Chapter 11) Origin of the Noble Champion, Hero of the North – Scion of the Couslands
Nuada Cousland POV
"Other lands may be ruled by people who believe they've been chosen by the Maker himself, but in Fereldan, rulers must earn their place." This view is often cited as one of the many ways my country is 'barbaric', but, as I've seen throughout my tenure as a diplomat's son, it's also the reason why Fereldan doesn't have as many problems as the other 'more civilized' countries. It's also the reason why my family has ruled Highever for nearly 600 years. We have always tried to be brave and just to all, regardless of rank or race, and it has earned us undying loyalty.
Of course, it has the price of always appearing strong, invincible even, when all you want to do is break down and bawl. It's a heavy burden knowing so many people, people you must take care of, look at you with adoring eyes, see you as something close to the Maker Himself, and you're all too aware of how human you really are. Mistakes might be forgiven by the people, but never forgotten, and mistakes cost lives.
My greatest dream is to live up to the expectations of my people. It is a dream I share with my twin sister, inherited from our father, and leads us to always push ourselves to the limits. But whether I fulfill that dream by pursuing the path of a noble or a warrior is something I must decide soon. My home is being threatened in the south, and time is running short. I will not run from the choice, though. I am a Cousland, and a Cousland never shows his back to anyone or anything.
"My lord, you have such skilled hands," Theresa giggled as I helped her do the lacings for her blouse.
"Careful with the compliments," I teased. "You might get another demonstration."
"Mmm, tempting!" We shared a laugh and I finished helping her get dressed. She was one of the nurses going down to Ostagar with the soldiers, but she'd wanted something fun to do as a stress release and I'd been happy to oblige, of course. I had to admire her choice of venue, though. I'd never rolled in the hay quite so literally.
"Please let me know if the protections failed," I requested, helping her up. "I know we used a couple, but there's still the chance."
"I will, milord," she promised, smiling. "But I'm sure it'll be fine."
"Nuada, are you in here?" a voice called. I recognized it immediately as Elspeth. "Nuada, Uncle Rendon arrived. We need greet him."
"Be right there," I replied, jumping down from the hayloft right next to her. "See?"
"You would be hiding in the stables." Most people would think she was just making a comment, but I could see the signs of exasperation. Maybe it was because we were twins, but I'd always been able to read her easily, despite many people crying that statues were more emotive.
"Oh, good afternoon, Lady Elspeth," Theresa greeted, smiling brightly at her. "Are you well, milady?"
"I'm fine," Elspeth reassured as I helped Theresa down. "I believe there was someone looking for you, though. I didn't catch her name, unfortunately. I'm sorry."
"It's probably Gwen, milady. We're supposed to do an inventory check today, before the march." She winked. "I got distracted."
"I'm sure." She reached over and helped Theresa get the straw out of her hair and the creases out of her dress. "There we go." She smiled slightly. "You look lovely."
"Thank you, milady." Like pretty much any other resident of Highever would've, she beamed. Most of Highever had learned by now that, while Elspeth was stoic, her actions spoke volumes about what she felt. Not to mention that many prized winning a small smile out of her. "I must take my leave, though."
"Take care."
"I will." She curtseyed to Elspeth, winked at me, and raced off to do her job.
"You've another admirer, 'Princess'," I teased, faking a dramatic sigh. "Oh woe is me! You're more successful with my conquests than me!"
"I'm sure you'll have plenty of bosoms to cry into," she muttered. "Perhaps you would like to go check in with Madelyn again?"
"I might in a few days. Her younger brother is marching, after all. She's probably sick with worry, and you know how she doesn't have the best health normally." I shook my head. "But I'm sure she's busy fixing uniforms even now, since she's one of our more talented seamstresses."
"She might not be as busy as you think. Uncle Rendon didn't come with all his soldiers."
I frowned at that. "I thought Father made the call for everyone."
"Yes, he did. From what I heard, though, the recent rains flooded the river."
"Of course that would happen now." It was strange, though. While we did have a lot of rain in the past few weeks, none of it seemed strong enough to flood a river, especially to the point where Uncle Rendon would've had to divert soldiers. Then again, I'd never been good when it came to weather's effects on the land. That was more of Fergus's thing. "So, the soldiers won't be marching today?"
"I don't know, but Father sent for us. We'll go see him first, and then greet Uncle Rendon if he's not with Father." She reached over and straightened my shirt. "I've been looking for you for nearly an hour."
"It's not like Father will care," I reminded her, picking out the straw from my own hair. "Anything stuck in my ponytail?"
She tiptoed to get a better look over my shoulder and plucked a few out. "There we go. You're presentable, at least."
"What? I don't get a 'lovely'?" I sighed mournfully again. "Oh, woe is me!"
"Someone has to keep your ego in check." She covered her mouth to hide her giggle. "Who knows how big it would get without me?"
"Ugh, I'd probably be more insufferable than Thomas and Vaughan combined!" The thought of being without Elspeth was, actually, pretty terrifying. While Father played diplomat all over the continent, we traveled with him, and often ended up with only each other in the midst of false friends. Likely, though, it would happen soon. Each day reminded me more and more we were destined for different paths, and I couldn't say I was exactly unhappy about my path. I just wished it would parallel hers a bit more.
Sensing my thoughts, she took my hand and gave me a smile. "You'll do well as a Warden," she whispered. "You and I both know that."
"And I won't as a Cousland," I sighed. "At least, I won't for much longer. I can't play the games like you and Fergus and the games are where everything is heading nowadays. I can't hide in the army for long."
"So, will you leave to join him in Ostagar, then?"
"I've no intention of joining the Wardens until I've a good grip on that violent streak I've got." Growing up, Elspeth served as my conscience. But, as a Warden, I'd be separated from her. I knew a lot about Wardens, probably more than most outsiders. Elspeth had been cross with Uncle Duncan for trying to recruit me three years ago and took her revenge by ferreting out as much information as she could. Neither of us believed she got everything, of course, but I, at least, knew about the Taint, knew Wardens would die from it, and that the Joining was either going to give me a slow or quick death. It was a shame she never thought to ask about the Archdemon, though, considering the current circumstances.
"You might never leave, in that case," she teased.
"I know! You must be so sad at that prospect." She covered her mouth again to hide another giggle. "Anyway, my favorite sister-"
"Don't let Oriana hear that!"
Oh, that would be a bad thing. Oriana was Antivan! "My favorite twin, we should really go meet Father."
"Now you're the responsible one?"
"I guess so. You should drag Dairran here later to be the irresponsible one."
"Nuada!"
When we entered the main hall, Father was chatting with Uncle Rendon. He turned to greet us when the guard announced our presence, but instead paused and reached over to pluck out a piece of straw from behind my ear. "Been inspecting the hay?" he asked dryly.
