Lighting the Way
Sixth Day of the Ninth Month 293 AC
"Lady Lynesse is of course welcome to remain in my realm and continue to make a new life for herself if she so wishes," you reply graciously. The use of her first name might be a bit familiar, but to call her 'Mormont' would bring up painful reminders and saying 'Hightower' would do the same only compounded with a lie.
Lord Hightower nods, obviously appreciating the consideration. "She said something about painting. I can't say I wholly approve as a lord, but as her brother I wish her happiness wherever she may find it. Hopefully this time she will be more fortunate than when she was asked to wed that Northern savage. One hopes the Wall is truly as unpleasant as tales make it up to be."
"It is less so than it was in many ways by my patronage, but I doubt the cold will be Jorah Mormont's greatest concern regardless. His father is Lord Commander, and a stern and honorable man he is," you reply simply.
The lord laughs under his breath as he pours strong Myrish tea into six silver cups. He hands one to you. "May this serve as a surety of guest right—bread and salt would be a touch awkward to have sent up from the kitchen..."
You take yours appreciatively, as does your mother and sister, though Ser Richard and Sandor have a moment of unspoken agreement over the inadequacy of both the dainty cups and their contents.
"I fear not all my news will be so welcome as being reunited with your sister, my lord..." you continue, coming to the heart of the discussion. It falls to Dany to explain to Baelor what Tiamat is and how her servants act.
Doubt gives way to shock and shock to bone-deep worry as your sister answers question after question, some of which reveal a greater knowledge of the arcane on the lord's part than one might expect from one in his position. Moreover he does not seem the least disbelieving at the notion of gods other than the Seven answering their worshipers prayers with miracles. Finally he poses a delicate question that you would rather he had not thought to ask. "How do you know so much of this eastern demon, my lady?"
"I know because I am of the blood of Daenys the Dreamer. I have dreamed it because her shadow falls over all those of the dragonblood, seeking those who would be her slaves," you sister replies, a greater lie threaded together from small truths.
"So what then do they desire, these mages and dark priests, beyond defiling Oldtown's septs and the hearts of its people?" the lord asks, his gaze turning to you.
"They wish to besmirch my good name by spilling blood in the midst of the Conclave. That is how I discovered their plot, though I would have confronted them regardless." This much at least is utterly true in form as well as substance.
"I will see to it that the Lantern Bearers and the Citadel are alerted, though I must warn you that both will be most curious about where my sudden knowledge of such things springs from. If you had hoped to keep your visit here quiet then you had best be on your guard for many pairs of inquisitive eyes," the lord warns you, a gesture to be thankful for to be sure, though you would have been on your guard regardless.
"There is another plot I fear, this one that we have merely stumbled over by looking upon the world with the eyes of sorcery ourselves," you continue, recounting what you know of the trouble in the Shermer townhouse.
Lord Baelor does not need to be persuaded of the existence of Deep Ones, nor does he require any description of their evil. His genial facade momentarily cracks as he curses under his breath with such vigor you suspect the docks of Oldtown are not unknown to him, before apologizing and explaining: "Lord Shermer is Most Devout Kyle's father. True it is said that godsworn aught not hold their blood kin any higher than any other Child of the Seven, but such a bond is not easily cast aside. If the thing puppeting his father's corpse should ask to see Septon Kyle one more time upon his deathbed..."
"Then the septon would answer and
something else would have that house wearing his skin," your mother finishes grimly.
The Lord of Oldtown nods with the air of one who had dealt with such things before. His own father, Lord Leyton, has been lost to Deep Ones or whatever else may be lurking beneath the Hightower, you remember, and that his city has not yet fallen to that scourge bespeaks of a steady hand upon the reigns of rule even in the face of otherworldly perils. "I will warn not only the Lantern Bearers but also Septon Kyle to be particularly vigilant for
their plots. This might not be the only string to their bow." He sighs. "Little wonder given the stakes... Fear of religious strife is all that keeps many lords from taking the hand of the landwardens against the horrors of the depths."
"Those deals of the Fey may not be as good as they seem," you point out, testing the waters.
"Trades made from urgent need rarely are, but to stand upon pride is madness," Lord Baelor replies. "We need all the allies we can get..." he trails off, weighing his next words. "Whether they come from the depths of the woods or across the sea. I am not blind to the realities of statecraft, my lord. I can well see that the greatest threat to your restoration does not lurk in King's Landing, nor even in Casterly Rock, but in another rising of the Faith Militant setting the realm ablaze. I will not begrudge if you refrain from answering but ask I must: Why are you here on this of all months?"
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OOC: Short but a necessary cut off point. For anyone wondering why Baelor did not react more strongly to Rhaella, it's because he had an hour to get the surprise out of his system (along with other strong reactions at the thought of Viserys visiting).