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Cordell frowns mildly and returns his attention to Jenneth. Softly, he mutters,'I hardly think those people were my friends.'
Richendra enters the common room with her servant trying to brush the dust from her gown. She looks around the room for Cordell and finally seeing him, makes her way over to his table. She is a bit breathless when she arrives, her tummy poking over the top of the table, she smiles warmly at Jenneth and speaks politely, "Greetings, Light illumine." Then she turns to Cordell, "I must speak to you, I..." She looks around the room, then back at Cordell, "I realize this isn't the best place but it is urgent."
Jenneth leans forward, resting one elbow on the table, her chin settled on her palm. "True.. true.." At that moment her water arrives and she tosses a coin to the girl, not looking to see what it was. Her attention is caught by Richendra's entrance, and she looks up, then rises to offer her chair for the Lady. "Greetings, m'Lady." To them both, she says, "Here, I'll leave you in whatever privacy you can find here." She also picks up her water, taking a quick sip before moving off to find different seating.
Saidin's menace grows deep within the bowels of the earth, beneath the Golden Bowl, reaching a crescendo, and moments later dying off to nothing, the calm after a storm. The black sillouette of a man throws itself into the common room, its owner appearing at the doorway seconds later. Asin glances about the common room casually, a small smirk on his face, and his hand resting the hilt of his sword.
Richendra smoothes her gown and gestures for her servant to leave her alone. She frowns at Cordell, "Of course you can't prevent me from speaking." She sighs, then continues, "What did you say to the Princess? What is the matter with you? Can you not have a civil word for anyone? She is so angry, she says she isn't going to allow you to marry me." She shifts her purse on her wrist.
Cordell rolls his eyes and waves dismissively while muttering,'Your princess is quite obviously insane. She keeps telling me that I -have- to marry you. Perhaps you should check to make sure her goblets are not made of lead.' He raises his left hand to rub absently at his temple as if quite pained.
Jenneth blinks, turns, and glances between the two, then sits down again. Her cheeks darken a bit, though, but she doesn't say anything, merely listens.
Richendra jerks her purse from her wrist and hits it with a bang onto the wooden table. "You will not say that again about the Princess. She wanted you to do the right thing but you are obviously incapable of such an act. Oh, but you've no problems like that in bed do you, course your right thing ended up in my belly!!", she shouts to the top of her voice as if she and Cordell were behind closed doors at home.
Asin turns his head toward Cordell and Richendra, his dark greenish eyes locked on the pair for a moment. His body follows the example of his head, and he turns toward them, drawn by the loud disturbance, his boots creating ominous footfalls with each step closer. His face wearing a small smirk, still, he looks from Richendra, to Cordell, settling on the woman. "Is something wrong?"
Cordell's fist slams down on the table hard, golden eyes glaring at the loud woman. In a cold, angry hiss, he says,'Will you stop saying that! Until yesterday I had never seen you before. I would certainly remember had I spent any time in the company of a woman so gratingly loud.' Raising his fist from the table and uncurling it, he points towards the door and says,'Now, why don't you go get your lordling to come make these accusations for you again. That way, I can at least respond with the measure of violence such lies demand.' If he hears Asin at all, he makes no sign of it.
Jenneth blinks in surprise at the Lady, biting her lip as she's caught between being concerned and laughing aloud. She winces at the thump of Cordell's hand on the table, all laughter gone in a second. Glancing up at Asin, she ponders a few seconds, then looks between the two nobles, and back to Asin again. "Just a ... a small argument, a difference of truths and beliefs, as far as I can tell."
Richendra turns her attention to Asin, "Yes of course there is something bloody well wrong." She points to Cordell even as he is hitting the table which does make her jump. "He is want is wrong. He's a temper and violent, drinks to excess and he will not be a man and face up to his responsibilites toward me and his child I am carrying." She glares at Cordell, "And as for you, you best simmer down. I'll not tolerate you having such out brusts and you can't order me out of this place or any other." She hits the table again with her purse, producing a small banging sound, "And you didn't bloody complain with I was screaming in your bed!!! LOUD!", she shouts, "I'll show you loud!!! You forget convienently when there is a baby on the way from all your .... your ACTIVITIES!!"
