January 17th, 2005

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Casa Belweldie, part 1 [26 Thory 4261]

I got to the Belweldie's home on time, wearing my best ribbons, each in the right place. That part of the evening worked right, at least.

Ysgwyd's parents are a reasonably pleasant Orren couple, perhaps in their 60's or 70's. [40-50 Earth years.-bb] Hispis Belweldie is a chubby short Orren woman, who could be Floooosh's cousin, or at least a frequent visitor to her bakery. She is an executive in the printing company that prints the Water Tree nonsense. She doesn't look very good in lavender, not even with very glittering lavendar cut-glass ear-crests for extra fanciness.

Thaura Belweldie is a leaner and taller Orren woman, who actually is Flooosh's third cousin or something. I actually have met Thaura before; she is the Greatest Official of Disbursements at the Bank of Teleporting Hexagons, and, a month or so ago, when my usual Official wasn't there, she gave me a substantial sum of my ~mother~'s money. She looks quite good in lavendar.

Also they have a few servants, some of whom were obviously hired for the occasion.

Casa Belweldie is a fairly nice house in a fairly nice neighborhood, two floors, several scraps of yard with some flowering fruit trees, a very dignified statue of a prior Duke skewering a blee on his scimitar in the front yard, a view of one of the nicer public ponds, and so on. I've visited a couple of mansions though -- Tethezai's family and Esory's family, for two -- and Casa Belweldie is not a mansion.

The parlor of Casa Belweldie has copies of several portraits of Vheshrame nobility of previous decades, many of them Orren. None of these are exactly Belweldie ancestors, though Thaura is somewhat related to a few famous Orren who I have never heard of.

Herethroy servants in approximately-matched striped frocks brought us tiny tarts of fruit and eel (made by Floosh, I suspect), as appetizer. Thaura and Hispis carefully avoided a variety of unpleasant questions, such as:

  1. What, precisely, is your relationship with our son-in-law?
  2. What, precisely, will become of your your relationship with our son-in-law?
  3. Where, precisely, is our son-in-law?

We discussed the duke's clothes (they are that polite) and pastries and theatre and banking and such for a while.

And then -- an hour and a half after the time on the invitation -- there was a knock at the door.

Thaura:"Oh, capital. Ilottat is sure to be here now."

She was wrong, though. It was the other guest. Whom I did not know was going to be a guest at all.

Hispis:"Sythyry, with great pleasure I introduce you to my daughter Ysgwyd."

Ysgwyd:"Oh, you're my husband's new chippie? Glad ta meecha."

I did my best to be as polite as possible. At least, I'm moderately sure I said something in response.

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Casa Belweldie, part 1 [26 Thory 4261]

I got to the Belweldie’s home on time, wearing my best
ribbons, each in the right place. That part of the evening
worked right, at least.

Ysgwyd’s parents are a reasonably pleasant Orren couple,
perhaps in their 60’s or 70’s. [40-50 Earth years.-bb]
Hispis Belweldie is a chubby short Orren woman, who could be
Floooosh’s cousin, or at least a frequent visitor to her
bakery. She is an executive in the printing company that
prints the

