Once Wine Is Drunk
Twelfth Day of the Seventh Month 293 AC
Upon agreeing to leave matters be for now, the fey woman nods knowingly and withdraws on soft and gentle steps. It would be too much to hope that she could not guess your purpose after the innuendo you had made use of. Moments later Diana, Theon, and Asha also bid the lords farewell, resolved to recover the crown from the sea, though a quiet word from you is enough to stay their hand until you are present to deal with the baleful treasure. Alas that the feast seems to be far indeed from winding down and what you have to say to the Lord of the Arbor cannot be spoken in company.
Thus you linger, sipping wine for appearance's sake at times and offering the odd inconsequential compliment of hounds, hawks, and horses. By the night's end you had received upwards of a dozen invitations to hunt or dine, and even Lothos had earned a handful. Unlike you the old pirate in a young man's skin did not shy away from agreeing. Brave men...
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Finally as morning's light begins to show through the cabin's windows the revelry ends, the last of the lords half stumbling half being carried along by their fellows. The Lord of the Arbor does not seem near so lost to wine's song as the others, remarking in jest that, "You learn to handle it right quick when you have the finest wine in all Westeros so near at hand."
"Young as I am I've had to appeal to more esoteric means to deal with the matter," you offer with a smile. "If you wish I could speak the spell twice rather than once."
Paxter Redwyne looks you up and down a long moment, weighing the offer in mind. Of itself it was a small thing, for if you had wanted to enchant him both of you know you did not need permission, but it would be a show of trust perhaps unbecoming of your circumstance.
Highgarden is far indeed, and even the Queen of Thorns cannot see over hills, mountains, and the rolling seas. "Alright," he nods. "You would not have lingered so long for the pleasure of hearing Clarence talking about 'that one time with the shadowcat streak'."
From the way he says it, it's clear the elderly knight has told the tale of facing twin shadowcats afoot very many times indeed, thus you laugh politely even as you reach out to clear the fog of wine from Lord Redwyne's mind. Growing more serious you assure that you hold no ill will towards him or his House following the clash.
"But the Ironborn girl might, eh?" he chuckles. "The only thing a Kraken's better at than plundering is keeping grudges."
"I will ensure she has more productive uses for her energy," you reply diplomatically. "Gods alone know there are more worthy ships to plunder in these waters."
For a moment he looks curious, as though on the edge of asking what gods you mean perhaps, but in the end he only replies, "Nothing but the truth. I won't weep for any slavers."
He seems altogether too lighthearted and friendly a man to have the life of his son hanging upon the already failed mission, but still the matter is worth following upon. "I heard about your son as far as Braavos," you begin, probing the matter gently.
At this the lord sits in silence a long while, seeming to look past you, to far off places and times gone by. "The Court of Stars didn't arrange Horas' death only to bring him back. Of that I am certain, for I asked their Queen in so many words and she answered bluntly, no."
It is not often that you find yourself at a loss for words but the blunt confession has the gift of doing just that, if only for a moment. "A brave deed," you manage to get out.
More like foolhardy, but there is little point in saying so.
"I needed to know before I pledged, and if she killed me for asking then Hobber would have known the truth of it and acted as was
proper." His tone gives the last word unexpected teeth. You doubt the fey or even the Tyrells would have liked a taste of that propriety.
"If the price of his return was aiding in recovering the crown..." you trail off, looking for confirmation, spoken or silent.
"It wasn't," he replies simply. "I'm here as a bannerman and good-brother of Mace Tyrell, Lord Paramount of the South, not at the behest of the wild powers. While she is on my ship, even that one agreed to abide by the laws and courtesies befitting on the circumstances."
Though tempted to ask what had been the price of Horas' life and who had paid it you suspect the question stretches past the bounds of the Lord of the Arbor's unexpected honesty, so instead you guarantee the young man's safety in Sorcerer's Deep while he is yet in the limbo of being officially dead.
"I'll tell him," the lord replies, about as noncommittal and answer as he could give but still not a flat no. "That's one of the things that's supposed to be settled at the conclave in Oldtown." He pauses moment then asks: "After all you've learned, would you be willing to answer a question of mine too, Your Grace?"
"I can only promise to hear it out fairly and bear no rancor for the asking," you reply, wary but intrigued also.
He nods: "Why is it you've given so much the North without being asked, even talked to Stark rumor says, while having so many words of... caution for Reachmen who stayed loyal." In other words why have you been testing his loyalty to the Tyrells... An eminently sensible question, from his perspective you admit, but one with a very complex answer. To speak of the Others might have him doubt your sanity, to mention Jon would put the boy at risk, and to explain your regrets over the fates of Lord Rickard Stark and his elder son might be taken for a sign of weakness. Yet an answer you must give if you are to continue winning the loyalty of House Redwyne.
What do you reply?
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OOC: You guys did not guess precisely right, but still you made a good impression overall on Lord Redwyne.