Perrin enters the inn carefully and quietly, his shoulders hunched as if he is trying to look smaller. He takes a seat at a table near the center of the room, trying to ignore the goings-on between the woman in the corner and the..golden eyed man? He looks at the man askance as he tugs at the sleeve of a passing barmaid. To her, he says, "If it pleases you, I would like a glass of punched. As chilled as you can make it." She nods at him and wanders off back to the bar with his order.
Asin grins sardonically at the outrageous displays of emotion from Richendra and Cordell, barely twitching even at the smashing of Cordell's hand against the table. As Richendra talks, he begins to chuckle quietly, the chuckle growing into a laugh, and ending with a loud laugh, which continues for several moments. Calming down a bit, he looks at Cordell, and nods his head toward her. "Did you know that if you get a butcher to prepare a bit of the lining of a sheep's stomach..." He trails off, shrugs, and says, "Well, it would help with that sort of thing."
Cordell spares a brief glare for Asin before returning his attention to Richendra. He practically quivers with rage as he says in a cold, tight voice,'I.. did.. not.. sleep.. with.. you!' He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly before continuing, 'And, since this lunatic princess of yours is forbidding the marriage now, I think she probably realizes which of us is telling the truth.'
Jenneth takes a drink of her water, swallowing, and shaking her head at the Cordell and Richendra. She doesn't voice her thoughts this time, though, merely sets the glass down and slides her chair back from the table a bit. Leaning back, she turns her head to survey the other occupants of the room. A curious glance-over of the bearded man sitting near the center, not seen him before, then a glance at the bar's customers, no one new there. A soft sigh, and her chair returns to all four legs, attention returning to the dispute.
Richendra smirks at Cordell, "No she just realizes how unstable you are." She glares at him, "And stop saying you did not sleep with me." She rolls her eyes, "Alright, Alright....I'll admit it....anything to get you to stop denying it!!" She takes a deep breath as if to steady and calm herself then she continues, "I will admit I did most of the work, but it isn't my fault you prefer your women on top." She rubs her neck, saying, "And we won't even discuss all that animal stuff you do.....I swear I've still got bite marks on...", she stops suddenly, then say, "well, you know where. So don't say you didn't sleep with me."
Asin looks at Richendra, his eyebrows raising so high that it would appear for a moment to want to escape his face. Beneath his olive complexion, his cheeks flush red, and he lets out a hoarse laugh, looking at Cordell. "Well, I know you two would probably like to, uh, catch up on old times and whatnot, but there are plenty of rooms vacant, and if their aren't...I can vacate them..."
Perrin smiles softly as the barmaid returns with the punch he ordered, and he politely hands her two silver pieces with a, "Thank you," that he unsuccessfully tries to make quiet. He sip from the cup tiredly, watching the scene before him with some interest.
Cordell's jaw drops open as he peers incredulously at Richendra. 'Light, woman. I almost wish I had, now.' He shakes his head sharply, as if to clear it, then adds,'No. I did not sleep with you. I would certainly remember that. I'll say this for you, you have a strong imagination.'
Jenneth is in somewhat of a shock at Richendra's words, jaw open a bit. She jumps at Asin's laugh and quickly takes a few more gulps of water, then stands up. "Excuse me." Turning to Cordell, she tells him, "I'll be... uh.. close by, if you need anything." Nodding to the others, she quickly moves away from the table, pausing near Perrin's to take a deep breath, and another drink of water.
Richendra glares again at Cordell, "You most certainly did sleep with me. And you probably don't remember because there is a baby now." She sets her jaw and looks out over the room not bothering to lower her voice. "Course you do drink so much it took you a while to rise to the occasion. And now I have to wonder why I even bothered." She sighs then suddenly smiles, her eyes turning toward Asin, "Oh but he does howl so just like a wolf when he cu....", she shuts her mouth suddenly. Then glares at Cordell any smile gone from her lips, "And now, look at him, he just whimpers." She leans toward Cordell, "And just so you don't get to thinking you are so special....when we were running around the room naked and I rolled under the bed....I LET YOU CATCH ME!", she shouts and hits the table with her fist this time.
