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Alternate History - Chapter 5

Commission by Metzger. What if Syphile was not a fuck-up?

“And what if she doesn’t? What if Ariel’s grades are bad come the five year-mark? It’s the first time something like this happened to her; it will surely affect her in some way and I want to bet not in a good way.” Syphile demanded sharply. “Who was involved in this? Can’t you punish them? You’re the Sharess-damned Headmaster of the tower!”

“I can’t just punish a Sharen, Beldrobbaen and Vloz’ress like that.” He dryly countered. “It seems you did not pay attention to the Politics-classes when you were at Orthorrbae. If the boys let that slip to their families somehow, our clan could get in trouble. Two of them are related to the Ill’haresses of their clans and the Sharen is one of Zala’ess’ sons. You know how she is with her brood.” “You probably are the father of the Beldrobbaen if he’s Waes’soloth’s, for Sharess’ sake.” The tainted female pointed out, continuing with something of a snarl at the look on his face. “Oh, don’t look like that at me, the rumours about that have been floating around for ages. I’m quite frankly surprised that mother hasn’t confronted you about it.”

“Regardless of that...” Kel’noz’ ear-tips were ever so lightly flushed as he mentally shook himself back onto the subject. “I don’t think that’ll work with Khal. Even in the purely hypothetical instance that I am his sire, I sincerely doubt his mother would have told him for fear of what it would do if people found out.” He had to resist the urge to ask how she found out and who else knew. His relationship with Waes’soloth was not the subject, nor was it in any way urgent.

“Then ask his mother to do so.” Syphile almost threw her arms into the air in exasperation. “Ariel needs the protection. I’m sure you can convince Waes to nudge her son.”

Quain’tana’s son sighed in mild annoyance. “I can try, but that might just as well backfire spectacularly if he’s one of these ‘modernizing’ Beldrobbaen that reject their old ways and the wills of the old guard. Besides, that will not protect her outside of Orthorrbae. For five years it might, as she and they can’t leave the school, but after that I don’t think she’ll be much safer if the other boys think she got them into trouble. By now, surely the news that she is female has spread to her other classmates, perhaps even the other classes of my tower.”

“She can get a guard. Maybe not one of the Fallen until Quain accepts her...” Syphile thought out loud. “Surely they wouldn’t try anything if she has an armed guard with her?”

“How about that guard you seem to hang around with so much?” The older male smiled lightly at being able to talk about someone else’s romances. “Jerk’ol or something, wasn’t it?”

“Good in bed, not so good with anything else.” His sister muttered, rolling her eyes. “I wouldn’t trust him to guard the pile of trash outside our walls, let alone the potential heiress to the Val of mother-killing Sarghress.” She smirked lightly at his widened eyes. “What, is that not what Waes’soloth does with you?”

“My sex-life is none of your business.” Kel’noz frowned lightly. “How is Ariel supposed to pay for her guard then? Normally, it’d be...”

“I’ll save up some money for when she is allowed to leave Orthorrbae in five years.” She toyed with her red cloak. “I mean, North Cliff doesn’t give me that much money yet, but it should be enough that I can get her enough ada for a good fighting-slave. Perhaps one of the Black Dragon pit-fighters?”

“I’m not sure if that is a good place to look for a guard. Those matches are fixed, you know.” Kel’noz sat down on his chair again.

“They still need some knowledge of fighting to pull of the fixed results.” Syphile pointed out, heading for the door. “I’ll see about the money and you talk to Waes?”

“I’ll try.” Her brother sighed. “I’ll need to return to Orthorrbae soon. What will you be doing?”

“Get back to administrating North Cliff and watching over a cat and a toy...” She looked around. “Speaking of which, where is that grey thing?” She distinctly recalled the animal having followed her into the room. She was answered with a mew coming from the low couch in a corner of the Headmaster’s fortress-office. “Ah, there you are.” She picked it up by the neck-scruff, dropping it on her arm while leaving the room. “Perhaps write a short letter to Ariel. Students are allowed those, right?”

“Of course they are.” The male behind the desk chuckled lightly. “If you finish it within the cycle, I can take it along for you. Saves you the bother of having to send a runner.”

“I’ll be quick about it.” She promised, returning to her own rooms.

A good while later, Syphile was looking over the letter she had written. It was a short one, since she had never been one for words; another shortcoming in Quain’tana’s mind, no doubt, as she wanted her daughters to be capable of swaying thousands with a mere sentence. Still, at least it got the point across – or so she hoped, of course – reminding the young girl that Quain’tana had started her life on the streets, with plenty of hardships she had had to overcome on an almost daily basis up until where she had officially founded the Sarghress and later gained the Val-title. Which had been an impressive feed in and of itself, as Diva’ratrika had insisted on two Great Clans endorsing her after even conquering a district instead of the customary one-of-these the other clans had to fulfil for a chance to rise to power.

In a small side-note, she added that both Fuzzy and Wolfie were well and that the cat was close to adult-size by now. She figured that it might cheer up the girl. She briefly wondered if she should tell her about the plan to get a guard for when she was allowed to leave Orthorrbae, but decided against it.

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