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<p style="border: 1px solid black; padding: 3px;"><strong>Originally published at <a href="http://sythyry.com/2005/01/360/">Sythyry</a>. Please leave any <a href="http://sythyry.com/2005/01/360/#comments">comments</a> there.</strong></p><h2>Casa Belweldie, part 1 [26 Thory 4261]</h2> <p> I got to the Belweldie&#8217;s home on time, wearing my best<br /> ribbons, each in the right place. That part of the evening<br /> worked right, at least. </p> <p> Ysgwyd&#8217;s parents are a reasonably pleasant Orren couple,<br /> perhaps in their 60&#8217;s or 70&#8217;s. [40-50 Earth years.-bb]<br /> Hispis Belweldie is a chubby short Orren woman, who could be<br /> Floooosh&#8217;s cousin, or at least a frequent visitor to her<br /> bakery. She is an executive in the printing company that<br /> prints the <a<br /> href="http://www.world-tree-rpg.com/sythyry/story-so-far.phtml#water-tree">Water<br /> Tree</a> nonsense. She doesn&#8217;t look very good in lavender,<br /> not even with very glittering lavendar cut-glass ear-crests<br /> for extra fanciness. </p> <p> Thaura Belweldie is a leaner and taller Orren woman, who<br /> actually <b>is</b> Flooosh&#8217;s third cousin or something. I<br /> actually have met Thaura before; she is the Greatest<br /> Official of Disbursements at the Bank of Teleporting<br /> Hexagons, and, a month or so ago, when my usual Official<br /> wasn&#8217;t there, she gave me a substantial sum of my ~mother~&#8217;s<br /> money. She looks quite good in lavendar. </p> <p> Also they have a few servants, some of whom were obviously<br /> hired for the occasion. </p> <p> Casa Belweldie is a fairly nice house in a fairly nice<br /> neighborhood, two floors, several scraps of yard with some<br /> flowering fruit trees, a very dignified statue of a prior<br /> Duke skewering a blee on his scimitar in the front yard, a<br /> view of one of the nicer public ponds, and so on. I&#8217;ve<br /> visited a couple of mansions though &#8212; Tethezai&#8217;s family and<br /> Esory&#8217;s family, for two &#8212; and Casa Belweldie is not a<br /> mansion. </p> <p> The parlor of Casa Belweldie has copies of several portraits<br /> of Vheshrame nobility of previous decades, many of them<br /> Orren. None of these are <i>exactly</i> Belweldie<br /> ancestors, though Thaura is somewhat related to a few famous<br /> Orren who I have never heard of. </p> <p> Herethroy servants in approximately-matched striped frocks<br /> brought us tiny tarts of fruit and eel (made by Floosh, I<br /> suspect), as appetizer. Thaura and Hispis carefully avoided<br /> a variety of unpleasant questions, such as: </p> <ol> <li>What, precisely, is your relationship with our<br /> son-in-law?</li> <li>What, precisely, will become of your your relationship<br /> with our son-in-law?</li> <li>Where, precisely, <b>is</b> our son-in-law?</li> </ol> <p> We discussed the duke&#8217;s clothes (they are <i>that</i><br /> polite) and pastries and theatre and banking and such for a<br /> while. </p> <p> And then &#8212; an hour and a half after the time on the<br /> invitation &#8212; there was a knock at the door. </p> <p><b>Thaura:</b><i>&#8220;Oh, capital. Ilottat is sure to be<br /> here now.&#8221;</i></p> <p> She was wrong, though. It was the <b>other</b> guest.<br /> Whom I did not know was going to be a guest at all. </p> <p><b>Hispis:</b><i>&#8220;Sythyry, with great pleasure I<br /> introduce you to my daughter Ysgwyd.&#8221;</i></p> <p><b>Ysgwyd:</b><i>&#8220;Oh, you&#8217;re my husband&#8217;s new chippie?<br /> Glad ta meecha.&#8221;</i></p> <p> I did my best to be as polite as possible. At least, I&#8217;m<br /> moderately sure I said <b>something</b> in response.</p> <p><script type="text/javascript">SHARETHIS.addEntry({ title: "", url: "" });</script></p>
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Casa Belweldie, part 1 [26 Thory 4261]

Hispis:"Ysgwyd! Apologize to Lord Sythyry at once!"

She used a title which I suppose I'm entitled to, as Hezimikkinen's half-sib, but one which really suggests that I'm trying to be a major political force in Vheshrame, which I am most certainly not. It's the sort of title that one might have if one were trying to emphasize that one would make an excellent lord-minister of something or other.

Ysgwyd:"Mother dear, I do believe you're getting the etiquette a bit backwards. Ordinarily it's the adulterer who ought to apologize to the wronged wife."

Hispis:"Wronged? Wronged? How can you say 'wronged', after all you've done to him!"

Ysgwyd:"I've done him just exactly as much as he's wanted me to do him."

The two of them went at it like Sangaar and Vestrixuu. [An invulnerable golem and an endlessly-regenerating three-headed turtle-dragon stuck in a pocket universe at the end of a somewhat obscure but importantly classic adventure story based very loosely on something real. -bb] I excused myself on the basis of a certain personal urgency -- I had, after all, been drinking tea for the last hour and more -- and took rather longer than strictly necessary.

When I finally decided that I couldn't responsibly stay any longer without claiming illness ... and had pretty much decided to claim illness ... I heard Ilottat's voice from outside. So, I coolly and collectedly snarked forth from the lavatory and leapt upon him and embraced him in arms and legs and wings and tail and neck.

He fainted from embarrassment.

Hispis and Thaura called the servants over -- by the wrong names -- and got brandy for Lord Ilottat. I don't think he's generally called "Lord" either.

He was brandied back to consciousness -- which is not how brandy usually works -- and apologized a great deal for being late. He had, evidently, taken a wrong turn, and wound up walking a great distance expecting to see the Slorennly Tower any minute, and, when he realized his error, went into a wild rush and slipped into a trench and ruined his clothes and had to zoom back home to change. We all forgave him.

Ysgwyd:"Hi there, huzzy-bump. Sounds like you've been keeping your bed warm your favorite way!"

Ilottat:"Noswaith da, good evening, my honored wife."

Ysgwyd:"And my mothers tugged me back home to meet zir. So, hi there, Sythyry. Is Ilottat a good lover? I wouldn't know."

Me:"Hello, Ysgwyd ... well ... I ... "

Ysgwyd:"Oh, don't fuss yourself about it. I don't really care -- he's certainly not my type."

