Chapter 14

Chapter 14: The Telvanni Hortator

Telvanni Tower

Day 156

“You know,” Julan said while chucking kollop meat into a stew, “we’re near the Telvanni Stronghold of Tel Vos.  Might as well start there,” Julan said.  He probably wanted to stop by the trade house for a drink.

“Any advice on dealing with insane sorcerers?” I quipped.

“None comes to mind.  Honestly, I haven’t had many dealings with them, Anne.  They tend to keep themselves separate from the tribes.  Separate from anyone, really.  Say, since we’re heading towards Vos, would you like to get a drink?” Knew it.

“Eh, why not...”  At the trade house we ran into Shani, drinking and flirting with some bard.  I was happy to see it.

“Anni, Julan!  Come over and have a drink with us!”  Julan immediately told her the entire tale of the last month, from finding his father, to becoming Ashkhan…and being a future bridegroom.  Much of it she already knew from the other tribesmen, I was curious to get her take on matters involving our upcoming nuptials.

I don’t know about you being a Great Ashkhan, but I think you’d vie for most obnoxious

“Wow…well, uh…I met Tristan.” He seemed like an affable fellow, shy with large eyes—also, surprisingly, not a Dumner.  “Gods, the tribe would shun me if they knew.  Maybe I could borrow Mashti’s old yurt.”

“Not anymore,” Julan said smiling.

“I guess that’s right, and its time Julan. I’m just not sure everyone’s going to go along with this new thinking.”

“I don’t want to change everything, Sha.  Just the stuff that keeps the tribe from competing.  I’m tired of being marginalized.” He turned to Tristan.  “Let me refill your drink; give these ladies a chance to talk about us proper.”  

“Hey, Anni, what do you think?” she asked nodding towards Tristan.

“He’s handsome, Shani, and seems nice.  Though very quiet for a bard.”

“Well, at least he’s not some bragging tribesman…He doesn’t lord things over me…I don’t know. He makes pretty songs and sings them at me.”  I laughed.

“Shani—what do you think the Ahemmusa will say about Julan and I?  Do you think they’ll want an Ashkhan with a Breton bride?”

“Well, it’s not like it hasn’t happened before.”

“Really?” I was stunned.

“Not with the Ahemmusa at least none that I know of, but with the Urshailaku.  They’ve had slave-brides.  Famous ones.  And if you had seen Han-Sashael…” she trailed.

“I did, Sha. At least his ghost and yeah, I thought the same thing.”

“Seriously, Anni, our tribe has been through so much—I just think they want some leadership.  Plus, it doesn’t hurt that you being the Nerevarine, and all.”

“Good, that’s comforting.” I looked over and saw them coming toward us. “So, Shani, what else have you been doing since last I saw you?” Quickly changing the subject as Tristan and Julan brought us drinks.

“Well, after I got trapped in that cave, I resolved to be less useless. I made our wise-woman teach me a few spells—I’ve even gotten better with travel.”

“You?” Julan laughed.

“Yes, me,” Shani elbowed Julan in the ribs, playfully.  “Julan, I don’t know about you being a Great Ashkhan, but I think you’d vie for most obnoxious.  Anni, I was thinking.”

“Yeah?”

“I was thinking that maybe…maybe some time I could come along with you guys.  I’m not much of an adventurer, but I would like to see more of Vvardenfell.”

“Well, we’re going to be local for now—we have to go visit some mad men—and women.”

“That would be the Telvanni,” said Julan after seeing Shani’s confused expression.

“Ooohhh, I think I’ll take a pass.  Maybe later?”

            “We’ll come back for you, Shani—unless we’re turned into toads.”

Day 157

“Master Aryon?”  I said to the slight man, sitting in his study atop the Tower of Tel Vos.  

“Yes, I have heard of you, Annika Blue,” he said, still staring at his book.  “You are the Outlander who wishes to be the Telvanni Hortator.”  

“That is correct, sera.” I paused for a minute not knowing what to say. I had to think of something.  "How do the Telvanni go about choosing a Hortator?”

His eyes smiled at me through the spectacles hanging off his long nose.  “The counselors would vote and that vote would have to be unanimous.  But tell me, as I’m curious,” he said, putting his book down. “Why would the counsel ever consider choosing you?”  I lifted my finger and showed him the Azura’s Moon and Star ring.

“I have Azura’s blessing,” I said triumphantly.

“You don’t believe in Azura.”  How could he possibly know?

“Does that really matter?”

“No.  What does matter to me is that you would not exploit your position as Hortator to favor your own House.”

Ayron

“I don’t have a House.”

“You will, sera,” he said with a knowing smile.

“What can I do convince you?”

“Well there is a matter in Odriniran that if you attended to would allay my concerns and perhaps permit me to give you my vote.”

“What situation?”

“Odriniran is the home of our brother, Milyn Faram, but the Hlaalu falsely claim it is an illegal base and have laid siege to it.  He is probably making his final stand at the top of his tower as we speak. I want you to even out the odds. Do this for me and I will be…convinced.”  He was manipulating me—and testing me.

“I refuse, Master,” I said, bravely as possible.  “As Hortator I must represent all Vvardenfell.  I will not be the agent of one House against another…but you knew that, didn’t you?”

He smiled.  “Had you agreed to do it, I would have struck you down where you stand.  Your integrity surprises me, especially for an Outlander,” he said, rising from his desk.  “The Hortator must rise above specific House concerns to be able to lead all of Vvardenfell.  Few have done that.  You have my vote, Annika Blue.”

