The Weight of Oaths
Thirtieth Day of the Tenth Month 293 AC
Although you had briefly contemplated conjuring some other cause for young Denys to return to his father's keep, you dismiss the notion almost as soon as it occurs. Too many wheels you need to keep spinning, too many knives to keep in the air, particularly as you only have Edric's confidence. You only hope that confidence holds through what you are about to suggest he say...
Shock and dismay play along the the ethereal thread, as you had feared.
"It will only be for a short time, but there is only so much I can do from where I stand," you add.
"There are dozens of second and third sons by now who dabble in matters the commons would mutter over, and more for fear of the unknown than fear of what they've gotten into," the boy finally says, greatly daring, or so he must seem to his father. "Noble scions of Great Houses who's sons and daughters practice sorcery. We live in the south, aye, but what mutters of the south could effect Denys if he was sent, say, to the North where they care little for baseless superstition, only what's practical and real? Wyman Manderly is a man of the Seven, a lord from an honorable lineage, and he shelters mages in good standing himself."
"Manderly?" Lord Mallery seems almost too surprised to truly disapprove. "What do you know about Menderly?"
"What Maester Hernal taught me, their banner, their words, their history," Edric replies glibly, though to his father the blush upon his cheeks likely seems sincere. "And... well, I thought maybe Denys could learn there. I never heard told that
he had a lump of gold for a heart."
"I'd ask who's been telling you rumors of the North of all places, but they have been doing good work whoever they are," the lord answered gruffly. "It's not a bad thought, out of sight out of mind..." Noticing the look of pain in his son's eyes, he curses. "Damn me for a fool, I shouldn't have said it like that."
"No, it's alright... we are going to have to figure this out together," Edric replies, shifting to sit a little closer to his father on the fallen log. This time you feel his genuine shame at holding secret counsel with you, even as his expression shows no mark of it. "You know the Lannisters offer us nothing save a threat and think we must grin and bear it, but
must we? The Targaryen grows stronger in the east and he doesn't particularly fear the slander Tywin Lannister has been slinging far and wide as could be heard. If the Lannisters have Denys when the Dragon sails west then they could force us to fight them on their behalf, but what if..."
"What if what, we betray our oaths to the King and hope the fire passes us by?" Lord Mallery is obviously struggling against anger. "Son, it's good to be clever, but a poor thing to be sly. Simon Toyne was sly and see where that landed him? If you move where the wind blows you should not be surprised to see that those sworn in fealty and alliance to you do the same. Oaths mean something, not just before the gods but before men. I knelt before Robert Baratheon after I crossed swords with his Stormlanders at the Trident and I took him for my King. If I should turn by back on that before the first blade is draw then men will say 'there goes a man whose word is worth as much as the spring wind' and then shall never be made to think different."
Pausing for a moment he looks his son up and down perhaps to check and see that he is attentive. "Even if another war should come and I keep my oaths, they would think me a fool who did not weigh the odds well, not made honorable again."
"How much blood is enough, father?" the boy asks in a whisper, almost as though he does not want you to hear. "How many lives must be lost in a war the King cannot win? When I was learning about the North, Maester Hernal asked me who was the wiser, King Torrhen or King Mern. It seemed clear enough to me, there are still Starks in Winterfell, but no Gardeners in Highgarden nor elsewhere."
For a long moment there is silence, you can feel the strain in Edric's thoughts coiled like a Myrish spring, while Lord Mallery is as still as a statue. Finally he speaks: "Hernal didn't actually ask you that question, did he?"
"Er... no, but I thought it would make a good point." This time the blush upon the boy's cheeks is wholly unintended.
"Good, that would be a dangerous thing to get out," the lord sighs while looking out to the east. "I'll send a raven west to ask that Denys be returned at once... and a trusted man east to see what sort of man Viserys Targaryen is..."
"You can show yourself now," Edric calls excitedly in your thoughts.
"That way father won't have to send Denys north." Listening to him argue with his father, you had almost forgotten how young he is.
"That would reveal rather more than we aught," you reply gently. Still, perhaps it might be worth a 'coincidental' visit today at the keep to push things along faster. After all, you are quite intrigued by the prospect of meeting a priest of Mother Earth.
What do you do next?
[] Visit Mallery keep to try to gain fealty
-[] Write in
[] Move on to one of the other Houses
-[] Write in which
OOC: The kid not only had a nat 20, but he did not have a single roll lower than a 16. I have to admit I was really tempted to cut off sooner so 'speak of the devil and he appears' would be an option, but it's just so bad practically that I could not justify doing it.