Reclamation Chapter 3
Teagan could feel the despair as Bryce's spirit looked at him sorrowfully then back at Elizabeth.
"My sweet girl," Bryce reached out and touched her face. "You did not fail me. I was the one who failed all of you."
He looked at Teagan and pointed to the full-length mirror that was standing in the corner and was stunned to see it projecting images that were not part of the room.
He walked before the mirror and looked at Bryce who only gave him a nod as if telling him to proceed.
Looking back at the mirror, he saw Elizabeth and her mother fighting Howe's men as they made their way down the corridor. It quickly changed to the larder where he watched a mortally wounded Bryce imploring her to escape and Eleanor staying with him.
He continued staring at the mirror watching Elizabeth frantically running down the corridor then being overpowered and knocked out by the men but that was only the beginning. The image switched and rage filled him when he saw her stripped down and on the ground. One of them dumped a pail of water on her as another man yanked her up as the bodies of her family where being dumped on a pile of wood and rubbish. Howe appeared and motioned for Wentworth who forcefully held her eyelids open to make her watch as her family burned. She did not react or say anything as Howe paced back and forth and he could see his rage as he hit her. The scene changed again, Teagan watched in anger as Wentworth, and another man tortured her as Howe observed. The scene changed again and he watched her look up at the guard standing by the door to her cell. He watched the guard open the door as she stood up and motioned for him. Anger filled him as the images swirled and changed to the guard pawing Elizabeth. As he continued to grope her, she stared straight ahead and deftly picked his dagger off him. As he pulled her closer, she plunged it into his groin and pulled it out as he dropped to his knees. Elizabeth quickly maneuvered around and slit his throat. She left the cell and Teagan saw Miles shaking his head and pointing to the corridor as she approached him.
It was obvious from watching that she did not want to leave but
Miles was ordering her to go without them. She was halfway to the door but looked back at Miles and the men. Two of them were also nodding and pointing to the door. Teagan watched as Elizabeth slowly opened it and peered through the gap. Opening it wider, she poked her head and looked in both directions, then took one final glance back at the corridor of cells before leaving. The mirror blurred and rippled until it focused again on Elizabeth running down the path toward the section of fence where she led them. She took one last look at the castle then tried to climb the stone fence before discovering the large hole hidden by the overgrown brush. The images in the mirror started to fade as Elizabeth crawled through the brush and out the hole.
Teagan looked at Bryce who shook his head sadly at him.
"I'll look after her," Teagan promised as he faded away.
He stared back at his reflection and quickly turned when seeing Wynne looking at him.
"How long have you been standing there?"
"Only for a few minutes," Wynne walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder. "Are you alright?"
"He was standing by her bed. I could feel his despair Wynne. Then he looked and led me to the mirror and it showed moving images of what happened….and what they did to Elizabeth. How is that even possible?"
"You must take in account that the veil is very thin at the moment due to what happened. This castle is also one of the oldest places in Ferelden. There is a great deal of history with this place. I've been feeling things and I am sure others have as well."
"But…Bryce…He looked at me. He recognized me."
"Teagan," Wynne sighed. "Your experience of being enthralled by the demon left some…residual effects on you. You have become more…sensitive. It will fade eventually. You also spoke of being a friend to the teyrn. Restless spirits always seek a connection."
"That's just wonderful," Teagan shook his head. "Why didn't you tell me about this before?"
"I didn't say anything because it didn't cross my mind that we were going to encounter something like this," Wynne walked over to the mirror and studied it. "This mirror looks like its several centuries old. Very old objects can often act like a beacon."
"Are you saying Highever Castle has always been haunted? Surely, someone would have noticed that. What about the staff?"
"Spirits rarely make themselves known. Castle Highever is very old so perhaps everyone just ignored the occasional strange sound."
"What I saw in the mirror was fleeting Wynne but I saw it. Bryce wanted me to see it. They tortured her and she never bowed down to it."
"Yes," Wynne walked over to Elizabeth and put another quilt over her. "Lena mentioned the Tevinters that were here before the magisters arrival were adamant about keeping her…. intact. The men could not harm her face or…rape her. Howe and his men found other ways to hurt and humiliate her though."
"When she was confronting Thomas, Elizabeth mentioned something about being thrown in his room and how he tried…"
"I checked her thoroughly and I saw some… evidence. He apparently tried and failed."
"And he beat her because of it," Teagan seethed.
"It's hard to believe that it was the Tevinters who prevented it from becoming worse."
"What else happened to her that you didn't mention earlier?"
"I noticed the odd way she moved her right hand and Lena told me Howe took a mallet to it. It was bandaged but it did not heal properly. It looked like one of the mages from the collective attempted to heal it after she escaped which is why she was able to wield a dagger but I reset the bones and healed everything again."
"It was enough that he slaughtered her family, Howe wanted to take away her artistic ability," Teagan glared.
"And he would have succeeded had it not been for that mage who started the healing process. I just finished what was started."
"When Bryce told me how talented she is, I just thought he was just speaking as a proud father. I saw a few of her paintings and I couldn't believe how extraordinary they are."
"Yes," Wynne nodded. "Lena took me to her room to get some things for her. The room was a mess but a few paintings still hung on the wall. I also saw what remained on easel among the debris. She is very gifted. Incidentally, was that her painting room she led you to?"
"That room…is also where you access the vault."
"You don't have to tell me anymore. The Circle has a few hidden rooms within rooms as well."
"It was in terrible shape, but she showed me the room that led to the vault. There were three easels in that room and one of the paintings on them was a family portrait. It was as if she captured a moment in time."
"Hopefully she will find strength in that."
"I think we should bring some painting supplies back to Redcliffe. You will be looking for the Dalish once we return to Redcliffe. Elizabeth will need something to occupy her time."
"That is an excellent idea," Wynne agreed. "She's not going to heal with all that anger."
"Indeed. I witnessed her killing one of Howe's men guarding the dungeon. She put her sword in him without blinking and mentioned how he tortured her afterwards but it still chilled me."