“Now tell me what I must do to get the others.”

“As for the other councilors, I think they will cooperate, though some might need a little persuading.  Master Neloth is ill-tempered and Mistress Therana is losing her mind.  You are not a male, so Mistress Dratha will like you.  Archmagister Gothren is another problem entirely.  He will not refuse you directly, but will delay indefinitely.  I recommend you kill him.”  Well, there was not beating around the bush.

“What do you get out it if he dies?” I asked abruptly. Aryon, put his hand on his chin, and smiled.

“I’ll tell you plainly, Annika,” he said walking towards me.  “I stand to gain if Gothren dies—most likely I would take his place as Archmagister.  I say this to you now, so you won’t think I’m trying to trick you.  My advice is still good.  Gothren won’t name you Hortator, but he’ll never come out and say it.”

“Seems like drastic means to…get promoted.”

“Drastic times call for drastic measures.  You’ve heard that before, I’m sure,” his expression turned serious.  “Annika, House Redoran is crumbling and Hlaalu is on the rise, partially because of their relationship to the Empire.  Gothern continues to isolate all of us,” he said bitterly. “Its time for new leadership.”

“And you intend to be that leader.”

 “Yes, Annika.  Oh, don’t look so glum,” Aryon smiled, seemingly unconcerned that he was plotting his rival’s downfall. “It’s done in parts all over.  All the Houses do it—the Telvanni are just more honest about it.”

“I see,” I said uncomfortably.  “Thank you for your advice—and your vote.”

“See me when you have all the councilor’s…approval,” he said with a smirk. Julan and I left Master Aryon and headed east towards the docks of Vos.

“What did you think of him?” I asked Julan curiously, twirling a shaft of grain.

“Not bad for a Telvanni.  Their way of moving up is frightening.”

“No. Not really. Aryon’s right.   Ambitious people do it all time.  He’s just the most honest I’ve ever encountered.”

“Don’t tell me you’re thinking of joining them?” he asked incredulously.

“Were it not for this hideous architecture, I might.  I can’t do the towers, Jules.”

“Good.  So do you want to stay in Vos tonight or head on?”

“I’m dying to meet that crazy woman.  She sounds entertaining.  We can sleep on the transport ships.”

“Then shall we?” he asked taking my arm, smiling.

“Let’s.”

Day  159

Therana did not disappoint.  She was absolutely barking mad.   Atop the Telvanni strong hold of Tel Branora, she stood, surrounded by naked Khajiiti slaves.  Therana was vastly unpopular—a group of youths we encountered while asking for directions made no bones about their distaste.

“Stay out of things that don’t concern you, Outlander," the girl said grabbing my shoulders.  "This affair is between myself and Therana.  I’ll tolerate no interference.  I have the support of—.”

“Save it," I said brushing her had off me.  "I have no desire to step in your political affairs, I was only looking to speak to Therena.”

“What could you possibly want out of that old bat?  Therana has long outlived her usefulness—she just exists and nothing else.  Since she refuses to see that and she lets Tel Branora rot in her madness, she will have to be removed.”

I shrugged. “You’ll have no complaint with me.”  I didn’t care what they did after I got her vote.

"I think he'd make a dashing Hortator."

“Then you’ll find her atop her tower playing with her slaves and pets.”  And this girl was right.  Therana was a child trapped in an elder’s body.

“Mistress Therana?” I asked the woman sitting on the ground in an outrageous wig and strange outfit.

“Have you come to feed the spiders?”

“Uh, no.  Mistress Therena, I have come to ask you to name me Telvanni Hortator.”  Spiders?  Spiders indeed!

“It’s a steel box, of course.  You keep things like roots and spices in it, keeps ‘em fresh, with a little netch blood.  Or is that a Hormador?  Yes. Or spiders?  In a box.  Spider eggs.  Keeps ‘em fresh…”

“No, Mistress—.”

“You wouldn’t have any with you?  Spider eggs?  Nice fresh ones?”

“No, I was here about the Hortator.”

“Hormador?  You got one with you?  Always happy to get some fresh spider eggs, or spiders.  When I was much younger, we grew our own spiders.” I blinked. This lady was demented.  I thought I’d just humor her a bit and hopefully she will name me Hormador—wait Hortator. Gods, her madness was getting to me.  Therena continued, “Hormadors.  Big ones.  Ours was steel, with silver plating.  Kier-jo used to polish it.  Cute little kitty…Had it since it was a bitty kitty,” she said pointing to a humiliated Khajiti slave.  “Gone now, dropped dead.  They get old, you see, and then you have to get new ones.” I was going to kill this bitch.  “But oh, what was your name again?”  Julan stepped in and impulsively grabbed Therena’s hand and kissed it.

“Oooohhh, my, what a dashing young lad you are!”

“Ai…my lady. I’ve come today to show you…something special.”  He then started weaving two silk scarves around her in the shape of a double helix.

“Goodness, where did you learn to do that?” Therana clapped.

“Ai…a magician never spills his secrets, fair lady.”

“Ooohhh very pretty!  Do it again…Do it again!”  Julan’s performance continued; he varied the routine—bit after bit, until standing there in amazement, she asked, “What is your name?”

“Annika Blue,” he said, flashing a sly smile in my direction.  

“Such a pretty name for such a handsome mer!” Therana exclaimed excitedly.

“Tell me, love,” he said taking Therana’s hand again, “would you do me the honor of naming me your champion—the Hortator?”

