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Summary of Events:
Alina left Derwent feeling rather sad that she and Éoin had not been able to talk more about his research regarding Viceroy Báld. Éoin was visited by Viceroy Constyre, who brought news of an apparent Aifosian attack on Zeig, one of their allies, which Éoin speculated might have been carried out by associates of Viceroy Báld, not that he knew why; they also speculated on whether Viceroy Báld had possibly murdered his father and siblings . . .
Excerpt of the Day:
"Do you think it makes sense that he murdered them all?" Éoin asked.
"A hunting accident is easy to manufacture," Viceroy Constyre replied. "Aside from Mairi and Merereid it's perfectly conceivable that he carried out all of them."
Éoin looked at the papers again for himself and nodded. Every single one of the seemingly 'accidental' deaths in the Báld house could have been committed by the hand of a man.
"And if he killed them what would stop him from killing people who were suspicious?" Éoin asked. "People like Father, or His Majesty King Alfred the Twenty First?"
"Nothing," Viceroy Constyre replied.
"Maybe he even has killed all his relatives who have questioned the suspicious nature of the deaths," Éoin suggested.
"That still doesn't tell us why," Viceroy Constyre said.
"No," Éoin agreed. "But what do you make of this?"
He pointed at Viceroy Báld's Piontanese middle name.
"It's Piontanese," Viceroy Constyre replied.
"Look at his siblings' names," Éoin said.
"None of them have one," Viceroy Constyre said.
"I think that's maybe why I suggested Piontano was involved," Éoin said. "I feel like that's a clue that needs to be unlocked."
"Indeed," Viceroy Constyre said. "But how?"
"I have a feeling the documents we want are in Vanora," Éoin replied.
"Exactly where he can keep them from our prying eyes," Viceroy Constyre said.
"Do you think there's any way we can get into Vanora?" Éoin asked. "As in Carey Vanora?"
Viceroy Constyre sighed. "And it is true that we can't necessarily pin all these suspicious deaths on him."
"Do you think he'd be a puppet for someone unknown?" Éoin asked.
"Like whom?" Viceroy Constyre asked.
"I don't know," Éoin replied. "Maybe I'm making too much of it."
"Maybe you are," Viceroy Constyre agreed. "You do have a keen mind, though, like your father. I think it's safe to confess to you that if your father would've outlived me I would've recommended him to become General of the Army after me. I do believe I would have full confidence in making the same recommendation of you."
Éoin could hardly believe his ears. Him? The General of the Army? He couldn't imagine it, but then again, if Viceroy Constyre's house was anything like the house of Iést, he had a good twenty years before he died. By then Éoin assuredly would have a lot more maturity and respect within parliament.
"I encourage you," Viceroy Constyre said, gathering up the papers. "Keep looking into things, keep watchful, and let me know what you learn. I do not believe the dawn of renewed rest is the light that we see. I fear we see the bright moon of our most fearsome night on the horizon."
"Or not even a natural light at all," Éoin replied. "But an unnatural light that would delude us into thinking that all is well, yet cloaks the danger in the darkness where we cannot see it and recognise it for what it is."
Pronunciation:
Zeig: z'eyeg'
Excerpt of the Day:
"Do you think it makes sense that he murdered them all?" Éoin asked.
"A hunting accident is easy to manufacture," Viceroy Constyre replied. "Aside from Mairi and Merereid it's perfectly conceivable that he carried out all of them."
Éoin looked at the papers again for himself and nodded. Every single one of the seemingly 'accidental' deaths in the Báld house could have been committed by the hand of a man.
"And if he killed them what would stop him from killing people who were suspicious?" Éoin asked. "People like Father, or His Majesty King Alfred the Twenty First?"
"Nothing," Viceroy Constyre replied.
"Maybe he even has killed all his relatives who have questioned the suspicious nature of the deaths," Éoin suggested.
"That still doesn't tell us why," Viceroy Constyre said.
"No," Éoin agreed. "But what do you make of this?"
He pointed at Viceroy Báld's Piontanese middle name.
"It's Piontanese," Viceroy Constyre replied.
"Look at his siblings' names," Éoin said.
"None of them have one," Viceroy Constyre said.
"I think that's maybe why I suggested Piontano was involved," Éoin said. "I feel like that's a clue that needs to be unlocked."
"Indeed," Viceroy Constyre said. "But how?"
"I have a feeling the documents we want are in Vanora," Éoin replied.
"Exactly where he can keep them from our prying eyes," Viceroy Constyre said.
"Do you think there's any way we can get into Vanora?" Éoin asked. "As in Carey Vanora?"
Viceroy Constyre sighed. "And it is true that we can't necessarily pin all these suspicious deaths on him."
"Do you think he'd be a puppet for someone unknown?" Éoin asked.
"Like whom?" Viceroy Constyre asked.
"I don't know," Éoin replied. "Maybe I'm making too much of it."
"Maybe you are," Viceroy Constyre agreed. "You do have a keen mind, though, like your father. I think it's safe to confess to you that if your father would've outlived me I would've recommended him to become General of the Army after me. I do believe I would have full confidence in making the same recommendation of you."
Éoin could hardly believe his ears. Him? The General of the Army? He couldn't imagine it, but then again, if Viceroy Constyre's house was anything like the house of Iést, he had a good twenty years before he died. By then Éoin assuredly would have a lot more maturity and respect within parliament.
"I encourage you," Viceroy Constyre said, gathering up the papers. "Keep looking into things, keep watchful, and let me know what you learn. I do not believe the dawn of renewed rest is the light that we see. I fear we see the bright moon of our most fearsome night on the horizon."
"Or not even a natural light at all," Éoin replied. "But an unnatural light that would delude us into thinking that all is well, yet cloaks the danger in the darkness where we cannot see it and recognise it for what it is."
Pronunciation:
Zeig: z'eyeg'
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