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Спасибо!
Дельвардус
Отдельное спасибо за отстрел ляпов. Чего-то у меня глаз замыливается.
Как лично, так и как политическая фигура - здесь речь идёт о Марианне, о том, что она бы сделала.
Ну, пусть будет, хотя как по мне сомнительно. Марианна лично и политически несколько унитарна.
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Author's Note: Well, here it is… I'm pretty sure this is the point where people are going to get pissed by what Louise is about to do…
In other new, why yes, tht is a Chibi-Morgiana as my avatar.
Halkegenia Online v2.0 - Chapter 12 - Part 6
The Fall of Louise Valliere started with words.
Kirche had told Louise an insane thing. That she'd summoned the Fae of ALfheim. That the World Tree was her familiar or something so tightly tied to it that it made no difference. The way the Faeries talked about it, it sounded like she'd summoned a Spirit, or maybe even a god, and the Fae had been caught up with it like passengers on a vessel in a storm.
Impossible. Louise knew it for a fact, knew that no mage could have brought forth such an impossible thing. Contemplating sacrilege, she doubted that even the Founder could have done it.
So why was it that everyone seemed to agree with Kirche? Mother, Father, Henrietta, the Fae. KoKo…
Louise bit her lip so hard, she was surprised when she drew blood. Eyes widened for a moment and then drooped back down again as she sucked at the bite, tasting her own coppery blood.
After KoKo had been… taken away, after she'd finally driven off the wretched Zerbst, it hadn't been long at all before her mother and father had arrived. They hadn't been at all pleased to hear how she had learned of what had happened.
She'd asked them, begged them as desperately as KoKo had begged her, to tell her that it wasn't true. She didn't care that her mother would chastise her for being weak, if she'd just tell Louise that it was all a misunderstanding and that things could go back to normal now. But her mother hadn't chastised her, instead, she had sat down and gently stroked Louise's hair, all the while telling her that everything was true.
Her mother had said that there had been suspicions immediately after the Transition, Kirche and Tabitha had been the first to notice and brought it to the Headmaster's attention. From there, he had assigned her fellow students to keep watch over her, all the while surreptitiously observing for himself. That had been the reason for her special treatment, why the old Headmaster's interest in her progress reports had seemed so strong.
Nothing had come of it at first, nothing overtly suspicious. So when Louise had finally begun to make progress, it had seemed natural to simply let things continue. No one had thought much of it in the last few weeks, not with all that had been going on. Not until that fateful night.
She'd thought it was KoKo who had killed the mages, that the Cait had fought as fiercely as Louise remembered. But it hadn't been KoKo who had finished them off. The Mage Knights who had arrived on the scene had sworn that the one who had stopped them, had killed them, had been Louise herself, using Faerie magic.
She'd cried then, pressing herself into her mother's arms, barely feeling the crushing pressure as her mother hugged back. It couldn't be true, it couldn't!
To succeed, to summon something so incredible, Louise would have wept with joy just months ago, consumed with vindication at her achievement. Now it was the very cruelest joke she could imagine. The pride she would have felt only months before, was tarnished with the merest thought of what she'd done. She didn't care about the World Tree or whatever clergy the Faeries kept going on about. She cared about the people she had met, the Faeries. She'd brought the Fae here, torn over sixty thousand people from their families and lives, imprisoned them in inhuman bodies.
She'd been trying so hard for her own salvation that she'd damned so many others. But it went deeper than that. Hundreds of people had died because of the Transition, attacked by mobs or native wildlife that had been displaced. Property had been destroyed. Livelihoods had been ruined. The ones who had appeared in Albion. And for every Fae that she'd wronged, there were no doubt six or seven nobles and dozens of commoners to whom she had done the same.
"I'm sorry." Louise had struggled to scream into her mother's chest. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry!"
They hadn't wanted her to discover the truth, not like this. That was why mother and father had decided to wait. They'd said they'd wanted to give her time to recover and to acclimate to how things were going to be from now on. Mother had kept telling her that things would be alright, that her mistakes had not been her fault, that the family would ensure that nothing would happen to her.
But Louise didn't want that. Given the chance, she would have happily stood up on a pedestal, to accept whatever punishment was wished on her by those she'd wronged and injured. She'd have endured anything if KoKo would just forgive her… But that wasn't going to happen, not any more.
