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Baroness R?is?n, former Speaker of the Council of Elders, slowly made her
way through the deserted hallways of Dun L?idir. Her thoughts dwelled
upon the council's first meeting with the M?thair. Well before she began
to learn the use of her gifts, R?is?n had always enjoyed listening to
stories of ancient magic's. When brought before the council and the High
Seat for the first time, a relic from those times, she had always
considered it the most exciting moment in her life, until now.
Truthfully, like her sisters, she did not believe that the M?thair would
return one day. Even when rumors began to surface of a new Black
Sorceress, few gave it any serious thought. Most knew the council's
archives contained stories of other sorceress who had tried to claim the
title but all had been either killed or mysteriously disappeared.
However, those beliefs changed when a panicked apprentice burst into a
meeting proclaiming that the three large spirit stones that crowned the
High Seat had begun glow. That news, along with the fact that meeting the
apprentice interrupted a discussion concerning a terrible disease that
had ravished Lord Kelvin's lands and the young person who had supposedly
healed the sickness. Immediately Watchers were sent to seek out this so
called sorceress and to also question the former elder, the Wise woman
Ina and the one called Aislin.
With the spirit stones glowing bright, the different political factions
inside the council wasted no time in holding meetings on how to curry
favor with the M?thair. Most assumed that like others who wanted to be
Speaker, she would ally herself with one group or another. What they come
to realize tonight, the M?thair was a power all her own.
"Nikkei?" The Baroness stopped at the top of the stairs, her apprentice
interrupting her musing.
"She isn't coming back is she?" The young girl stood in the doorway to
her sister's room staring at an empty bed.
Waving off the servants who had followed behind her, the Baroness took
the hand of her youngest grandchild leading her away from the empty room.
"Come, I'll help you get undressed."
Sometime later, the two sat while R?is?n ran a brush through Nikkei's
hair. "When your mother was younger I used to do this every night."
Seeing her apprentice finally relaxing, but not wanting to ask about
Macha directly, she asked. "So, what are your feelings about what
happened tonight at the meeting?"
"I like Aislin, I mean the M?thair."
"I don't think she would mind you calling her Aislin, child."
Shrugging, the young girl looked down while playing with her fingers.
"Are you upset that you are no longer the Speaker?"
The Baroness gave a small sigh. "Well, I won't deny that it didn't upset
me at first, but I trust the M?thair. Ina is a better choice. Most of the
council respects her and frankly, I have too much history with the old
council. While meeting with Aislin this week, it really opened my eyes to
the challenges that lay ahead for all of us and the need to step away
from our petty rivalries."
"She didn't say much at first."
"True, why do you think she did that?"
Thinking for a moment, Nikkei explained "She wanted to make sure everyone
was able to voice their concerns. However, it seems to me, that the same
arguments that happen at every council meeting started up again tonight.
Lady Cassandra and Mistress Aya yelled at one another as usual. Mistress
Melinda and her group argued with you and Lady Caitlyn as usual argued
with everyone."
"But then surprisingly they all stopped."
"From what I could tell everyone seemed pretty embarrassed about the
whole thing." Nikkei almost giggled at the faces of the elders, most of
them as old as her grandmother, who looked at one another ashamed.
The Baroness nodded, feeling unhappy that she too had started to fall
into old habits. She couldn't believe that someone like herself, who had
seen over fifty summers, acted like a child in front of the M?thair.
"I did hear something strange about what happened right before the
meeting though. Was it true that Lady Morag challenged Aislin? I really
didn't understand why. Myrtle, you know Mistress Daphne's apprentice told
a bunch of us what happened."
Baroness R?is?n had been informed about the encounter as well, surprised
to hear that her old friend would challenge Aislin. In this day and age,
even for one as powerful as Morag to call for the ancient challenge
seemed unthinkable.
As well known a scholar of the ancient world, she must have assumed that
using the old forms, she might embarrass the young woman revealing Aislin
as an impostor. Unfortunately for the Countess, the M?thair knew the old
forms all too well.
According to the rumors, something flashed crossed Aislin's eyes and for
a brief moment, the M?thair seemed to be far away but with a flick of her
wrist a glowing blue circle appeared on the floor as she accepted the
challenge.
The Baroness had also felt her power when she first met her, so felt
sorry for her friend after hearing that the challenge ended in mere
seconds. Apparently no one knew exactly what happened but one moment Lady
Morag stood in the center of the room, the next she curled up on the
floor whimpering.
Some other person might have left the woman on the ground. From what she
heard, Aislin stood still for a moment, before kneeling down taking the
old woman into her arms.
