Secrets Mortal and Divine
Twenty Eighth Day of the Eleventh Month 293 AC
"It would seem congratulations are in order, my lord. Rather than a single child with the gift of magic, you appear to have two," you interject into sudden silence that descends like an avalanche over the proceedings. Then, before Lord Lothar can speak, you continue quickly, "And already capable of spells of the second circle, if my eyes do not deceive me?"
"Circles, more damn magic!" The shout practically makes the windows shake in their lead latices. "So that's why..."
So much for trying to play the matter off with compliments, you sigh inwardly. Both Mallery brothers look about ready to jump out of their skin, but to your ears their father sounds more afraid beneath the angry.
"Calm yourself, my lord," you cut in again, more forcefully but without raising your voice. "Magic requires no summons to manifest and I'm certain Edric was about to tell all of us now that Dany and myself are here to explain and address any concerns."
In contrast to his earlier poise, the poor boy is nodding so hard he looks like he might dislocate something, wide-eyed and unable to force words past his lips. "Y-yes father, I did not wish to burden you with this knowledge. I'll... I'll never use it again, I..."
"Don't make oaths in haste and without thought," Lothar snaps, visibly collecting himself. The flush in his cheeks dies down, and for a long moment he only looks at his youngest son quietly. "It's not some other god is it?"
"No, father," Edric replies relieved, while his younger brother looks on with mounting guilt, realizing that his own reaction had precipitated matters.
"Good," Lord Mallery grunts. He glances at his wife and
something passes between them. He nods wearily. Thankfully, it seems the two had gotten past the point where your mother was concerned about leaving the lord's wine cup in his lady wife's keeping. "Lies are always dishonorable, son, even if you intend to tell the truth at some later time. And you will find that, like oil poured on water, such dishonor has a way of rising to the surface when you least expect."
Turning to you, the lord adds, "Appologies for the outburst, Your Grace, though I hope Edric's magic will require less of his time than Denys'. He is the heir." From the way he emphases the last, it's clear it is as much for his sons' sake as yours.
"There have been instances of others in position of power and influence showing magic, my lord, not least among them my dearest and most leal friends," you assure him. "While such mages will not be able to advance within the scholarum they can still take up their rightful places."
"I should hope so," Dany jests with impeccable timing. "This would be a really awkward way to tell me otherwise."
The laughter that follows owes as much to relief as mirth, but it is genuine nonetheless.
The matter settled as much as it can be, you speak to Edric and publicly learn what you had already known from your divinations. His magic is most akin to Hermetia's of all the mages you have known, and he has possessed those powers since he persuaded his father to send envoys to White Harbor and Sorcerer's Deep. Thankfully, he kept the secret of your presence that night in the woods and the blessings you had bequeathed upon him well, though from the looks he gives you perhaps he had guessed that the two might have been connected.
Denys is more reticent to speak of his magic, and his goddess, though with encouragements from his mother and occasionally from Dany, he eventually opens up. He explains that by her scriptures he is not permitted to carry blades in the wars of men against men, though he may wield a staff or cudgel for self defense. He adds that what the ancient goddess most desires is peace and property for her children, and that she sees all those of the Seven Kingdoms and even upon the other side of the Narrow Sea as her children.
"She's weak, though. Really, really weak," the boy explains soberly. "The only reason she didn't die was because even the bitter sea can water the land if there is naught else. I'm not entirely sure what that means, though..."
"The Merling King, the Ferryman of old," Dany speaks a moment before you can. "He's been keeping her from fading in accordance with some ancient pact."
"Pardon me, Your Highness," Lady Lorena interjects a touch hesitantly. "You speak of gods as beings that can die as men do, though that seems passing strange to my ear."
"Not as men do, but die they can..." So you find yourself giving the equivalent of a Scholarum lecture on the nature of divinity, compressed down to half an hour. By the end the boys are nodding happily in understanding, and while their parents look perturbed they are not disbelieving.
"So where does that leave all us?" Lord Mallery asks at last. "I will be honest. I'd resigned myself to seeing Denys part for foreign shores, but Edric has much to learn yet of lordship and the rumors of him vanishing would not be... kind."
Denys himself tries to put on a brave face, but reluctance at parting is still writ clear upon his face as he glances towards his elder bother.
What do you suggest?
[] Only take Denys to study in the Scholarum, he is a known mage so it would not be hard to concoct a take for him vanishing from the keep in the night
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[] Take both boys it would be better if they were not parted
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OOC: Not the best reaction in the world, but it got smoothed out OK. Not yet edited.