"She's BACK! Our lady is BACK," he continued to cackle merrily. He danced about the room screeching, but Hesara's attention was diverted to the sound of rushing feet and looked quickly to the door as Astrid bursted in,"By Sithis, this ends now!"

She was looking all over the room angrily before narrowing in on the Jester,"Back away, fool! Whatever you've been planning is over!"

She jerked her head and slowly Hesara made her way over,"Are you all right? I heard the commotion. Who was Cicero talking to? Where's the accomplice?"

She looked around the room behind the Bosmer, snarling,"Reveal yourself, traitor!"

Cicero ran up to them, still grinning widely and at every other word, glanced at Hesara,"I only spoke to the Night Mother! I spoke to the Night Mother, but she didn't speak to me! Oh no! She spoke only to her."

He turned to point at her, his eyes shining with excitement and laughed again,"She's BACK! Our lady mother is BACK! She finally chose chose chose chose! She can finally speak to us! Speak to us throooooough~"

He paused for a moment before screeching happily once more,"THE LISTENEEEEEERRRRRR!"

Both women cringed at the sound. Outside Hesara could hear Arnbjorn growl in annoyance and Veezara's hiss of pain. When he went back to giggling erratically, Astrid turned to face the still silent Bosomer,"Arnbjorn heard the commotion and I knew you'd been found out. But what is that fool blathering about?

"He's saying I'm a listener." A gasp filled the silent room.

"No no noooooo," Cicero said, jumping between her and Astrid, looking a little desperate," Not a listener! THEEEEE LISTENER!"

Hesara blinked at him before talking over his head to Astrid,"The Mother talked. She said I was hers."

Astrid's face remained blank, but her brows furrowed as she took in the information.

"She wants a job done. A Mortierre person. He wants to talk."

Cicero let out another loud squeal and started jumping all over the place in glee,"She spoke! Spoke spoke spoke spoke! We can hear her! Her will shall be DONE!"

"No," Astrid gasped, losing her cool facade for a moment,"No no no no! Don't do ANYTHING. Not, not yet."

Both watched as she left the room, looking like her whole world had ended and Cicero grumbled darkly,"Ooooh, Defiler! Fraud! She does not believe in the Night Mother!"

He turned and grinned up at her crazily,"We'll make her see, won't we? The Night Mother has chosen a LISTENER! LISTENER!"

His crazy giggling started up again,"She's back back back baaaaaAAAAAACK! Blood will flow through Skyrim again and paint the skies red!"

Hesara stared for a while at Cicero, not really hearing what he was babbling about,"Mortierre. Mortierre," she thought but the name brought no memories or even bells maybe in another mind...one that had been around for a longer time. She found Babette hunched over the medical herbs she had gathered from outside, carefully grating them with a frown of concentration. She looked over as the scratching of a quill, along with Cicero's constant giggling becoming louder. Hesara handed over a piece of paper.

"Oh? And what is this," the little vampire asked, gently taking the paper. She studied it for just a moment before a slow smile curved her lips,"The Mortierre family," she asked, hming quietly and tapping her cheek,"That is a very old family. Breton, too, if I remember correctly."

She handed the slip of paper back,"That's all that I can really tell you."

Hesara frowned down at the paper as she tried to wonder what a member of an old Breton family would want with the Dark Brotherhood. Something was prodding the back of her mind that it was something more than a simple assassination.

"Mor-tierre,"Cicero's voice purred over her shoulder. The Fool was standing on the tips of his toes to read the name, grinning crazily,"The Mortierre family, needs MORE TEAR be-cause their blood is blue! Tear tear tear TEARY AIR, the Mortierre family fares are fair!

His laughter grated on her ear as he fell back. She turned around slowly to face him...and slapped him.

Author's Note:

Yeah, sorry this is a boring chapter, I promise it'll pick up in the next!

Cicero and everyone else belongs to Bethsada

Hesara is mine

Please review! Ideas are most welcome and I'll try to put them in the story!