“Oh yes, I think you would make a dashing Hortator!” She giggled. Turning to me Therana exclaimed, “Wouldn’t he make a dashing Hortator, uh…what did you say your name was?”

“Julan,” I said simply. “Julan Kaushibael, at your service, milady. And yes,” I paused looking up a Julan, “I think he would make a dashing Hortator.”

“Then so be it!  I, Mistress Therana, name you, Annika Blue, Telvanni Hortator!”

“Milady you do me great honor.” Julan said bowing theatrically to Therana.  “Fair the well!”  

I was stunned silent walking out of Therana’s chamber.  It was some time before I could speak again.  “Anni,” Jules inquired playfully, “has the spiders got your tongue?”

“You were amazing,” I said haltingly.  I turned to him, kissing him softly on the lips. “Thank you for that.”

“Ah, Anni,” he started, “it was easy.”

“No—no it wasn’t.  And you did it with such grace.”  Julan was silent.  Taking his hand, I looked to him, “For the record, I think you would have made a dashing Hortator,”  I said quietly as we walked toward the docks.

Day 162

“We’re moving pretty quickly through this.”  Julan said as the boat pulled up to the docks of Sadrith Mora. “Are you…hmmm…getting anything out of this—becoming closer to, to believing, or understanding?”

“Understanding—yes, believing, no, not at all. Sorry to disappoint, Jules, but I guess I don’t understand why Azura can’t come down here and deal with Dagoth herself.  Seems odd that a god would need the help of little ol’ me.”

“Why does anyone need a savior, sera?” he asked softly.

“A test of some sort, maybe.”

“A question of worth, perhaps?” Julan had covered his eyes, blocking the sun out as he peered at the top of the largest tower we had seen to date. “Oh, there’s Tel Naga.  I suppose we should see Neloth.”  We soon found ourselves facing angry looking man. He had obviously heard rumors of our coming.

“Whatever you want, the answer is no.”

“Hmmm.  So you won’t hear me out regarding the Nerevarine Prophecies?”

Losing faith

“What are you going on about?  Prophecies, visions, superstitious jibber-jabber?  Don’t interrupt me with that nonsense.  Go bother some bone-through-the-nose shaman or bug eating wise woman!” I saw Julan cringe at these words.  By now I trusted him not to fly off, plus I think he realized what we were up against.  The odds were not in our favor.  Neloth was surrounded by Dremora and mages.  We had not prepared for a battle.

“Are you saying they have would have more knowledge than you on this particular subject?” I asked sly.  This man’s weakness lay in his vanity.

“Are you still talking?  I could not care less about these things,” he said defensively—I had struck a cord.

“Oh, I’m pretty sure I could make a talk worth your while,” I said sweetly, handing him 1000 septims.  

Neloth stopped and looked up, “Apparently we speak the same language, sera.  So you want to be Hortator?  War leader of the Telvanni?  Is that really necessary?”

“Yes, sera.  Vvardenfell is under the yoke of Dagoth Ur.”

“Why doesn’t anyone tell me about these things?  So.  Do you want the job?  Are you qualified?”

“I’d like to think.” I said politely.

“Then go ahead.  I don’t care.  Be the Hortator.  Just go away,” Neloth said, raising his arm dismissively.

“As you wish, sera.” I turned and we made our way out.  “Well, that was reasonably easy, though costly.  What did you think of that?”

“I think I despise the Great Houses more daily—perhaps hourly.”

“Well—should we go to the Archmagister? I’d like to test Gothren to see if he plans on putting me off as Master Aryon said he would.”

“It doesn’t matter, Anni.” Julan muttered with resignation.  I hoped this mission based on faith would not cost Julan his.  I was greatly concerned.

“Jules, these are just the Great Houses—not the common people.  In truth, sera, I don’t think you could get any further removed from the people then these sorcerers.”  He nothing for a while then turned to me.

“I think I want to be with you alone before we go.  Find a room, Anni—I need you.”  We found lodging at Fara’s Hole in the Wall and threw back several jugs of Matze, in the seedy tavern.  Julan gazed into mirror behind the bar.  I saw his mood turning bitter.  Best do something about it now.

“A room please,” I said to the patron.   Reaching the room, I threw him down on the bed, ripped his breaches off him and straddled him like a harlot in a bathhouse, not a lover...  After all, it was not love he was after tonight, just a release.  I granted it.

Day 163

“Archmagister Gothren,” I said bowing slightly to the elderly man in a beautifully adorned robe.

“Who are you and what is your purpose in my court?”

Archmagister surrounded by Daedra

“I think you know, sera,” I said calmly.  “I would not underestimate your great knowledge of political affairs.”

“Fair enough,” he said amused.  “Well, state your case, Annika Blue.  Perhaps we can come to some agreement.” I presented him with my proofs and quickly told my story.  He gazed at me momentarily then spoke, “Yes.  I understand perfectly.  Your story makes sense and your proofs—persuasive; however, a decision on such a remarkable matter as this is a grave responsibility, and one not to be taken in haste.” Ahh…there it was—delay.  He continued, “I will need time to reflect and consider, and to confer with the other Telvanni counselors.”

“Of course.  I will leave you to your decision, Archmagister.” I bowed gracefully again.  Walking down the precariously steep spiral stair case, I leaned in towards Julan.  “We will go see Mistress Dratha, then return.  If he has not made a decision by then, we will have to act.”  We reached the harbor of Tel Mora at dusk; it was an island of women. Mistress Dratha had become a powerful sorcerer due to the death, or actually execution of her mother, who had strove for equality between the sexes.  Some admired Dratha for her tireless efforts; though I had also heard other women, former residents and travel ship captains, complain that she had become too dogmatic.   Men were not permitted to reside here, thus the place was crawling with lonely women.  