"Yes, Father," I replied cheekily. I thought I'd gotten them all. I must've just shoved it out of sight by accident. "It's very comfortable and smells amazing. You should take a nap there when you get a chance."
"Well, it would be a better bed than I'm likely to get at Ostagar. Camping is a nightmare with armies." Father could have a better bed, but he would never take better things than his men unless he absolutely had to. "Speaking of armies, Rendon, when do you think yours will arrive again?"
"Likely later tonight, Bryce," Uncle Rendon replied. "We could march tomorrow." He sighed. "I'm horribly sorry about another delay, dear friend."
"Rendon, I told you. The appearance of darkspawn after so many centuries has left us all scrambling." He absently tossed the piece of straw into the fire behind him. "I'll send Fergus ahead, and you and I will ride together, like we used to."
"When we had less grey in our hair and fought Orlesians, not myths."
"Shame we won't meet Bryland until far later, though. Remember how the three of us would gallop about?"
"So, do Nuada and I need to tell Fergus the current plans?" Elspeth asked, carefully breaking into the conversation. Uncle Rendon and Father could talk for ages about the 'good' memories of the Rebellion.
"Ah, yes, that's one thing I needed from you," Father confirmed, dragging himself out of memories. "The other thing is that I'm leaving the castle in your care, pups. Divide the labor as you see fit."
"So, I handle the labor stuff and Elpseth handles the thinking stuff?" I joked. "That sounds simple enough."
"As much as I know you enjoy fighting, Nuada, you know you'd be bored in a day if you only did that."
"Who said I was only doing that?"
"Maker, what am I going to do with you?" Still, he laughed. "Besides, you're really going to join a hunting party? You might have to do that early this year, all things considered."
"No, I will hunt," Elspeth muttered. "Nuada is far too noisy for it."
"I make good bait!" I protested with a laugh. I knew I was bad at hunting the wildlife around here. "But I get your point, Father. I'm better at cleaning anyway."
"Oh, before I forget, Nuada, Delilah asked about you," Uncle Rendon chimed in then. "To be frank, I think she's smitten."
"Is that so?" I smiled, despite my confusion. "The last I'd heard, she couldn't stand me."
"I'm sure that's her way of dealing with her feelings. You do have a reputation." Considering I'd spent a good two or three years cultivating said thing, I damn well better. It was useful most days. "Of course, you remain the darling of many people, despite it."
"I try to be charming." It was a lot of work sometimes, but the Couslands did whatever it took to keep Highever running smoothly. That meant being friendly. "Still, though, I'm flattered by the thought." Truth be told, Delilah wouldn't be a bad option for marriage. So long as I was a noble, that was something I'd have to think of, and it was certainly a better prospect than Elspeth marrying Thomas or Nathaniel. Well, her marrying Nathaniel would be tolerable, mostly. I'd have to have a drink or two with him first, instead of just communicating through letters like we've been for the past couple of years. The Free Marches had a way of changing people, just like any other country in the world.
"Uncle Rendon?" Elspeth called softly, speaking up then. Likely, she was going to change the subject. Prospective marriages were always tiptoed around us, likely because we were the 'hottest' on the market, so to speak. Titles were a nuisance sometimes.
"Yes, dear?" he replied with a smile. He always was soft on her.
"Well, Delilah actually wrote me about your bad joints of late, so I arranged for some teas and hot stones, for when you go to sleep." As always, Elspeth went with actions to express her feelings of concern. "I hope I wasn't too forward."
"No, not at all!" He did seem a bit uncomfortable, though. "That's incredibly kind of you, dear. I'm just not used to the idea of being old!"
"You and me both, my friend!" Father laughed. You'd never know that just last week, he'd been in bed due to a bad case of ulcers. "You and me both!"
"So, was that all you needed from us, Father?" I asked, getting away from that thought. That day when Father vomited up blood was going to forever haunt my nightmares.
"Why? Do you have plans, son?" I just grinned in reply. "Alas no, there was one more thing. Believe it or not, pups, Rendon isn't our only guest tonight." I wasn't the only one surprised by that. Elspeth looked confused and… and Uncle Rendon actually looked a bit scared. Why would he look like that? "Jacob? Can you bring in Duncan, please?"
"Yes, milord!" Jacob replied, grinning and saluting in his slightly too-big armor before leaving the room. He'd become a guard only recently, but he loved the job.
"Uncle Duncan is here?" I asked, surprised. "It wasn't that long ago he left with that knight who won the tournament." Ser Jory, I believed his name was. He was actually a knight of Redcliffe, but had married Helena, the baker down in town, and moved here not long ago. They had a child on the way, I'd heard.
"Is he looking for more recruits?" Elspeth asked softly, gripping my arm.
"He is," Father answered. "But I've already told him that you're still not wanting to go, Nuada." Of course, if Uncle Duncan really needed more, he'd just call Right of Conscription, but he hadn't resorted to that yet. I still had the time to wait and grow up. I hoped. "I think he's interested in Roland. He was last time, at least."
"Oh, Rory would be perfect for the Wardens!" I exclaimed, grinning. While I was the better warrior of us two, Rory was a lot better at keeping his temper in check.
"It would certainly be a high honor for him" Elspeth agreed, smiling slightly. Rory had been one of our first real friends here in Fereldan and the idea of him being a Warden, even with how harsh the life could be, was thrilling. Plus, if he was there when I went, I'd have someone other than Uncle Duncan I knew, instead of being in a place filled with strangers. I'd had enough of that in the past and didn't like the thought of being alone in the crowd again.
"He'll be staying a few days, health and circumstances willing, so he'll have plenty of time to assess Roland," Father explained before turning to Uncle Rendon. "What's wrong, my friend? You look troubled."
"Was merely caught off-guard, Bryce," Uncle Rendon played off. "I'm at a bit of a disadvantage."
"You know Duncan won't care about such things." Yes, but Uncle Rendon did like to put on a show for guests, no matter who they were. "I'm sorry for not warning you, but he showed up only a few minutes before you did. Eleanor has been running around getting rooms for all of them." She'd already been so busy all day, too. To our grief, we hadn't been able to spend much time with her. Hopefully, we'd rectify that soon.
"Do Elspeth or I need to share, Father?" I asked. "You know our rooms are big enough."
"I think it's settled," Father refused. "But if we get another batch before the soldiers march, I'll know right where to put them." The far door opened then to reveal Jacob leading in Uncle Duncan and three others I'd never seen before. Elspeth immediately stepped behind me at the sight of the strangers and I shifted my weight to make it less obvious. "Ah, I wasn't aware your recruits had settled in already. I hope you didn't drag them from it, Duncan." They were recruits? That was interesting.
"Well, the girl is either a noble or a mage," I whispered as Uncle Duncan laughed and reassured Father that all was well. "Her clothing is too fine to be anything else."
