AU Omake
Accessories of Importance
Mathilde entered the newly cleaned throne room of Karak Eight Peaks, steps taking her down a corridor of Hammerer honor guards to the crowned form of King Belegar before she gracefully bowed. "Your Majesty."
When Belegar spoke it was with both gravity and a smile. "I owe you thanks, Thane Magister Weber. You have protected my Karak and people in my absence, and been instrumental in reclaiming all eight peaks. There are no words in any language adequate to express my personal gratitude, the gratitude of Clan Angrund and all the other peoples of the Karak, and the gratitude of the whole of the Karaz Ankor. Know that you and yours will be eternally welcome here. But such a thing is not enough to repay you for fulfilling the dream of so many. So, I offer you a boon; be it within my power to grant, you have but to ask, and it is yours."
Mathilde bowed respectfully from the neck once. "You are kind and generous. I have given the matter much thought, and I have come to a desire that could not possibly be granted any other way. Even so, I fear it would be too much."
King Belegar arched an eyebrow. "Speak then, and we shall see what can be done."
Mathilde nodded. "I was thinking that I would like a hat."
With Mathilde prefacing her request in such a way, King Belegar had prepared himself for many things. A hat was not on the list of his worst case fears. "A hat?"
"Yes, a hat. A very particular hat."
King Belegar felt an unaccountable feeling of dread begin to leak into his gut.
"I believe it was last worn by Caledor the Second."
King Belegar buried his face in his hands and swore in a most unkingly fashion.
It was a rare day in Lothern Harbor. A Dwarven vessel had docked. A Dwarven vessel flying a flag that had not been seen in three millennia, so old that the Harbor Master had been forced to look it up.
Vala-Azril-Ungol had once more sent a ship to Ulthuan.
It was with mixed curiosity and wariness the detachment of Sea Guard waited on the pier for the ship to disembark. As the gantry lowered something even more unusual happened. Two Hammerers took precise strides down it and took up positions on either side smartly at attention.
Then a
Human woman in grey robes and runed belt strode down after them, the evident object of the elite Dwarven honor guard. She carried in both hands a wooden box, and bowed politely when she reached a respectful distance from the waiting line of Sea Guard. The Sergeant spoke the usual greeting for human traders in Reikspeil.
"Welcome to Lothern. If you are here to trade, please declare your identity and cargo."
"I am Thane Dame Magister Mathilde Weber, Loremaster of Karak Eight Peaks restored. To Ulthuan I bring only myself, my personal possessions, and two notable objects of jewelry," the human woman replied in only lightly accented Eltharin. "The first," she shifted her grip on the box to free one hand, which plucked a familiar token from her hair and offered it to the Sergeant, "is this."
The Sergeant, mind hurrying to make sense of just what he was dealing with from that flurry of titles, took the token and briefly examined it before returning his gaze to the increasingly strange and remarkable human woman, who was apparently a mage, lesser nobility of the human Empire, and also Dwarven nobility and a councilor to one of their Kings in a Karak thought forever lost and apparently retaken.
"You are welcomed to Ulthuan as a guest of Nagarythe. I shall make arrangements for your stay, although I am afraid the invitation does not extend to any," the Sergeant let his gaze pointedly fix on each of the Hammerers before returning his eyes to the human, "companions."
The human nodded. "That will be no trouble, although there is one other matter. I shall need to discuss the other piece of jewelry with His Majesty the Phoenix King."
"Alas His Majesty has many demands on his time and is too busy to accept gifts personally, but we can ensure they reach him."
The Sergeant got the impression of something in the human woman's eyes twinkling as she briefly shook her head. "I understand that there are many demands on a monarch's time and many important matters to attend to. However, I believe His Majesty will find this sufficiently important to discuss in person."
Then she opened the box, and what was within was...impossible. The Sergent found himself paling and speechless in shock. The Sea Guard behind him were similarly so distracted that none of them noticed the tiniest suggestions of satisfied and amused smiles on the otherwise impassive faces of the Dwarven hammerers.
