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<blockquote data-quote="havenstone" data-source="post: 4727938" data-attributes="member: 61094"><p><strong>Interrogations</strong></p><p></p><p><strong><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">ON HER RETURN </span></strong><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">to camp, Ontaya rides straight to Morgant, the knight to whom she is a squire, and asks him for an urgent audience with High General <a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/4371169-post20.html" target="_blank">Sarquin d’Loriad</a>. (They enter Guardwatch keep at about the same time that Kay and Darren set off to reclaim Atrix’s body). To Ontaya’s dismay, she finds Sarquin in conference with Mercon d’Aramant over a map of the plains. The two Generals look up as she enters. “Yes, squire Ontaya?” Sarquin greets her politely.</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“I had hoped to speak privately with you, m’lord,” Ontaya says, standing at attention.</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Sarquin looks likely to agree, but Mercon cuts in sharply, sensing Ontaya’s discomfort. “We are finalizing our battle plans against the Arawai. Can this not wait?”</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“General, I believe it can not.” Ontaya is disconcerted to feel a strong twinge of her paladin sensitivity to evil, which makes her aware of cruelty, malice, selfishness, and murderousness like a stench or shadow. She is used to rather higher than normal levels among the self-seeking nobility of Senallin, but Mercon’s has surged disturbingly since the last time she saw him. More than before, she hopes she can get Sarquin away from him.</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“What does it concern?” Mercon demands.</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Inwardly, Ontaya groans. “A crime, General.” Seeing the question coming, she adds, “A murder.”</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“Whose murder?”</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“Your cousin, General – Agerain d’Aramant.”</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Sarquin straightens in shock, and Mercon stalks over to Ontaya, his eyes ablaze but his voice level. “Explain at once.”</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“This afternoon, just over the rise on the western fringes of the camp, Agerain was murdered by one of his young companions.”</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“Who?”</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Ontaya hesitates. “I was never close with your cousin and his retinue, General. I have heard others refer to the young man who killed him as Anseron d’Aramant.”</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“Anseron?” Mercon’s face is grim. He points to Morgant. “Knight: find General Athriam. Tell him to send a party to retrieve Agerain’s body. Then request him to join us here with <a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/4440912-post36.html" target="_blank">Astacius of the Sistecherns</a>, the captain of Guardwatch, and two of the d’Aramant squires. Squire: continue.”</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“A Swordsmark of Scarth and several of his henchmen had arrived on the outskirts of the camp and attacked one of our mercenaries there.” Ontaya thinks desperately of which facts she can honestly omit. “They had just killed the mercenary when I found them and fought with them. Agerain and his companion must have also seen me riding to the fight, and they came to my assistance. When we had killed the Scarthmen, however, the companion turned on Agerain and cut his throat.”</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“Just like that, with you standing there?” Mercon snaps. “What were you doing – and what was Agerain doing, that he was killed so easily?”</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“I was some distance away, General, having just killed the Swordsmark. And Agerain was... he had dismounted to stab the body of the mercenary.” Ontaya strives to keep Darren’s crime out of the story. </span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“Why in Ain’s name was he doing that?”</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Ontaya wishes her conscience would let her answer with <em>I don’t know</em>, butthe reason is far too transparent. “The mercenary was Atrix d’Loriad, m’lords.” Both Sarquin and Mercon are momentarily at a loss for words. “It is now clear that he did not die in Lynar, as <a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/4517926-post41.html" target="_blank">we all believed</a>, but secretly joined the army as a mercenary. Agerain has long held a grudge against Atrix, General, which I believe explains his desecration of Atrix’s remains when he discovered this deception.”</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Disconcertingly, while Mercon’s face is rigid with anger, Ontaya sees his eyes gleaming with a strange triumph. The sandy-bearded General presses mordantly for full details of how Ontaya came to find out about the fight, and nods when Carwyn’s name comes out. When two d’Aramant squires arrive, along with High General Athriam. the Sistechern priest, and the guard captain, Mercon interrogates the squires about when and how “Anseron d’Aramant” joined their company. Finally, Mercon addresses the room in tones of damning fervor.</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“The treachery runs deep here, m’lords. This Anseron was no true d’Aramant, but a <a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/4391869-post24.html" target="_blank">brazen fraud</a> taking another man’s name in order to get close to Agerain. He was plainly in league with the disguised Atrix d’Loriad. When the d’Loriad’s identity was exposed to Agerain, his partner panicked and murdered our cousin to prevent his own disguise from being penetrated. It is a matter of utmost urgency to find out how far this conspiracy extends, and whether Agerain was its only target. Are any of Atrix d’Loriad’s immediate family present at Guardwatch?”