Asin digs his toe into the ground suddenly, his eyes raising upward in their sockets and locking onto the ceiling for several seconds. "Well, um, that's nice." He looks at Richendra, and scratches at his chin with the back of his hand. "Why's it matter if you're pregnant, anyway? You look like the type who hires a nanny and forgets about the poor thing..."
Cordell's gaze swings back to Asin as he answers the question coldly and directly,'It matters. If she were not pregnant and was pushing this marriage thing, I think my father would jump at the chance since I have worked rather hard to make myself an undesirable husband. But I refuse to give my name to some other man's child.' He crosses his arms stubbornly over his chest and turns to face away from Richendra.
Perrin sighs as the fighting escalates, running a broad hand through his shaggy hair. He takes another sip of his punch, sniffing the air once and wrinkling his nose before letting his eyes roam the room again, almost bored.
Jenneth glances at Perrin, free hand scratching her opposite shoulder. After a moment or two, she stops and approaches him. "Pardon me, sir, but might I join your table a while?" She offers the free hand, telling him "My name's Jenneth al'Vose, by the way, as I don't believe we've met before?"
Richendra rolls her eyes at Asin as if he were the most simple minded of creatures but decides to answer him as simply as possible, "Because it is what my father wants." Cordell's turning his back infurates Richendra to no end and she smacks Cordell upside the back of his turned head. "How dare you turn your back on me! Your father is right you are an undesirable husband! Its your child you stubborn wool headed sheep!!"
Perrin shrugs at her and offers a soft smile, taking her tiny hand in his own, shaking it once before releasing. "I am Perrin Aybara, milady. And of course you may join me." He offers a soft, almost sheepish smile before looking back at Richendra, almost as if he is trying to read her mind.
Asin grunts quietly, his lips curling in a small smirk. "My stupid question got the answer I suspected from the both of you - you're not adults at all." His voice takes on a mocking quality, and he quotes, "Because it is what my father wants." He seems on the verge of spitting. "Both of you need to make your own flaming decisions, rather than doing what your parents want. I'm somewhat doubtful that you have the maturity to handle it, but experience in the real world should fix that."
'Ouch! Cordell turns to glare at Richendra again and spits out,'I'll not make that mistake again. I think you'd not hesitate with a knife if someone presented a large enough back.' Then he turns to Asin with a snort, although he keeps Richendra in the edge of his vision,'Nobility hasn't the freedom of choosing their own husbands and wives like the common folk. It would be more than just the joining of two people.. It would likely forge an alliance between the two Houses...' He rolls his eyes in a disgusted expression and mutters to himself,'Why under the Light am I explaining this to a commoner?'
Richendra suddenly beams a smile at Cordell, "Oh I do love it when you are all fiesty", she says nearly purrring at him. She drops her purse and grabs Cordell by his shirt, jerks him closer to her and kisses him hard. Then she breaks off the kiss and lets go of him, "Ohhhh yes, I have to have you. And my father will get you for me no matter what it costs." Her servant picks up her purse and hands it back to Richendra who slips it back over her arm.
Jenneth slides into a chair, one to the left of Perrin's own. She takes one last drink of the water before setting the near-empty glass on the table. "Thank you, m'lord." Another look-over of Perrin before she inquires, "So, what brings you here? Something new to bring to sell here, maybe?"
Perrin shrugs. "I just wanted to get some peace, really. To clear my thoughts." He takes another drink of his punch, finishing his survey of Richendra with more than mild surprise. He looks between the arguing nobles, and mutters something to himself, shaking his head.
Cordell falls back into his chair, eyes wide with surprise. Softly, he mutters,'Light, woman. You're insane.' Suddenly, his surprise turns to a look of smug confidence. Smirking, he says,'A shame you didn't research better before coming after me. I'm not so difficult when people are not spreading lies about me.'