“Julan, I think its best if I leave you on the docks, you might start a riot if you came with me.”

“Maybe I should hit the trade house,” he said laughing.

“If you do, I won’t be able to save you.”

“Go on, I’ll try to fend them off…”

“You make sure you do...” I said kissing him good bye.  I tripped up endless stairs to Dratha’s Telvanni Tower.  I would be happy when this mission was over, as it seemed to be one tower after next and sadly I was terrible at flying.  Unending flight and ill-tempered sorcerers filled this land; frankly, I grew tired of it, along with all the bumps and bruises I accumulated on account of my poor flying.   I reached the great hall and saw several women standing around an older woman. I approached Mistress Dratha slowly as she seemed particularly sour.

“Are you the new serving girl?” she asked condescendingly.

“No,” I answered icily.  He other servants looked at me in shock.  Perhaps they were unaccustomed to my tone.

“No?” Dratha asked, amused.  “Who are you then?”

“Annika Blue. The woman who comes to defeat Dagoth Ur.  Mistress, I have come asking you for the role of Telvanni Hortator.”

“Hmmm,” she said smiling slowly, the sourness melting away.  “So there’s something to those old prophecies after all, eh?  Pig-headed Battlemages don’t pay attention to Lady Azura’s portents as they should.  And you are the foretold Nerevarine?”

“Yes, sera.”

“Quite a shock to those old House Fathers, Nerevar comes back…as a woman!  Ha! Certainly, Annika Blue, I am quite happy to name you Hortator.  Here. Take these scrolls with you,” she said handing me four very valuable Summon Golden Saint scrolls.  “Do not fail, Nerevarine.”

“Ai, Mistress, if I am permitted to fight, I won’t fail,” I said sincerely.  “Though, I was wondering, what can you tell me of Gothren?  Had he spoken to you of my coming?”

“No.  Did he say he was going to?”

“He said he would be contacting all of the counselors to confer with them about naming me Telvanni Hortator.”

“Ah.  I see.  Well contrary to what most may think, Gothren did not rise to power by fear; he rose by charm.  If he has set in his mind to charm you then, you will find him quite irresistible.”

“I think he has set in his mind to delay me—indefinitely.”

“Most likely, doubtful he would want the Nerevarine to be an Outlander, or a woman for that matter.  But sera, if you have spoken to Master Aryon, then you know how we Telvanni take care of obstacles, and why,” she said laughing, “our towers are so tall.  You know what to do.”

“Ai, I do.”

“Then do it.” Dratha said, looking me directly in the eye.  She turned to confer with one of her retainers.  I knew the conversation was over—and that soon, I would have to confront Gothren.  I left Dratha to find Julan.  He was sitting on the docks, being circled by curious women.  I’m glad I made it down there when I did.  It,s not that I didn’t trust him…well, mostly… “Jules, you ready to go?”

“Uh, yeah…Ladies, the pleasure was mine.”

“What?”

“Oh, stop being so jealous, Anni.”  Funny, I guess he had forgotten all about his incident with Nels.  Maybe a trip to Pelagiad was in order.  Gods—I have to stop thinking like this… “Let’s hit some shrines before we visit Gothren.  I want to give him a chance…before I end him.”

“I don’t think it will be that easy.”

“I know it won’t.  In fact, believe this will be the hardest kill yet.  I hope it doesn’t come that it though. I hadn’t planned on leaving a trail of bodies in my wake.”

“I know.  Oh, I have no doubt it will, Anni—come to it, I mean.  Anne, they can communicate with each other instantly.  Gothran knew you were coming for him a week ago.  I don’t see what difference a few days more makes.  Unless it’s to ease your conscious.”

“Maybe. Let’s just go adventuring for a while, maybe hit some shrines and caverns...” I didn’t want to think about it any further.  We reached the first sea cavern of Nallit.  Julan stopped immediately after stepping inside.

“Anni…Can you feel it?  The air here crackles with dark energy.  I’d say we’re probably dealing with necromancy here, or at any rate, one of the more antisocial magical arts.”

“Do you just want to leave it?”

“No, did I say that?”

“Noooo.  Well, then—.” Then I froze in my tracks.  “Jules, do you see—.”  Straight ahead were a pile of dead, horribly mutilated Argonians, slave bracers at their feet—failed experiments no doubt.  I decided at that moment that I hated all necromancers and crazy mages.  I would be happy to send them all back to Oblivion.  I was in luck as there were only four to vanquish, and since they attacked us on sight, I felt no guilt about their inevitable ends.  Sadly, though there were no slaves left alive.  

“I feel sick.”

“Come on, Anni.  There’s nothing more we can do here.”  We rested the night on a near by spit of an island—I didn’t want to be anywhere near the cave.  I had been over come by sadness at the sight of all those victims—not the sorcerers, mind you, but the slaves they left in their wake.  Those poor men were purchased to be tortured and experimented on.   We woke at dawn.  Off on another distant island, I saw the telltale sight of a Daedric Shrine.  Only when we grew closer to the island we saw the size and scope of the site.

“Wow.  This is one of the best preserved sights I’ve seen, Jules.” We were outside of Yansirramus, a Daedric Shrine.  You know, these sights are quite beautiful, intact.

