NEW PARTS ALERT!!!...
Cheers Athynae...Glad you liked it in the end, and I apologise for running around the years with it all...
Many thanks Acadian and mALX...Yes mALXie, he was comiserating Galasafon on the whole thing...His sister as well as his Brother-in-law...Plus, his Brother in arms too remember...We know a song about that...
Grits...Farn is way more of a badass than he's appearing in that other thread...I'm not sure that I'm not demeaning him somehow, but hey...He's my character and I'll take the piss if I want...
And thank you for thinking it worth re-reading...I'm so
...Grateful?...Not sure that's entirely the word I'm looking for, but Thank You So Much...
Treydog...WOW...Right back atcha...
...Thank you so much for that...And there's much
more coming?...Thank you matey...
Previously on KOTNNK...Galasafon had been cleansing the Dark Brotherhood sanctuary at Cheydinhal...During which he'd found a note requesting the killing of Caroline McWylde's father, and fought a Vampire, contracting Porphyric Haemophilia...Galasafon had lost a period of time during which the Vampire had been killed...The Bosmer had then run into Ras'sheena who'd related the tale of Glarthr's demise...
We continue...1.11 – Galasafon (pt5)3E 434 – Cheydinhal Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary.
Galasafon woke with a start. The weariness of last night’s work having exacted it cost soon after his reverie began.
A moment’s terror passed as he remembered about the Vampirism, but unless his information was wrong about the way that it worked, the pounding of his heart made it clear that he should be more concerned with a different problem.When
was he cured?..
More importantly, How
was he cured?The sword fell
Galasafon frowned, stared at the floor, stood up, screamed, grabbed the chair and threw it against the wall, shattering it into pieces.
The Bosmer walked down to where the pile of clothes marked the remains of the Vampire he’d been fighting. An outline of dust, all that was left of the man.What the hells did I
do?The sword fell
Galasafon stood outside the door of the Dark Brotherhood’s sanctuary-disguising house. Concealed once more within the Shroud, he watched the morning pedestrians ambling about. Some City-Watchmen, some people talking in pairs, others walking with purpose, several simply enjoying the morning air.
He shook his head. You have no idea what happens below this house
, Galasafon thought, the
terror you would feel if you did
Still feeling sick from the revelation of Glarthir’s more recent demise and more, the Bosmer started walking generally southeast, towards the bridge that spanned the river that ran through the centre of Cheydinhal. He’d always liked the city, and standing on the Lass Bridge - as it was called - watching the water always seemed to be calming.
Keeping his head down, he walked past the half-timbered houses of the residential area. Despite neatly avoiding several collisions at the very last moment, he nevertheless wasn’t prepared for a hand on his shoulder. He started, but then span away from the hand.
try to get your attention a couple of times, but I’m trying not to look insane calling to an empty space.” Said Robert McWylde. “Now, drop the Shroud and I can talk at a slightly better volume.” Robert smiled and waved at a passer-by, then looked down again. “Galas
Galasafon sighed and dropped the Shroud spell prompting a squeal from a passing lady. “One of these days you’ll tell me how you can see into that. You’re the only one that can.”
“Well, there is
another, but that’s beside the point. Anyway, why should I give up my advantage?” Robert smiled.
Galasafon chuckled once and shrugged. “Can we walk to the bridge? I want to stand for a while”
The two friends walked in silence for a while. Robert admiring the houses and waving occasionally to acquaintances and neighbours from his time living in the city.
They reached the bridge and simply stood admiring the blue of the water. The flowers on the banks giving an eye watering array of colours to focus on.
After a short while Robert said, “It’s not you
I can see. It’s the...” He paused seemingly searching for the word. “Imprint maybe? Kynareth’s touch on you.” He shrugged. “It’s part of the Talos gift. It’s how I can see when someone’s genuinely been...Called.”
“How did you know I was here?”