"With the loss of her family, her imprisonment and torture, Elizabeth has lost a part of herself. It will take time and a lot of support but she will become a whole again. She broke down and finally grieved. That is the first step and but there will be many more to come."
"With her family's death and her brother being presumed dead, she is the teyrna of Highever now and will likely want to attend to some tasks before we leave for Redcliffe. I will do my best to help her."
"I'm glad because I really want her to get as much rest as possible to build up her strength before we leave. Miles already volunteered to run things and assist the mayor while she is away."
"He seems like a good man," Teagan stifled a yawn. "And very dedicated to the Couslands."
"And you need some rest," Wynne folded her arms. "Your room is directly across from this one. Ser Perth placed your pack in there."
"Thank you Wynne. Will you be alright?"
"Yes," Wynne nodded. "I'm going to sit with her for a bit before retiring to my room next door. That sleeping spell I put on her is not going to wear off until the morning."
"I'll see later then," Teagan headed to the door.
"Get something to eat before you head to bed. Lena set out a food in the main dining room."
"I'll grab something before I retire for the night," Teagan promised as he left the room.
…
Alistair and Renee stood in silence as they watched the spirit of the little boy skip around the room.
"He must be Elizabeth's nephew," Renee watched in fascination as the little boy circled them.
"Is he…trying to communicate with us?" Alistair asked as he watched the boy dance around them.
"I don't know."
The ghostly image turned and skipped toward the door then stopped and turned back to them."
"Are you Elizabeth's nephew?" Renee asked.
"Auntie!" The ghost clapped his hands before turning and disappearing through the door.
"Well that was…interesting," Alistair sat on the foot of the bed and began to remove his armor.
"Interesting?" Renee chuckled.
"Ree, it was a little boy and he didn't try to kill us. Considering all the things that have come out of the ground and tried to kill us, ghostly children do not bother me."
"You have a point," Renee said as she helped Alistair remove his armor.
"It's sad that an innocent little boy was cut down so needlessly. Fergus Cousland and his men arrived a few weeks before you and Duncan. He was nice…not your typical noble and was very appreciative that the Wardens were at Ostagar. We joked around a bit as I showed him around camp. He mentioned that he was going to have a sword made and tell his son it was from a darkspawn since he knew he couldn't bring back a real one since they would be tainted."
"Sounds like he loved his son," Renee held out her arms as Alistair unhooked her armor. "I used to listen to the mages that were occasionally allowed to go out when some noble house needed assistance. They always said the families appeared miserable."
"That's because most of the time children are valued as commodities with their sole purpose being to further their family's status," Alistair sat on the bed.
"Elizabeth certainly wasn't what I expected," Renee closed her eyes as Alistair rubbed her shoulders. I assumed noblewomen couldn't fight."
"I think a lot of the nobility who fought in the rebellion made sure their daughters were properly trained as well as their sons."
"She is quite skilled. I think even Zevran was surprised when we were making our way to the castle's entrance."
"He definitely was. When we were clearing the bodies, he mentioned that she'd make a good assassin."
"Of course he'd say that," Renee shook her head.
"Don't worry," Alistair laughed. "Zev said he wouldn't give her any ideas. He just respects how she survived."
"I've been thinking about that," Renee rested her head against Alistair's shoulder. "Except for the occasional memory of a woman crying, I really don't have any memories of my real family. The Circle has been my family my whole life but yet I feel bad for Elizabeth."
"I feel the same way. I have spent my whole life wanting a family and seeing those effigies and learning what happened was just so terrible. Elizabeth deserves justice for her family."
"And she will get it," Renee kissed his cheek. "Now let's get in that tub over there."
"You don't have to tell me twice," Alistair took her hand and they stepped into the tub.
"I just realized we will need to tell Elizabeth about Shale," Renee leaned back against Alistair chest as he wrapped his arms around her.
"You mean warn," Alistair chuckled.
I'm glad we left Shale with Bhodan and Sandal. They said they'd try to be in Highever the day after tomorrow so we have some time."
"I suppose we will have to tell her about me as well," Alistair sighed.
"Alistair she's going to be speaking at the Landsmeet and I think it would look better if it's coming from us instead of waiting for Eamon to do it."
"You're right. And Teagan did she may have seen the resemblance I have to Cailan."
"We'll bring it up when Teagan is around. Elizabeth already knew Teagan from before. She trusts him."
"I'm glad Eamon had him come along with some of the knights. He's a damn good warrior and he's got a better handle on this noble business."
"I like Teagan. He doesn't give himself enough credit…sort of the way you do."
"We're not going to argue about this king business are we?" Alistair sighed. "I said it once and I'll say it again…I'd make a terrible king. I don't care about politics, treaties, and trade deals."
"Sometimes the most humble men end up being the best kings," Renee turned around and put her arms around him his neck. "And I think you would make a wonderful king."
"And you know I love that you think that but you know we couldn't be together if I was king …I just want to be a Warden and be with you. I want to keep the world safe and when I'm not doing that, I want to spend every free moment with you. Don't you want the same?"
"You know I do," Renee caressed his cheek. "But…"
"It's settled then," Alistair kissed her.
"Alright," Renee sighed. "No more talking about it."
"Thank you."
Renee looked away as Alistair hugged her and stared into the fire.
…..
Elizabeth opened her eyes and sat up just as the door opened.
"Good morning," Renee smiled as she followed Lena inside.
"Hello," Elizabeth nodded politely.
"Lady Madeline," Lena set down a tray. "I brought you some porridge, bread, jam along with some tea."
"Thank you Lena," Elizabeth's hand shook slightly as she picked up the spoon. "I presume my regular room is a mess."
"I started cleaning it up yesterday my lady," Lena handed Elizabeth a napkin. "Did you need something?"
"You didn't have to start cleaning it so soon but thank you. I was hoping you could find me a clean dress and some small clothes."
"It just so happens I have washed some things that should be just about dry. I'll have them on your bed for you to put on after your bath."
