posted on May, 4 2017 @ 02:18 PM
69 - Etielien
“Are you alright, Galicarr?” Siere asked the tall Lanceguard. She had invited him in to her apartments after their visit with Casera the Bearer,
and they sat now in her anteroom with some hot spiced Norvikzaag tea. She realized that may raise some eyebrows among the Seers and Seeresses, but
there was no vow of celibacy among the Temple leadership, even if Aomm’s command proscribed intimacy outside of marriage. This was not that kind of
visit, of course, and even a cursory interview using Galicarr’s kir would prove it out. Siere’s need to be sure of him overrode other
“Yes, your Grace,” he replied, “just a bit tired. I am sorry I could not break her Command. I hope you know I would never hurt you,
“I believe you, Galicarr. That girl has quite mastered the kir, it appears. Not all Commands are so difficult to break, yes?”
“That may be, but regardless, my duty is to protect you,” he said stiffly. “I failed at that today – you had to protect yourself from me. I
am ashamed, Seeress.”
“You have nothing to apologize for. Let it drop as I have. Am I clear?” she assured him gently.
After a moment, he gave a small nod. “Your Grace, may I ask a question?”
“You may,” she murmured over a sip of tea.
“What did she do to my Lord Captain?”
Siere sighed. How much to tell him? “That is not my story to tell, Galicarr. Suffice it to say, she treated him ill and deserved every
moment of what she got tonight and more. You must not let on to anyone about this situation. If word of our efforts tonight were to come out,” she
set her teacup down, “Well, people will gossip, yes? He is a –“, she hesitated, “a good man, and I would not see his credibility damaged. In
addition, if certain people were to find out about Casera, quite frankly she may end up dead. There is no need for it to go that far. I wish her
actions stopped, not her heart. Life is precious, and I believe she is under control for the time being. Do you understand?”
“I do, Seeress.” He continued to gaze at her, the expression on his beautiful face unreadable.
“What is it?”
“I, ah, that is,” he seemed unsure of himself suddenly.
“Speak freely, Lanceguard.”
“Thank you, your Grace. If I may be so bold, you are a truly remarkable woman, your Grace. If there is anything I may ever do for you, even above
and beyond my duties for Braeghe Color, I am your servant.”
To her surprise, he set his tea aside and stood. He drew his sword, reversed his grip, and descended to one knee, keeping the point firmly on the
flagstones. It was an old ceremony, one she had never actually seen performed.
“I accept your service, Master Galicarr. Please rise,” she replied. It was the formal acceptance of the ceremony. “How do you know of the
Etielien?” referring to the ritual by its proper name.
“I grew up in the Eastholds, your Grace. We were a small estate. My mum and da and almost all my household were killed by Mons Rosians when I was
a young boy. I was brought to the local Temple by my governor, Master --”
“Vidielet,” Siere breathed. “You were saved by Jin Vidielet, how did I not put it together? He brought you to the Temple in Besh-Hammaonn.
I’m so sorry about your family, Galicarr. I remember that day – the day we heard about it in Lithelwaite. Father was so angry. He rode out with
a hundred men to chase down the raiders, but he never found them. Your father was a good man,” she put a hand on his broad shoulder.
“Thank you, my Lady. I thought perhaps you had been too young to remember,” he said softly.
“How did you come to serve under Lord Braeghe?”
“Ah, yes,” he smiled, “It was Lord Hyn Braeghe, your Grace. I had just come to the Bastion – with no estate, no mother or sisters, I was an
orphan. Master Vidielet brought me to Avaanse and petitioned the Queen to allow me to enter the Bastion. She refused at first, but Lord Hyn happened
to be at court that day. He came up the aisle and vouched for me, took me under his wing. Never expected that. It was a sad day when he was
taken,” he finished somberly.
“Well I am glad to have you here, Galicarr,” Siere smiled at him. “Now, if you please, it has been a long day, and I would like to rest. You
may,” she hesitated a moment, unsure of herself. “You may stay here in the anteroom if you choose,” she finished in a rush.
“As comfortable as that would be, your Grace, I would just as soon protect your reputation as well as your person,” he bowed slightly. “Sleep
well, Seeress. I will watch over you,” he said with a dazzling smile, then turned smoothly and let himself out.
Siere released the breath she had been unconsciously holding.