Asin snickers quietly, and says to Cordell, his chin lifted slightly. "You are explaining this because it is so utterly idiotic that it requires explaining. Houses, alliances, politics... Marriage is for love, not power. Who bloody well cares that you have money? Who bloody well cares that you have armies?" He snorts, "Go home to daddy, eh? Daddy'll make it all better, right? Daddy'll find you a nice House."
Richendra sighs at Cordell but graces him quickly with a smile, then slips onto his lap as if she'd done that lots of times before and hugs his neck. "I am not lying and I can't understand why you keep saying that except that it is because of the baby, I KNOW it can't be because of me, you just enjoyed me too much for me to think that." She cuts a glare at Asin then looks back at Cordell, "You want my guard to put that commoner out of here? He shouldn't be bothering you", she says smoothing his hair from his forehead, "you've got enough things to think about."
Jenneth nods, grinning a bit. "Not too sure you'll find that here, but some people claim it can be done. Odd, how folks come to the city to 'escape the noise', when it seems this place is one of the loudest there can be." She shrugs, and finishes off her water. Standing suddenly, she tosses the empty glass to a passing maid, who catches it with ease and a small frown. "I hope you find what you're looking for here, and if there's anything Jenn al'Vose can help you with, don't hesitate to ask. My specialty is Entertaining, but... well, I do hope you find your peace and quiet." Smiling warmly to him, she casts one last look at the others in the room before slipping out the door.
Perrin blinks as Jenneth leaves suddenly, hastily, blinking. He takes another sip of his punch before talk of violence reaches his ears. He rivets his attention on Asin, his hand once again idly stroking his axe-blade. He sighs and shakes his head again, trying to ignore the potentially violent scene unfolding across the common room.
Cordell cuts back to Asin, obviously taking in the coat. Turning back to Richendra, he says,'I don't think that will be necessary.' He settles back in his chair, arms folding across his chest, very pointedly -not- slipping around the woman in his lap, and expression looking very condescending, spoiled slightly by the occasional wary glance he shoots towards Richendra. He says to Asin,'I honestly doubt "daddy" would try to make it all right. The High Seat was less than sympathetic, as well. But none of that really matters since the child IS NOT MINE!' He stamps his foot to punctuate the statement.
Perrin sighs and stands, stretching. He leaves his now empty cup on the table, a few copper along with it. Straightening his coat, he begins to make his way to the door, shooting the occasional glance back at the bickering lovers in the back of the room. He winces at something he sees before disappearing out onto the street
Richendra caresses Cordell's face trying to soothe him like one would a spoiled child. "Ohhh but it is your baby, but...we shall keep with the Light and hope this child has my pretty eyes. And if you don't like this one, I'll have another baby for you....so don't look so sad." She kisses his forehead softly.
Asin grunts indifferently, and steps backward, raising a hand to his mouth and letting off a yawn. "That is enough senseless nosiness from me for tonight. Light illumine, good miss, good master. It's always entertaining to have a chat with the citizens." He smirks, and throws a mocking bow as he retreats, afterward turning about and walking toward the door.
Cordell's teeth click shut loudly. He fixes Richendra with a look as if she has grown horns or something. After a moment, he relaxes and looks heavenward, muttering loudly,'This can not be happening. Maybe I have finally fell into the madness, after all... Yes, that's it. I'm just imagining all of this.' He nods slowly to himself, a look of relief washing over his face.
Richendra smiles at Cordell, "just like you imagined that night you threw your clothes out the window? But tell me darling....it was so dark....I couldn't be sure....were you really chasing me about the room on your hands and feet like a real wolf? Sometimes I could have sworn you were." She laughs lightly, then strokes his nose with her finger, "We'll have to get a seperate room for the baby, can't have you howling like that....it'll keep the baby awake all night." She beams at Cordell and throws her arms about him, "my father is going to be so pleased, I am sure he'll show you just how pleased."
Cordell shakes his head and sighs loudly. He doesn't even try to struggle against her, looking as if he is too tired to fight. He begins to mutter under his breath,'I knew I shouldn't have stopped drinking. It was all that was holding the madness at bay.'