"Bath?" Elizabeth's eyebrows flared slightly as she slowly ate.
"Wynne is preparing some special bath oil that aids in the healing process. It will help you get over that lung infection quicker. And there is something else," Renee pulled two small bottles out a sack. "Its important people don't recognize you for the time being."
"You want me to dye my hair."
"You could also use a…trim. It is not just about concealing your identity. We'll be traveling a great distance and it will be easier to maintain."
Elizabeth reached over and touched her hair. "It is matted in places. I just don't want it too short and what color choices do I have?"
"Leliana has trimmed my hair since we've been traveling. She knows what to do and as for dye…you have your choice between red and black."
"Guess I'll take red," Elizabeth set the bowl down and took a sip of tea.
"Lady Elizabeth is there anything you want special for supper this evening?" Lena held out a book to her. "They didn't destroy Nan's recipe book."
"Nan…I regret yelling at her the afternoon before…" Elizabeth sighed.
"And I miss her yelling," Lena admitted.
"Nan sounds like she was special to the both of you," Renee leaned against the wall.
"Thank you," Elizabeth looked up Renee. "She was my nanny but became our cook when I turned twelve. She was a very gruff, stubborn woman and set in her ways but I learned a great deal from her."
"Nolan told me she actually threw pan of hot oil at one of those monsters," Lena said somberly as she refreshed Elizabeth's tea.
"Lena…I promise they won't be forgotten," Elizabeth promised. "And as for supper; I noticed all of those chickens they brought in. How about some Nan's Chicken stew and you roast a few of them as well?"
"I can do that," Lena nodded. "I will go to your room to get a dress for you. And I'll have Nolan get the chickens prepared."
"Thank you and make it a simple dress that's easy to put on," Elizabeth winced.
"Yes my lady," Lena bowed and left the room.
"So tell me Renee," Elizabeth looked up at her. "For all the healing that was done to me, why do I feel so weak and sore?"
"Your willpower what kept you going but there comes a time when the body needs even more than that to survive."
Elizabeth and Renee turned to see Morrigan standing in the doorway.
"You're Morrigan," Renee nodded. "You are not from the Circle."
"My clothes give me away?" Morrigan chuckled. "I get the distinct impression I am not the first apostate you have met."
"No, you're not. There was old woman, a hedge mage who used to live in the woods. She was a bit odd but really nice and seemed to enjoy our conversations."
"I'm sure she did," Morrigan grinned.
"Is there something you needed Morrigan?" Renee asked.
"Wynne and Leliana are in the bathing room. And I am going to go venture out in the woods to replenish my elfroot supply."
"The southern section of the woods is full of elfroot," Elizabeth didn't bother to look up as she spread jam onto a slice of bread.
"Thank you. I shall head there then," Morrigan smiled coyly as she back out of the room.
"It's good to see you eating," Renee watched as Elizabeth finished the last slice of bread, then set the tray on the floor.
"I lived of off charred fish, rabbit, and whatever the militia could find and there were some days it would be just water," Renee fell back on the bad as she tried to stand up. "Eating feels good for a change."
"Let me help you," Renee put an arm around Elizabeth and helped her stand up.
"Thank you. I trust you and Alistair found your room comfortable?"
"Um," Renee's eyes widened. "Yes. We did. Thank you."
Renee was surprised not only by how astute Elizabeth was but how there was not one drop of judgment in her tone.
"So when are we leaving for Redcliffe?" Elizabeth asked as Renee helped her walk around the room.
"We're leaving in a few days. We want you to get your strength back and also figured you would want to attend to some things before our departure."
"Yes. Thank you. I will need to do that. Will Duncan be at Redcliffe? I presume Howe was lying when he said all the Wardens were dead."
Renee stopped and looked Elizabeth. "You knew Duncan?"
"He was a family friend. When I was five, he asked my father for permission to search the woods for Tevinter ruins. Every couple of years Duncan would come to visit and would stay for a few days at the castle before venturing out in the woods. He'd come back to the castle after a week or so, have a final supper with us and stay overnight before departing. Duncan actually saved me from some spiders when I was fourteen and afterwards sent me a book full on wilderness survival."
"Duncan…did not…survive Ostagar," Renee briefly looked away. "Alistair and I are the only Wardens that survived. He recruited me from the Circle and I only knew him for a few weeks as we traveled but he taught me a lot and was good to me."
"And because of Loghain, he is dead," Elizabeth shook her head. "I'm sorry."
"We've been traveling with these treaties to rebuild the army," Renee explained.
"Where have you traveled to?"
"We have support of the Circle…and Templars, as well as Orzammar. After we go back to Redcliffe, Alistair and I will be leaving with a group to look for the Dalish."
"Maker!" Elizabeth looked down at the floor. "I've lost track of time. How long has it been?"
"It has been close to a year," Renee gently said.
"I'm going to need some time to process this," Elizabeth said as they headed to the door.
"Believe me I understand. Now let's get you to the bathing room."
….
"The color has returned to your cheeks," Wynne remarked as she examined Elizabeth. "Did you eat?"
"Yes."
"Elizabeth has agreed to red as well as a haircut," Renee smiled.
"A trim," Elizabeth emphasized and looked at Leliana. "Renee told me you cut her hair before. Can you do bangs?"
"Indeed I can," Leliana smiled. "And red is an excellent choice. Your brown hair will take on a very rich auburn tone. Black definitely does not suit you…unless you want to look like a…"
"Ghost?" Elizabeth looked her then at the tub.
"Here…let's get your hair dyed at the basin," Leliana took Elizabeth's arm. "I can cut it after you've bathed."
"I don't mean to sound rude but I would like that wooden privacy screen moved towards the tub."
"Of course," Renee moved the screen to the tub. "You are in capable hands with Leliana and Wynne. I will see you later."
Renee gave a nod to them and left the room.
….
Alistair looked up and smiled as Renee entered the library.
"How is Elizabeth doing?"
"Better. She cleaned her plate and agreed to get her hair dyed and cut."
