Sythyry (sythyry) wrote,

Levande [4 Lage 4261]

She was riding her distinctively undistinctive purple and brown swifthorse, with her distinctively shabby and well-made riding gear, and, if anything, she was a bit fatter and less beautiful than before. She is probably the richest and most powerful of my mortal friends, unless Crown Prince Nestrune has decreed that he is my friend this week. I saw her from my bedroom window, and flew down the stairs to meet her at the front door, but Jarmiet had gotten there first and caught me on the stairs.

Jarmiet:"Sythyry, the Countess of Gloun has ridden up, in person, to speak with you. I'm pretty sure it's her at least. She doesn't look much like a countess."

Me:"Gloun doesn't, so it's probably her."

I evaded Jarmiet and landed on a decorative urn next to the front door, where Levande was looking distinctly nervous and unnoble.

Me:"Countess! I was hardly expecting you to ride here in person, much less so quickly."

Levande:"Excellent, for I love alarming people suchways. May I alarm you further?"

Me:"If I were to say yes, I would be expecting something alarming, making it harder to alarm me. I shall thus refuse you the privelege."

Levande:"Then I shall, without permission, eschew all court formalities, and even neglect to discuss the duke's wardrobe."

Which was pretty much a command to speak plainly.

Levande:"Have you seen Thery lately?"

Me:"I have. She looks awful."

Levande:"Her family is furious at her, you know."

Jarmiet brought us this and that, and we went into the kitchen alcove to eat it. On the basis of Levande's commande, I am not calling it the Lightly Scaled Refectory. This is challenging.

I told her everything I knew about Thery's state of health and state of mind, which is a fair bit more than I have felt like writing down in here, because writing it down makes it feel more absolute and permanant, and I still hope it can be changed.

Levande:"That's not very good, is it?"

Me:"It's not very good. It's not as bad as it could be, but it's not very good."

Levande:"How much is Yarwain doing?"

I told her everything I knew about Yarwain's efforts. This week the healers recommend various herbal decoctions and tinctures and whatnots, lots of shrimp in cream sauce, and a fairly fancy spell cast on Thery three times a day. Since Thery is not very mobile, this means that a fairly fancy healer has to come to Yarwain's apartment three times a day.

Levande:"Yarwain had better sell a lot of figs."

Me:"I believe that Yarwain and his family have taken out a loan, using the town of Quistma as collateral."

Levande whistled, low and dark. "That is something which nobles do not do lightly."

Me:"They do not. Yarwain's family has welcomed Thery utterly: so much is clear."

Levande:"Right. What do we do?" She used the inclusive 'we', inflected to refer to precisely the people in the room at the time.


Levande:"You and me. Your maid may be excused."

Jarmiet curtsied and fled.

With much shame, I felt rather like doing the same. I was not quite sure I could go halves on something with the third-or-fourth-or-something-like-that-th richest noble in Vheshrame.

I also rather wondered if I could switch the conversation around to what I had actually wanted to talk to her about.

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