“That statue of Molag Bal is quite something!" Julan exclaimed.  "I suppose he does have a reputation to maintain.”

“What’s he known for?”

“Oh just for destruction and enslavement of mortals, he is the King of Rape.  His desire is to harvest the souls of mortals and bring them within his sway by spreading the seeds of strife and discord.  He created the first vampires when he raped a Nedic virgin.”

Molag Bal

“Charming, Jules,” I said looking at his cod piece, “Quite some reputation.  No wonder there were so many cultists here.”  There were seven in total.  Most shrines had three or four cultists at the most. We took some pretty serious hits and ended up resting there several days.

“Anne, there’s nothing for it. We have to stop putting this off.  It’s time to pay Gothren a visit.  Are you ready, girl?”

“Yeah,” I said quietly.  “I’m ready as I’ll ever be, but Jules, I think we’ll need back.”

“Who do you have in mind?”

“Shani,” I said plainly.

Day 175

“Archmagister, have you made your decision?”  I could see he had by the increased number of guards and Dremora.  I only hoped Shani could hold her own.  Julan had vehemently fought against using her as back up, but in truth I think he knew she was our only option.  Julan and I prepped her as much as possible, and I could see she was excited to be given such a chance, but still—she was much less experienced than the two of us and her skills were somewhat lacking—but again she was all we had.  I stopped a Vos to pick up some armor for her—she only had netch to her name.  She would need much more than wispy animal hides for protection.  I also purchased a robe and scarf.  No sense in having her identified should a blood bath ensue or something go terribly wrong.  

I approached Gothren hesitantly.  He was a charming man with a great deal of charisma and experience.  I had no desire to be his executioner. But if it came it… “Gothren, it is good to see you again.  Have you come to a decision regarding Hortator?”

“Annika Blue, you seem to have a one track mind,” he said humorously. “I am still conferring with my counselors.”

“Well, then I’m sure that you’ll be pleased to hear that I have met with all the other counselors and have gotten their vote.”

He turned to me calmly, though with a menacing smile on his face. “You will never get mine,” he said calmly.  “I will not stand for an Outlander Hortator—it will never happen.  Annika, I think you courageous—and cunning.  I give you a chance to back out now.  I have no wish to destroy you.”

“Nor I you, Gothren.  But I will—if it comes to it.”

Assasignation of an Archmagister

“Then, if there’s no other way…” He said nodding slightly as he raised his hands high and I landed a blow to his stomach, though it did no damage; instantly he was healed and I had two summoned Dremora on my back.  I was attacked by all three.  In the back round I could hear other’s fighting, a female’s death scream, though I could not tell whose it was and I certainly could not look back.  A flame dart shot right past me and hit Gothren in the head.  It felled him long enough for me to finish the job.  After Gothren’s departure, the war spirits he summoned were easily dispatched, though his retainers put up quite a fight.  In the bloody aftermath I saw Shani, she was badly wounded…  Jules was behind me—as he had been behind me all along.

He gave me a hand “I see you’re really getting into this whole Telvanni diplomacy thing!”

“I guess you could say that,” I smiled spitting blood.  I turned to Shani, who had killed two retainers while Julan and I were fighting for our lives with Gothren.  She made this victory possible.  “Julan, we have to get her to a healer.”

“I have recall set to mother’s.”

“Uhhh…no Mashti,” Shani groaned.

“Shani, listen to me,” Julan spoke firmly, “You are badly wounded.  Mashti is an expert healer.  This goes beyond potions.  No protests.  We have to go.”

Day 179

The three of us had spent several days at the encampment when Shani pulled me aside. “What’s gotten in to her?  She’s not behaving like a Daedroth…” Mashti was actually kind; it wouldn’t have served her to be any other way—she would be re-joining the Ahemmusa and though Shani was certainly an underestimated member of the tribe, she was a popular one.  

“Better than some hunger, eh?” Mashti grinned walking into the yurt.  Shani hadn’t see Mashti outside the door.  This would make for an interesting conversations—I just hoped in didn’t devolve into sobs or hugs.  Shani was good for that.  She had started to stutter a response when Mashti cut her off.  “Save your apologies child, you don’t mean them and I deserved everything you said,” she smiled.  Shani nodded, and that, thankfully, was the end of that.

“Told ya,” I said softly, winking at Mashti.

  In the time she spent recovering Shani, made the most of trying on clothes I had left at Julan’s and the few items I picked up for her in Vos. Mashti, Shani and I spent time gossiping, about men, tribal matters and the trivial things that bind women together—or tear them apart.    I felt better after speaking to them.  Shani had assured me that once the other women knew me, I would be accepted.

“You have the best chance of that getting to know them one by one.”

“That will take time.”

“Anything worth having does,” Mashti said peeling onions for the stew.  “You’ll have to win them—you’ll both suffer if you don’t.  Julan can’t face a tribe of angry women and frustrated husbands.”

“Go hunting with them—then take them shopping,” Shani giggled.

“The whole tribe?”

“We’re not that big anymore,” Shani said softly. I saw Mashti cringe at that.  I know she still felt the guilt of that warrior’s death.  Four days time passed quickly between us.  Walking Shani back to the tribe, I wanted to make her know, in no uncertain terms, how critical a part she played in our mission..

“Shani, thank you for all your help—we could not have done this with out you.”

“Yeah,” Julan said. “You did well, Sha—you did me proud.”  

“Everything we took—and the sword—take it as prize.  You can also keep the clothes.  You’ve earned at least that.” I added.

“Anni, that’s a Daedric katana…are you sure?”