"Why did Lady Morag challenge the M?thair? Everyone knows the High Seat
is hers by tradition, even if she might seem too young. Mistress Lynette
told me once that experience, not power, was needed to rule the council."
The old woman could help but give a dry chuckle. Experience in the
politics perhaps and the ability to gain the support of others gives
power to the Speaker.
"So why did it happen?" The young girl turned around confused.
"Do you know that Lady Morag is also a King's Healer? She must have felt
a need to test the M?thair powers. "
"So does that mean the King's Healers actually challenge one another like
that?"
The Baroness laughed. "Oh no, my dear, not in a long time. Lady Morag has
always been a bit of a traditionalist though. Perhaps she also wanted to
embarrass the M?thair, or perhaps prove something she was not."
"Not very smart thing to do if you ask me, but then again how could she
have known? I mean when I first met Aislin, I couldn't feel her magic at
all."
The Baroness smiled, remembering meeting Aislin for the first time as
well and the surprise how easily the sorceress managed to slip through
her spirit wards, entering the tent without notice.
"Also Myrtle mentioned something odd, why did Countess Elaine start to
beg the M?thair forgiveness about her husband's betrayal? We didn't
understand any of that."
No, the young girls wouldn't understand the horrors of twenty years ago.
Of the battles that took place, rivers of blood spilt in the grab for
power. Whole families destroyed, villages burned, too much death.
Everyone involved just wanted to forget those times and move on.
It of course came as no surprise when the older women of the council
faces paled when the M?thair entered the room. Like the first time she
met Aislin, it was like seeing a ghost.
"Countess Elaine even removed herself from the council afterwards."
Nikkei shook her head. "And then, the whole thing with Mistress Ina. I
mean, how stupid can I be. I didn't know she was a Court Baroness.
Between the way I treated Aislin at first and that I was never really
respectful to Ina...Macha must hate me."
Baroness Roisin sighed. As the youngest of six children, and with most
her siblings away from home, Nikkei had been doted upon by her mother.
She came to her last year quite unprepared to be an apprentice. The first
night, she fought with Macha over who she would be apprentice to. Nikkei
berated her explaining that for someone of their family's status to be
apprenticed off to a mere Wise Woman was an embarrassment.
"She doesn't hate you, Nikkei." R?is?n gave her grandchild a hug. "But
don't worry, you will see her tomorrow."
"I know. I just missed having her around." The young girl whispered.
Leaning back, she wiped the tears from her eyes. Suddenly, she giggled.
"Did you hear that Aislin lives in a flying castle?"
"Where did you hear that?" A flying castle indeed, the Baroness laughed.
Siting back excited. "Well you know, Moriah, she's from the Kingdom of
Osie."
"That's pretty far to the south, near the Grey Wastes?"
"Right, they seem to have different stories about the Sorceress. They
really like her down there, I think. Anyway, Moriah said that Aislin
lives in a golden castle that flies around pulled along by a pair of
Storm Dragons."
Roisin smiled at her grandchildren's sudden change in attitude. Helping
her up, she tucked the young girl into bed. "You will have to ask Aislin,
tomorrow."
"I can't wait until tomorrow then."
Baroness Roisin of House Creil could still remember the surprised faces
of the Elder Council when Countess Elaine marched into the chamber
declaring that Baroness Ina now held her seat on the council, then
immediately turned around and swore fealty to Aislin.
"So do I child, so do I."
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For King Conall, the day had already started in disaster. Waking up he
discovered that four mercenary regiments had detached themselves from his
army. Rumors abound throughout the army about why this happened but no
one really knew. For the mercenary commanders, they simply paid the
penalty for breaking a contract before the start of the first battle of
the season but gave no other word.
"By the gods of battle, three regiments of heavy horse, one light and all
good troops." Duke Blathmac scratched his heard reading the parchment
listing the troops that had departed.
"Now this, the Kareivis have departed as well? How could you have left
them leave?" The King sat down on his chair.
"How could I stop them, your Majesty?" The Count shook his head. The
departure of the best heavy foot in the realm had shaken the entire army.
"The Kareivis do what they want, it's not like we can stop them anyway.
They don't have a contract with us; they fight because they want to
fight."
"I ran into Cailtram and asked why they were leaving. He claimed their
Burvju has returned."
"Seems out Black Sorceress has her claws into the Kareivis as well.
Anyway it seems we are not without some luck." The Prince pushed a piece
of parchment towards his father. "It appears our dear cousin has also
lost a number of regiments, all of them marching out of his camp last
night. Fortunately for us, the 'Whites' departed his army as well."
"Damn Willow wands, glad we don't have to face them." Count Volan
grumbled.
