?Your Excellency,? Lord Gethryn bustled himself after Sylvia down the corridor.
The warmth from the sunshine cast upon the stones at the exit to the gardens. She stood hallowed by the light, wrapping the cloak about her shoulders. Fall was hinting at Winter in the brisk chill of sunset, but the sun?s power was still formidable upon the dark blue of her cloak warming her as she stood awaiting the castellan?s pleasure. ?My lord, you are in quite a hurry. Are none of the pages able to tend you??
Taking a deep breath, the man was not overweight, merely out of shape from so many of his hours spent in the orderliness of the manor. ?Yes, my lady, there are a suitable number of pages. Only, it was I just received word from a rider that His Highness was to arrive here this evening. I wanted to apologize myself for such a dereliction in my duty, for I have not prepared for his arrival and must have misplaced your message.?
Sylvia banked down the flare of surprise and focused on the insinuation of Lord Gethryn. ?My lord, you have such a subtle way of criticizing me, but I do appreciate that affectation to your error. However, as you are no doubt alluding, I have not received any word. I assure you, had I done so, it would have been brought to your most precise attention at once.?
Gethryn had the grace to blush under her admonishment, which was something she had not even thought to see from the man who had always felt her not quite suited to her position. ?My lady, I assure you that I had no thought to any error on your part.? His bow was full and without the quiet disdain he had carried for so many years upon her first arrival.
?Neither here nor there. If you will pardon my error, we will work to see this situation rectified.? She moved away from the sought after refuge of the garden to face more of the unending demands of her station. ?I should, however, warn you, Gethryn, I anticipate we may often have untimely visits from many guests over the next several months. It seems Seansloe Manor has become a revolving door of intrigues, whether we wish it or not.?
He bowed again and joined up one step behind her swift strides down the hallway. ?Yes, my lady, so I see. Will we need to hold a feast upon his arriving? I shall have to send for a great portion of meats in town.?
Crossing with Nyla in the corridor, Sylvia motioned to her while answering Gethryn. ?No, should he bring men with him, they can dine upon what our own warbands eat for their duration. His Highness wishes to make unexpected visitations, then he can have unexpected subtlety for his meals and dine with the family.? Her smile was sharp and it was mirrored with humor by Gethryn.
?Yes, my lady. I will see to the needs then.? He bowed once more and went about his business.
?His Highness, my lady?? Nyla looked pale as cream and eyes widened when Sylvia turned to her.
?Oh, yes, Nyla. Prince Maelgwn has decided to make an unexpected call. Will you ready his usual rooms??
With a curtsy, the woman hurried as fast as she could without breaking into a run down the hallway and up the curving stairwell. Sylvia smiled to herself and tilted her head. Continuing on to the barracks where Lyana was expected to be in practice with her warband, Sylvia considered the possibilities with the information she had gathered so far.
It would be a telling evening.
The warmth from the sunshine cast upon the stones at the exit to the gardens. She stood hallowed by the light, wrapping the cloak about her shoulders. Fall was hinting at Winter in the brisk chill of sunset, but the sun?s power was still formidable upon the dark blue of her cloak warming her as she stood awaiting the castellan?s pleasure. ?My lord, you are in quite a hurry. Are none of the pages able to tend you??
Taking a deep breath, the man was not overweight, merely out of shape from so many of his hours spent in the orderliness of the manor. ?Yes, my lady, there are a suitable number of pages. Only, it was I just received word from a rider that His Highness was to arrive here this evening. I wanted to apologize myself for such a dereliction in my duty, for I have not prepared for his arrival and must have misplaced your message.?
Sylvia banked down the flare of surprise and focused on the insinuation of Lord Gethryn. ?My lord, you have such a subtle way of criticizing me, but I do appreciate that affectation to your error. However, as you are no doubt alluding, I have not received any word. I assure you, had I done so, it would have been brought to your most precise attention at once.?
Gethryn had the grace to blush under her admonishment, which was something she had not even thought to see from the man who had always felt her not quite suited to her position. ?My lady, I assure you that I had no thought to any error on your part.? His bow was full and without the quiet disdain he had carried for so many years upon her first arrival.
?Neither here nor there. If you will pardon my error, we will work to see this situation rectified.? She moved away from the sought after refuge of the garden to face more of the unending demands of her station. ?I should, however, warn you, Gethryn, I anticipate we may often have untimely visits from many guests over the next several months. It seems Seansloe Manor has become a revolving door of intrigues, whether we wish it or not.?
He bowed again and joined up one step behind her swift strides down the hallway. ?Yes, my lady, so I see. Will we need to hold a feast upon his arriving? I shall have to send for a great portion of meats in town.?
Crossing with Nyla in the corridor, Sylvia motioned to her while answering Gethryn. ?No, should he bring men with him, they can dine upon what our own warbands eat for their duration. His Highness wishes to make unexpected visitations, then he can have unexpected subtlety for his meals and dine with the family.? Her smile was sharp and it was mirrored with humor by Gethryn.
?Yes, my lady. I will see to the needs then.? He bowed once more and went about his business.
?His Highness, my lady?? Nyla looked pale as cream and eyes widened when Sylvia turned to her.
?Oh, yes, Nyla. Prince Maelgwn has decided to make an unexpected call. Will you ready his usual rooms??
With a curtsy, the woman hurried as fast as she could without breaking into a run down the hallway and up the curving stairwell. Sylvia smiled to herself and tilted her head. Continuing on to the barracks where Lyana was expected to be in practice with her warband, Sylvia considered the possibilities with the information she had gathered so far.
It would be a telling evening.