</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“His brother. Jonathan,” Sarquin d’Loriad says reluctantly.</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“What are we waiting for? Seize him! At onc...” bellows Athriam, before a curt gesture from Mercon leaves him stammering into a foolish-looking silence. Ontaya notes that this seems an odd way for the supposedly junior Mercon to treat his Family’s High General.</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“You agree, of course, that we must put him to the question.” Mercon directs his question to Sarquin, while glancing over to Astacius, who smiles humorlessly.</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Sarquin grimaces. “Under the circumstances, the law requires it.”</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Mercon turns to the guard captain. “Find Jonathan d’Loriad and hand him over to the Sistecherns. This commoner Carwyn runs a <a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/4707048-post47.html" target="_blank">well-known gambling den</a> outside the camp. Arrest her immediately for questioning. Ensure that the bodies of Atrix d’Loriad and these supposed Swordsmarks are retrieved from the murder site, along with my cousin’s. And above all: find this vile impersonator who called himself Anseron, wherever he may have fled.” He then turns back to Ontaya, his eyes narrowing. “As for you...”</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“There is no need for a Sistechern to interrogate a Sword-Priest of Ain,” General Sarquin cuts in. “She <em>can not</em> lie, Mercon. Nor did she need to bring us this news as promptly as she did. I’ll take her into my custody. She and her seven squires will be under my direct and constant supervision in the battle to come.”</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Mercon’s lips tighten. “Keep her close, Sarquin. We may yet hear from another witness who can confirm her involvement or innocence.” He rolls up the map of Arawai and stalks out of the room, followed by the others.</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“Thank you, General,” Ontaya says quietly as they head toward the d’Loriad wing of Guardwatch. “For what it may be worth, I do not believe that Atrix or his friends conspired to kill Agerain.”</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“Nor do I, but they’ve done a damned fine job of making it look like they did,” Sarquin d’Loriad growls. “I can’t save them from the consequences now, not with the d’Aramant Patriarch’s nephew murdered. There’s not enough time to sort this mess before we ride to Arawai. But you stay close to me, girl –you and your little band of squirely efficiency – and we’ll finish our own investigation when the grand battle’s won.” He sighs and presses his hand to his head. “Now if you’ll forgive me, I need to look in on my wife. She’s great with our first child, who seems intent on arriving in time to join the battle. The priests say the birth may not be an easy one.”</span></p><p></p><p><strong><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">SHORTLY AFTERWARD, CARWYN</span></strong><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"> is arrested and dragged from her tent by six guards. They knock out Lune for protesting her arrest. The rain begins gusting down from the sky as they trudge toward Guardwatch. When they enter the castle, a band of armed d’Aramants charges up to the guards, demanding to know whether their prisoner is connected to the d’Loriads. “I don’t know,” the head guard barks. “All I know is that General Mercon wanted her delivered to the Sistecherns, and if there’s any delay in getting her to the dungeon, the person responsible will answer to him.”</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Carwyn’s throat constricts and her head goes light at the mention of the inquisitorial Order. “No,” she tries to protest as the young d’Aramants fall meekly back, but no sound emerges from her dry mouth. The guards carry her past the headman’s court (from which, unbeknownst to her, Darren has just fled) and down to the dungeons. She is shackled to a cold table and left there, shivering, in her wet clothes in the dark. Very faintly, she thinks she can hear screams through the thick stone walls.</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">After straining against her iron bonds for hours, Carwyn flinches violently when she finally hears footsteps and sees a dim light illumine the room. The severe figure of Astacius the Sistechern appears above her, his close-cropped white hair and beard radiant in the light of the candle in his left hand. “It is late, and I have already had to deal with Death himself this night, girl,” he says, his voice sounding impossibly weary. “I do not have patience for any lack of cooperation on your part.”</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“I’ll answer your questions,” Carwyn says desperately. “Please, your reverence, I don’t know why I’m here.”</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Astacius looses the iron needle from his neck and contemplates it with detachment. “You are a conspirator in the infiltration of House d’Aramant and the murder of Agerain d’Aramant.”</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“No, your reverence!” Carwyn is shocked.</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“In his confession, Jonathan d’Loriad has already confirmed your complicity.”</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Tears begin leaking from Carwyn’s eyes. She couldn’t think of any way that Jon would have known about Nina. “I don’t know... I don’t know what he means.”</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“Perhaps you can add more clarity on the question of General Sarquin’s involvement?”</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Carwyn is thrown into terrified confusion. “What?”</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“Sarquin d’Loriad. The High General.” Astacius’ voice is reasonable, almost warm, in contrast to his wintry eyes. “Only tell us what his part was in the plot, and we won’t need to ask any more questions.”