Richendra raises an eyebrow at Cordell, "You stopped drinking?" She blinks in disbelief. "Well, that explains everything including your grumpy mood. Awwww sweetheart I forgive you everything." She kisses him tenderly, then she slides off his lap and begins to tug on her silk gloves. "I am so happy, am going to the tailor right now and see about getting clothing for the baby. Toys, we do need to see about toys....oh and yes, where do you want to live? Father would be happy to give us a manor in Shienar....one with a vineyard? Hmmm would that please you darling?"
Cordell lets out a soft noise, akin to a whimper, and shakes his head, looking very pained. Absently, he mutters,'My manor has a vineyard..' His voice drops to a whisper as he adds,'This woman did not bother to learn anything at all of her target...' Suddenly, he refocuses and fixes Richendra with a hard stare. In a very stubborn tone, he says,'I am not going to live on -any- manor. I swore oaths in the square of Tammuz. I am a member of the Great Hunt. I have obligations.'
Richendra keeps smiling sweetly at Cordell and she finally gets on the other silk glove. "What was there to learn? After all I had your letters." Now she buttons her gloves each in turn at the back of the wrist, "No manor? Well I'll see father gives us one in Shienar for when we visit at least. And I don't mind the traveling, in fact I love it....Shienar was getting too stuffy, all those nasty Trollocs, and blood", she sighs. "A change of scenery has done me a world of good. So where shall we go hunt for this horn?" Suddenly she frowns and looks at Cordell, "What if you find this horn? Surely we can still keep looking for something else? Maybe that...what is it...that Tinker song? yes, lets look for that next."
A look of utter horror flashes across Cordell's face. He stammers and sputters, failing to get out anything resembling intelligible words. Finally, he gives up and just shakes his head vehemently.
Richendra smiles at Cordell and strokes his hair affectionately, "You see this will all work out quiet well. I'm going be interviewing someone to take care of the baby, might send him back to father while we travel about till he is old enough to come along with us. Now dear before I leave...." she says touching his collar lightly as if examining it, "perhaps I should have the tailor make something new for you? Well, something so father is impressed."
Cordell stamps his foot again,'I will not go traipsing about in the wilderness with a woman. It isn't seem...' His voice trails off for a moment, deep suspicion lighting in his eyes before he snaps out,'And just what is wrong with my clothes?!?'
Richendra grimaces lightly, then raises an eyebrow, "Well dear, it just isn't .... the current fashion...in Shienar of course. I am just you just right for your...what is it? Regent? That is right, Cairhien doesn't have a King anymore. Ahhhh well tsk. Now don't you worry, you just need a little updating here and there, nothing major." She looks Cordell up and down carefully, "we just can't have father thinking you are...poor." She shudders at the very idea.
Cordell glances down at his silk finery, then back up at Richendra, his expression full of shock. He snorts softly, then snips,'He'd only think me poor from my manner of dress if he's as touched by the Light as that .. that Princess of yours.'
Richendra looks down at Cordell's belt and smiles, "Maybe something in gold for your buckle and some gold stitching on those silk shirts. You do enough changes of clothes for at least a week yes?" She looks a little horrified at the thought he might not. "Well, you know there is gold in the mountains, course mining it, well that is another thing altogether." She smiles at Cordell, "So what I shall get for you my dear?"
Cordell stamps his foot again and snaps,'I have plenty of clothes. And stop calling me that!' He folds his arms stubbornly across his chest again and practically growls,'I like my clothes and I will not have a woman buying me things. It's so. so demeaning!'
Richendra looks a bit startled by Cordell's outbrust but quickly smiles at him again, "Alright, I'll have my guard buy you whatever you need. Oh and darling", she says leaning over to kiss his neck then looking him in those odd little eyes of his, "You can't be howling like that and running around Father's manor without your clothes, he's liable to run a sword through you and ask questions later. So we'll just save all that wild stuff for the carriage ride", she winks at him.
Cordell sneers at Richendra and snaps,'Last I remember of Shienar I wouldn't want to be naked there at all.' Then he leans forward and says coldly,'He might find it more than just a simple matter of running me through.'