“I wouldn’t say it if I wasn’t.  Take it. You were invaluable.”  I could see she had never heard that kind of praise before.  ‘Stupid little s’wit’ and ‘useless’—that’s how Julan described her—along with the other members of the tribe.  

“Shani, I hadn’t realized you…you’ve become so skilled with a sword,” Julan said.  “Forget the bow and stick with the blade.” She laughed at that.

“Couldn’t say I was an Ashlander without bow.  It’s our birthright.” Shani said, smiling at Julan.

“Sha,” I started, “I want you to stay with the tribe for some time—go nowhere near Vos.  We have killed the Archmagister of the Telvanni and several of his retainers.  There will be price to pay, if we don’t get to Master Aryon quickly.”

Disguised

“I’ll stand with you!” Shani cried.

“Shani,” I said gently, “nobody has seen you or can identify you—that’s why I had you wear the scarf and robe.  Let me see if there is a bounty on our heads and I will take care of it. If it’s not done well with the right connections we all could be serving hard time.  Best to avoid that, love—trust me.  Go back to your people and speak of your deeds.  Maybe you’ll inspire that handsome bard of yours to write a new song!”

Day 180

“So it’s done,” Ayron asked, though already knowing the answer. For days I thought of everything I would say to this man; some of them being course accusations and admonitions, others words of regret for killing such a great man as the former Archmagister, but as I stood before him in his chamber, surrounded by books and ancient tapestries, my words fell like dust to the ground. Aryon glanced at me, slowly standing  from his desk, placing his book to the side.

“Congratulations, Archmagister Aryon,” I said gravely.  He turned and gave me a wry smile.

“Same to you, Hortator.”

I walked around the chamber slowly, picking up items and putting them back down.  What to say? I stopped and stood in front of a large gilded mirror.  “Was it all a means to an end?” I asked, turning to Aryon.  “Was I simply your tool, your assassin?”

“Does that matter, Annika?”

“Yes.”

“Ah,” he smiled, “well then, let me ease your conscious. Power is such an ephemeral commodity—hard to gain, easy to lose,” he said looking over his spectacles.  “One reason is that power in the wrong hands will only prove self-destructive.  Do you understand that, Hortator?”

“Yes.”  I said, staring into the mirror. I knew exactly what he meant, would have to watch for that in myself.  How easy it would be to take power and become drunk  with it like Gothren had—and how easy would it be to fall?  I already knew the answer.

“Annika,” he said shaking me out of a trance.

“Sera?” I answered numbly, glancing away from the mirror, briefly meeting Aryon’s stare.

He walked over to me and placed his hand on my chin, turning my eyes to meet his. “What’s done is done and now it’s time to move forward.  Even if you wanted to, you can’t take it back.”  I shrugged sullenly.  “Well, in any case,” he said clearing his throat, “I have something for you.  It’s the Robe of the Hortator.” Hasn’t been used in centuries.  But I think you’ll be pleased with it.  And Anni,” he paused, looking me directly, with an extended hand, “I wish you luck; I may even pray for you,” he smirked slyly.

“Till next we meet, Archmagister…and thank you.” He nodded as I left the room.  Aryon was a murder and manipulator, but I liked him.  There was no hypocrisy in his actions or words.  He was wise and I respected him for that.  

“So, what next Anni?” Julan asked as we stepped on the fast travel platform in Sadrith Mora.

“Back to Balmora, I think.  I’ll have to see who I need to speak to about House Hlaalu.”

“Do you really want to see them next?”

“Yeah, if they’re as easy as we’ve been told, bought off, I mean…then, well I’d just rather deal with that.”

“Why are you so afraid of the Redoran?” he asked as we exited the Mages Guild in Balmora.

“Because they believe—in the gods, their mission,” I said wistfully. How can I look them straight in the eye and ask to be their Hortator?  “I’m not there yet.”

“I see,” Julan muttered. I felt momentary resentment wafting off of him. He knew he should have been the Nerevarine.  I knew he’d never really get over that.

 “Well, the Council Manor’s straight ahead.  Let’s go see who we have to suck up to…or pay off,” I smiled.  We entered the manor and were told right off that we needed to be in Vivec.

“If you want superstition and natives go see, Crassius.  I only handle the business end of things here,” Nileno Dorvayn said dismissively.   “Come see me when you want to prosper, not preach.”

“Where do I find this Crassius,” I was annoyed.

“Hlaalu Canton, Plaza,” she said shortly.  “He’s a bit eccentric, but I think you’ll find that to your advantage.  Good day, Outlander.”

“And you, Nileno.”

“Ai…another trip to Vivec,” Julan said none too pleased. “We should walk there, instead of taking the strider.  A nice walk would do us good.”  

“Let’s grab some food and made a picnic of it, shall we?  We’ll see Crassius on the morrow.” Sitting by Lake Amaya, and sipping some wine I laughed over the name Crassius.  “Gods, I wonder if that’s his real name?”

“What mother would name her son that?” Julan asked primly.

“Seems a set up for failure.  You were lucky Mashti had good taste.”

“And you Annika, you were lucky too.  Did Kat name you?”

“No, Duima, a priestess at the abbey named me.  She was into fancy names—though I never really knew her that well.  She died two years after I was born.”

“That’s terrible.”

“No, it wasn’t….she was elderly woman and had lived a full life, from what I had been told. She was a mistress of some important official then retired to the abbey.”