</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“I don’t know anything about General Sarquin!” Carwyn cries.</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“A shame,” says Astacius emotionlessly, setting the candle down and rolling up his sleeves.</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="havenstone, post: 4727938, member: 61094"] [b]Interrogations[/b] [B][FONT=Verdana]ON HER RETURN [/FONT][/B][FONT=Verdana]to camp, Ontaya rides straight to Morgant, the knight to whom she is a squire, and asks him for an urgent audience with High General [URL="http://www.enworld.org/forum/4371169-post20.html"]Sarquin d’Loriad[/URL]. (They enter Guardwatch keep at about the same time that Kay and Darren set off to reclaim Atrix’s body). To Ontaya’s dismay, she finds Sarquin in conference with Mercon d’Aramant over a map of the plains. The two Generals look up as she enters. “Yes, squire Ontaya?” Sarquin greets her politely.[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“I had hoped to speak privately with you, m’lord,” Ontaya says, standing at attention.[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]Sarquin looks likely to agree, but Mercon cuts in sharply, sensing Ontaya’s discomfort. “We are finalizing our battle plans against the Arawai. Can this not wait?”[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“General, I believe it can not.” Ontaya is disconcerted to feel a strong twinge of her paladin sensitivity to evil, which makes her aware of cruelty, malice, selfishness, and murderousness like a stench or shadow. She is used to rather higher than normal levels among the self-seeking nobility of Senallin, but Mercon’s has surged disturbingly since the last time she saw him. More than before, she hopes she can get Sarquin away from him.[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“What does it concern?” Mercon demands.[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]Inwardly, Ontaya groans. “A crime, General.” Seeing the question coming, she adds, “A murder.”[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“Whose murder?”[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“Your cousin, General – Agerain d’Aramant.”[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]Sarquin straightens in shock, and Mercon stalks over to Ontaya, his eyes ablaze but his voice level. “Explain at once.”[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“This afternoon, just over the rise on the western fringes of the camp, Agerain was murdered by one of his young companions.”[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“Who?”[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]Ontaya hesitates. “I was never close with your cousin and his retinue, General. I have heard others refer to the young man who killed him as Anseron d’Aramant.”[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“Anseron?” Mercon’s face is grim. He points to Morgant. “Knight: find General Athriam. Tell him to send a party to retrieve Agerain’s body. Then request him to join us here with [URL="http://www.enworld.org/forum/4440912-post36.html"]Astacius of the Sistecherns[/URL], the captain of Guardwatch, and two of the d’Aramant squires. Squire: continue.”[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“A Swordsmark of Scarth and several of his henchmen had arrived on the outskirts of the camp and attacked one of our mercenaries there.” Ontaya thinks desperately of which facts she can honestly omit. “They had just killed the mercenary when I found them and fought with them. Agerain and his companion must have also seen me riding to the fight, and they came to my assistance. When we had killed the Scarthmen, however, the companion turned on Agerain and cut his throat.”[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“Just like that, with you standing there?” Mercon snaps. “What were you doing – and what was Agerain doing, that he was killed so easily?”[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“I was some distance away, General, having just killed the Swordsmark. And Agerain was... he had dismounted to stab the body of the mercenary.” Ontaya strives to keep Darren’s crime out of the story. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“Why in Ain’s name was he doing that?”[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]Ontaya wishes her conscience would let her answer with [I]I don’t know[/I], butthe reason is far too transparent. “The mercenary was Atrix d’Loriad, m’lords.” Both Sarquin and Mercon are momentarily at a loss for words. “It is now clear that he did not die in Lynar, as [URL="http://www.enworld.org/forum/4517926-post41.html"]we all believed[/URL], but secretly joined the army as a mercenary. Agerain has long held a grudge against Atrix, General, which I believe explains his desecration of Atrix’s remains when he discovered this deception.”[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]Disconcertingly, while Mercon’s face is rigid with anger, Ontaya sees his eyes gleaming with a strange triumph. The sandy-bearded General presses mordantly for full details of how Ontaya came to find out about the fight, and nods when Carwyn’s name comes out. When two d’Aramant squires arrive, along with High General Athriam. the Sistechern priest, and the guard captain, Mercon interrogates the squires about when and how “Anseron d’Aramant” joined their company. Finally, Mercon addresses the room in tones of damning fervor.[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“The treachery runs deep here, m’lords. This Anseron was no true d’Aramant, but a [URL="http://www.enworld.org/forum/4391869-post24.html"]brazen fraud[/URL] taking another man’s name in order to get close to Agerain. He was plainly in league with the disguised Atrix d’Loriad. When the d’Loriad’s identity was exposed to Agerain, his partner panicked and murdered our cousin to prevent his own disguise from being penetrated. It is a matter of utmost urgency to find out how far this conspiracy extends, and whether Agerain was its only target. Are any of Atrix d’Loriad’s immediate family present at Guardwatch?”[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“His brother. Jonathan,” Sarquin d’Loriad says reluctantly.