"She's a mage," Elspeth confirmed. "The Circle specifically makes their robes different from most clothing, to identify mages from afar. One of the elves is Dalish, likely. Most of their number have those facial tattoos, after all."
"I'd guess one of their hunters, since he's bearing daggers, and not fond of humans, given the distaste he's showing."
"Are any fond of humans?" She looked sad. "All interactions end in horrid fighting."
"Maybe you can ask him about his culture?" She loved learning of other cultures, for the sheer pleasure and the political weaponry.
"That would be too forward." Of course, her shyness got in the way of talking to people of said cultures unless she had to. "I would guess the last one is a city elf. The clothing and dialect would imply Denerim."
"He was likely a laborer too, based on those muscles. Don't they look nice?" I could also swear I'd seen him before, running errands for Bann Rodolf during the Landsmeet last year.
"I suppose."
"Sister, live a little."
"I would rather listen to them."
"What language are they speaking this time, Bryce?" Uncle Rendon sighed. "I only know it's not something I know."
"They switched between Nevarran and Antivan," Father laughed. We were talking in a different language again? That was a habit Elspeth and I really needed to work on. We never noticed. "And poor Elspeth was convincing my son to not flirt with the guests." My reputation came in use again as a convenient means of hiding! It was so nice to see it work.
"It's practically a crime not to!" I bemoaned as Elspeth rolled her eyes. "Look at them! Even without going into how Uncle Duncan is a wonderful specimen in his own right, the others are just incredible! Most Wardens are!"
"It's an unofficial requirement," Uncle Duncan joked, playing along with me. The two elves looked startled, and the mage girl went bright red. "How else will we keep our numbers up?"
"I suppose not dying would also work well," Elspeth muttered, ducking her head to make sure I was the only one who heard.
I coughed to hide my snort of laughter. "So, Uncle Duncan, have you introduced them yet? Please tell me I didn't miss hearing the names? I would particularly like to know the lovely lady's." She blushed darker and the Dalish elf pulled her behind him. It seemed, regardless of his people's hatred of humans, he'd taken over protecting her.
"No, I haven't," Uncle Duncan reassured. "Not sure if I should give you the names, though."
"I promise to behave?"
"Elspeth does keep him in line, Duncan," Father pointed out with a grin. The fact that my antics always gave him something to laugh at gave me another reason why I kept up the reputation. "You know that."
"This's true," Uncle Duncan conceded. "Well, we have Aiden Tabris." He gestured at the tall City Elf. "Cleon Mahariel." The Dalish Elf nodded curtly. "And Layla Amell." The Mage bobbed a quick curtsey.
"Amell is the name of a once prominent Kirkwall family," Elspeth whispered in my ear. "It fell because of numerous mage children, and their star daughter, Leandra, running away with an apostate."
"I like that daughter," I whispered back, nodding a greeting to the three. "That takes amazing courage, given our society."
"Yes, I like her too." Her eyes narrowed. "They're watching."
Then it was time for a distraction. "Aiden, did you work, by chance, for Bann Rodolf?"
"I… yes, milord," Aiden answered. The only real sign of surprise, other than the vocal trip up, was the widening of his eyes.
"I thought so," I replied. "You're the one who delivered those Landsmeet messages, aren't you?"
"I knew I recognized him," Father commented. "My apologies, Aiden, for not piecing it together sooner."
"It is fine, my lords," Aiden mumbled, looking down at the ground.
"You know an elf servant?" Cleon asked, almost mockingly.
"Well, we try," I answered easily, pretending to not notice his scorn. "It's not like you all are the same!"
"It's important to know the names of those who work so hard for us as well," Elspeth murmured, speaking very carefully. She was always a bundle of nerves when speaking to large groups, unlike me. "There are so many things we would never be able to do without their help."
"Is that not hard?" Layla asked softly, peeking out from behind a surprised Cleon. "Few people remember all the names of the Tranquil in the Tower. I think only Irving does, actually."
I had to force the smile to stay on my face at the mention of the 'Tranquil'. I hated the idea. It was just another way the Chantry was hypocritical. So long as no one died, it held itself up as superior and holy, with many not even trying to understand why they lost hundreds to the Qun each year. "I suppose it's not much harder than keeping up with all the chores they have to do for us," I answered lightly. "It's just a bit of memorizing faces and names, just as they have to memorize the best way to do their own jobs."
"Pups, why don't you show these three around while Rendon and I chat with Duncan about the situation down south?" Father suggested then. He knew an argument was starting to brew. He, too, disliked the idea of Tranquility, and he also had harsh words for those who didn't appreciate the work others did for them. "Before you go tell Fergus my message, at least."
"Of course, Father," Elspeth mumbled. I knew why she agreed so quickly, of course. She'd go through anything for family, and this would give Fergus more time to spend with Oriana and Oren before heading out.
"We'll see you at dinner, then," I laughed. "It's a shame that Elspeth wasn't able to fill the meal with your favorites, my dear uncles." Elspeth tugged my hair in silent protest, before frowning slightly. Likely, it was the same reason I was confused. Though Uncle Duncan had simply chuckled, Uncle Rendon looked uncomfortable again.
"We'll see you then, pups," Father stated, taking the attention off Uncle Rendon. What was wrong? Was he worried of the coming battle?
"Follow us, please," Elspeth murmured to our guests, turning to walk away. I, of course, went with her, and smiled at the hesitant way the three complied with Elspeth's request.
"It seems our new friends aren't the follower type," I whispered in her ear.
"They are Wardens," she reminded. "Are any of them?"
"That's a good point." As we stepped outside, I turned to the map hanging on the wall right next to the door. I smiled at it as I touched one particular place marked out. It didn't exist anymore, long abandoned to plague or famine or war. However, every map manufactured in Highever still marked that dead village, because it was where my ancestor Sarim was born, and was the namesake of the family.
"This castle does not look as extravagant as that estate in Denerim," Layla whispered. She colored when I turned to look at her. "Oh, I am sorry! I did not mean-"
"Highever is primarily a fortress, especially in troubled times," I explained, smiling to push away the slight outrage. Highever's luxuries had always been subtler that Denerim's, and it wasn't her fault she didn't see them. "We've stripped it down further to provide for the soldiers."
"I can see why," Aiden commented, urging his fellows to follow us as we walked. "There were a lot of soldiers in the courtyard."
"Cailan requested as much aid as possible," Elspeth mumbled, careful to not look at him. She had already hid behind me again. "Father decided to send them all at one time, instead of in stages like others planned."
"Urien is doing that, I think," I noted thoughtfully. "He left about a quarter of his men at his estate."
"Well, they're gone now," Cleon stated bluntly. "Aiden killed them."
"Cleon!" Aiden hissed as Layla gaped.
"You did. His son too."
"Vaughan is dead along with the soldiers left behind at the estate?" I asked. Aiden looked uncomfortable. "Please, answer me."
"It is true, milord," he mumbled after a moment, looking away.
