Upon a Rising Tide
Twenty Eighth Day of the Eleventh Month 293 AC
"To answer in the order asked, I have few intentions to specifically grant lands in Westeros to those born in Essos, except in the cases where they might improve relations rather than act as a source of strife, the Northern Vale for instance, and those who are already well-familiar with Westeros and its culture, such as the First Legion's own commander," you reply honestly. It will be hard enough to get the lords to acquiesce to all the changes imperial integration brings their way without raising their hackles further. It is telling, after all, that this was the first question Ser Cuthen asked.
"Although Ser Gerold's wife is Braavosi, I hope that most could look beyond such petty things as the land of one's birth when, of one realm forged, there is a commonality beyond which all concerns should stem, that we are all one people and hold hopes and dreams similar to one another, if not in every aspect." This earns the approval of Ser Bonifer, at least, though the words seem to fly right over the other knight's head like an albatross over a farmer's head, pretty to look at but not counted meaningful.
Thankfully, you do not need him to be inspired by your vision, just convinced that it is in his lord's best interest to bend the knee. You take a sip of the ale, happily noting it's of fair to middling quality. The fact that your soldiers and sailors are not drinking the sort of swill Mern served at the Rat back in the day is one more mark of how the city prospers as it grows. "Yes, I will rule from Sorcerer's Deep, but I will not be a distant ruler who's hand is only ever felt by proxy. Word of my traveling about the Riverlands righting wrongs isn't just some manner of mummery to make the people think well of me. I am in truth
always moving, always working my will where my eyes can rest upon the source of the ills that plague the realm."
"Fairly said, it'd take some time for the Seven Kingdoms to grow accustommed to a king who can fly again," the Crownlander knight says. "They say the keep crowns the hill. Without the court, King's Landing's likely to lose out to other cities, and Mother knows it could use a mite of royal favor."
"I assure you, Ser Cuthen, I do not have to constantly smell the reek of Fleabottom under my nose to do something about it," you reply dryly. "I can only be in so many places at once, but I hope to meet with each of my Lords in person as regularly as I can. There are also plans to ensure that the Lords' representatives will have a direct link to the Crown, such that its arbitration is not only readily available but my ear can be bent directly to not only that which troubles the Lords of the land, but their hopes for the future."
To that you get a firmer nod, words that fit better into the knight's conception of how lord and land are bound.
Now for the draught that will be hardest to make sweet.
"Lastly, these 'New Men' which you speak of no more replace the necessity of the Lords who swear fealty to me than the magic of translocation replaces ships, or for that matter mages replace a craftsman," the closest thing to a lie you have said so far, for truth be told you are concerned about the dangers of some mages replacing common craft and how that may lead many to ruin. Still, that is hardly a conversation for present circumstances.
Thus you continue to explain the place of those new-risen in your service. "By their skills they can enhance the work of others, this is true, and men with the will and dedication commiserate to the task in question can rise above the mire and muck which have left them sunken beneath the reeds of ignominy, but in essence it is loyalty I reward, of all varieties, so long as the one possessing it has the virtue to fill the role they aspire towards, and no further. I do not, on the other hand, reward mediocrity in all things, nor do I appreciate those whose one talent involves a glib tongue readily offering fulsome praises and little else, as Magisters have learned quite sharply in these lands."
Not that you plan to treat repeated mulish hostility any more or less sternly than sycophancy, but that you leave to Ser Cuthen to read in the silence that follows. "Aye, but there be many weaselly men who aspire to lofty heights and are none too particular about how they get there," he grumbles halfheartedly.
"Then let them be punished for their means, not their desires," Ser Bonifer interjects. "Ambition is not itself an evil, though in its shadow might many evils spring," he paraphrases from the Book of the Father. You had not thought to use that since the original quote was about lust rather than ambition, but it does fit quite nicely now that you hear it.
"New Men or King's Men, it makes little difference, they are
both mine to lead and protect into a brighter tomorrow, just as it is my duty to reconcile the desires of both until they are equally satisfied. If one should declare the other free to be dispensed with for they are 'no longer necessary'," though you do not quite indulge in rolling your eyes, the tone makes the sentiment clear, "then they shall be most disappointed."
"Fair answers all, Your Grace," the knight says after only a few more moments more thought. "I will take ship with the evening tide to get them to Lord Mallery as swift as can be managed, he's sure worried about his youngest and I think what I have to say will help set his mind at ease."
"As to that, Ser, I can ensure he receives those answers faster than wind and wave can bear them..." you say, rising from your seat.
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When you next see Lord Lothar Mallery, the first time you have met him openly, he seems a man transformed. Deep grooves of worry and concern were carved into his face, but the smile he greets you with is honest enough. Whatever trials and tribulations he may have passed through over the past few months, he seems to have weathered the challenges and made his peace with them. Unsurprisingly, he asks you many of the same questions as his envoy, as well as others you have heard before from many a lord, about gods and magic, trade and law, but by the time the hour is out he is clearly on the cusp of swearing himself and his house to you, for the sake of seeing his younger son 'deal with magic', but he does not yet know about Edric...
What do you do?
[] Contrive a way to meet the boy and 'incidentally' notice his magic
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[] Speak to Edirc and discover what he wants to do
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[] Leave the matter lie for now, talk to Denys about Mother Earth
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OOC: I hope you guys do not mind the summarizing of the first part of the talk with Lord Mallery, I figured it was all things we have all dealt with before and not really novel beyond the matter of his sons. Not yet edited.