Of Conspiracies and Oaths
Thirty-First Day of the Tenth Month 293 AC
After some thought you decide to divest with the ruse of the merchant oddly bereft of wares heavier than might be kept on his person, you would rather not have too many such visits to so many Crownlander Houses in the span of a few days lest your enemies begin to suspect the truth. Lord Farring is a man mired and tangled in lies and so you will give him the truth, if not yet the full truth that would end with blood and suffering. You simply have Varys deliver a note signed in your own hand to his desk, including an apology for the subterfuge, and after he is done reading your familiar shows herself to give credence to the words. A dragon she may be but her size does not lend itself to evoking fear, not that you have any intention of saying so to her.
"He's agreed," the thought floats down from the keep as you wait unseen by the outer wall.
Dismissing the glamour you will yourself to stand before Lord Farring in the same thought, to be greeted with the sight of a man of middle years with a face that had perhaps once been more board and cheerful, but that was now touched by that particular unhealthy look of one who had lost weight too swiftly. Worrying that every bite of food might be poison was doubtlessly a strain of mind and body both.
"My lord," he greets, inclining his head slightly, eyes never leaving your face. "Your... companion said you had some news of 'that which I fear'. What is it that you think I fear?"
"I think you fear the dagger in the shadows and the puppet master with tangled threads. These are strange and dangerous times, and you are wise to look beneath the surface of things where others scoff and are content with blindness. However, I can assure you as one versed in those arts that your former maester was not trying to work any sorcery, whatever intrigues his order may be tangled in."
"What intrigues?" the lord asks urgently as you knew he would.
"Likely a great many, my lord, each spun by a different cabal for every reason you would care to name why men might lie and cheat," you reply. To another man this would not be a reassurance, but here and now it surely is. "It is vanishingly unlikely that even a tenth of all maesters could be involved in a single group of schemers, given how many factious in the Citadel there are. Tell me, my lord, have you ever seen a hall full of scholars arguing? I did when the Royal Academy in the Deep was first being formed. I can assure you that the process was spirited enough that had it been taking place in a tavern the proprietor would have been worrying for his chairs and tables."
The jest startles a laugh from Lord Farring, almost in spite of himself.
"I would judge that the majority of maesters, if they do happen to be involved in these plots, are likely totally unknowing. The greater issue of the maesters as they are now is not each of them being a spy or poisoner, it is that even if most of them serve faithfully it would be all too easy for the system itself to be made into a canker," you continue in a more serious tone, thinking of all you had witnessed of maesters' plots in Crackclaw Point and elsewhere. "Were I to share all that I know and all that I suspect, you and your House would be made a target."
"So then you would see into investigating the matter of Lord Arryn's death and his supposed heir..." The lord trails off, though one would have to be deaf to all subtlety not to hear the words
'if you held the Iron Throne,' in the silence that followed.
Here then do you speak the only true lie to pass your lips in this matter "Lord Arryn fell from a horse, not even during a hunt but on a simple ride through the lands, not something to arouse great suspicion, nor did a cursory examination or divination reveal anything. The man was
old, my lord."
"And the boy?" he prompts, not daring to believe but at the same time finding no flaw with the reasoning.
"He shall have to be investigated," you reply shortly. You had promised the Old Gods to end the rule of the line of Artys Arryn, a task Lady Arryn had made all too simple. With a sigh wholly unfeigned you add: "My lord, you are surrounded by a hundred conspiracies but I doubt many of them have you at the forefront of their plans, and you are likely only an incidental piece on the board of various players. Such as it has ever been in Westeros, with only leal servants and trustworthy allies warding off the most common malaise infecting the realm."
"Once I might have railed at the implication of insignificance," the lord laughs bitterly. "But now I yearn for it as a man might yearn for shelter in a blizzard, for myself, my lady wife, and my son. That is what you have come here to offer, is it not? Fealty for protection?"
"Such is the nature of all oaths of lordship, such is what I would offer all the Seven Kingdoms," you answer, struggling to ignore the silent lie that had come before this true pledge.
Likelier than not he is not your son.
"I heard you raised a sept in that new city of yours," Lord Farring says abruptly. "Pardon the bluntness, but can I take that to mean the Faith will not be harmed by your rule?"
"All faiths that do not deal with dark powers or preach the breaking of laws are welcome in my realm," you answer just as simply.
"Very well..." Lord Farring rises slowly from his seat and comes to stand before you before kneeling to offer his service, not without doubt or hesitation, but his words are firm as he speaks the words of his oath, the words that Aegon had once heard from his ancestors: "I pledge myself and all those who follow in my bloodline to you under the light of the Seven, Your Grace."
"For that loyalty protection and aid in peace and in war I shall grant," you reply before offering him your hand to rise.
With your business at Farring Keep complete there is only one other Crownlander Lord you must speak to, one who is already a loyalist though you have never met him in person. Lord Adrian Celtigar called the Red Crab, a man named miserly by his foes and thrifty by his friends, though not even the latter can claim he is of a sweet disposition. Of all the treasures of Claw Isle it is one of the oldest you would wish to look upon the most, the horn said to be able to summon Krakens from the deep.
How do you go about your visit to Claw Isle?
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OOC: Here we are, decent rolls and a good write-in so you got the oath.