"I presumed you told Leliana beforehand not to do anything extravagant," Alistair laughed.
"I did," Renee chuckled as she sat down. "Did you know Elizabeth's family considered Duncan a family friend? She asked about him and I…told her what happened."
"What?" Alistair turned to her.
"Elizabeth said Duncan has been visited Highever since on and off since she five years old. Apparently the friendship started when Duncan asked her father if he could explore the woods to look for old Tevinter ruins."
"Maker, "Alistair briefly looked away.
"Elizabeth mentioned Duncan saved her life once and would always take time to talk with her when he visited."
"Now I understand why he mentioned Highever being like a home to him," Alistair put his arm around Renee. "It feels good knowing the Couslands held him in such high regard."
"I know."
"Do you think I should tell her that I spoke with her brother?"
"I think it would give her some comfort knowing you spoke with him."
"I will do that the next time I see her."
"You can do it at supper actually. I heard her discussing it with Lena."
"At the same time I suppose we'll tell her about me as well."
"I don't think she's going to be judgmental. She asked me if we found our room comfortable."
"Really?" Alistair's eyes widened. "And she didn't say anything else?"
"That's it."
"Most of the noblewoman I came across while strolling around Denerim came across as spoiled gossipy shrews."
"She's definitely not like that."
"Seneschal Miles has enlisted some men to help get those crates out of the wagons and bring them in the main hall," Alistair stood up. "Apparently the crates contained china, paintings, tapestries, anything Howe's men could find. I think I'll go help them."
"So where did everyone else go off to?"
"The last time I saw them Sten and Oghren were helping the men unload the wagons and Zevran was following Teagan to the dungeon because nobody else wanted to bring Wentworth some food."
"I will ask Sten if he's willing to guard him when we travel back to Redcliffe," Renee got up. "Something tells me he will likely be on his best behavior if he's watched by a Qunari."
"You can have Shale take turns with him," Alistair chuckled.
"That's actually excellent idea," Renee kissed his cheek. "Let's go help the men. I want to get a better look at those wagons since we'll be using them."
…..
"I don't care," Teagan glared as he rubbed his hand. "He had it coming."
"He did," Zevran agreed. "We'll just say his face fell on your fist. You should get that checked by Wynne or Renee if its bothering you."
"Its fine," Teagan sighed with relief when seeing he could move all of his fingers.
"What's going on?"
Turning they saw Renee and Alistair coming around the corner.
"Any problems with the prisoner?" Alistair asked.
"Let's just say he's missing a couple of teeth," Zevran chuckled.
"And thank you for telling them," Teagan said exasperatedly.
"What happened?" Renee asked.
"I hit him. He would not shut up about how he should have…"
"Teagan was defending Elizabeth's honor," Zevran interrupted.
"Let me see," Renee took his hand and examined it. "There is nothing broken. I have some mint oil you can have for later."
"We're going to let Sten take charge of him when we travel back to Redcliffe," Alistair added. "And since we're meeting up with Shale soon so they can take turns."
"That is a most entertaining idea," Zevran chuckled. "I would suggest making sure to emphasize that he must be kept in one piece however."
"Don't worry I plan to bribe Sten with baked goods and have some crystals stashed when I need to make Shale easier to deal with," Renee smiled.
"How is Elizabeth doing?" Teagan asked.
"Health wise she's better," Renee said as she lightly rejuvenated his hand to alleviate the stiffness. "She's having a healing bath right now and agreed to have her dyed and trimmed so she won't be recognized."
"And she didn't protest?" Teagan's eyes widened.
"She was actually very agreeable to it. We also talked for a bit. Elizabeth is not what I expected from a noblewoman."
"That's likely due to her parents keeping her away from Court for as long as possible. She hasn't become…. jaded or shallow."
"Elizabeth has definitely taken charge of things but she is a bit overwhelmed by how much time has passed. I really want her to take it easy before we leave. Would you try to help her out when it comes to this noble….teyrnir business?"
"You don't even have to ask. I'll be happy to help."
"There is something else," Alistair added. "We were wondering if you would be there when we explain about how I am Cailan's half-brother."
"Would you like me to tell her?"
Alistair and Renee looked at each other then back at Teagan.
"I'd appreciate it," Alistair sighed.
"I don't think you have anything to worry about. I read a bit Elizabeth's journal. She is definitely not your typical uptight Ferelden noblewoman," Zevran grinned.
"You read her journal?" Renee folded her arms and looked at him.
"What can I say?" Zevran shrugged. "I was bored and did some exploring and came across her room. I put it back where I found it."
"That still is not a very polite thing to do Zev," Renee scolded.
"I like getting to know the people I travel with. It is a Crow thing. I must say she is one of the more interesting Fereldens I have encountered. Aside from the impeccable education and training she has had; Elizabeth does not want to be in an arranged marriage, loved spoiling her nephew among other things. She mentioned her invitation from the Empress but wanted to go to Antiva with her nephew and sister-in law instead. I can't say that I blame her. With her beauty and skills, she'd fit right in. Moreover, she has had a couple lovers. She's no harlot but she is definitely not uptight when it comes to sex."
"Maker!" Teagan shook his head. "You've barely spoken to her and now you read her private thoughts? I'm relieved I don't keep a journal."
"Oh there are more ways to find out secrets," Zevran grinned. "I also like going to the brothels of every city I visit. You'd be amazed at what you can find out at a brothel."
"We're going to help unload those wagons," Renee shook her head. "I figure we'll need them for all that silver and they will help shorten the trek back to Redcliffe."
"Let's go," Teagan turned and walked down the corridor toward the gates.
….
"It looks likes Howe's men were trying to steal everything that was not nailed down," Alistair remarked as they surveyed the crates and other items they placed in the main hall. "But why would they take painting?"
"Think of it as a trophy," Zevran explained. "There are many who enjoy collecting portraits of dead nobles."
Teagan looked at the other portrait of Elizabeth and began to understand why Cailan had been so enchanted by her. A brown mane of hair framed a face of captivating beauty. Bathed in sunlight, she was sitting against a tree with a small smile etched on her lips that conveyed a playful coyness.