"He kidnapped some elf girls," Layla quickly added, sending Cleon a dirty look. "No one was doing anything to help!"
"I imagine," I replied neutrally. This would have some consequences, especially for the Wardens. Duncan must need the help if he was risking a political fallout. Well, it was either that or Aiden was skilled enough to be worth the trouble.
"Based on their reactions, I'd say neither of them guessed Cleon would be so blunt or that he would tell at all," Elspeth murmured. "I believe he's testing us."
Yeah, that was becoming obvious. The question was why would it matter that much to him. "Well, we'll likely get a message from Ignacio commenting on how his job was cut short. I hope he isn't too mad."
"He's gotten many other contracts. I'm sure he's just fine. I feel bad for Urien, though." Many would. Vaughan had been a horrible man, and a worse noble, but he'd still been Urien's son. He'd done his best to get Vaughan off that path, but it seemed like Vaughan had finally underestimated the wrong person.
"How can you feel bad for a man who raised someone like that?" Cleon spat. Oh, so he'd been eavesdropping?
"Actually, Urien didn't really 'raise' Vaughan, which is part of the problem I've heard," I corrected. "Urien went into a deep depression after Vaughan's mother died and left him in care with nannies while he threw himself into his duties. By the time Urien felt like he had enough of his own sanity to teach his son, Vaughan was a little monster. He's been trying ever since. So, we feel sorry for him losing his only son, who he tried to save."
"Urien had also hoped he could remain faithful to his late wife," Elspeth added softly, staring at the floor. "That's no longer possible. He must have an heir. It's sad for those reasons too."
Aiden was looking uncomfortable, so I added, "Regardless, though, it happened, and I'm sure you had damn good reason to do it." Time for a subject change. "You should spar against some of the guards staying behind. I'm sure they'd love a good workout."
"Do you not spar with them?" Layla asked, curious.
"I… don't spar much, actually." I would practice, a lot, but I tended to avoid sparring unless the person knew exactly what they were getting into. I'd been attacked by too many assassins over the years to learn how to check some instincts, and I was not the honorable knight type. I would snap bones with a well-placed punch and decapitate a person with a shield if need be.
"Too low for you?" Cleon grumbled.
"They always go easy on me," I lied, smiling through the annoyance. If this was a 'test' like we thought, I intended on passing. "It's not very conductive to practicing."
"Cleon, it's not polite to voice such thoughts," Aiden scolded quietly. "We're guests. I know you hate stone, but still."
"Nuada," Elspeth whispered. "We should show them the gardens outside."
"That's a good idea," I agreed. "It might cheer him up." It could also make him angrier, but that was worth the risk.
"Do you mind if I asked what language that was?" Layla chimed in softly. "I have never heard it."
"Do you know what it sounded like?" I asked back, sheepish. "Elspeth and I really never notice when we switch languages. We just speak them."
"That sounds so strange." She colored again. "Oh, I am sorry."
"It is strange." It was a shame she likely wouldn't stay long. I wouldn't have minded getting to know her better. "But it's how we are. So, what did it sound like?"
"It sounded heavy, milord," Aiden noted. "Yet light at the same time. I know it sounds like a contradiction, milord, but-"
"It was likely Orlesian, then," I answered, interrupting his 'apology'. "Trust me. Most things about Orlais are contradictory."
"First hand experience, milord?"
I wished he'd stop with the 'milord' all the time. "Yes, Father served as a diplomat in their Court for three years. We traveled with him at the time."
"What was it like?" Layla asked. "It looks beautiful in the books."
"It is pretty." Indeed, the architecture was breathtaking, if you forgot about that damn court and its Game. "But that's all I wish to say on it." I didn't mind Orlais, and there were many Orlesians I liked, but their court just dragged my opinion down.
"We can speak later of it, Layla, if you'd like," Elspeth offered. I was probably the only one who noticed her voice shake. She was really trying to be a good host. I hoped she didn't collapse from anxiety and stress again. "For now, though…"
"My lady, there you are!" Suddenly, Rory was running up. He looked a bit winded. "I've been looking all over for you," he explained.
"Did something happen?" I asked, curious. Everything had been running smoothly earlier.
"I'm surprised you haven't heard yet. You see…"
"There's shrieking in the distance," Cleon muttered. "Lots of it."
"There's shrieking?" I repeated. I paused to listen and, indeed, there was. Of course, I also knew the voice, so that explained why I'd just automatically ignored it. "Oh, it's Nan. Nan always yells."
"At servants?"
"She also yells at soldiers and nobles. She doesn't discriminate. Trust me." This was the woman who had to deal with Elspeth and me while traveling to different countries. "I think she's helping out in the kitchen today, since Oren is with his parents." Since Fergus was leaving soon, he insisted on spending time with his wife and son.
"Yes, she is," Rory confirmed. "But she's yelling for a specific reason."
"Is there anything we can do to help?" Aiden offered. "I do not mind-"
Nan's distant shrieking finally turned coherent, cutting Aiden off. "GET THIS MANGY MUTT OUT OF HERE!"
"My lady, your mabari has made it to the larder again," Rory sighed, looking at her pleadingly.
"I thought Nan locked it," she mused. "Why would Eoin be there?"
"I don't know, milady, but I ask for your assistance. He'll bite the hand off anyone that's not you."
"He's not that bad." Still, she smiled softly. "I'll get right on it, though. Thank you, Rory."
"You're welcome, milady." Though Rory was blushing, I disguised my laugh as a cough to save his dignity. He'd had a crush on her for a while, and I could afford not teasing him about it for one day.
"Nuada, I leave the guests in your care," Elspeth told me. I grinned at the relief I read easily to silently tease her, and she grimaced slightly in acknowledgement of it before she walked off. Some things would never change.
"Well, Rory, since you're here, and in charge of the guards when the rest leave, let me be polite and introduce you to our stranger guests," I laughed. "They are Layla, Cleon, and Aiden. I… don't think there are titles?" I turned to them. "There aren't, right?"
"No, milord," Aiden answered.
"It's a shame mages and elves aren't allowed, yet." It took me two seconds to realize that was aloud, mostly because of the startled look on their faces. "Ah, forget I said anything." I slipped, damn it. This was happening more and more often. "Warden recruits, this is Ser Roland Gilmore, one of our most skilled knights."
"Welcome to the madness," Rory joked, saluting to them in respect. "I assure you; things shall calm down in the next couple of days. We're a bit over capacity at the moment. Many responded to the call for arms, more than anticipated." We'd thought more would stay behind to keep an eye on the crops. "Forgive me, though, but I really must get back to making sure patrols are set for the next few days."
"Why did you not finish that first?" Layla asked, looking thoughtful.
"When Nan tells you to run and do something, you run and do it before she flays you alive!" He grinned. "She also took care of me as a young squire. I'm still conditioned to listen to her."
