Maester Luwin
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Hey everyone! Lord Artos meets the Hand to discuss plans. Thanks Maester Luwin
Artos knew that Lord Butterwell had no intention of riding in the lists. He also knew that he could use this to his advantage. The only thing that bothered him was dealing with the man himself. Upon arriving at the suites of The Hand Lord Artos was met by his servant Orrin. Something about the man made Artos' skin crawl but he couldn’t place it.
Orrin bowed & said “Do come in My Lord. Lord Butterwell is expecting you.”
Artos thought ‘I bet he has.’ He pushed by the bowing servant & made his way to the Lord himself. Lord Butterwell was sitting in a comfortable chair with his right foot soaking in hot water. He was sipping on a glass of wine.
Artos said with a slight nod of his head “My Lord Hand. I must have a word with you. I hope I am not disturbing you?”
Lord Butterwell stuttered & said “N-n- no Lord Artos. But of course not! Do come in! Might I offer you a glass of wine… from the Arbor you know.”
Lord Artos nodded his head & said “Thank you Milord. It would appear you are suffering Lord Hand?”
Lord Butterwell nearly spilled his wine while he said “Oh nothing to fear my dear Artos. Just a touch of gout I’m afraid. It should be fine in a few days I am certain. Clubfoot another glass of wine for Lord Artos if you please! Just a moment my friend, please have a seat.”
Artos smiled & said “My thanks Lord. Sorry to hear about your… illness my Lord. Is it painful?”
Lord Butterwell lifted his foot from the steaming bowl & winced appropriately “Oh this. Why yes… yes but I will muddle through. However I’m afraid I shall not be able to ride on the morrow, though I was so looking forward to crossing lances with you. Knowing you for the honorable man that you are, I am sure you will allow me to withdraw from the lists.”
Clubfoot entered the room with a glass of Arbor wine & nodding to Artos “Milord.”
Artos thanked Clubfoot “Milord I am afraid that will not be easy. Lorrick Poole has already drawn up the brackets. The lists have already been posted. Withdrawing now might appear somewhat… .”
Lord Butterwell puffed up & blustered “Are you challenging my courage Lord Artos!?”
Lord Artos, trying to hide a smile & barely succeeding “Of course not Lord Hand. However I am not certain everyone knows you as well as I Milord. I will do what I can.”
Lord Butterwell “I know you will Artos. I will leave it in your capable hands. My foot will prevent me from riding none the less. The others will understand if you intercede on my behalf. You are known for your honesty after all.”
Artos sipped his wine & said “ This vintage is from the Arbor Milord?”
Lord Butterwell smugly said “Yes… but of course. Quite rare these days you know.”
Artos sipped his wine hiding his smile with his glass said “It would appear so… everywhere but here & the Arbor.”
Lord Butterwell brows furrowed in thought as he replied “Just a few bottles I had put aside for rainy days you know. My Maester states it has great healing properties where gout is concerned I might add.”
Artos placed his glass on the table & said “I will speak to Lorrick Poole Lord Hand. I will see that your name is removed from the lists. However my Lord Hand I hope your gout has improved to ride in the hunt. I am afraid I could not aid you from the idle whisperings if you should miss both events.”
Lord Butterwell sighed with relief & said “You have my gratitude Lord Artos. I am sure my foot will be quite fine in time for the hunt. Yes indeed. For your wedding as well. Lady Ismerria might need someone to walk her down the isle you know. A fine catch I must add. Septon Heward will be so happy you know. A fine man for sure!”
Lord Artos bowed & said “We shall see My Lord. We shall see.”
Thanks Maester Luwin
Artos knew that Lord Butterwell had no intention of riding in the lists. He also knew that he could use this to his advantage. The only thing that bothered him was dealing with the man himself. Upon arriving at the suites of The Hand Lord Artos was met by his servant Orrin. Something about the man made Artos' skin crawl but he couldn’t place it.
Orrin bowed & said “Do come in My Lord. Lord Butterwell is expecting you.”
Artos thought ‘I bet he has.’ He pushed by the bowing servant & made his way to the Lord himself. Lord Butterwell was sitting in a comfortable chair with his right foot soaking in hot water. He was sipping on a glass of wine.
Artos said with a slight nod of his head “My Lord Hand. I must have a word with you. I hope I am not disturbing you?”
Lord Butterwell stuttered & said “N-n- no Lord Artos. But of course not! Do come in! Might I offer you a glass of wine… from the Arbor you know.”
Lord Artos nodded his head & said “Thank you Milord. It would appear you are suffering Lord Hand?”
Lord Butterwell nearly spilled his wine while he said “Oh nothing to fear my dear Artos. Just a touch of gout I’m afraid. It should be fine in a few days I am certain. Clubfoot another glass of wine for Lord Artos if you please! Just a moment my friend, please have a seat.”
Artos smiled & said “My thanks Lord. Sorry to hear about your… illness my Lord. Is it painful?”
Lord Butterwell lifted his foot from the steaming bowl & winced appropriately “Oh this. Why yes… yes but I will muddle through. However I’m afraid I shall not be able to ride on the morrow, though I was so looking forward to crossing lances with you. Knowing you for the honorable man that you are, I am sure you will allow me to withdraw from the lists.”
Clubfoot entered the room with a glass of Arbor wine & nodding to Artos “Milord.”
Artos thanked Clubfoot “Milord I am afraid that will not be easy. Lorrick Poole has already drawn up the brackets. The lists have already been posted. Withdrawing now might appear somewhat… .”
Lord Butterwell puffed up & blustered “Are you challenging my courage Lord Artos!?”
Lord Artos, trying to hide a smile & barely succeeding “Of course not Lord Hand. However I am not certain everyone knows you as well as I Milord. I will do what I can.”
Lord Butterwell “I know you will Artos. I will leave it in your capable hands. My foot will prevent me from riding none the less. The others will understand if you intercede on my behalf. You are known for your honesty after all.”
Artos sipped his wine & said “ This vintage is from the Arbor Milord?”
Lord Butterwell smugly said “Yes… but of course. Quite rare these days you know.”
Artos sipped his wine hiding his smile with his glass said “It would appear so… everywhere but here & the Arbor.”
Lord Butterwell brows furrowed in thought as he replied “Just a few bottles I had put aside for rainy days you know. My Maester states it has great healing properties where gout is concerned I might add.”
Artos placed his glass on the table & said “I will speak to Lorrick Poole Lord Hand. I will see that your name is removed from the lists. However my Lord Hand I hope your gout has improved to ride in the hunt. I am afraid I could not aid you from the idle whisperings if you should miss both events.”
Lord Butterwell sighed with relief & said “You have my gratitude Lord Artos. I am sure my foot will be quite fine in time for the hunt. Yes indeed. For your wedding as well. Lady Ismerria might need someone to walk her down the isle you know. A fine catch I must add. Septon Heward will be so happy you know. A fine man for sure!”
Lord Artos bowed & said “We shall see My Lord. We shall see.”
Thanks Maester Luwin