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Post by Davion Clavel (D) on May 8, 2006 21:50:12 GMT -5
Much had happened during our sojourn to Tamir. Frankly I was appalled that so little had been done to avenge the King and the the Princess as continued regent came as a shock. A long missive from my father, whose court ties were extensive provided much news. Already foreign nobles were arriving in the City to start courting the future Queen.
This was a singular opportunity. An unwed Monarch, with no prior betrothals or promises. Terre d'Ange was in a position of power, and had little need for a marriage of alliance. A wise man would take advantage of this unique situation. And I would.
The house was in relative order, Michael having sent warning of our arrival once we reached port. My valet had my best court attire ready. With careful preparation I was ready.
I strode through the house looking for my brother, but only found the slave. Strangely, she was bent over parchment and an open book, painfully copying text.
"What are you about, girl?" I slapped my leather gloves into my palm, impatient but unable to just walk away from her.
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Ishtar Palindrake (I)
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Post by Ishtar Palindrake (I) on May 8, 2006 21:54:54 GMT -5
I was so surprised by his appearance I splashed ink all over my paper. It took great effort not to cry out in irritation and unhappiness, an hour's worth of work, ruined. Instead I composed my face and body into docile lines and hurriedly stood, covering up as much of my surprise as possible.
"Sayyid- Lord Davion. Lord Michael set me the task of learning to read and write D'Angeline. This humble Odalisque has some proficiency and Lord Michael has decreed I am to be his scribe. He informs me I have a fair hand for letters and numbers." No thanks to anyone here. My mother tried the best she could to educate me. I knew little of history or philosophy, but could read, write and sum with skill. It was simply a matter of remembering how.
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Post by Davion Clavel (D) on May 8, 2006 22:01:46 GMT -5
I grunted, mildly surprised the wench could read. Most women were barely educated in Akkad, and Terre D'Ange for that matter. My own sister could barely read and write.
"Fetch my cloak, girl, and your scribe's case. I have several letters and invitations I need dictated and have not the time. You can write them in the carriage." I swept from the room, confident she would scramble to follow.
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Ishtar Palindrake (I)
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Marquise Palindrake- Palindrake Clan, freed slave
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Post by Ishtar Palindrake (I) on May 8, 2006 22:06:46 GMT -5
I bowed until he left the room, not even sparing me a second glance. Bastard. Hurriedly I filled a battered case with the implements I'd need and hurried to find his cloak. Thank Samash the butler had it, for I'd have spent ages searching for it. He gave me a tight smile but otherwise showed no warmth.
Such was the story of my life. I inspired compassion and lust in men, and envy and hatred in women. All because of my face. Often I cursed being fair of face and form. Life would have been so much simpler if I was homely.
I hurried after Davion and scurried to the carriage. How he expected me to write with a fair hand was beyond me.
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