Letting out a sigh, he began to remember the last time he shared a drink with Cailan.
"You would not believe who was at the tournament last week," Cailan poured himself a goblet of wine. "She also made her debut in court."
"And who is your new conquest this week?" Teagan chuckled and sighed.
"Bryce Cousland's daughter," Cailan grinned. "Elizabeth won three out of six matches and tied Alfstanna in the archery competition. And then she came to court that evening and you would not believe the stir it caused."
"I met her around five years ago when I visited Highever. I remember her being pretty but I take it from your eagerness she must have blossomed into quite the lovely young woman."
"Lovely isn't the word for it Teagan. She is…incredible. To go from being this battle maiden to a beautiful…goddess, it was unbelievable! I have to have her."
"With all due respect nephew, she is Bryce's daughter. He's always been one of your most loyal advisors."
"A loyal advisor who hid his daughter away," Cailan scoffed. "It doesn't matter. She rebuffed me that night. I could not believe it. I had cornered her in the garden and she rejected me…the King of Ferelden!"
"And of course it made you want her more," Teagan poured himself more wine.
"It did," Cailan laughed.
"Nephew, you really should temper yourself. And there is Anora to consider."
"Anora and I have an understanding. She can have her fun and I can have mine as long as we are discreet."
"Somehow I think you and Anora have two very different definitions of fun."
"I've never shared my bed with a rogue before. Have you?"
"I can't say that I have," Teagan sighed and realized there would be no reasoning with him.
"The way she moved at the tournament, I bet she'd be incredible in bed."
"Teagan."
"Yes?" He turned to see Renee and Alistair looking at him.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. I was just lost in my thoughts."
He saw Miles and Elizabeth walk in through the other entrance.
Her brown hair, braided to the side had an auburn tone to it. She had been almost feral like when he found her in the woods but now looked like the lady of the castle.
"She looks…so much better," Teagan remarked as he watched a small smile form on her face as she spoke with Miles.
"We better deal with all those magical supplies the Tevinters had," Alistair suggested. "I remember Wynne mentioning it at breakfast that she wanted certain thing disposed of."
"Yes," Renee agreed. "And Morrigan is away right now so that will save an argument."
"I'll see you later," Teagan said as he walked over to where Elizabeth and Miles were standing.
"That was certainly an enchanted moment," Zevran broke his silence with a chuckle.
"What are you talking about?" Alistair looked at him.
"It's nothing," Zevran grinned as he left the hall.
"Come on," Renee took Alistair's hand. "Let's go find Wynne."
…
"I'm sorry Miles. Considering the history your family shares with mine and the fact your father and grandfather were both seneschals, I should have realized you would have access to the vault."
"No apologies are necessary Elizabeth," Miles said reassuringly. "I was also…I am your brother's best friend. I will always consider him a brother and you another sister."
"I'm glad Joanna is in Antiva," Elizabeth sighed.
"As am I," Miles agreed.
Elizabeth turned and looked at Teagan, "I was just about to look for you."
"I'm not interrupting am I?" He smiled at them.
"No," Elizabeth shook her head. "Miles informed me that my father had given him access to the vault and it made me remember the history between our families."
"Fergus was…is my best my best friend," Miles explained. "We grew up together and my little sister married Orianna's youngest brother and moved to Antiva."
"Joanna and I were inseparable growing up," Elizabeth briefly looked away. "She was seven months long with the last letter I received."
"Miles, you are actually the youngest Seneschal I've ever met," Teagan said.
"My brother is a scholar in Nevarra and never had any interest in politics and administration or running our farms while I possessed the aptitude for it," Miles explained. "I also think my age played a part in keeping the Cousland legacy safe. Howe questioned me about many things but never about the vault. I guess he assumed your father had not told me. Sadly though, the coffers in town have been picked clean."
"We will rectify that before I leave," Elizabeth promised.
"And I'll make sure Buckley comes to Highever to do the alterations for your armor."
"Thank you. Will you and Pauline be joining us for supper?"
"If you don't mind, we would like have our supper in the private dining room."
"You deserve time with your family." Elizabeth nodded. "And any of your staff who were trapped in town are welcome to work here for the time being."
"Thank you. I want to focus on protecting everybody as well as establish a sense of normalcy as much as possible. Those mercenaries that helped reclaim the town and the castle have expressed an interest in staying to help. They have been staying at the barracks in town with the militia."
"They're welcome to stay and I will thank each of them before we leave."
"And that reminds me I want to see the fortifications that are being built."
"Check with Ser Perth and Ser Donall," Teagan said. "They were coordinating the efforts with the militia."
"Thank you," Miles nodded and excused himself.
"How are you feeling?" Teagan smiled.
"Better but there are moments I feel like this is a dream and I am going to wake up in that cell."
"I know it must be overwhelming but we're here for you. I'm here for you."
"I appreciate it."
"You mentioned looking for me earlier. Is there something you need?"
"Since I will be a guest at Redcliffe, I wanted to bring a gift to Eamon and Isolde. I thought maybe you could choose a painting."
"Elizabeth you do not have to bring anything. Eamon regarded your father highly. He will be shocked and saddened by what happened to your family and will want to help you."
"But I do not wish to be beholden to your brother."
"You've agreed to speak at the Landsmeet that is all that is needed."
"I just feel like that's not enough."
"If you really feel that way there is…. something you can do while you are in Redcliffe," Teagan said as they sat down on bench.
"Tell me," Elizabeth looked at him.
"There is a portrait of my sister that was done after the rebellion. There are areas where it has become faded and there are some chips in the paint. Perhaps with your expertise it could return to its original grandeur."
"Teagan, Howe put a mallet to my hand…I'm lucky enough to be able to hold a dag…," Elizabeth held up her right hand and wiggled each finger. "Maker…I did not notice before. Wynne must have fixed it"
"No excuses then," Teagan smiled. "We'll bring some supplies with is when we leave."
