37 days. Can’t wait to hear this sound again.
Dame Kauthryn’s life has been claimed. The Duke’s words latched on to his mind, and would not let go, a grim reminder of a grimmer truth.
The walk back to the old farmhouse that served as his quarters in the camp was the longest of his recollection. Many things had been discussed at the meeting of the Champions assigned to Duke Romel on the Western Front, a duel had even broken out, one sided though it was, but all of that was forced from his mind by six words. Dame Kauthryn’s life has been claimed. When the door of his quarters finally greeted him, he was just shy of ragged. It seemed so unfair to him. Why should a woman of such standing, a knight that was nearly a living legend, be snuffed out for the likes of Braxton Hughes? How could The Light allow such a travesty? The thought made him ill.
He went to his desk, putting ink to parchment in a scrawled mess.
I know not whether word will have reached you in The Dawn before now, nor how to say what needs be said. I can scarcely force my hand to put word to page.
I have just been informed, by Duke Romel, that the Eastern Front has suffered a defeat, and Lady Roland offered herself for capture to allows others to avoid it. While that would be cause enough for displeasure, it is not the distress I write to you for now. She…they executed her.
I never had the honor of meeting Lady Kauthryn, but her goodly father was the man that made me aspire to the Dawnguard, and every tale on every breath that spoke the name Kauthryn Roland said she was every bit her father’s daughter.
I know the two of you have been friends for some time, and it is my hope that this letter reach you, that you might hear the news from a scion of The Dawn, as you and the Lady Roland both deserve. My stomach churns at the thought of one of The Dawn’s great lights being snuffed out in such a crude and undignified manner. I have only room in my heart for grief and vengeance.
His hand trailed off, uncertain. What else could he say? What else was there to say? Nothing. Nothing else. So he said nothing else. Just Light Save The Queen, And he signed his name. He lit a candle and reached for the paraffin and the stamp with the seal of the House of Marshal, but he couldn’t bring himself to seal the letter. If he sealed it, there was no turning back. There was no trick of the senses, no cunning deception, only the harshness of an unfair world that wanted for justice, honor, protection. A world that needed Kauthryn Rolands, brave knights that stood for what was good, righteous, true.
A letter would not honor the memory of such a knight. You do not honor the shield with words. You honor it with deeds, with action, with sacrifice. He needed no new words, only the three he’d been taught as a boy. The three that told him everything he needed to know of the world. The three that carried his ancestors to greatness, and would carry the future generations of his storied house.
He held the letter over the candle lit to seal it, dropped it into his fireplace and watched the words burn. He didn’t need them. He had his words. “Honor through victory.”
[Malcolm Marshal gains role: TANK]
[Malcolm Marshal gains: Idealist II]
[Malcolm Marshal gains: Last Stand]
The White Ravens of Qualicum Beach, Vancouver Isld, CAN
The birds are said not to be “albino,” but “leucistic,” a genetic defect resulting in birds that lack normal pigmentation. (“Albinism” is a result of the reduction of melanin.) They first appeared in Vancouver about 10 years ago, which is now known as the “White Raven Capital of the World.”
(via: Vancouver Isld. Birds)