            “That’s pretty common, I imagine,” he said sourly.
            “Yeah, you know it’s funny,” I mused,  “all the abbeys are filled with former mistresses and whores…”
             “Not a saint among them!” he laughed.  
             “Well, I’d rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints, Jules.  The sinners are much more fun.”  
             “Anni, you’re incorrigible—I swear you’re going make a reprobate out of me yet.  But seriously, what were they like, the priests and such?”
               I paused, thinking for a moment. “Eh, most kept their distance from me.  Some of the males were kindly and father-like—well, whatever having a father means.  Some of them were sleazy and made me uncomfortable—I avoided those kind when I could.  I...I just kept my distance.  You know, I just don’t think its natural living without, well without a lover or at least companion of some sort.  The gods make us for that—I don’t think meant to be alone.  And I’m not sure to what end?  Why can’t you be godly and be loved?”
             “I never understood it either.  How could you concentrate on worship, when you wanted to grab the sexy priestess beside you?” Jules then smiled wickedly and grabbed my leg,  “Hey maybe tonight we can play the lonely priestess and lusty priest…” I smiled at this raising an eyebrow, “Now to get some cultist robe.” We laughed for some time, then holding me, he asked, “Do you think that kind of thing happed often?”
            “Oh, I know it did.  I wasn’t the only bastard there,” I said standing up, gathering the supplies. “The abbot fathered two children in the time I lived there.  You know I liked him.  He wasn’t a misery.”
            “Where their any pious ones—at all?”

“Oh yes, there were a few—the women were worst of all.  You know secretly, I think they longed for it—and were resentful they never got any.  They lorded their chastity over the rest of us. From what I was told Duima was reminded of her status often—though she was so spirited and just laughed at their taunts.  Kat really admired her, and was her servant primarily.”

"Oh, I'm not the marrying kind of man."

            “Priestesses had servants?” Julan asked incredulously.
            “You don’t think a former mistress retired in poverty, do you?” I asked laughing.  “Oh no, if a noble’s beloved mistress or favorite whore was left a pension, often she fared better than the widow.”
            “Really?”
            “Yeah…..but oh…”  My voice trailed off.  I wondered what would have happened if Anais had held out a little longer, perhaps been a bit smarter.
            “Anni,” Jules said taking my hand as we walked, “things happen for a reason.  I for one am glad you weren’t some spoiled bastard…you wouldn’t be here, I imagine.”
            “Probably married off to some minor squire or petty noble.  I’m glad too.”  For the past months I had come to life.  I was sure my life currently, even in my bastardly state, was far more interesting than being some petty courtesan or dull hausfrau.  
            “Were the other priests and priestess too awful?”
            “Some were.  Some were really twisted and felt the need for…well…some kind of sick piety.  It’s like they thought I would believe it more if they beat it into me.  I guess that’s why none of this spiritualism sticks.”  In truth wish I had felt something—anything.  It might make the mission easier if I just believed. “I guess I find it hard to worship gods who are just as flawed as I am.”
            “Oh, I think that makes it better, really.  Anni, I couldn’t worship some divine, perfected thing—it’s the imperfections.  I know Azura can be petty, but she’s blessed me with the night sky.”
            “Yeah,” or taken credit for it, I thought, though didn’t say.  “I love you, Jules.”
            “I know, Anni. I love you too—even if you are a complete heathen,” he said smiling.  “Hey, we’ve reached Pelagiad.  Want to grab Ence and stop for a drink?”
            “Love to.  I can’t wait to tell him.”
            “I figured.”  We reached his shop. I moved closely to Ence and leaned over the counter.  Whispering provocatively, I asked, “Do you carry any bridal wear?”
            “Oh, I’m not a marrying kind of man, Anni—ah, but were I was…” he said grinning at me.  “So, do we have a blushing bride here?”
            “Bride to be and her groom,” I said.
            “Oh, good luck!” Ence grabbed us both
            “Thank you…I think!” I was beaming. “You’ll be there, right?”
            “Well, if the maid of honor job wasn’t already taken…” We both laughed, Julan looked clueless.  We headed towards the Halfway tavern and sat down to the first round of drinks.  I filled Ence in on Julan becoming the Ashkhan—well, a watered down version of the story—I figured I’d tell him more when we had time to ourselves.
            “I was thinking of asking Erica—about the maid of honor.  Seriously though, I want you to be there.”
            “Oh Anni, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.  Where do you think it will be?”
            “At the Ahemmusa camp, of course,” insisted Julan. “Where else would it be?”
            “Or by the sea,” I mused.  “I just want a place where everyone can come together.”
            “No offense, Julan, but I hear your Ashlanders don’t like Imperials much,” Ence stated.
            “Well, as long as you don’t steal our lands or make off with our women, you’ll be fine.”
            “I don’t think you have anything to worry about there,” he said laughing. Ence then looked down at Julan’s drink stealthily.  “Oh, let me get you another drink, Julan.” This was our cue to get in a few words alone.
    “I think I’ll check on getting a room.”  I wanted his real opinion.  I could tell there was something on his mind.

The sun it was gold/oh the sky it was gray

“Dresla, my dear, can we get some Matze?”

“Good evening to you Ence,” the bartender said.  

“Dresla,” I asked, “do you have any beds available?”

“Oh Anni, you both could stay with me—.”

“No—you won’t be saying that as soon as you see how drunk he can get, ugh…I’ve cleaned up the mess a few times.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, not often of course, but I don’t know—I have a funny feeling about tonight.”

“Nels?”