"Just remember to eat, Rory," I told him, grinning in return. "Otherwise, you'll find yourself on the wrong end of another lecture from her." With all the chaos, Rory had actually skipped meals without realizing and ended up horribly lightheaded.
He shuddered at the thought. "Until dinner then, my lord. I hope you enjoy your stay, Wardens." He saluted again in farewell, and raced off, as fast as he could in full armor.
"How do you people run in those heavy things?" Cleon muttered, watching him go. "Bulky, too."
"If you're talking about the armor, it just takes practice," I answered, leading the way again. All right, how many doors was it again? "Sometimes, we organize races in heavy armor. It's hilarious to watch, and fun to participate in."
"You participate?"
"Well, yes, I do. Like I said, it's fun." I nodded at Aiden. "He could probably do it too, with a little practice. What weapon do you favor?" Though Cleon wore his weapons very visibly, Aiden didn't.
"Two handed sword, milord," Aiden replied promptly, if sheepishly. "And a little bit of knife in an emergency."
"You might actually like heavier armor. What kind do you wear normally?"
"I… don't, milord."
"Uncle Duncan let you go more than a day without armor?" That was a surprise. "Take some from our armory later today or tomorrow."
"Milord, I couldn't-"
"I insist."
"I… very well, milord." I'd double check with Uncle Duncan tomorrow to make sure he did actually go.
"This place is huge!" Layla exclaimed, catching my attention. I noticed her studying the pictures scattered on the walls. "We have been walking for a while and have not yet circled around!"
"Speaking of that, do you intend on just having us walk around, babbling?" Cleon asked.
"That's kind of what a tour is, Cleon," Aiden sighed.
"Oh? Hmm. Strange concept." The fact that he didn't know somehow didn't surprise me. Dalish and 'tours' didn't really seem to mix. "Still, it would seem that there should be a little more… structure?"
"That is how it is when we show foreigners the Circle Tower," Layla added with a smile. "We had one not too long ago. His name was Regalyan, from White Spire. We all just called him Galyan, though."
"White Spire?" Aiden repeated, frowning in confusion.
"It is the main Circle in Orlais."
"Some of their mages will actually attend court," I added absently. Unless we'd gone the wrong way on accident, the door I wanted would be coming up on the right soon. "I remember one in particular, Vivienne. She was stunningly intelligent and beautiful." She wasn't much older than me, but she seemed to already have a firm grasp of the Game. I almost looked forward to her taking it by storm.
"Orlais allows mages out of their cages?" Cleon asked.
"If they are useful or 'fun', Orlesian court will do just about anything."
"So, tours are supposed to have structures," Layla stated, turning to subject back to the original point right as I caught sight of the door I wanted. "Yet we have not seem to have found a starting point?"
"That's because we're actually going to start here," I explained, opening the door and stepping out of the way so that they could see the extensive gardens that led all the way to the cliffs. "We don't really have time today, but there's a path to the beach hidden somewhere out there." They didn't answer me, just stared. "You three are welcome to move around, you know."
"How did you get so many?" Cleon asked, smiling. He had a nice smile. He should do that more often.
"From what I understand, the garden has been here for many years. Even the Orlesians kept it as is, because it appealed to their sense of beauty." I noticed Horace there and motioned for him to join us. "Horace, the main groundskeeper, can probably tell you a story about each type of plant we've got out here. If he can't, though, his assistant, Beryl, can."
"When she gets back from the Alienage," Horace confirmed with a grin as he joined us. "Her little one has a fever."
"Does she need a doctor?" I asked, frowning.
"Lord Fergus arranged for one yesterday, little lord, so don't fret. Medicine worked just fine. She's just going to make sure he didn't sneak out of bed. Still contagious."
"Oh, he's at that stage of illness." I made a face. "Maker, I hate that time."
"I think every little boy does."
"Your assistant is an elf?" Aiden asked, looking a bit surprised. "Not… ah…"
"Aye, she's my assistant, and a damn good one," Horace proudly declared. "When I retire, she'll take over for me. The rest of Fereldan might look down on elves, but Highever likes giving everyone an equal chance. There's an Alienage, yes, but that's more because elves like being together. Makes sense if you ask me." I had to cough again to hide a laugh. It really wouldn't have been polite to make fun of Aiden's surprise. "Now, then, do you want to know the flowers?"
"I would," Layla gushed, eyes sparkling. "They are incredibly pretty and…" She suddenly yelped as she tripped. Cleon caught her as if it was normal. "Um…"
"You're not the first to fall for the flowers," Horace joked. "Lady Oriana did as well, right into the beds." Okay, that time I did laugh. Oriana wouldn't mind. "Now, then… let me show you around."
It took a couple of hours, but the three were so enraptured by the stories that I didn't have the heart to drag them away. Besides, it gave me time to decide the next place to take them. Ultimately, I decided for one of my other favorite places in the castle. "This is our library," I announced as we walked into the room. "I apologize for the lessened selection. In order to free up room, we had to move some of the books into storage." The storage, of course, being in that lovely place underground.
"This is lessened?" Cleon asked as he gaped at the things. "Truly, shem'len are so lucky to have so many tales."
"There are extensive books on how stupid our ancestors were, as well." I really couldn't help pointing that out. "We try to learn from their mistakes."
"Some are more successful than other at it," a familiar voice joked. I couldn't help but smile at Aldous, who was sitting next the fire in front of two of the younger squires. "Welcome, welcome, you three," he greeted. "I ask that you are careful with the books when you read them."
"So, we are allowed?" Layla asked shyly. Her eyes were sparkling.
"All may satisfy their hunger of books. Just so long as it isn't literal." He smiled. "You may also listen to the lesson I'm putting these two through, if you'd like. I'm making them recite the history of Highever for now."
"So, you are teacher and librarian?"
"No, I am merely a teacher. I was a student with Bryce, and I have taught all three of his children." Like Nan, he traveled around with us to the different countries. "Currently, though, I just teach his grandson and the squires. Once a month, I make my way down to the Alienage to give those who desire advance lessons."
"You teach elves?" Cleon asked.
"It's something Bryce set up after the Rebellion. He thought it a shame that so many intelligent people were unable to access education, so he provides tutors for all, no matter their race or rank. My old bones don't let me travel far, unfortunately, but few humans mind walking up to the Alienage for the advance lessons and few elves mind them coming in, so long as there's no trouble."
"I like that," Aiden murmured. "It's not like that in Denerim. We all learn to read only to read the warnings they place about."
"You barely know?" Layla gasped. "But they teach everyone in the Circle!" Yes, well, one of the few good things about the Circle as it stood was that it made sure everyone got a good education.
"You need it to read your books, Mistress Layla. But elves need only know how to work."
"And few Dalish know how to read at all," Cleon added. "I only know because I got bored. We're primarily an oral culture." Elspeth would love to know that.