“I didn’t,” Robert said with genuine surprise, “I was here for a meeting with the Count. He’s giving us some land, over near the castle to build a new Chapter-house for the Knights. Large though the one we have now is
, we need something purpose-built.”
“I bet Brellin’s in his element.”
Robert nodded and looked away. “And Gukimir.” There was a pause, a sigh, and then, “Anyway, I was here for that with Farn, who’s got some Fighters Guild business of some sort as well. He went to that and I was just coming from the Chapel so everything’s all...” he waved his hand, “On...And I saw you. I was as surprised to see you as you were about me.”
There was further silence for a minute and Robert winced and looked down at the Bosmer.
you going to tell me what you’re doing here? There’s obviously something bothering you.”
Galasafon sighed and related the past couple of weeks to Robert, culminating in the news of Glarthir.
The Knight-Commander shook his head. “But how
? We never found a damned thing along the river save fish and mudcrabs. And we’ve all
been in Skingrad hundreds
of times since then.”
“I just think the Universe likes to take the piss out of us sometimes.”
Robert inhaled sharply.
“Oh, don’t start on me again Commander
.” Galasafon spat. “You know out of all of us, even Farn
, I’m the least comfortable with all this Nine business. Denying them now
would be like denying that the sun rises and sets. But worship? Why
? What have they done for me
to worship them? Glarthir died because he attacked a prostitute when she insisted on payment not
for what he did to my sister...His wife?..His kriffing kids
for...” Galasafon started breathing heavily. “I have too much hate Robert. For everyone and everything. I am not worthy of being a Knight. This with my sister broke me somehow. The betrayal, the loss, all of it. And then
...Then, to top it all. The Emperor.”
Robert put a hand on Galasafon’s shoulder, but the Bosmer shrugged it off. “Don’t patronise me.”
McWylde turned around, put his back to the rail and looked the opposite way to the Bosmer.
“Why did he send us all away Robert? Did he feel like we’d all betrayed him because you’d followed me
? Foss died
because of me
“No Galas. You’re carrying way too much guilt over that.” Robert said, but Galasafon continued as if he hadn’t heard.
“He sent me and Brellin to Valenwood. You were sent to Anvil, Farn was already gone.”
“Yes, but he sent the others
Galas. There was none
of us left to defend him. Gods know how it would have turned out otherwise. It was as if he knew what was coming and put us all out of harm’s way so we could stop what happened next.”
“And yet the others haven’t come back.” Galasafon looked up at McWylde
Robert made a humourless smirk with one side of his mouth. “Yeah, I know. There’s still time.”
Galasafon shook his head.
“Look, Galasafon. Take some time to rest. You’ve been non-stop since you came back from The Shivering Isles. This year’s been hard on us all
...Oh, that reminds me, your old friend Gaius Prentus has transferred here.”
“Oh.” Galasafon had his eyebrows up.
“Yes, it seemed he had some issues with being able to do it until I asked Farn to go and have a word with the Commander of the Watch in Bravil.”
“Hah!” Galasafon actually smiled, “Which word was that?”
“I think it was “Sit” First
at least.” Robert smiled, turned to the Bosmer and then looked down. “In the end Prentus is here as second to that new Captain.”
McWylde sighed “Galas, I want you to stay here for a while. You love this place...This
place.” He said, patting the rail of the bridge. “Help in the current
chapter-house for a while. It’s not
permanent.” Robert said quickly, seeing Galasafon’s face. “I’ll be about often enough, and everyone
’s about at somepoint
They continued to watch the water. “I think we could all
do with a rest,” said Galasafon, “especially you. After all that with your new wife...” The Bosmer’s hand shot to his belt-pouch, “Oh Gods, I forgot about this
.” He passed the note he’d found in the sanctuary to Robert.
His Commander read it and vanished. Galasafon knew that the draught of wind meant that Robert McWylde had given himself to the speed-fortify.
He watched as the note drifted down to the river and vanished into the currents.
Galasafon disappeared into the Shroud.
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