Richendra laughs lightly at Cordell, "Well, I am sure father won't take a sword to you, he will be so happy with you I just know it." She pinches his cheek then continues saying, "I am sure if you stormed the Blight naked with your sword, it would scare the Trollocs and we wouldn't have to worry with them for a few years at the very least. Will be going to the Sun Palace? I want to tell father that you are taking me there, he'll be pleased."
Cordell looks pained and cradles his head in his hands, rocking slowly back and forth and whimpering slightly. After a short while, he begins to mutter to himself,'I'll wake up soon and the strange voices and crazy lady will be gone. And I'll start drinking again so this will never, ever happen again.'
Richendra brushes her gloved hand across Cordell's forehead and frowns, "You do not look so well dear. Shall I send for the Wisdom?" She doesn't wait for an answer but snaps her fingers at her servant who quickly leaves to go find a Wisdom. "What you need is a little rest, here, let my guard help you. My carriage is right outside, I'll take you home and we'll get you lying down and resting and you will feel so much better in the morning", she assures him.
Cordell drops his hands and glares up at Richendra,'I do not need a wisdom. I need peace and quiet and most likely half a keg of ale. I am not a child and will not be treated as one. I'll ride in carriages when I'm too old and infirm to sit a horse.' He stands and fixes her with a steady glare as he adds,'And I plan to live hard enough to never reach old age.'
Richendra looks alarmed at Cordell as he stands but then she smiles at his words. She gives him a little pat with her purse below the belt, "I am counting on your being hard enough dear." She then adjusts her hat so it sits to the side just so. "And you did promise me more babies. So I can't have you getting ill on me....however are we to hunt for this Horn if you are floating in a keg of ale? Or that ...tinker thing...what was it....oh yes, the song, that leaf song."
Cordell steps back, hands reflexively going down to protect his more tender areas as the woman assaults him with her purse once more. As she speaks, he flushes bright red. From the way he quivers it is likely rage instead of embarrassment. He sputters out, 'Promised? MORE?!?' With a hard stamp of his fist, he begins to shout, obviously not caring if all of Andor hears him,'I didn't promise you more babies! I never gave you the first one! And I will NOT have you interfering in my Hunt!!!'
Richendra blinks at Cordell's outbrust growing quite used to them by now as she adjusts her hat pin with the little black hawks carved on the end. "Oh no, I won't interfere with your Hunt, I'd never dream of it. I am just going to make things as nice for you as possible. I'll see if father has any spare horses, you shouldn't be riding those little Cairhienin ponies, such small animals. Father will want to see you on a real horse." She frowns finding a speck of dust on his coat and brushing it off. "Well of course you promised about the babies but I see that upsets you so we just won't talk about it." She gives Cordell a quick peck on the lips, "Now don�t you worry about the Princess, I'll tell her its my father's wish, she'll listen ...."
The woman's calm just seems to infuriate Cordell even more. He quivers with rage, losing the capacity for speech for a long moment. Finally, he spits out, 'I do not give a hang about your father's wishes.' He turns and stalks, or more precisely stamps, towards the stairs. Just as he reaches the base, he stops and turns to face the woman again. He breathes heavily, just glaring at the woman, then says in a tone way too soft for the expression on his face, 'Fine. You wish to see the Sun Palace? I have a manor in the City that would be perfect for holding the wedding. I have to take care of some things in Caemlyn first, like this little tournament, in which I will hopefully be killed. But after that, we can get this taken care of. It will give plenty of time for the preparations, as well.'
Richendra waves her hand in front of her face like a fan, "Oh Light, I love it when you get all passionate like that." She even swoons a bit. "But Cairhien isn't the best place for the Wedding, really, right here in Caemlyn will be just fine, and traveling in my condition might not be the best thing." She walks over to Cordell raising an eyebrow, "What little tournament is this dear? Death?" She blinks, "Well are they going to make it worth your while? What is the prize?"