"But… but books are amazing," Layla gushed. "They tell you about things you are likely never going to see and you can disappear into entirely different worlds and… and…!"
"If you are looking for fictional stories, child, I'd recommend that shelf over there," Aldous interrupted with a laugh, pointing to a section of the bookcases. "There are also numerous myths, folklores, and songs in the section next to it." He nodded at Cleon. "We also have a small section for Dalish lore. Too small, really, but your people are very secretive. If you don't mind looking through them, I'd love to hear your thoughts. If something is incorrect, I wish to fix it."
"Ah, sure," Cleon stammered. He looked like someone had snuck up and hit him in the head. "I can do that."
"Splendid!" He beamed and turned to Aiden. "And you, child?"
"I would not mind listening in on your lesson, actually," Aiden admitted. "I have mostly learned by listening to Valendrian, our Hahren."
"So, through hearing, you are likely to learn best," Aldous murmured. "It is good to realize that. No two people learn the same. Not even twins." He turned his smile at me. "Take Lord Nuada and Lady Elspeth. Twins who looked enough alike as children that they could pretend to be each other." Yes, but our personalities gave us away almost instantly. "Lord Nuada had to learn through reading aloud and acting out parts. Lady Elspeth could simply read it and be fine." We'd also use figurines and toys to learn. "Ah, but I digress. Please, sit by me. Nicholas, start again from the Black Age, please."
"Nuada," a soft voice called. I looked up to see Mallol walking up. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything?"
"Of course not, Mallol," I replied, facing her. There wasn't much point in me listening to little Nicholas tripping over his lessons. "Is everything all right in the Chantry?"
"Yes, I just had a question, so I thought I'd take advantage of the lull." People had been in and out of the Castle's Chantry all day to pray. "I'd heard Fergus would be leading the troops alone today?"
"Yes, that's the general gist of the plan. Father will leave tomorrow with Uncle Rendon." Still, I was confused. "Please, do not take offense, but why would you want that confirmed?"
"I'm leading a vigil tonight to pray for the soldiers, and wanted to know if Teyrn Cousland should be included or not in tonight's list of names." Oh, that was right. I'd forgotten about that. "Will either you or Elspeth be joining us tonight?"
I hesitated a moment. The songs sung were pretty and comforting, but I had a feeling the Maker wouldn't be helping until his followers stopped being such bloody hypocrites who changed history to suit their whims. "I think Elspeth and I have an early tomorrow, unfortunately," I gently refused. I didn't think either of us could make it through prayers tonight without being sarcastic about something. Stress wore down even the toughest masks, and we were under a lot.
"Since you are running the place, yes?" She smiled warmly, taking no offense. She never did. "I will make sure to include you in my own, private, prayers. You two will have a lot of work ahead of you, I'm sure."
"Thank you, Mallol. I appreciate it."
"I should've guessed you were in the library." I turned at the voice to see Elspeth walking up, Eoin trotting faithfully at her side. "It was either there or the practice yards," she continued. "Hello, Mallol. Is all well?"
"Yes, I was just confirming the details of the day, to know how best to lead the prayers tonight," she replied, still smiling. "Was all well in the kitchens?"
"Some pests had snuck in, but Eoin dealt with them. He broke the lock doing so, though. But dinner was saved."
"Oh, how wonderful!"
"Yes, what a good boy," I teased, scratching Eoin behind the ear. He liked it when I did that. "Keep driving Nan insane, will you?" He barked happily in reply. "Good boy!"
"Nan is going to hurt you," Mallol warned. Her grin made it hard to take seriously. "So-"
"W-what is that?" Layla gasped. I looked up to see she'd actually dropped a book to stare and point. It took a second to realize she was pointing at Eoin.
"Eoin is my mabari, Layla," Elspeth answered softly. "Is something the matter?"
"He's huge!"
"All mabari are that size, Lady Layla," Aiden explained. "There is a reason why they serve with the troops."
"He looks like he could kill anyone," Cleon added, kneeling down to look Eoin in the eye. He reached out, stopping when Eoin growled. "How much at risk am I?"
"I wouldn't say a lot, unless you make Elspeth nervous," I answered him. "His protection preference goes 'Elspeth', 'Oren', and then everyone else grouped together."
"Oren?"
"He's our nephew. Mabari are big on protecting kids." Oh, that reminded me. "Elspeth, how much time do we have until Fergus has to leave?"
"We don't have much time at all," Elspeth answered. "If the soldiers don't leave soon, they won't make it to a good camping spot and will have to stay the day."
"We can't have that." Highever wasn't in anymore danger than the rest of the nation, and the threat was south. "Should just one of us go?"
"Lord Nuada, Lady Elspeth, I believe Mother Mallol and I can show the three the rest of the castle," Aldous volunteered with a smile. It widened when Mallol nodded in agreement. "Go on and say goodbye. It'll be a while before you see him again."
"Will your joints be fine?"
"Get moving, whippersnapper, or I'll assign you extra reading, student or not!"
I laughed outright, while Elspeth smothered a giggle. "Well, then, we shall see you all at dinner." I bowed to them all and turned away. "Let's see how many things we have to deal with before meeting Fergus, shall we?"
Surprisingly, the only thing that delayed us was Mother, who silently asked us to distract two of our other guests while she focused on calming Landra. Her son, Dairran, was marching with Father as his squire, so she'd come to see him off. She'd only brought one lady in waiting to tend to her, the stunningly pretty Iona. I immediately started chatting with her, leaving Dairran to Elspeth. It was more for Dairran's sake than Elspeth's, since I knew he was interested. Sadly, though, I also knew little would come from it. Despite my joke to earlier, I knew Elspeth would never dally with anyone, much less Dairran. No matter how hard he tried to flirt, Elspeth would just ignore it, just as she did with Rory. The years in numerous courts left her with the inability to believe compliments without a motive, and that anyone would like her for herself, not just her title or beauty.
"You're making me blush, my lord," Iona laughed, blushing after I gave her a compliment. So far, she hadn't shown any signs discomfort. Thank the Maker. I didn't want to upset her. Landra would have my hide! "I'm no one special, truly."
"The fact that you are a lady in waiting speaks otherwise," I pointed out. Mother had opted against ladies in waiting, because she'd wanted elves in her entourage and the political climate was too chaotic to throw in another big change. I knew one of the reasons Mother so adored Landra was because she had made that change.
"My family has served hers for many years. She elevated my place as a reward for the loyalty. I hope the position will pass onto my daughter."
"You have a daughter?" I subtly checked her hands and found no wedding ring.
"Oh, forgive me, I shouldn't have mentioned her."
"I bet she has your pretty eyes," I teased.
"She… haha, I suppose so." She smiled sadly. "Many say she looks a great deal like me. Only Valendrian and I seem to see her father in her."
"Who's Valendrian?"