"I wouldn't be too sure."
"What do you mean, Uncle?" Prince Burin looked up from the list.
"Take a look at this." The Duke set a map on the table, revealing the
deployment of both armies. As he did so, he pointed to one section of the
map in particular. "All of the regiments last night, including the ones
from this morning army have begun to redeploy along the southern half of
the battlefield.
"So, I wake up this morning to watch part of my army march out of camp
and I am now sitting on an untenable position." King Conall slammed his
fist down on the table.
Each and every man knew that although the troops now sitting on their far
left flank would not be enough to do real damage, they left the army
terribly vulnerable if the forces of King Llwynog launched an attack.
"Should we redeploy?"
"No, I don't think we should, my Prince. We don't wish to give King
Llwynog an excuse to move against us as all three of our forces are still
under the Bann."
"At least he can't be happy with those troops leaving his line of
battle." Prince Burin laughed but then looked thoughtful. "Father, what
if the two are working together?"
King Conall grimaced. "If that is the case, we will know soon enough.
Give the orders, Blathmac. Every regiment needs to make ready for battle
but do not deploy them until I give the word. Let's see what this so
called Sorceress has to say for herself and see how she managed to entice
those mercenary troops away from us."
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Beyond the two armies, a small camp nestled among the trees of the Forest
of Wyre. Unlike the other two camps, men and women began ready themselves
for battle a battle that most hope would not happen. Although it was
commonly known who now commanded the small force, many couldn't help but
stop and stare at the beautiful young woman and the black and blue
Griffin banner that flew above her.
Astride a beautiful white mare, the Black Sorceress waited patiently as
her friends and allies readied themselves for her meeting with the two
Kings.
"You look tired." A warm familiar voice said, one that she had missed
very much.
"Didn't sleep much last night." Aislin smiled at her surrogate
grandmother.
"Seems Macha didn't get much sleep either."
"Grams." The Sorceress gave a quite whine. Aislin might be something out
of legend but to the woman who sat next to her on her own horse, she was
still the child who used to sneak into bed with her during thunderstorms.
Aislin wouldn't have it any other way.
The Sorceress smiled at the memory of their recent reunion. The two women
started with apologizing to one another, both afraid that they had hurt
the other. It didn't take long for the two of the sitting down, with
Aislin telling Ina her tale. From beginning to end, she told her
everything.
"Anyway...Baroness." Her eyes sparkling with mischief, Aislin made sure to
emphasize the title.
Ina rolled her eyes good naturally; she too had a lot to apologize for.
"Oh, grandma did you speak to Elaine last night?"
"Yes, she will be joining us in a moment. Although she didn't mention you
or your house by name, she did manage to get your cousins oaths on both
sides to refuse battle."
"Good."
"Well I believe you have the right of it. King Llwynog explained to me
last night, like yourself he is in the opinion that King Conall will not
go on the offensive unless he outnumbered both forces."
The Sorceress nodded, she needed to be careful. Just the right amount of
pressure needed to be applied. Any more and King Conall would react
aggressively and less and he wouldn't take the threat seriously. Placing
her new found troops on his flank would be quite the wake up call this
morning for King Conall.
Macha eyes widen as she rode up, hearing the end of the conversation.
"Are you expecting one, Aislin, I mean a battle?"
The Sorceress turned on her saddle, smiling as Mach approached. "By the
goddess I hope not but it's better to be prepared." She then nodded to
Cailtram, the leader of the Kareivis.
Unlike her Aunt, the original Black Sorceress, Aislin had no prior
military experience, so was happy to have help from those who have spent
most of their lives on a battlefield. Thankfully, Cailtram had more than
helpful in positioning her troops in a way that if need be, they could
retreat unhindered or if necessary pressure King Conall's forces.
"Hail Burvju, how fair you this morning."
"Good morning to you my Johtaja, will you join me this day?"
"My life is yours." The ruler of the Kareivis grinned then turned to look
approvingly at the young man carrying Aislin's banner who rode forward.
"How did you learn how to speak their language, Aislin?" Mach nudged her
horse off to the side, a little afraid of the hard looking man.
Aislin looked at her for a second before smiling. "Magic."
All four turned at the sudden shout and cheer, as a lone banner-man
pushed forward bearing a banner that had not been seen for over twenty
years.
"I never thought I would see this day again?" Ina whispered as she wiped
a tear from her eye.
"Grandma?"
Aislin smiled as Ina reached over and squeezed her hand. Moving her horse
around, she looked up at the banner and at the young man carrying it.
With a grin, she looked at her grandmother and said, "Let's go surprise
my Uncles."
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