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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jun 24, 2012 23:34:23 GMT
He beckoned her closer.
"Why do you want to do this thing? Why do you hate Camelot?"
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Post by Hallewes on Jun 24, 2012 23:36:01 GMT
"I hate knights and all that they stand for, especially those that are so called righteous." Hallewes said. "Such as those at Camelot."
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jun 24, 2012 23:42:41 GMT
"I see. And what will I get if I help you? And I mean me personally. I don't much like the Pendragon boy - not that I've ever met him - but I wnat to know that it is to my advantage to help you destroy him."
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Post by Hallewes on Jun 24, 2012 23:44:32 GMT
"I will be indebted to you and well... it may be good to have the throne of Dumonia in your debt." Hallewes said with a smile. "Is there somewhere more private that we can speak?"
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jun 24, 2012 23:53:09 GMT
"This is my solar. There is nowhere better than this for a private conversation. I can send away my queen and your knight, if you would prefer?"
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Post by Hallewes on Jun 24, 2012 23:55:53 GMT
"Sir Ironside knows all that I can say to you. And if you are happy for your Queen to hear then I have no problem, but it is not something that most like to hear."
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jun 25, 2012 0:33:14 GMT
"Fine then. Wife, take Sir Ironside and keep him entertained, while I speak with his mistress."
He waved his hand at his wife. Hallewes and Ironside could see now that the queen was much younger than she had seemed, no more than fifteen, when the king was about thirty.
The queen led Ironside out the room.
"Would you care for a tankard of good Irish poteen, sir?"
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Post by Sir Ironside/Merlin on Jun 26, 2012 7:45:35 GMT
Ironside did not like the idea of leaving Hallewes alone with the foreign king, but did as he was bid. It seemed that for the moment, the loss of his hand had taken some of the fire out of the Red Knight.
"I'd take a tankard of anything at this point." he answered the young queen, staring forlorn at the stump where his strong hand had once been.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jun 26, 2012 18:10:09 GMT
The queen poured him a drink of a fiery Irish bevarage made from potatoes.
"My king loves it," she said, somewhat nervously. "Sir, you are not from Ireland, are you?"
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Post by Sir Ironside/Merlin on Jun 27, 2012 6:53:37 GMT
Ironside picked up the tankard clumsily with his remaining hand and drained the beverage without a second thought, feeling the warmth spread through him.
"What gave me away?" he asked with a sneer, slamming the empty tankard down.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jun 27, 2012 12:52:06 GMT
The young queen shrank back, her composure gone. She seemed little more than a child.
"Your voice, sir. You do not sound like one of my husband's people. Please, my king asked me to take care of you while he speaks with your lady. Is she...is she your wife?"
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Post by Sir Ironside/Merlin on Jun 27, 2012 18:17:12 GMT
"No, Lady Hallewes does not have the honor of being such." Ironside answered, trying to refill his tankard but sloshing the fiery liquid all over the table. What he did get in his cup, he drained quickly.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jun 27, 2012 18:29:24 GMT
The girl looked at him with pity in her eyes, mingled with fear.
"Please, let me serve you. It is my duty as lady of the castle to serve honoured guests."
Her voice was whisper soft.
"Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?"
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Post by Sir Ironside/Merlin on Jun 27, 2012 20:41:10 GMT
"Why should I allow you to do your duty when I am hardly capable of performing mine anymore?" he asked, melancholy pain in his voice.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jun 27, 2012 21:22:24 GMT
She flinched as if he had struck her.
"I meant only kindness, sir. I...I...am sorry for your loss. Please let me help."
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