Ilottat:"I am desolée, sorry, to displease you, my lady wife."

Ysgwyd:"No, you're not, and I'm not day-so-lay that I displease you either, but that's OK, I can get night-so-laid by someone I do like, and besides you're pretty sweet for an Orren. Don't you agree, Sythyry?"

It hardly seemed like the place to disagree. It was even true. I had, perhaps, been a bit upset before he got there, but now that he was all there and safe and everything ... I think I said something intelligible.

Ysgwyd:"So, is a real one better than a hooker with a shifty-spell?"

Ilottat:"My lady wife, I do beg of you parler, to speak of more polite things."

Ysgwyd:"In my own home? To my own mother and stepmother? After what they did to my father, to say nothing of you and me? If they can't take the truth about us by now, then fuck 'em. Except, well, I guess that's Sythyry's job. Zie's the only one of us who actually likes fucking Orren."

The Belweldies were utterly aghast. For that matter, so were Ilottat and I.

Then a breathy voice from nowhere said, "I like ... an Orren ... too." The speaker dropped his Veil, and then the true horror of the evening began.

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Casa Belweldie, part 1 [26 Thory 4261]

Hispis:“Ysgwyd! Apologize to Lord Sythyry at
once!”

She used a title which I suppose I’m entitled to, as
Hezimikkinen’s half-sib, but one which really suggests that
I’m trying to be a major political force in Vheshrame, which
I am most certainly not. It’s the sort of title that one
might have if one were trying to emphasize that one would
make an excellent lord-minister of something or other.

Ysgwyd:“Mother dear, I do believe you’re
getting the etiquette a bit backwards. Ordinarily
it’s the adulterer who ought to apologize to the
wronged wife.”

Hispis:“Wronged? Wronged? How can you say
‘wronged’, after all you’ve done to him!”

Ysgwyd:“I’ve done him just exactly as much as
he’s wanted me to do him.”

The two of them went at it like Sangaar and Vestrixuu. [An
invulnerable golem and an endlessly-regenerating
three-headed turtle-dragon stuck in a pocket universe at the
end of a somewhat obscure but importantly classic adventure
story based very loosely on something real. -bb] I excused
myself on the basis of a certain personal urgency — I had,
after all, been drinking tea for the last hour and more –
and took rather longer than strictly necessary.

When I finally decided that I couldn’t responsibly stay any
longer without claiming illness … and had pretty much
decided to claim illness … I heard Ilottat’s voice from
outside. So, I coolly and collectedly snarked forth from
the lavatory and leapt upon him and embraced him in arms and
legs and wings and tail and neck.

He fainted from embarrassment.

Hispis and Thaura called the servants over — by the wrong
names — and got brandy for Lord Ilottat. I don’t think
he’s generally called “Lord” either.

He was brandied back to consciousness — which is not
how brandy usually works — and apologized a great deal for
being late. He had, evidently, taken a wrong turn, and
wound up walking a great distance expecting to see the
Slorennly Tower any minute, and, when he realized his error,
went into a wild rush and slipped into a trench and ruined
his clothes and had to zoom back home to change. We all
forgave him.

Ysgwyd:“Hi there, huzzy-bump. Sounds like
you’ve been keeping your bed warm your favorite way!”

Ilottat:“Noswaith da, good evening, my honored
wife.”

Ysgwyd:“And my mothers tugged me back home to
meet zir. So, hi there, Sythyry. Is Ilottat a good lover?
I wouldn’t know.”

Me:“Hello, Ysgwyd … well … I … “

Ysgwyd:“Oh, don’t fuss yourself about it. I
don’t really care — he’s certainly not my
type.”

Ilottat:“I am desolée, sorry, to
displease you, my lady wife.”

Ysgwyd:“No, you’re not, and I’m not day-so-lay
that I displease you either, but that’s OK, I can get night-so-laid by someone I
do like, and besides you’re pretty sweet for an
Orren. Don’t you agree, Sythyry?”

It hardly seemed like the place to disagree. It was even
true. I had, perhaps, been a bit upset before he got there,
but now that he was all there and safe and everything … I
think I said something intelligible.

Ysgwyd:“So, is a real one better than a hooker
with a shifty-spell?”

Ilottat:“My lady wife, I do beg of you
parler, to speak of more polite things.”

Ysgwyd:“In my own home? To my own mother and
stepmother? After what they did to my father, to say
nothing of you and me? If they can’t take the truth about
us by now, then fuck ‘em. Except, well, I guess
that’s Sythyry’s job. Zie’s the only one of us who actually
likes fucking Orren.”

The Belweldies were utterly aghast. For that matter, so
were Ilottat and I.

Then a breathy voice from nowhere said, “I like … an Orren
… too.” The speaker dropped his Veil, and then the
true horror of the evening began.