"I will look at this painting but I am not making any promises."
"That is all I ask. My sister practically raised me after our mother died. It would mean a lot to me if you looked at it and offered suggestions."
"What should I pack for the trip?"
"I'm sure Renee and Wynne will help you pack the necessities and you will be provided with anything you need once we get to Redcliffe. By the way, before I forget to mention it, you look lovely. I have to admit I was surprised when Renee told me your hair was going to be dyed and you didn't protest."
"I understand why she wanted it done even though I didn't think it was necessary. Everyone probably knows and they are terrified that a similar fate could befall them."
"It was obvious your family's massacre was known. As we passed through several villages, most of the people avoided us but then Leliana and Zevran snuck around the area and overheard some of the people."
"Howe said he sent men to every village and town to let the people know he was the Teyrn of Highever. I'm sure they were scared to complacency."
"I am certain most of the nobility is aware of what happened as well," Teagan added.
"Of course they know and I can't blame them for not taking a stand. They are concerned for their own lands and families."
"Your father and mother schooled you well."
"They had to," Elizabeth said as she looked around. "I was not going to be one of those wives that sit in the background and do needlepoint. I am a woman who speaks her mind. Speaking of which, I didn't get a chance to say I am sorry about Cailan's death."
"Thank you. I should tell you though that he told me about your meeting with him and I feel I should be the one to apologize to you."
"It's not your fault he thought I'd be so swept away by his station that I would fall into bed into him."
"He should have known better. He was my first nephew. When he was younger, he followed me around like a little brother. And while I will miss him there was always part him that wondered if he if was the right man to rule."
"From what I understand Anora was doing most of the ruling."
"She was," Teagan admitted. "There was a Landsmeet held after Ostagar where Loghain basically appointed himself regent."
"My mother loved Anora. You don't think she…" Elizabeth paused and looked at Teagan.
"I honestly don't think so. It looked like Loghain was keeping her at bay."
"Eamon is calling this Landsmeet to challenge her claim to the throne as a way to deal with Loghain though."
Teagan's eyes widened, "Yes."
"The next thing you are going to tell me is Alistair is Maric's long lost son and Eamon wants to put him up on throne."
Teagan could not believe how she had everything figured out.
"I take it by your silence that I am not far from the truth."
"I was just about to talk to you about Alistair," Teagan admitted.
"It was easy to see his resemblance to Cailan though it appears he does not possess the same arrogance."
"He is indeed Cailan's… half-brother. Alistair is the product of a liaison Maric had with one of the staff at Redcliffe. He became Eamon's ward when his mother died during childbirth then sent off to the chantry when he was ten where he was educated and trained to be a Templar but conscripted by the commander of the Ferelden Wardens before his final vows. And that is my brother's plan."
"So Duncan saved him."
"Yes.
"Why was he sent to the Templars when Eamon could have had him educated and trained at Redcliffe?"
"It's… a long story and I really do not want to get into it now. I will say this though; when he was sent away to the Chantry, I was against it but I was in my early twenties at the time and had no say in the matter."
"It's alright. You do not have to tell me."
"You sound like you knew Duncan. Has he visited Highever before?"
"He was a family friend. He would come by from time to time and visit us for a few a days before venturing into the woods to look for old ruins. He was actually planning to visit around the time my family was murdered. A couple of weeks before it happened; he sent a note promising to come for a visit after dealing with the darkspawn threat in the south."
"I had drinks with him once at the Gnawed Noble," Teagan remembered. "He was very cordial and confided his concern about Cailan's glorification of the Wardens."
"Duncan saved me from some spiders when I was thirteen. He sent me a book on wilderness survival and added notes to it. And during every visit, he would actually make time and talk with me."
"He was a good man who did not deserve the fate Loghain gave to him."
"I agree. And I will gladly help bring justice for him as well as my family," Elizabeth stood up. "Would… you mind accompanying me when I visit the men?"
"I'll be glad to," Teagan smiled.
"Thank you. I didn't want to do this alone."
Teagan followed her to the barracks where the men were convalescing. Three men were sitting up in their beds and immediately looked up to her and smiled when seeing her.
She smiled and sat with each of them and as the other men woke up, went to them as well. Teagan watched as she held their hand, and listen to them promise that they would serve her the way they served her father. While her lower lip quivered occasionally, Elizabeth held strong and implored them to focus on their recovery. He was surprised when a few of the men thanked him for helping rescue them and told them it was a group effort.
Elizabeth promised to visit them again and excused herself when Lena came in with their food.
"That was a good thing you did," Teagan said as they walked down the corridor. "Your visit helped their morale and that will aid in their healing."
"Those men are what are left of our army. Most of them went with Fergus, while Howe killed the others left in my charge or had them taken away to Maker knows where. I could not let them down again."
"You will rebuild when this is over with," Teagan tried to encourage her. "And Highever will return to its former glory."
"But it's never going to be the same," Elizabeth briefly looked away as they turned the corner.
"Where are we going?
"I need to go to the family wing, to my…former chambers. There's something I need."
Crates filled with empty liquor bottles and other trash lined the walls as they entered the hall but Teagan was surprised to find Elizabeth's room looking as if just been cleaned.
"I can't believe they didn't take it," Elizabeth picked up the wooden toy ship that was sitting on the bookshelf. It was the most detailed ship Teagan had ever seen.
"That was going to be Oren's name day gift," Elizabeth set it down. "The sails actually work."
"It's wonderful," Teagan said as he watched her go through stack of books.
"And they didn't take this either," She slipped a small book into the pocket of her dress. "This is the book that Duncan sent me. It taught me basic wilderness survival. I thought I'd show it to Alistair."
"I'm sure he will appreciate that."
"I see my other jewelry box is gone," Elizabeth looked around.
"I'm sorry."
"It's alright. It is my fault. I should have brought it along to the vault with my other one."
"Was there anything of value in it?"
"It was a smaller chest and it contained a couple of rings and a bracelet," Elizabeth recalled. "There was a pendant too. It was the jewelry I was wearing the evening it happened."
