Hehe...poor guys. I'm absolutely loving this. Thanx for reviewing personages! You make writing worth doing...actually,
I'm crazy enough that I would probably write it for kicks and giggles, but feedback does help. :) If there's anything you'd like
to see happen, feel free to comment! I love plagiaris...I mean, constructive criticism. ;p~ This story really did come out of
my own head (which is a scary place to peak into) and, if you've read the entire story, you know who belongs to whom (and
yes, that is correct grammar). ALL HAIL DAVID EDDINGS AND LADY BEVIER!*Cackles.*And feel pity for
LB...school starts again. On second thought, I feel pity for everyone starting school. And a peculiar bit of envy, since I'm
not heading back to school at the moment and my social life just went down the drain. o_O
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"Allow me to quote my favorite passage of scripture...I mean of David Eddings," Marjory grinned. She cleared her throat.
"Just to clear some things up, this isn't when I fell in love with Bevier, just the description of him and your meeting. 'Sir
Bevier was a Cyrinic Knight from Arcium. His formal armor was burnished to a silvery sheen, and his surcoat was white.
His helmet had no visor, but rather bore heavy cheekpieces and a formidable nose guard. He dismounted in the courtyard,
hung his shield and his Lochaber axe on his saddlebow, and removed his helmet. Bevier was young and somewhat slender.
His complexion was olive and his hair curly and blue-black.'" (AN~Yes, that is a direct quote from Diamond Throne, pg
244.) Marjory and Carol both sighed at the same time. Marjory turned a dreamy gaze on Bevier and Carol glanced coyly at
Tynian.
"Isn't that so romantic?" she asked him.
"You're crazy..." Tynian said, eyes wide as he gazed between the two.
"Only crazy about you!" Carol responded. Marjory cleared her throat again. "Oh, she's getting to the good part! Shhh!"
Marjory perched daintily on the edge of the table, her eyes beginning to spark mischievously. "So, when did I become-oh, I
blush just saying it!-Lady Bevier? Well, that becomes a bit more complicated. As we all know, Bevier takes his knightly
duties very seriously. It was a quick engagement," she said, rolling her eyes. "And the ceremony was very small and quiet."
"I was there!" Carol chimed in, a mischievous glint entering her eyes as well.
"There were many secret meetings outside the Cyrinic chapter house, beginning in his novitiate. Clandestine meetings under
the full moon...passionate embraces...*sigh* the works... Finally, neither of us could wait anymore! We just had to be
married so that no one could ever come between us."
Carol leapt to her feet. "That same night, Bevier snuck out of the Cyrinic Chapterhouse and he and Marjory found a quiet
little chapel where they could speak their vows to each other." She sighed.
"Naturally," Marjory said, "we needed witnesses. So I brought Carol along and Bevier brought a dear, dear friend who died
in battle not long after the wedding."
They all looked at Marjory oddly. "And just who was this dear friend?" Bevier asked tightly.
Marjory tsk'ed. "I understand your pain and frustration, darling. The night was so hectic that I could barely remember Carol
was present, let alone a friend of your own. And it's only natural for your mind to block out unpleasant memories." His jaw
worked soundlessly, and then he spun around.
Carol took over the narrative again. "I hope that this explains to you why Bevier prays so much," she said solemnly.
Marjory caught her eye and raised an eyebrow. Everyone else looked on, speechless. "It was because he left Marjory not
long after they were wed. That's why you've never heard of her and why he prays so much. He is beseeching the Elene god
for forgiveness for his heartless abandonment."
"Now hold on just a minute here!" Bevier snarled, whirling around. His jaw and hands were clenched and he was glaring
murderously at Marjory. A tiny tick had started under his left eye.
Marjory reacted quickly, leaping into his startled arms and placing one hand over his lips. "Don't speak of the past, my love.
It can only bring back unpleasant memories. Just, let me remember you now and remember only our joyous reunion."
Carol sniffed and patted Tynian's head. "I just love happy endings!"