Queen's Tale
27th of October 2006 A.D.
As logically as Bob has laid out all the pieces, how could he not given what he is, your mind is full of questions, so is your heart. Why this way, why are the child snatching monsters the good guys, why is the world guarded by cruelty? A thousand times why for a thousand different injustices. But as you take a deep breath and collect yourself it comes to you that having so many questions means you cannot judge properly, not the fey and not... the other doubt that you do not want to judge. It's not even that you have half the puzzle, what Bob has given you with all the goodwill in the world is a single piece, a single snapshot. I will find the others, you resolve.
"Are you alright there Molly?" Harry startles you from your thoughts.
"Why wouldn't I be?" you ask confused.
"Your central glabella is currently shinning like a baleful sun," Bob snickers. "When someone does something like that with Harry around he usually sets the room on fire or brings the roof down."
In spite of yourself you smile. Bob is really quite charming, not that you're going to tell him anytime soon. He already has a catwalk's fill of confidence. "It's nothing, Just thinking about unknown unknowns."
"Nasty." You have the feeling that the spirit of intellect would be making a face if he er... had a face.
"Sorry." After a moment's pauses you add: "What do you know about Mab herself, as a person I mean..."
Thus you discover that someone without any spit, or the need for breath can spill sputter. "Not asking the easy questions are you Your Majesty..."
The title catches you off guard, he does not say it like Usum, obsequiously and with fervor, but he does not say it entirely in jest either, more like how you would imagine an American would greet Elizabeth the Second, not their queen and the whole concept is also not their cup of tea, but it's still a thing to other people.
"Mab is... strong willed," Bob continues. "I know it sounds obvious, the powers of the world are not easily bent by any passing breeze, but I mean she is strong willed as herself not just as the Queen of Winter. She took on her mantle when Merlin yet walked the world, the Queen and Lady had both been slain by...
something from the Outside. I have to take this from the beginning."
Harry's dramatic sigh says everything you need to know about why he did not know about the Gates and the duties of Winter, but Bob sees fit to ignore him, glad for a more receptive audience.
"When the Roman Empire collapsed it was not in one clean strike but a slow torturous collapse, generations of internecine wars, famine plague and barbarian invasion, each sunrise more bloody than the last, each night darker, the promises of imperial stability and prosperity a distant dream, a lie unveiled, lands were lost, won then lost again upon the edge of the sword. The Empire was their world and while in the East it endured in the West it fell to ruin and the squabbling of barbarian chiefs. Little wonder than that so many people thought the End of Days had come, and when many believe that things that would bend an ear take heed. Cults and warlock circles sprang up like wildfire. The Hermetic Circle, that's the predecessor of the White Council had long lingered in Rome and made use of the power and reach of the Empire for its own communication and enforcement of its will was ill prepared for it. That is the reason by the by why wizards do not meddle in wars anymore, Roman civil wars..."
"Wasn't it the... Wars of Religion?" Harry cuts in. "That killed ten million people over who was top dog in Europe and they all ended up worse for it. Wizardry and national loyalty don't mix."
Bob is in full swing now, he cackles. "Is that what they are teaching wizards these days, that the problem was a bunch of well intended patriots?
Connerie!" He catches his French. "Everyone wanted to be Emperor so everyone wanted to be the Emperor's court wizard, they wanted the power to set things right from the top. Wizards don't try to swim against the passage of ages as often as mortals do because an old wizard has seem a lot more change in the world than the average mortal, but the Empire was older than all of them by then. If only they could fix it, bring order back into the countryside, they thought, then it would be well. That's
why it was a wizard in Podunk Britannica who finally managed to pull things together, his enemies weren't primarily other wizards who saw things differently it was the Fomori, the Brothers of Bánánach, the Cult of the Black Goat. That last one is why the Merlin chose to call it the White Council by the way. He made a big stirring speech that ended: 'I see here men and women in robes of red and of green, of gold an ye even one of the purple, but surely we must agree that we are against the black, for the sake of our neighbors, our children and the wold they must inherit.'
As he speaks you and Harry both lean close, as though you had both grown afraid that the words, old and little spoken, would escape back into the mists of ages if you gave them too much space.
"Anyway," Bob continues. "That's not the bunch that is most important to understand how Mab came to power, it wasn't even the Fomori, it was a petty lord, master of a stony hill. Druas the Cruel they called him, though better that they had named him Duras the Fool how he came to poison the rites of the solstice I don't know and to be honest I don't want to. But he did it most thoroughly, at the crossing of the lines, at the passing of the age, the Queen of Summer went mad and slew the Queen of Winter then herself. The living earth heaved in torrent and the skies bled, though few that I have known would speak of those days no matter the price paid. So it was that she who was Lady of Winter, Morgana, lover of Merlin and deep in his councils rallied her loyalists and called forth her her allies, be they Merlin's wizards, knights of mortal blood and other stranger things that still lingered in the hills and fens in those days. Together they fought their way to the foot of the Stone Table before the Boy of the Queen-who-Was could be defiled and there Morgana became the queen... she became Mab."
He goes quiet for a long while then as you boggle at the thought of the perfect frozen queen whose gaze you had barely held as the desperate underdog. What Harry might be thinking you do not know and can't bring yourself to ask, not yet.
"And now we come to the reason I really don't want Mab to know about me," Bob finally breaks the silence. "Once upon a time I was... reckless in playing the games of court. I wanted to know the mind of the Queen and to know the future of a thing is to know its past. so I tricked certain nobles of the Sidhe who really should have held their wine better and spoken their riddles fairer...."
Harry suddenly looks alarmed. "Maybe you shouldn't know things that piss off Mab that badly Molly, ignorance might not be bliss, but knowledge can be dangerous if others know you know it and Mab... Mab can ferret a secret out of stone. You already know a lot more about her than I did at first meeting."
What do you do?
[] Insist, the fact that she wants it held secret makes it all the more valuable
-[] Write in stunt
[] Leave it be (Willpower Roll Required; if failed Insist will be chosen)
OOC: I know I said we would end the arc on this update, but as I got here i realized it would be out of character for Harry to just let Molly learn such a dangerous secret. Yes he is a lot better about this then he used to be, hence agreeing to this conversation without a roll, but this is major league dangerous secrets. No rolls in this one.