Plot-locked to Caspian
Apr. 21st, 2007 12:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
The pool opened into a bower of sun streamers and green in the shades of fading new spring and the whisper of promised emerald summer. There was a rock formation which jutted upward for twenty feet in the Northern area just beyond them, trees crowning onward from it, and just beyond westerly was a worn path with rivets from cart wheels which wound its way through the dappled grove.
"This," Marian said, with an awe and love that was never, and would never, be tarnished by time. "Is Sherwood forest."
"This," Marian said, with an awe and love that was never, and would never, be tarnished by time. "Is Sherwood forest."
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Date: 2007-04-21 08:23 pm (UTC)"A fair?" His attention is caught. Caspian is not so very old, after all, and the word conjures up images of silken Calormene tents and their bazaars of sweets and savories, of bright Archenland banners snapping in the wind, of tournaments that he is now old enough and skilled enough to ride in. "I'd like that. Lead on, lady, and on the way mayhap you would be so kind as to tell me what a 'beltane' is?"
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Date: 2007-04-21 08:30 pm (UTC)Far, too warm.
There was definitely walking, that the sweet breeze would cool as she went.
"Tis the first of the fire festivals for both gathering and commerce, for which each has a fair. Beltane, the first, is the celebration of the old religion, where the Goddess and God.."
There is a pause. An almost awkward, discerning pause.
"..wed. Well, consummate their wedding, which was celebrated the month before on the holiday of Ostara."
This was not was young girls truly talked to boys of. Mothers told these tales. Girls and boys thought of them together, but rarely discussed them. After all, those were frequently tittered about or referenced to near marriages.
"There holiday and fair is usually a consistent with the holidays to gather everyone's attention and give them some respite from their hard days all at one."
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Date: 2007-04-21 08:40 pm (UTC)Oh.
Oh.
His cheeks go bright red and he looks away, uncomfortably aware of her own awkwardness.
Caspian was made king at the age of thirteen, and he'd had to grow up quickly, but between Dr. Cornelius and his old nurse and those around him who loved him, he had reached this age, a week shy of seventeen, without ever growing too old for his age, and without, mayhap, losing much of his innocence past that which had been sacrificed on the battlefield.
He's nearly seventeen, and speaking of such things to a lovely and noble young lady is...well, he isn't sure that it's proper at all.
"Your people must be happy for the chance to celebrate," he says, gallantly attempting to clear away the uncomfortable pause. "We've festivals in Narnia, but they rarely fall on the same day--or for the same reason--from year to year."
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Date: 2007-04-21 08:47 pm (UTC)pregnantmarried come late June or early August. It was a folk tale that she realized as she got older, was much less tale and much about folk."I love the fair. While I have not traveled greatly in my years, the fair brings me into contact with many people from all over this country and many others. All the bussiness that comes from it. And the stories."
Not to mention....the horses. Or the books.
The edge of wood was beginning to near them and beyond a small field Knighton Hall was beginning to come into view as a small brown and white shape.
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Date: 2007-04-21 08:52 pm (UTC)The sun hits their faces as they step into the cleared area, insects buzzing lazily around them, weaving through the tall grass. He looks ahead to the hall--a small, neat building that reminds him of a few of the larger houses of Beruna--and nods to it.
"Your home, lady?"
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Date: 2007-04-21 08:59 pm (UTC)It showed it's age, but it went gracefully to repair and to repainting, keeping it's grace. It's wide open windows at the top were welcoming, and the stable to it's right side gave easy access to traveler and traveling alike.
"I wonder if my father is about or in town." Her brow wrinkled slightly.
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Date: 2007-04-21 09:06 pm (UTC)Her frown causes him to bring his own eyebrows together, and he nods. It might be...awkward, explaining his presence to Marian's father, should the man be about, and while Caspian balks at the thought of sneaking about underneath notice, he would not want to compromise her.
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Date: 2007-04-21 09:15 pm (UTC)On the other hand, he hates the idea of waiting out here. It rubs him the wrong way, and for all he knows, there's no reason at all to worry. "I'll come with you," he decides, "but there's no harm in being quick. Do you think your father would be alarmed if he saw me?"
It's a little bit of a joke, and he speaks it lightly, grinning down at her as they make their way towards the house and stable.
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Date: 2007-04-21 09:21 pm (UTC)There was a grin for the expression he gave her looking down, which faded into a very small smile of awe as she was noting how the sun from behind lit up his hair all around his face.
"In all truth, I think it wouldn't be one of the worst things he'd be alarmed to know I'm doing."
Skirting the door, with only a precursory look of curiosity to whether he might be there, she slipped them into the stable. The scent of hay, horse and ground earth filled her nose, just as welcome as the shadows of the large wooden construct and the neighing which.announced they weren't alone again.
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Date: 2007-04-21 09:27 pm (UTC)One thing Marian needn't tell him is that her father has fine taste in horses--the one Caspian is greeting has large mild eyes and a proudly arched neck. Saddle horse, likely, far lighter than his own Destrier at home, but fair indeed.
"Hello, thee beauty," he tells it, his voice low and cheery. The horse's ears flick forward, and he reaches up to rub at them.
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Date: 2007-04-21 09:40 pm (UTC)"Tis my main one," she said calmly, reaching out to pet the white horses nose gently. "Her name is Lineave. She is very good for helping to continue to prove that I really can be a lady."
There's a petulent smirk with those words.
Turning toward the rest, she smiles to see noses sticking out and eyes watching them, even as feet stamp wanting carrots which she hasn't brought out yet this time. There were only a scant half dozen now, but they were well loved.
