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Post by King Mark of Cornwall on Dec 28, 2011 1:58:18 GMT
Mark ducked his head and moved inside. The inside of the hut was dark and smoky. He coughed briefly and as his eyes adjusted to the gloom, he saw the shape of the old woman.
"You know who I am grandmother?" asked Mark politely.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Dec 28, 2011 11:49:37 GMT
The seeress wore a long enveloping cloak and was bent-backed with age. She looked up front her chair. Her face was small and wrinkled, her eyes dim and unfocused.
"Aye. Mark of Cornwall, who calls himself king. Hail! I knew that you would come but not why you would come. Sit and drink ale with me and tell me why you are here. Aye, and pour me a cup of ale too."
She indicated two wooden cups and a flagon of ale.
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Post by King Mark of Cornwall on Dec 28, 2011 21:13:50 GMT
Mark grimaced. There it was again. Who calls himself King.
He poured two cups of ale and set one down before the seeress.
"Indeed I am. Mark King of Cornwall, acknowledged as such by the nobles and tribes of Cornwall and by the High King of Britain."
He eyed his cup of brown ale with a faint look of distaste.
"I have come to ask about rumors of some of the Thirteen Treasures of Britain being located in my kingdom. Teilo the Druid tells me you may know of these Treasures."
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Dec 28, 2011 22:14:16 GMT
"Perhaps I do," she said.
She groped for her ale and drank deep before looking at him again.
"You must surely know by now, lord, that we of the Mount have small love for mainlanders. We have always ruled ourselves and ruled well. You will get no bowing and scraping from me but I will aid you if you will swear a holy vow to use the knowledge I offer only for good."
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Post by King Mark of Cornwall on Dec 29, 2011 7:51:21 GMT
Mark thought for a moment. Finally he nodded. "Very well. If that is the condition of your help, I see no reason not to offer that oath."
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Dec 29, 2011 12:42:11 GMT
The old lady bared her rotting black teeth at him in a horrible grimace. She drank a mouthful of ale.
"Then tell me, Mark of Cornwall, what exactly do you wish to know? You must know a little of the Treasures if you have come to me about them."
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Post by King Mark of Cornwall on Dec 29, 2011 22:02:57 GMT
"I hear stories of a mantle that makes the wearer invisible and that there may be a sword with unspecified special powers." replied Mark
"The stories say that both may be located in Cornwall."
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Dec 30, 2011 10:44:30 GMT
The old lady cackled wickedly at him.
"The sword is in Cornwall but the mantle is not. Whoever told you that was wrong."
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Post by King Mark of Cornwall on Dec 30, 2011 23:15:35 GMT
Mark nodded at the confirmation of the sword. He decided to be direct. "You know where the sword may be found?"
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Dec 31, 2011 22:41:29 GMT
"I do," the old lady agreed. "I think that information is worth much to you, is it not, lord?"
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Post by King Mark of Cornwall on Dec 31, 2011 23:30:17 GMT
Here it comes thought Mark with a glimmer of distaste. But he nodded anyway and sighed inwardly, looking around for the Chief.
"What do you want in exchange for telling me where the sword is?"
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jan 3, 2012 15:09:03 GMT
The old woman bared her rotten teeth at him in a grimace even more frightening than the last.
"I want a knighthood for the son of my grandson when he does come of age. I want him to reside at your court as a squire, as you noblemen do."
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Post by King Mark of Cornwall on Jan 3, 2012 22:43:25 GMT
Mark studied her for a moment before replying.
"If the information you give me be true and leads to the location of the sword, then I agree. A knighthood for your great-grandson and as a squire he shall reside at Tintagel."
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jan 3, 2012 22:50:50 GMT
"It is agreed," she said.
She spat on her hand and held it out to him.
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Post by King Mark of Cornwall on Jan 3, 2012 23:11:58 GMT
Mark repeated her action and clasped her hand.
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