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[byblow]

I need to ask a favor, Teren.

[doneisdone]

Out with it, then.

[byblow]

I need you to put the fear of the Maker into Scipio. More so than usual. Please.

[doneisdone]

What has that fool boy done this time.

[byblow]

He asked Sabriel to go to the soirée with him by riding a horse through the courtyard and shouting to her through a window.

[doneisdone]

...how did Sabriel react to this?

[byblow]

[ The worst part. ]

She went with him.

[doneisdone]

Not sure I understand the problem? Young people regularly make fools of themselves, there's nothing I can do to change that.

[byblow]

There are young people [ he's not a young people ] we have to live with [ we, old people, of which he is one ] and if they're already at horseback window-shouting I don't want to imagine where they'll be in a month.

[doneisdone]

[She's silent for a few moments.]

Is this a joke, Alistair. Are you being ironic.

[byblow]

[ Why would he even ]

Either he's going to be writing songs about her and I'm going to want to kill him or he's going to hurt her and I'm going to actually kill him. There's no other way for it to end, unless it ends soon.

Maybe you could convince her to end things with him. I like that better, actually.

[doneisdone]

[Another thoughtful silence.]

...you're trying to divert me, aren't you. You did something, didn't you. Alistair what did you do.

[byblow]

I haven't done anything! I am trying to prevent myself from having to do something. I like Scipio. I don't want to hate him. And you know how I am when I hate someone—I'll make everyone miserable. I won't be able to help it. This is for the greater good, Teren.

[doneisdone]

[a long-suffering sigh.]

And why would you hate him? Do you fancy Sabriel?

[byblow]

No. No. She's a child! Not really a child, I mean, she's very grown-up and competent, but she's too young for me. She's so good, though. I mean—you know what I mean. It hasn't all gotten to her yet. She's not all cynical and weepy like the rest of us. [ Or is that just him. ] And he's some sort of con artist.

[doneisdone]

You ought to know better than anyone that children must learn from their own mistakes. Try to put her off from this and she'll fight back all the harder. Scipio thinks he's very clever, but he's not a bad sort. The girl will have people around her to swoop in if things start to go awry.

[She clears her throat.]

Until then, stop whining and mind your own business.

[byblow]

[ That's a very good argument, kind of. The finality of it works on him, at least. But he still grumbles. ]

I don't know what you're talking about. I've never made a mistake in my life.

[ He's not serious. Obviously. She wins. ]

[doneisdone]

Of course not. How presumptuous of me.

Sending Crystal

[justice_is_blond]

More seriously, if I can help in any practical way, let me know. Kaisa and Alistair are all Blackwall's and yours.

because mj said it was ok, a very crumpled letter--

[bunko]

[--which arrives in dismal shape, if 'crumpled' didn't get at that feature adequately enough. Also damp, trodden on, and smelling a little of fish. The parchment is bad, the handwriting is terrible. An effort was made.]

DERST TEAREN ------

IT IS I SCIPIO! I half wrote this On My Owne with smalest Help from Rafael. We are vary happie where we are and half Advaned the Coss of thee Wardans admerably. Merry it is Warme and we Ware Little and live ease. Many ar im pressed with us and saye that thay know notte how they Gott Bye without Wardans among there number befour us. You ar Proud am I shore and Welle should you Bee. But I am waring my Shirte!! Many ar jellyus of my Shirte also and saye thay Wish in Hart that thay had such a Fine Shirte of Owning.

I half hoope that you are Welle derst Tearen and I Thinkee of you offtan. Rafael does notte but thinks little of little so take no Offens. I half hoope that thee Wardans ar Welle two and that Skyhould is Warmer. And your Camp is notte flooded. And your foode is beter then whan lefte.

I half sente this letar by Fish Manger. And I hoppe it smelles beter then I am Thinke it wille.

Love From: SCIPIO THEE MARVL

[doneisdone]

[A scroll returns, wound tightly and with penmanship as spartan as its sender.]

Dear Scipio,

I am glad to see you practicing your letters, and of the honest and valorous work you are no doubt doing.
We have recently returned from a campaign to the Deep Roads, wherein we lost Senior Warden Hansen to his Calling. If you knew him well, I regret that you had to hear this way, but now you know. There was also a business up in Weisshaupt with some demons and blood magic and a dragon, but it was all a lot of nonsense and aggravation and I am quite glad to be done with it.

I hope you and Rafael are staying out of trouble. I am too far away to bail you out or stop anyone from killing you, so keep your head on your shoulders until we meet again.

Teren

P.S. If your cohorts should like a shirt like yours, you know where to send them.

[crystal]

[unbrokenoath]

Teren, did you know you can have three wives? Three. Imagine--like. Just. Imagine that for a moment. Three wives.

[ This is important. ]

[doneisdone]

Why would you even want one.

[unbrokenoath]

I don't want one, I want three. [ Are you EVEN LISTENING, Teren?? ]

[doneisdone]

[SIGH]

[You can almost hear her burying her face in her hand.]

What would you do with three wives.






Don't answer that.