She turned to Teagan, "Howe brought a woman here and she was Orlesian. Her name was… Sophie. He threatened to kill the men if I did not walk like a dog. She would laugh and pet me. I'm sure he gave her everything that was inside that box."
Her revelation made the anger rise in him but he remained silent and let her talk.
"Most of the pieces missing were things I had purchased but there was a ring Orianna gave to me that meant a great deal. When Fergus brought her back to Highever, it caused a bit of a scandal. She was Antivan…a foreigner and a lot of the noblewoman that were after Fergus made their displeasure known. She held her head high and used her wit against them while I stood up to them."
"I assume there were a lot of angry fathers who wanted their daughter married off to Fergus as well."
"There were a few," Elizabeth nodded. "Fergus didn't care though. Orianna made him happy. The ring had our birthstones set together and she told me it was to symbolize that we were sisters."
"I remember my visit here and how she sang one evening after supper," Teagan remembered. "She had a beautiful voice."
"She did," Elizabeth looked away. "I hope you don't think I am going mad but there have been a few moments where I heard her singing. I think it was just coming from my mind."
"When did you hear it?"
"The first time I heard the singing I was in the dungeon. It was some verses from the Chant and it filled me with clarity. I ended up escaping the next day. The second time was last night. I was in bed and I could her singing an Antivan lullaby she used to sing to Oren. It echoed around me. It felt like she was in the room."
"How did you feel?"
"It gave me a sense of peace, like I wasn't alone."
"You're not going mad Elizabeth," Teagan said gently.
"I'm relieved you think that but I would appreciate it if you keep this between us. I have no wish to be treated like some delicate flower"
"You have my word," Teagan promised. "Anything you tell me will be kept between us."
"I have to go to my painting room and then the vault. I will need to bring some supplies if I decide to restore that painting. I also want to get some armor out of one of the chests."
"I'll be glad to help you sort out the things you need," Teagan smiled.
"Let's go then," Elizabeth glanced one last time around the room and left the room.
….
Alistair, Zevran and Renee watched as Wynne road away with two of the militia.
"Wynne has delivered a lot of babies," Renee said as they walked back to the hall. "That woman in town is in safe hands."
"And she will likely see Bhodan, Sandal, and Shale before we do and give a rundown on everything," Alistair took Renee's hand and walked back in the hall. "That is one less as supper tonight."
"I don't think Sten will be dining with us," Renee laughed. "Then again he never eats with us at camp."
"True," Alistair chuckled. "Oghren mentioned something about wanting to cook up a batch of his brew before we head out. I told him to do it at an area where we can't smell it."
"Good," Renee let out an exasperated sigh. "I want to work out some of our travel plans"
They found Morrigan studying the portrait of Elizabeth's father and walked over to her.
"Twas a productive day in the woods," She turned to Renee and Alistair. "I found plenty of elfroot and my mother's old hut she used when she came to Highever."
"Your mother?" Renee looked at her as Alistair folded his arms. "What are you talking about?"
"The Couslands date all the way back to a time when my mother was…not as she is. Their ancestor was Captain of Connabar's guard. When she was married to Connabar, he implored her to help his ailing wife. Mother saved her and he was so grateful that he tried to warn her about Connabar's betrayal several years later. In the end, Elizabeth's ancestor was the only survivor when Mother sought her vengeance. He inherited everything, the title, the lands, everything. Mother has always looked out for the Couslands in her own way. And you know the irony of it all?"
"What?" Renee leaned against Alistair.
"The little research I did in the library leads me to believe that Connabar was an ancestor of this Rendon… Howe."
"And what does this have to do with anything?" Alistair glared.
"It has nothing to do with the matters at hand," Morrigan's eyes flared. "Hate and anger are powerful forces. It was in his blood to hate the Couslands. I also happen to find it fascinating to be at a place where my mother existed when she was a mortal as well as seeing the hut she used when she left the Wilds on her little sojourns."
"Morrigan," Renee sighed. "I would appreciate it if you did not mention this to Elizabeth. I don't think she's ready to hear something like that."
"I think Elizabeth is stronger than you think," Morrigan said as she looked at the portrait. "But you need not worry. I will not say anything nor will I mention that old woman she spoke about was likely my mother."
"I'd love to meet your mother," Zevran broke his silence with a chuckle. "I enjoy older women. They tend to know what they want."
"And my mother would like you as well," Morrigan looked at him.
"She would use you until there was nothing left but a dried up husk."
"Forget I said anything," Zevran stepped back and walked away from them.
"Don't you have potions to make?" Alistair looked at her disdainfully.
"Yes I do," Morrigan laughed softly and walked away.
"It should be supper soon. Let's go to the dining room and relax a bit," Renee took Alistair's hand. "Are you coming Zev?"
"Of course," Zevran sauntered over to them. "I saw the servants bringing a couple of bottles of wine into the dining room. And the aroma coming from the kitchen is quite welcoming."
"It is," Alistair agreed.
As they walked down the corridor, they came across Elizabeth and Teagan coming from another direction.
"We were just heading to the dining room," Renee.
"I'm going to check the kitchen in a few minutes," Elizabeth said as she reached into her pocket and looked at Alistair. "I just wanted to say that Duncan was a good man and my family always enjoyed his visits."
"Thank you," Alistair beamed. "Duncan once said Highever felt like home to him."
"My father considered Duncan a friend and once said that even the greatest warriors need a holiday from their burdens," Elizabeth held out the book to Alistair. "Duncan sent me this after saving me from a spider. I credit this book along with my training for helping me survive as long as I did."
Alistair opened the book and let out a sigh as he read the inscription and some of the notes.
"Thank you for showing me this," He handed her the book back. "And for what its worth if Duncan had been visiting the night of the attack, I'm sure he would have ignored the Wardens stance of neutrality and would have done everything in his power to help your family."
"If Duncan had been there, Howe would have wanted him dead. He was ecstatic to learn what happened at Ostagar. He hates the Wardens. I am surprised there haven't been bounties on you."