“Yeah, let’s get those drinks and head back to table.  I don’t want to leave him alone for long.” I then turned to Dresla, “If you have a bed, I’m still interested.”

“Yes sera, its 10 gold.  Upstairs and down the hall.”

“Thank you.”

“You know Anni, I’m happy for you…”

“Yes, but...” I said raising an eyebrow. Ence hesitated.  Here it comes….

“Well, I’m curious, that’s all.  I don’t know much about Ashlander customs, but I always heard that an Ashkhan—which is what Julan is or will be—could pick anyone without ceremony.  They just tell you, you’re married and that’s it—but here’s the kicker—they also can end a marriage as easily.  Just by a word.”

“Well, in a way that’s a relief Ence, I don’t want a man who doesn’t want me, but…well, I’ll see that there’s something official in place, so don’t you worry your pretty little head about it,” I laughed, then continued, “but you know…that telling part…that’s—well, that’s odd.  Jules “told” me we were to be married.  Not really asked.  Wonder if there’s anything to it?”  

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry, Annika.  You both seem so in love.”

“I think we are—we still have some problems—“

“Well, that’s everyone, love, but you know, if you didn’t have problems, you would be deadly dull, and that would be the end of the both of you.”  

After good meal and several more rounds of drinks, the minstrel played one of my favorite songs from the mainland—The Queen and the Soldier. I often heard Kat singing the song.  I knew it was a Breton Tale of love and broken expectations—a tragedy of sorts. I closed my eyes as she sang ‘Oh the sun it was gold and the sky it was gray/ And she wanted more than she ever could say.’” As I listened to the music, I felt a pair of eyes on me.  Julan broke my meditation.

“Hey, I don’t like the way that Nels Llendo is looking at you.” Julan spat.  “Am I going to have to ask him to step outside and settle this?”

“Oh, Julan let him look,” I sighed.  “It makes no difference, really.  That was months ago…”
            “I don’t care!  If he carries on eyeing you like that, I’m going to beat him bloody, and you can tell him that.”

“Look,’ I said rolling my eyes, “I’ll go ask him what he wants, and tell him to stop.  I’ll tell him I’m as good as married.  Jules, just calm down.” I did not want thrown out of here or to cause a scene.  I wanted to drink with my friend and listen to the damned minstrel.

“I’m coming with you.”

“Ugh…Fine.”  I made my way across a crowed hall. “Nels, it’s good to see you again,” I started.

“Ai, my lady,  and you too,” he said with added flair. Mephala, he was really drunk.  “My dear, who is this savage you’re with?” Gods, Nels, shut up!

“Nels, this is my betrothed—.”

He walked up to us, putting his arm around me—stinking of greef. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather spend some time with a true gentleman?  I’m sure I could show you a few things beyond the experience of a barbarian…”

“Gods, Nels!” I pushed him off; a crowd was beginning to gather. Ence grabbed me and whispered, “Anni, don’t get into this.  Let them hash it out.  If it gets too bad, we’ll hit them both with a blunt object.”

“Really?”

“Yeah…I kind of anticipated this Anni,” he uttered. “Nels never quite got over you.”

“Ugh…I made it clear, Ence.” I turned and saw them both moving towards the door.   A crowd moved behind them.  A part of me was hoping a guard would break it up before the fight happened, another was hoping that Nels would learn a lesson in manners, so I would no longer dread my trips to the Halfway Tavern.  I was tired of the stares and looks of longing. I had ended it with him.  There were no ambiguities.

“Right, fetcher,” Julan screamed, “you and me, outside—now!”

“Stop this!” I shrieked—I figured I should at least make an attempt at stopping the brawl.  Julan would kill him in an instant.

"Shut up and fight!"

            “A duel?” Nels, reached for the hilt of his sword as they headed outside. “How amusing—very well, I accept—although you clearly don’t know who you’re dealing with!  I am the famed highway man,” he said nearly tripping over the chair.  Shenogorath, they were both drunk, maybe they’d both miss the mark and fall flat on their faces.  Good.  “A lady’s honor is at stake,” he hiccupped.  “Nels Llendo is compelled to act!  En garde!”
            “Shut up and fight!” yelled Julan.

Both pulled their swords, but Julan was much quicker—probably less drunk—though not by much.  He slashed the side of Nels’s coat, slightly cutting his arm.  Julan then pushed him down in the mud.  I saw that chilling smile move across his face.  

“All right!” Nels gasped. “I yield! Call that brute off me before he spills my blood all over my best shirt.”  Nels got up and spat mud in Julan’s direction. Julan lunged toward Nels.

“Stop it, Jules, the fight’s over!”  Julan landed a punch to his face—something I think he wanted to do from their first meeting—then stopped. Julan then clenched his fist and spoke in a graveled voice.

“Fetcher!  Leave my wife alone!  Don’t look at her, don’t think about her!” he slammed back into the tavern heading up to our room.

“Wife?” Ence asked, “I thought you two were only betrothed?”

I nodded.  “I’m not going to ask him about it tonight.”

“You better get going Anni. Give him my best.”  I large crowd had gathered outside the bar and several soldiers were walking in our direction.  

“I will.” I gathered Julan and drug him up the stairs to our room, with a tavern full of angry women boring holes in my back.  Julan was sprawled on the bed, groaning.

“Ai…I’ve made a fool of myself in front of all these people—gods, you better be worth it.”

“I’m assuming that’s the Matze talking,” I fumed.

“I don’t have the energy to fight.  Not tonight.”

“Then scoot over, this bed’s big enough for two.”