"The rest are my fathers war horses, save one," the was a gentle look to the stahl three over from where he was standing as she walked over to it. "He's a courser-destrier mix. I pleaded for two months before father finally gave in. It's not horse for a woman to be riding he ranted for so long."
There is a smile, as she patted the nose gently before leaning in and hugging the horses head very gently, with a whisper to him, "But we had work to do, didn't we?"
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Date: 2007-04-21 09:54 pm (UTC)"Is there much proof of that required?" It's a little bit of a tease, and he nearly ends it with her name, but they've met so few times that calling her Marian rather than by a title might seem rude, if not unforgiveably forward.
It's followed with a nod, and he steps away. "Aye. Which horse ought I to take? And if you'll show me where the tack is...?"
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Date: 2007-04-21 10:19 pm (UTC)Petting his nose again, after placing a small kiss on his head, she said gently, "You can take Sorely, here. He won't mind and he's good to people. I'll be expected to ride her when I'm in town unless something has happened to her."
With a last pat and wuffle in her shoulder, she turned to pick up all her accutraments with him. While she readied Lineave, she talked still, "You asked about my father? He's a very particular man. He used to be the Sherriff and run everything in these parts. He's old fashioned and likes things to stay as they are. He tries to help on the council, but the world here is changing more quickly than he'd even like to admit."
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Date: 2007-04-21 10:26 pm (UTC)"Changing?" he asks, lifting the saddle up, and bending to fix it properly. "What do you mean?" The word 'sherriff' means nothing to him, but it must be some sort of nobleman. And he serves now as an advisor? But not very successfully, if he is understanding Marian correctly.
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Date: 2007-04-21 10:32 pm (UTC)"The newly appointed sheriff is squeezing the peasants out of their livelihood. Taxation, and more taxation if they seem to have made enough to be simply getting by. It's heartrending for all to see."
But the hallow hung...and few talked.
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Date: 2007-04-21 11:09 pm (UTC)It isn't that he believes Marian might lie--in their short acquaintance, she has been nothing but honest and the trust she shows in him by telling him of these things would be heartwarming if he weren't so aghast at the subject.
"And the king--he has left no one behind to punish such acts?"
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Date: 2007-04-21 11:11 pm (UTC)Marian is very carefully looking at a buckle while she speaks, because there are things about her own country which sicken and excite her different mentioned.
"But that is not to say that defenders of the realm do not still appear, as they can, to right the wrongs and defend the weak."
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Date: 2007-04-21 11:34 pm (UTC)Usurper! it cries, thief!. But this brother of the king, he is not Miraz and this is not Caspian's land.
The injustice of it burns him, though. I think your king and I might have some things in common, Marian.
"That is something," he agrees finally, leading Sorely out of his stall and waiting for Marian. "It is good that there those who are fighting for what is right, and not simply hiding away or allowing themselves to be beaten down.
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Date: 2007-04-22 02:29 am (UTC)She kept her eyes downcast as her lead the gentle white mare out of her stall and then out of barn. There was no shame in the act, in fact, she was quite sure in some ways her eyes would betray just how deep her passion ran on the topic.
"Tis a hard task, but sacrifice for one's people livelihood is not much to be asked of."
She glanced toward Sorely, for the moment feeling the urge to pet and hug the horse though she did not. After all, he was touchstone enough in being near. Her companion in all acts shady and illegal which were for the might and the right and the good.
Boosting herself up into the saddle, she situated her skirts. "All pray for the safe return of the Lionheart, so that everything will be set right."
There was a lingering look down the road while she waited for him. She was not content to pray, not content to bow and bend, to wait. She was a dagger, an arrow, a left basket of food, and footsteps in the night as much, if maybe not even more, than she was a Lady now.
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Date: 2007-04-22 02:42 am (UTC)He steps up and settles lightly into the saddle as Sorely moves beneath him. Marian was right--though the horse was powerful, he was well-trained. Caspian could feel him mouthing at the bit, and when he jerked in surprise at Marian's words, the horse moved with him, its ear flicking back.
"The Lionheart?"
It's...he remembers being thirteen, and tucked into the deep corners of Trufflehunter's home. He can still smell the loam and the moss, can still taste the wine they drank as they toasted in low voices to the Horn, to King Caspian, to the return of the Lion.
And there's something else, as well; some strange hesitancy in Marian's voice, in the way she does not look at him. he does not wish to pry, and yet it intrigues him.
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Date: 2007-04-22 02:53 am (UTC)There would be no doubt that the passion in her voice gave to the full front her utter loyalty for her distant king.
"He is the one true king, and he will deliver these lands back into peace and prosperity."
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Date: 2007-04-22 03:05 am (UTC)"By the Lion, I hope that he returns soon."
The words might not even reach Marian's ear, spoken as they are out towards the land around them. He rides Sorely up to Marian's side and they stay there, riding together down the road.
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Date: 2007-04-22 03:14 am (UTC)This?
Was so happening.
Even if she knew he was riding the more powerful horse of her two.
But her she rode hard onward into the forest again, anyway, a world of raven curls like a streamers behind her as her laughter rang through the trees.
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Date: 2007-04-22 03:34 am (UTC)"Will you stand for that?"
A shake of Sorely's head, and Caspian crouches in the saddle, the breeze that kicks up about them tossing his hair and tugging at his tunic until he has to laugh out loud for the joy of it. Sorely's powerful strides shatter distance as they chase the fleeting white tail ahead.
Sorely is faster but Marian knows these woods better, and though Caspian nearly catches her, she and the mare always manage to flick ahead, as though they were fairies.
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