"He is the hahren in Denerim. Lady Landra's home is not large enough for an Alienage, so my family lives in Denerim's."
"Aiden mentioned he was from there." Well, he didn't quite so mention, but it was close enough.
"Aiden? Aiden Tabris?" She sounded surprised. "What is he doing here?"
"He's a Warden recruit, actually."
"Strange." Seeing my inquisitive look, she elaborated. "He was supposed to get married soon. Valendrian arranged it. I… also know many looked to Aiden as Valendrian's successor as Hahren." That spoke well of his leadership abilities. "He did receive some rough training with weapons. His mother, Adaia, was always a bit of a troublemaker. But I wouldn't have imagined him as a Warden. Poor Shianni and Soris… the three were always so close."
This was starting to become an uncomfortable topic. "So, you mentioned your family? This would be your daughter and… someone special?"
"No, no longer." She shook her head sadly. "There has been little time for such things."
"As beautiful as you are, I'd think many would line up."
"Haha, you flatter me." She smiled. "No, I've not been interested in long term things since my husband's death from illness. And there's been little time for short term." She glanced at me shyly. "Though, there might be some for a few days, since Lady Landra is staying put for a bit." Oh, I liked the sound of that, especially since she wasn't married. I'd no intentions of romancing another man's wife.
A cold nose nudged my hand and I looked down to see Eoin panting happily at me. "Did Elspeth send you to fetch me, boy?" I asked, scratching him behind the ear again. He barked happily. "I should've known." I returned my attention to Iona. "Forgive me, but I must deliver a message to my brother. Perhaps we can talk more later?"
"I'd like that, my lord," she replied immediately, smiling. There was just enough coyness to raise my hopes of a tryst later. I certainly wouldn't say 'no', so long as she was agreeing to it freely, not because she thought it was expected of her.
"Let's meet in the library after dinner then."
"I look forward to it." She curtseyed in farewell and I smiled as Eoin led me past the little alcove and up to the family wing of the castle.
Elspeth was waiting there in the hallway for me. Dairran was nowhere in sight. I'd find him later to chat. "We have to delay Fergus until Mother returns," she told me, crouching to give Eoin a big hug in thanks. "She's seeing Landra to her room, but wants to say goodbye to Fergus too."
"It shouldn't be hard," I laughed, feeling myself relax. There was no need to put on an act here. Family could always be trusted. "Maker, I'm tired."
"Perhaps you should restrict your exertions, then?"
"That's no fun, though!"
"Well, I know who's outside now," Fergus laughed right then, opening the door to his room to wave us inside. He was dressed in full armor, a sight I couldn't get used to. "Come on in, you two. What's going on?"
"You're going to march today," Elspeth told him as we hurried inside. Oriana was sitting at the table, mixing a small batch of poison. She'd insisted Fergus take some with him earlier, in case he was without any of his normal weapons. Oren was nearby, jumping on the bed and practicing his counting abilities. "Father will leave tomorrow with Uncle Rendon."
"So his men were delayed again? You'd swear they were marching backwards!" Fergus sighed before glancing at me. "Shame that you aren't heading down. It would be so much fun killing darkspawn with you, and it'll be tiring without your arm."
"You think it'll be that easy?" I asked. "These are the things the dwarves and Wardens spend their lives fighting."
"The reports from the south have spoken of good battles and no signs of this being a Blight, just an abnormally large raid." Fergus looked contemplative. "I've no doubts the Wardens are certain, but we might have more time than previously assumed."
"Sorry for not greeting you sooner, you two," Oriana chimed in then. She capped off the vials and came to hug me. "That concoction needs a very precise mixture."
"What is it?" I asked. "I can smell it from here."
"It's fleshrot," Elspeth answered. Of course she'd know it by scent. "It seems more concentrated, though."
"It is," Oriana giggled, going to hug her as well. "You remember that trick I showed you?"
"Ah, I see. I'll definitely remember to use that then."
"There must be something wrong with my head, since I take tea from you two poison masters," Fergus laughed.
"Dear brother, we're Couslands," I reminded. "I think that's a given."
"Good point, little brother."
"Ninety-nine, one hundred!" Oren finished counting, bouncing off the bed and running straight for the four of us. "Hello, Uncle! Hello, Auntie!" I missed the days I had that much energy. "Papa, is there really going to be a war? Will you bring me back a sward?"
"That's 'sword', Oren," Fergus corrected, bending down so that he could lift Oren high above his head. "And I'll find you the mightiest one in the lands!"
"Yay! You're the best, Papa!" Oren giggled as Fergus handed him off to me. "Uncle, you'll teach me swords, right?"
"I think that's more of a job for Rory than me," I hedged. I didn't teach, and Oren deserved a good teacher.
"Relax, Oren," Fergus gently scolded. "You'll see a sword soon enough."
"I wish I could be as assured as you seem to be, dear," Oriana sighed. She smiled slightly, though, as Elspeth went to put the poison vials in Fergus's pack, and do a check of it. "My heart is disquiet."
"Love, you'll frighten him. I'll be back soon. You know I don't lie." He didn't to her, at least.
"Do Elspeth and I have to step out of the room?" I teased. "You two don't seem to be finished at all."
"If he doesn't leave now, I'm not letting him," Oriana muttered, making me laugh. "I'm serious."
"I should drag you along," Fergus laughed. "I'll be miserable down there in the southern rains."
"Good. More reason for you to speed your return."
"It's a shame you won't be able to talk to Uncle Duncan before you leave, so you could learn more about what's going on," Elspeth commented, handing Fergus his pack. "I put in an extra set of shirts. You're likely to foul up at least one beyond cleaning."
"Ouch, Elspeth!" Fergus laughed, accepting the pack. "And he's here?"
"Yes, he is, with three new recruits."
"Damn. Well, I'll see them in Ostagar, I suspect."
"What recruits?" Oren asked, still smiling. He was giggling and squirming. Seriously, I wanted that energy.
"They're Warden recruits, Oren," I told him. "They're two handsome elves and one lovely mage, actually."
"You'll have your work cut out for you, Elspeth," Fergus teased. She just rolled her eyes in response as Oriana giggled.
Oren, however, was focused on one thing only. "I bet they came on griffons!" he declared excitedly. "Big and fluffy griffons swooping all over the place!"
"Oren, griffons are only legends," Oriana chided as I resisted the urge to say the punch line to one of Uncle Duncan's favorite jokes.
"The darkspawn were too," Elspeth pointed out. "But we all know how that turned out."
"Speaking of darkspawn, I'd better get on the road," Fergus sighed. "So many darkspawn to behead and so little time." He kissed Oriana and ruffled Oren's hair. "Wish me luck, and I'll be back in a month or two!"
"I'd hope, dear boy, that you'd wait a bit for us." We all turned to see Father walking in. "And here I thought I was going to beat you two here, pups," he sighed, making a face. "Darn."