Thane Dame Magister Mathilde Weber bowed respectfully before King Finubar on his throne, in her hands the box whose contents had set his entire Court to wittering. His personal guard stood their faithful vigil along the walls, and in the galleries above a thick crowd of courtiers looked on. He would have preferred to keep this meeting private to contain any damage, but it was already far too public for him to afford the political backlash.
"Your Majesty, I thank you for being willing to see me. I am greatly honored," the human spoke. Her Eltharin was as good as his agents had suggested. She must have found a tutor from Ulthuan, somehow. The subtle but unnatural way her shadow occasionally writhed in the light confirmed that she was also one of Teclis' brood.
"Raise your head, honored guest. What brings you to my hall, so far from your home?"
She straightened. "I have come to fulfill a personal wish, " she answered, and while her gaze was solidly on Finubar himself the King had the impression that she was speaking to everyone present. "I recently commanded the armies of those who follow and live under King Belegar - including Dwarves, Halflings, and Men - in the reclamation of all eight of the peaks of the Queen of the Silver Depths that were lost so long ago. Fighting shoulder to shoulder we slew Skaven, Troll, and Greenskin until the mountains were clean of their taint. When the very next day a Greenskin invasion more than six hundred thousand strong threatened to overwhelm us, I used the finest combined artiface of Human and Dwarven magic to personally snuff out five hundred thousand of them in an instant."
The woman spared a moment to openly let her gaze drift along the galleries before returning it to Finubar. "I have seen firsthand the terrible enemies the civilized races hold in common in this world. Enemies that have been besieging and bleeding us whenever we are divided. United, I have seen that we are strong enough to defeat them and forge renewed greatness in their absence. This is not a new idea; once Asur lived and traded in Karak Eight Peaks. Asurian archmages held a place of honor on the old King's council, and they accomplished incredible wonders working alongside the Runesmiths of old that I have seen with my own eyes. My dream is to see four races working together where there are now three. To that end, I have asked to be rewarded for my service to Dwarfkind with this."
She opened the box, and Finubar's heart skipped a beat. Amidst the gold and jewels and craftsmanship he knew without doubt it was the real thing. He could feel it.
The first Phoenix Crown, lost so long ago by the folly of Caledor II. Now held in the hands of a human in his hall.
"I wish to see a reconciliation between your great race and that of the Dwarves. Such a thing is far from a small task, I know. It might be difficult to even imagine. But I believe that together we can take a crucial first step toward burying this ancient axe that cuts both Asur and Dawi. To that end I propose a trade. I offer you this, the Phoenix Crown, in exchange for the Cloaks of Beards, so that they may be returned to the Karaz Ankor and laid to rest, and a commitment to make no more. There is a symmetry to it, a trade of items of great symbolic importance to both peoples that have been too long kept from where they belong. I believe it is enough foundation to build something more on, given time."
King Finubar's eyes rested on the crown, and his thoughts spun. It was a breathtaking proposal. The political implications were difficult to contemplate. Could it truly lead to a thawing of relations? The traditionalist factions most firmly against any traffic with the Dwarves were the same ones who would place the most importance on the symbolic reclaiming of the Crown. It might just be possible to manage something, in time, even if Finubar did not expect a return to the freer days of old. Would the Dwarves for their part be willing to relax their stubborn Grudges? Finubar couldn't say.
One thing was for sure. The mere fact that the human had the Crown suggested that she was telling the truth about her claimed deeds, incredible as they were. The Dwarves would have had to have felt they owed a truly unimaginable debt to give it to a single human. For the human in question to have chosen the Crown instead of vast riches or power or knowledge or anything else, all in the pursuit of this vision of reconciliation between two entirely different races, all in the face of the threats that bayed and howled at the edges of the world...it was rare even in the long lives of the Asur to encounter such a person as this Mathilde Weber.
On such individuals had the fate of the world pivoted in the past.
A/N - Not what I planned to write today, but something I had great fun writing. I hope you all enjoy it. As always, corrections and thoughts are most welcome.