Arcaea/Dining Hall Late 08-09/Edara's Experiences
Edara was so relieved. She reviewed the warehouse reports happily. Deathwyrm had brought that shipment of food in the nick of time, and Baron Euran another just a day later. Disaster had been averted, and she would not be caught out so again. It was a new experience to have to worry about importing food. Nocaneb had produced enough to feed itself and then some.
She had hired more militia and requested that her new knight, Kirstyn, recruit some archers in Remton to come to Talex. Hopefully that would discourage the Aenilians from trying anymore surprise raids against her walls. Walls that were looking in sad repair, mind…and fixing them would be costly.
Edara sighed…there was just so much to do. She despaired of ever getting to see her husband again…but what were the alternatives? Give up everything that was her own to follow him about? Have him retire from Kingship to sit around her duchy? Ha! As neither of those options was remotely palatable, they would just have to make do…and pray for a few moments of peace where they could be together.
She shuffled through the stacks of reports…food, militia, recruits, taxes, repairs, courts…Oh! Courts! Edara jumped up and ran from the room yelling, “Fin! Fin! I’m late for court…again...where are my dratted robes?” She dashed back into the office a moment later, rooted around the stacks on her desk and grabbed her coronet. “Fin!”
Lady Edara Kindon Duchess of Talex
Edara read the battle report with interest. They had certainly spiked Greater Aenilia this time...captured some people, wounded some people...
Jenred.
She was out the door and running through the halls before the report she had been holding even hit the floor, screaming for Fin and Idelle...oddly enough, she did not get lost on her way through the manor for a change.
She was already in the stable before Idelle and Fin caught up to her, wrestling a saddle onto her horse. Fin took it smoothly from her when Idelle grabbed her shoulders.
"What is it, lamb? What's wrong?"
“Jenred…wounded…” Edara gasped, “Going to Arempos. I need Lambert.”
Idelle paled, but kept her head, “Lovey, you can’t ride to Arempos like that…come back inside and change…let me pack you some things.”
Edara looked down at the court gown she was wearing…gods blast it…
“I’m going now. Fin…take off your pants.”
Fin looked over from where he was finishing with the saddle, “What, milady?” Idelle stared at Edara’s face, gave Fin a hard look, spun, and ran from the stables.
“Take. Off. Your. Pants. Now!” While her confused manservant complied, Edara used her belt knife to slash the laces of her gown. She shimmied out of it, stepped out of the underskirt, and stood there in just her shift, hand out for Fin’s trousers. They were a foot too long and bagged everywhere, but they would do.
Edara mounted Baxt and proceeded out of the stables, issuing orders to the blushing Fin as she did.
“Tell Lambert to get the men moving double-time. They’ll never catch me, but if Jenred wakes up and finds me in Arempos without men…”
She was preparing to depart when Idelle came bursting into the stableyard, a kitchen maid on her heels. Idelle began thrusting the packages she was carrying into the empty saddle bags while the kitchen maid handed Edara the scythe that she very gingerly carried.
“Medicine for Jenred, food for you…your scythe, you silly girl,” Idelle grabbed her knee and looked up at her, “Watch yourself on the road…”
Edara nodded, kneed Baxt, and was gone.
Idelle hurried into the stables where Fin was rapidly saddling another horse.
“Good lad…here’s some pants and food…get after her. Keep her safe.”
Lady Edara Kindon Duchess of Talex