Cordell crosses his arms over his chest and says,'There is a sword tournament being held. The prize will hopefully be my early demise and not having to deal with the rest.' He shakes his head and waves his hand dismissively,'But do not try to change the subject. We will marry in the City or not at all. My mother would weep for years if I were married in Andor. After the scandal with my sister, I cannot put her through that. I'm sure you understand how trying a scandal can be on one's parents..'
Richendra blinks, "Scandal? Oh my", she puts a gloved hand over her opened mouth. "What scandal is this?" She pats Cordell's arm, "You can't die darling, I intend to make you howl alot more." She gives him a naughty wink. "Who is in charge of this tournament? I shall see they are paid off so you can win of course and none of this Death talk."
A young woman walks to the Bowl's first common room. Her black cat follows behind her, like always. She looks around the room, waves happily at the barmaid, walks over to her, whispers something and they both start giggling uncontrollably. She orders some water when she can speak again. She sits on one of the chairs and still giggles a bit. She looks around the room again, and starts giggling again as the barmaid brings her water. The barmaid rubs the cat and says to the woman: "It's nice to see you again, Sylvar...It has been soooooo long since our last meeting...Think about it, an entire day!" They both start giggling again. The barmaid rubs Sylvar's cat again and leaves to serve other customers. Sylvar takes the cat to her lap and hugs it happily. The cat seems to enjoy itself tremendously.
Cordell puffs up as if he is about to shout again, then catches himself. In a tight, strained voice, he says, 'I do not howl. And there will be no need for bribery.' He lets out a slow breath and seems to relax slightly, although his arms are still stubbornly crossed over his chest. 'It's settled, then. I'll have a letter drafted and sent to my mother today. She'll be disappointed that you aren't Cairhienin, but she will overlook that in light of not having to come to Andor.'
Richendra sneezes and takes out a hankie from her purse only to sneeze again. She looks over at the offending cat and then at her guard who goes over to Sylvar and asks if the cat can be kept outside since the Lady Richendra is allergic to them. Richendra sighs deeply at Cordell, "Very well then if I must and if it will make your mother happy then of course we'll have the wedding in Cairhien, but you need to speak with the ....King...hmmm no, that Queen stand in....what is she? Oh yes that Regent, and tell her that Shienar is not invading Cairhien. I am sure with the entourage father will bring, it might appear so to your people." She shakes her head softly, "Oh I know you can win the tourney all by yourself", but she makes a mental note to be sure and pay off whatever officials she can find.
Sylvar takes the cat outside and comes back. She walks to the guard who told her to take the cat outside and asks something. The guard points at Richendra. Sylvar walks over to her and says:"I am sorry, lady...I didn't know that you are allergic to cats." She eyes Richendra, waiting to hear what she will reply. "Can i help you somehow? Sylvia didn't mean bad to you, lady, i assure you."
Cordell nods slowly as Richendra speaks, eyes following the guard, then very openly appraising the young woman. The beginning of a smile twitches at his lips as he watches her walk. When Richendra's voice stops, he turns to look at her again, apparently completely unashamed of his behavior, or more likely unaware that he even should be ashamed. He inclines his head very slightly towards her in the closest she is likely to get to a bow and says,'I will make sure the Regent is notified. For now, I have matters which require my attention.' He flashes Sylvar a quick smile and says,'Grace favor you, lass. I'll leave the two of you to settle your differences..' And he turns, putting his foot on the bottom step and looking as if prepared to bolt.
Richendra waves her handkie almost as if she were dismissing Cordell from her presence. She nods at the girl in acknowledgement. "Not you, its the cat, but its outside so all is fine." She considers the girl again, "Would you perhaps be looking for employment? I've need of another servant. Someone who can carry messages for me and a whole host of other things."
Sylvar nods at Cordell and turns to Richendra."Oh...It would be a honor to serve you, lady. I will propably leave for some time soon, but i will come back. I can also sing for you, lady, if you need enterteiment." She seems to remember something and adds hastily:"Oh, forgive my manners...I am called Sylvar, and my cat is Sylvia."
Cordell makes his way up the stairs to the street, as quickly as he can without appearing to be running.
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