Malvoix failed and you won it back. Isolde became his new bargaining chip. The estate in Val Chevin? Conferred on him by Emperor Florian as a reward when Isolde became betrothed to you. The ancestral estate near Montsimmard? A modest farmhold with a ruined Keep and a large farmhouse. Isolde's mother's family? Minor nobility in Val Chevin."
"You make this up."
"No Eamon, I repeat intelligence. And you overstep. My parents, both of them, had her investigated when you asked to marry. I found the report. It's all true. Father and Mother knew it and kept you at a distance. They tried to block the marriage. He finally gave in. I suppose he became convinced she would do no harm. He finally removed Alistair from your guardianship because of her.
"I allowed you to become my advisor because I wanted to develop friendly relations with Orlais. I respected your political acumen. I trusted you as my uncle. Teyrn Cousland had opposed me and Loghain left. You seemed a better choice than Howe. I still think you were. Teyrn Cousland, however, should have also been at my side from the start, but you opposed that didn't you? Loghain and Anora advised me to reconcile with Teyrn Bryce, but you said no and I took your advice."
Cailan stepped back and crossed his arms. "I'm rejecting your advice now. I will not give Ferelden back to Orlais. Nor will I make an enemy of Orlais. While I consider our disputes with Orlais a thing of the past, I will not surrender Ferelden to Orlesian control. We will coexist, as separate nations. Empress Celene in Orlais; Anora and I in Ferelden. Perhaps there will be noble marriages, but there will be no royal one. Not me. Not Elin. Nor will my daughter or any other child of mine be fostered by Orlesians."
Placing his hand on his chest Eamon said, "I cannot remain your Chancellor if you insist on insulting my family and refusing my advice."
"Eamon, being Chancellor means you advise me. It does not mean we will always agree. I suggest you return to Redcliffe for a time to think. I understand its defenses need updating. Certainly establishment of the trading compound should be overseen Ferelden needs a stronghold near the Orlesian border. Perhaps you should focus on that for a while. You should be prepared if the darkspawn threat becomes worse."
Eamon stood frozen, his features becoming pale. His hand remained on his chest, unmoving. "You're accepting my resignation?"
"No, not yet. We both need time to think. I am suggesting you take some time to recover from our travels. Think about the policies I propose. Remind yourself who is king. Return for the Landsmeet. We'll meet again then and decide how we proceed." Cailan spoke dismissively as he turned to join Teyrn Cousland and Arl Broughten at the opposite rail.
"Your Majesty, -
"-Eamon, our conversation is finished. Teyrn Cousland can advise me on diplomatic matters as Foreign Minister. Loghain can see to our armies. Leave Teagan in Denerim if you wish. He and Howe can advise me in your absence. I'm sure Teagan will represent your interests."
9:29 Dragon Justinian === Royal Palace, Val Royeaux
The panel slid open. Briala entered the imperial apartment.
"Your Radiance, bon soir."
Empress Celene looked up from her reading. "Briala. Our guests have departed?"
"On the evening tide, yes."
"A successful visit I think?"
"We achieved all our goals. The Redcliffe Trade Compound will allow us to penetrate all of Ferelden. Perhaps find lost operatives and create new ones?" Briala sat in a chair across from Celene. "The mining agreement seems to benefit everyone. The Lord Chamberlain and Grand Master both seem quite pleased. The marriage contracts have been drafted. King Cailan approved them. They await the final approval of Teyrn Cousland and Arl Broughten. Or, if we understand them correctly, the approval of their daughters. That should happen after Satinalia."
"A bizarre custom. Do all Fereldan's allow young noble women to pick their own husbands?"
"Not so much pick, as retain the right of refusal it seems. Both men seem to think the girls will be won over."
"So our young Lord de Rievaulx has captivated the teyrn?"
"To the Teyrn's dismay, yes."
"Dismay?"
"Yes. He did not want to like Rievaulx, but he does. A masterful choice."
"Not so masterful. How many Orlesian lords would share the Couslands' beliefs? We know the family respects knowledge, creates wealth from their holdings, thinks trade brings peace and believes fair treatment of their subjects enriches everyone. Lydes has those unusual views and has passed them to his son. It worked out better than I expected."
"Teyrn Cousland knew we observed him, but we still managed to overhear a few discussions between him and Arl Broughten. They will suggest to their wives and daughters that the betrothals be announced during the Satinalia visit and that the marriages follow on Summerday in Highever, as we wished. Apparently the Couslands have entertained the king at Summerday many times. They hope you will attend and go on to visit King Cailan in Denerim."
"That…would be possible. I like that idea, Briala. We will get to meet the little Princess." Celene smiled. "Perhaps I can convince her mother I mean them no harm."
"Queen Anora will not convince easily."
"No, but I enjoy a challenge, Briala. I shall have to be quite convincing." Celene stood and untied the belt that held her robe closed. She put her hands on the arm of the chair and leaned over Briala. "Perhaps we shall have to be convincing, chérie."
[17] Heraldic position. Sitting on its haunches.
A/N: Thank you for reading. A long chapter, but I did not want to break it up into two. I hope my intrigue is not too convoluted. Sometimes it sounds better in my head. I couldn't resist introducing Celene and Briala. We'll see how far off I am in April when the new book comes out. The next chapter will move on to other events of 9:29 Dragon.
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