From: Heltevir_at_aol.com
Date: Mon Sep 15 2003 - 13:48:24 BST
> We must consider alternatives, should the proceedings go against us.
> What say you all?"
"What say I? I have faith. Lay it in the hands of Mynbruje that all will work
out. Mind you, I think the preconcieved notions of these fellows towards
Maereth are rather fixated. But trust Pean. It's the only choice you have. Pray. I
hope that the questors come as I asked. That they will be able to see truths
in misconceptions whichever side that they be on."
"But aside from just your trust in them, I ask you to have a little trust in
yourself and the rest of the party, including Maereth. You've lived in the
same village with the man. You've sat round the camp fire with him, broke bread,
relied on him to guard you in your sleep. When no seed of doubt was planted
you were whole heartedly comfortable. Now that another brings words up do you a
bandon what kinship there is so quickly or pray that his innocence be found?"
"And if you've the want to worry and feel sorry for anyone, spare some words
for Maereth you callous ass. He has the most to lose in this whole ordeal,
whether his memory is true or not. Whether this was a ruse or not. As you cannot
judge, as you do not know, as you cannot commiserate, hush! And let me tell a
damn story to get our minds off of all of this! Damn grumble, grumble,
grumble.." Lenora's descriptive words deteriorate from there.
Her voice much softer this time, Lenora begins again. "What have we without
hope? Or faith? Or camraderie? What have we without trust in ourselves, our
hands that steady our blades, our line of defense? What are we without those that
we defend? We are empty vessels. We are unsong stories. We are nothing.
Nothing remembered at all. Can you imagine that? Can you?"
"True, I romanticize everything. I well-wish and hope for the best. But
damnitt never once will I turn an unfair hand to you. Will I doubt you or turn you
away in a moment of need. Can you think beyond yourself? Lend your strength?
Someone needs it right now. And the closest these guards have to any claim that
Maereth is anyone other than who they say he is is our claims to him being a
good man that we could rely and depend on is us! We are the only positive
judges of his character unless they do bring in an unprejudiced party."
"Please, Pean. A thousand names could belong to this Maereth. I had a dream,
myself, before coming here near the shores of Lake Ban. In that dream a man
bore Maereth's face and was called Alaric. That could be his name too, not Rhys.
If we're relying on nothing but heresay, is this not a test of our faith in
him? The power of our friendship over clout? Let the sun shine on your spirit,
good sir. Enough of the storm clouds! We will pul through this!"
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