Caitlin's Diary

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I heard a disturbing rumor today. Geraint tells me that there are some in the Rangers who want to try to place me in the captaincy. I am honored at the sentiment, but I cannot allow any such gossip among the men. It is bad for discipline and morale, and they need to be in top form these days. I made it clear to Geraint that no such thing would happen. The Captaincy was given to another, and that was the end of it, so long as the office is held. If it becomes available again, then will be the time to discuss it, but not now, and if I hear more rumors, I will be extremely displeased. I also thanked him for telling me, of course, it is critical that if such things are being said, I know about them. Geraint is such a dear. It is comforting to know there is one on whom I can depend for honesty and friendship.

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Well, it's finally happened, some imbecile started a rumor about Geraint and me. Took long enough. I suppose most people can't understand a platonic friendship that actually lasts. Oh well. These rumors of strange beasts in the mountains are disturbing. Perhaps we should direct the hunt toward investigating them? I guess I am avoiding my true feelings about father's death. I shall miss him, and mostly I am sorry that he never came to truly understand me. The idea of marrying the Count! I THINK NOT!!! I have yet to meet the man I could wed, if he exists.

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I received a long delayed gift from Mother today. I remember always she wore her riding quirt, and I never thought to wonder why. Now that's it's mine, I do wonder...

I worry greatly about current events. Ember may be trampled under the family power struggle. I'll do my best to keep that from happening, but what is Dworken about?.

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Somebody's playing games with us, actually I think it is several somebodies. One is childishly irritating in the midst of our other problems. But who is tall dark and handsome? And who joined us in the garden that was a threat? A threat to him or me? Too many questions, no answers. Perhaps Myste knows something of the quirt. I must consider who to talk to.

Revised: September 14, 2000.
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