"Actually there have been…some attempts," Renee admitted as Zevran coughed.
"That is appalling but not surprising," Elizabeth shook her head and looked at them. "Will we encounter darkspawn as we travel to Redcliffe?"
"Yes," Renee nodded. "That's why we need you strong."
"I'm afraid we will also likely encounter Loghain's supporters fighting it out with his detractors," Teagan said somberly.
"We tend to avoid the main roads as much as possible," Alistair explained.
"I promise I will be well enough to take care of myself on this trip. You will not have to coddle me," Elizabeth stated. "There is one thing though and I will not take no for answer. I am taking my dog with me."
"Of course you can bring him," Renee smiled. "I left my Mabari at Redcliffe and regret not taking him along."
"Thank you," Elizabeth sighed. "Rex is almost two. My father gave him to me and I cannot leave him behind. You saw his abilities when we liberated the castle."
"Yes," Zevran broke his silence. "Those men didn't stand a chance."
"So Alistair did know Cailan well? You seem to be much more of a gentleman," Elizabeth looked at Renee. "You are very lucky."
"Thank you," Alistair put his arm around a blushing Renee and smiled. "I consider myself the lucky one and as for my brother, we did not really talk."
"He tried to seduce me the first time we met and assumed I'd be honored to be taken by the king. I told him I would bruise his royal jewels if he ever talked to me like that again. Men who are drowning in their own bravado do not get to share my bed. It is a shame Cailan did not bother to get to know you. He could have certainly used some of that humility you have."
"Yes. That's my brother for you," Alistair sighed. "And before I forget, I want you to know I met Fergus at Ostagar. I showed him around and we even joked around a bit. He was proud to serve Cailan but mentioned looking forward to being home with his family. He offered me to buy me a round after it was over."
"That's my brother," Elizabeth smiled. "And he would have bought you that round. Now if you will excuse me, I am going to check the kitchen and head to the kennels to get Rex. Why don't you all head to the dining room? I'll be there shortly."
"We'll see you there," Renee nodded.
They watched her turn and head down the corridor then disappear around a corner.
"I have to admit I feel silly for worrying," Alistair chuckled.
"Didn't I tell you she would not be judgmental?" Renee smiled.
"I guess I should listen to you more," Alistair grinned and pulled her close.
"You should," Renee kissed his cheek.
"Elizabeth is remarkable isn't she?" Teagan said admiringly. "After all she's been through; it's amazing she can still be so gracious. It's certainly a testament to how her parents raised her."
"I am curious Teagan," Zevran spoke up. "What did you think of Elizabeth when you found her in bed waiting for you back when you visited Highever a few years ago?"
…
Teagan felt the stares they gave as he looked at Zevran, "I should have realized from the odd look you gave me that you knew about that from reading her journal."
"Look," He turned to look at Renee and Alistair. "That happened when she was sixteen years old. She had a little crush on me and I gently let her down."
"Most men would consider finding a young woman waiting for them in bed to be a gift from the Maker," Zevran chuckled.
"I was raised to be a gentleman," Teagan glared. "And the Couslands were family friends. I would have never taken advantage of Elizabeth like that. And as you can see it's been forgotten and I would appreciate this not being mentioned again."
"Come on Zev," Alistair shook his head. "You had your fun. Now let's head to the dining room."
"I'll be there in a few minutes," Renee looked at them.
…..
"I'm sorry about Zevran," Renee said apologetically. "He likes to get in everyone's business."
"I can see that but I'm sure you did not linger here just to apologize."
"Just be grateful I am not Wynne," Renee chuckled nervously. "You'd be getting a lecture now."
"What do you want me to say Renee? It was an incident that is long forgotten."
"So it will not be a problem then?"
"Of course it will not be a problem. All I want is to be a friend to Elizabeth and help her."
"Alright then," Renee sighed.
"That's it?"
"Teagan, Alistair and I have to focus on the blight. Elizabeth has not mentioned it so it obviously will not be a problem. We've all done stupid things when we were younger. I am not going to judge you or Elizabeth."
"But you were in the Circle…how…"
"The Circle isn't a cloister Teagan," Renee chuckled. "Let's just say I threw myself at a fellow mage and he took advantage of me when I was around the same age as Elizabeth had that incident with you."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I should have known better. And he's long gone now anyway."
"So I take it you won't mention this to Wynne?"
"Maker no," Renee laughed. "I love Wynne dearly but I also like and respect you enough to not have you endure one of her lectures."
"Thank you."
"Let's head to supper," Renee smiled and turned toward the dining room.
…
Renee watched as Lena and two other servants set down several roast chickens, a pot of stew, and some other food on the table. Looking toward the entrance, she watched Elizabeth walk in with her dog happily trotting beside her. She watched as Teagan quickly got up from his chair and helped Elizabeth to her seat.
"I think Teagan likes Elizabeth more than he realizes," Alistair whispered.
"And since when did you become an expert of matter of the heart?" Renee chuckled quietly as she playfully pat his leg under the table.
"He is looking at her the way I would look at you," Alistair reached for her hand. "And Teagan was always good to me. Is it wrong to want your friends to be happy?"
"No," Renee reached over and kissed him. "She's been through so much. And I just think it's too soon to presume something like that."
"You never know though," Alistair whispered as he glanced over to see Morrigan and Leliana coming in. "Zevran told me about the crush Elizabeth had and Teagan is looking at her differently. It could be fate."
Renee watched Teagan pour a goblet of wine for Elizabeth as she set plate of food down on the floor for Rex to eat. Their eyes met briefly, as she helped reached for one of the empty bowls Lena had set down but sank against her chair. Sensing it was merely exhaustion, Renee did not bother to get up to attend to her and watched as Teagan filled the bowl and set it before her before getting his own bowl.
Whether Alistair was right to wrong about his assumption, one thing Renee did realize was that the trip back to Redcliffe was certainly going to be interesting.
To Be Continued
(Next chapter will be shorter)