[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“What are we waiting for? Seize him! At onc...” bellows Athriam, before a curt gesture from Mercon leaves him stammering into a foolish-looking silence. Ontaya notes that this seems an odd way for the supposedly junior Mercon to treat his Family’s High General.[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“You agree, of course, that we must put him to the question.” Mercon directs his question to Sarquin, while glancing over to Astacius, who smiles humorlessly.[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]Sarquin grimaces. “Under the circumstances, the law requires it.”[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]Mercon turns to the guard captain. “Find Jonathan d’Loriad and hand him over to the Sistecherns. This commoner Carwyn runs a [URL="http://www.enworld.org/forum/4707048-post47.html"]well-known gambling den[/URL] outside the camp. Arrest her immediately for questioning. Ensure that the bodies of Atrix d’Loriad and these supposed Swordsmarks are retrieved from the murder site, along with my cousin’s. And above all: find this vile impersonator who called himself Anseron, wherever he may have fled.” He then turns back to Ontaya, his eyes narrowing. “As for you...”[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“There is no need for a Sistechern to interrogate a Sword-Priest of Ain,” General Sarquin cuts in. “She [I]can not[/I] lie, Mercon. Nor did she need to bring us this news as promptly as she did. I’ll take her into my custody. She and her seven squires will be under my direct and constant supervision in the battle to come.”[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]Mercon’s lips tighten. “Keep her close, Sarquin. We may yet hear from another witness who can confirm her involvement or innocence.” He rolls up the map of Arawai and stalks out of the room, followed by the others.[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“Thank you, General,” Ontaya says quietly as they head toward the d’Loriad wing of Guardwatch. “For what it may be worth, I do not believe that Atrix or his friends conspired to kill Agerain.”[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“Nor do I, but they’ve done a damned fine job of making it look like they did,” Sarquin d’Loriad growls. “I can’t save them from the consequences now, not with the d’Aramant Patriarch’s nephew murdered. There’s not enough time to sort this mess before we ride to Arawai. But you stay close to me, girl –you and your little band of squirely efficiency – and we’ll finish our own investigation when the grand battle’s won.” He sighs and presses his hand to his head. “Now if you’ll forgive me, I need to look in on my wife. She’s great with our first child, who seems intent on arriving in time to join the battle. The priests say the birth may not be an easy one.”[/FONT] [B][FONT=Verdana]SHORTLY AFTERWARD, CARWYN[/FONT][/B][FONT=Verdana] is arrested and dragged from her tent by six guards. They knock out Lune for protesting her arrest. The rain begins gusting down from the sky as they trudge toward Guardwatch. When they enter the castle, a band of armed d’Aramants charges up to the guards, demanding to know whether their prisoner is connected to the d’Loriads. “I don’t know,” the head guard barks. “All I know is that General Mercon wanted her delivered to the Sistecherns, and if there’s any delay in getting her to the dungeon, the person responsible will answer to him.”[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]Carwyn’s throat constricts and her head goes light at the mention of the inquisitorial Order. “No,” she tries to protest as the young d’Aramants fall meekly back, but no sound emerges from her dry mouth. The guards carry her past the headman’s court (from which, unbeknownst to her, Darren has just fled) and down to the dungeons. She is shackled to a cold table and left there, shivering, in her wet clothes in the dark. Very faintly, she thinks she can hear screams through the thick stone walls.[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]After straining against her iron bonds for hours, Carwyn flinches violently when she finally hears footsteps and sees a dim light illumine the room. The severe figure of Astacius the Sistechern appears above her, his close-cropped white hair and beard radiant in the light of the candle in his left hand. “It is late, and I have already had to deal with Death himself this night, girl,” he says, his voice sounding impossibly weary. “I do not have patience for any lack of cooperation on your part.”[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“I’ll answer your questions,” Carwyn says desperately. “Please, your reverence, I don’t know why I’m here.”[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]Astacius looses the iron needle from his neck and contemplates it with detachment. “You are a conspirator in the infiltration of House d’Aramant and the murder of Agerain d’Aramant.”[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“No, your reverence!” Carwyn is shocked.[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“In his confession, Jonathan d’Loriad has already confirmed your complicity.”[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]Tears begin leaking from Carwyn’s eyes. She couldn’t think of any way that Jon would have known about Nina. “I don’t know... I don’t know what he means.”[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“Perhaps you can add more clarity on the question of General Sarquin’s involvement?”[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]Carwyn is thrown into terrified confusion. “What?”[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“Sarquin d’Loriad. The High General.” Astacius’ voice is reasonable, almost warm, in contrast to his wintry eyes. “Only tell us what his part was in the plot, and we won’t need to ask any more questions.”[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“I don’t know anything about General Sarquin!” Carwyn cries.[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“A shame,” says Astacius emotionlessly, setting the candle down and rolling up his sleeves.[/FONT] [/QUOTE]
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