Mother, slipping in behind him, shut the door, and immediately came to hug me. "You've been all over the place today," she scolded, as she gave a second hug to just Oren. He gave her a kiss on the cheek in response. "The one time I saw you and you went flirting with Iona."
"She's pretty!" I joked. "Sorry, though. You looked busy with Landra."
"I am never too busy for you, and you know it. You should've at least said 'hello' before doing what I asked." She tapped the tip of my nose, knowing it irritated me. "Tomorrow, I think you, Elspeth, and me should spend some time together. It's been a long while since we've been able to just sit down and talk."
"Perhaps we can do a picnic on the beach?" Elspeth suggested hesitantly. "I'm sure the Warden recruits will enjoy seeing it, too, and you know Uncle Duncan won't say 'no'."
"That sounds fantastic," I agreed. "We can set it up for after Father and Uncle Rendon leave, to keep you from fretting, Mother."
"Making plans without me, huh?" Father teased. "I see how it is."
"It's too late today to do anything with you!" Really, all that was left in the day was Fergus leaving, and dinner.
"And I'm going to be up all night with Rendon more than likely, to figure out logistics." He sighed. "I hated that part of leading armies. A shame Aldous can't march with me to help out this time."
"Landra said she made Dairran brush up on it," Mother told him. "It's one of his best skills."
"I knew I was making him my squire for a reason." He grinned. "Personally, I'd like to not leave the castle at all, but, if I must, it'll be with talented people."
"Speaking of leaving, we are delaying someone," Elspeth reminded, petting Eoin to hide her own unhappiness of Father and Fergus leaving.
The reminder set Mother off on her fretting. "Oh, Fergus," Mother sighed, hugging him. Fergus gave Elspeth a dirty look that she shrugged off. "My little eldest, going off to war. I hoped none of you would know it." It was a sentiment echoed by many of the Rebellion's veterans. "I will pray for you everyday while you're gone."
"I'll join you in those prayers," Oriana sighed. "Might we speak one now, please?"
"It won't hurt," Father agreed, smiling at his daughter by marriage. "Please, lead us in it."
She nodded. "Maker, please, be a shield for our soldiers. Watch over our sons and husbands and see them safely back to us."
"And if you could send us some wenches and ale, that would be great!" Fergus added with a laugh. He immediately turned contrite at Oriana's glare. "For the men, dear! For the men!"
"What's a wench?" Oren asked then. All of us looked at each other as we tried to figure out how to answer him. "Isn't that something with a well?" We could go with that, except his second question would be why Fergus was wishing for wells.
"A wench is a woman who serves ale, Oren," Father said after a moment, grinning. "Or a woman who drinks a lot of it."
"Bryce!" Mother scolded, as the rest of us laughed or giggled. "Honestly, it's like growing up with a bunch of little boys! Thankfully, I've a daughter, and a daughter by marriage."
"Yes, you do," Father teased. "Both specializing in poisons!"
"It's a civilized weapon. Just like a bow."
"Elspeth, maybe we should drag Oren out and leave the couples to their teasing," I joked.
"That might be a good idea," Elspeth agreed. "Oren, do you want to play with Eoin a bit?"
"Yeah!" Oren agreed happily as Eoin barked in acknowledgement. "Let's play hide and seek!"
"You can play with your uncle and auntie when I'm gone," Fergus commented. "I'm counting on you two to guard the people here, by the way."
"I'd say you'll need the protecting more than us," Elspeth noted.
"You're blunt when you want to be."
"And smart," Oriana added. "If you get yourself hurt, I will never forgive you."
"Well, if that's not an incentive, I don't know what is!" Fergus laughed.
"All right, enough," Father gently interrupted. "Fergus, if you don't march now…"
"It'll be bad traveling all around." Fergus nodded. "Farewell, Father, Mother."
"Stay safe," Mother whispered.
"You must return to Highever soon," Father added. "She will miss her young lords and she's not one to anger."
"Bye, bye, Papa!" Oren said cheerfully, hugging his father's legs. "I'll see you soon!"
"We all will," I agreed, grinning. "Have fun storming the ruins until then!"
"Remember the vials, Fergus," Oriana murmured, kissing his cheek. "I'm certain they'll come in handy."
"Don't forget your first aid lessons," Elspeth added, looking away. I knew it was because she didn't want to cry.
Fergus did too, so he made a point to hug her. "I'll be fine, everyone," he declared. "I think the most danger I'll be in is Cailan's crazy schemes to stave off boredom, and Uncle Loghain's annoyance at us!" That got a laugh out of us, and he took advantage of it to whisper in my ear, "Nuada, you and I both know at least one thing Uncle Duncan wants." Yes, we did. All of us in the room did. "Will I be seeing you at Ostagar?"
"Unless something changes within the next couple of days, I'm going to say 'no'," I told him, just as softly. "Surely things aren't that desperate yet." If they were, Uncle Duncan would've already told Father.
"I hope so." He gave me a hug. "Stay safe, Nuada."
"You'd better promise I'll see you again."
"You will, Nuada. I swear it."
"Then, until we meet again, brother."
"And you." He pulled away, ruffled my hair, and walked out of the room.
"The balcony has a good view of the courtyard," Elspeth mused as soon as Fergus was out of sight. "Shall we?"
"You know it," I replied with a grin. "We are required to embarrass him, after all."
"I don't know about 'embarrassing', but we should see him off." She stood up and smoothed her skirts. "Will any of you join us?"
"All of us!" Father laughed, picking up Oren and setting him on his shoulders. Oriana immediately took Mother's arm for comfort. "For Fergus, and for our brave soldiers."
Here, here to that! May nothing go wrong in their absence!
Author's Note: And here is Nuada, our 20-year-old human noble. We don't really see him fighting here, but he's a warrior trained by Loghain, so starts with the Champion specialization, though he does know non-knightly ways of fighitng. We also have his twin, Elspeth, who's actually a rogue. I like the Couslands having a close relationship with Howe, the royal family, and Duncan, so here it is. For those curious about the 'diplomat' thing… okay, it's actually a bit long, but the short version is that in this story's backstory, Bryce served at the diplomat for Maric, and took his family with him. As a result, Nuada and Elspeth have actually been in Fereldan for only half their lives, give or take, and have a good grasp of other cultures and languages. And many, many quirks and fears and bad coping mechanisms.
I… wow, I ended up writing a lot here. Whoops? I guess I just wanted to flesh out Highever some. And yes, I have a mention of Vivienne here. I know we don't know her age, but considering she was in running for First Enchanter, I'm guessing she's easily in her mid-thirties or maybe even forties. She could probably be older, but I'm just taking a guess from her look and the knowledge. Regaylan is a protagonist in Dawn of the Seeker.
Next Chapter – the rest of the human noble origin, with Cleon narrating. Because Cleon serves as a good counterpoint to the group.
