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Chapter ii, We Are Measured With Doubt |
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Written by Anne Welborn
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Friday, 16 September 2005 |
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Page 3 of 3 However before Ae'thenal could make a reply to her friend
Nimine did come to stand at her stirrup, her hands upon her narrow
hips. And if her fostermother had
indeed been distressed and weeping within this same hour she could not
know it in this present moment. For all her disciplined severity was
about Nimine like a
well worn cloak as she did now raise her face to her, the set of
Nimine's violet eyes beneath her helm informing Ae'thenal that her
fostermother did intend to chide
her. "I do see Bronwyn does now return to us, and by her face it is
plain she has won success," Nimine did tell her. "Though how your
companion may have achieved
this act in the aftermath of your ill disciplined display I do not dare
to hazard a guess Ae'thenal. I did think our intent here this day was
to win an ally, not to reave
among these women and cause them to take up arms against us. Would you
have us battle our way across the Borderlands in the aftermath of your
ill considered
folly? - tell me that Ae'thenal." It was her good fortune that Bronwyn
did own sharp hearing by virtue of her Wood Elven blood, for as she did
come up to them her smile and her words did
serve to defuse Nimine's annoyance; - and furthermore did save her from
making a reply in the face of her fostermother's annoyance with her.
"My Lady," Bronwyn did begin, for she did always habitually name
Nimine, 'My Lady', to Nimine's constant bemusement. "There is small
need for such a
speech as a gift to your fosterdaughter, for Ae'thenal did act as a
trumping card for me to lay down before Sebekneru in our game of words.
For we now are
welcome in these lands and are invited to journey with Sebekneru and
her women to her holdfast as her honoured guests." Which caused Nimine
to set her eyes upon Bronwyn as if she was being made to suffer yet
another of the Half-Elven woman's jests, before she did sharply
incline her head and go to pass word to Peledym and Cedwyn that they
did no longer have to stand at a halt beneath the frowning walls of
this narrow place and
could now continue on their way.
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