One day had become two, three, and still she hadn't heard anything about the Cait's condition. Despite having heard everything, Doctor Shouichi had remained as kind as ever when she'd asked what had happened. He'd told her that KoKo had recovered enough to travel on the previous day, and had asked to be sent back to Arrun immediately.
Louise had been stunned. While she knew that she didn't deserve a second thought from KoKo, had never deserved that, she'd somehow convinced herself that KoKo would at least let her know she was leaving, if only by telling Doctor Shouichi or one of the other healers.
Kirche was gone now too, sent someplace in the Capital, but kept under constant watch and forbidden to make contact with Louise after her outburst. Louise wasn't sure if she should be thankful or not. Kirche had been the bearer of bad news, but Louise had been the one who'd forced it on her. Maybe if it had been revealed more gently, maybe things wouldn't have gone the way they had. Maybe, she'd had a lot of time to think.
She'd been left alone, mostly, for the last few days. There was always a guard at her bedside, and mother and father had visited regularly. Henrietta had been in every day along with two of the Fae, Asuna and her daughter Yui, the little Pixie girl she'd met what seemed like forever ago. They'd all been much kinder to her than she'd deserved, wishing her well, Lady Asuna even bringing some sort of fluffy cake that she'd made that morning.
Yui had stayed by her bedside for quite a while each time, chattering happily like all children did, asking Louise how she was feeling and if she could bring anything for her to do. She'd been very interested in getting Louise to talk, even if just a little at first. She'd wanted to have a whole conversation, but Louise hadn't felt ready for that just yet. Where other children might have whined or pestered, Yui had been happy to acquiesce, simply allowing the conversation to become one sided as she happily went off on tangents about any number of things.
Laying back and listening, it had been the closest thing to 'good' that Louise had felt since before the Gala.
But for that one ray of sunshine, there was a whole sky of leaden clouds. The Church representatives had returned to Tristania, and at Cardinal Mazarin's advice, Louise's involvement in the summoning of the Fae had not been kept from them. They'd arrived swiftly after that, Father Julio of the Romalian Holy Knights in the company of Cardinal Mazarin and Bishop Rubeis now here to see her personally.
Louise's heart had filled with dread at the mention of the Church. The Romalian inquisition was legendary for its efficiency, and for its brutality. But Louise didn't fear, didn't care, so much for herself as for her family. If she was cast out by the Church, how would that reflect on her mother and father?! Her sisters? Would they start to view the whole family with suspicion? Would they make what had happened public knowledge?!
So it had not been without some fear that she'd cringed away when the door was opened by Father Julio, the blonde youth being followed by Cardinal Mazarin and the elderly Bishop Rubeis. Her first wave of fear, however, had faded into resignation as she was met by three pairs of deeply concerned eyes. Mother had protested, loudly, but she'd been asked to remain outside for the proceedings. This meeting was to be between Louise and the Church alone.
"Cardinal Mazarin, Bishop Rubeis, Father Julio." Louise had nodded to each in turn, speaking with all of the respect she could muster for the three churchmen, summoning all that she had ever learned as a Valliere. Her life, and possibly her family's now depended on showing proper decorum and propriety. Odd that mother hadn't been the one to remind her of that.
"A pleasure to be in your company, Miss Valliere." Bishop Rubeis gave small half bow and was seated.
Father Julio nodded slightly as he stood behind the Bishop. "Were that it were under better circumstances, Miss Louise."
"Miss Valliere." Cardinal Mazarin had murmured, giving a small nod of assent. "You know, of course, why we're here."
Louise had laced her fingers in her lap, nodding exactly once. What happened to her wasn't important, not any more. But she had to protect her family. Better that she alone suffer. "I suppose… it's to decide whether or not I'm a heretic."
The holy men hadn't expected her to deliver such a candid reply. All three visibly winced. Strangely, it was the youngest of the three who spoke first, startlingly out of turn for a priest of low seniority within the clergy. "You're not entirely wrong, Miss Louise." He smiled sadly. "You've achieved the unthinkable, I fear. You've accomplished something for which the Church has no precedent in its six thousand years."
"You must understand it took us quite some time to fully grasp what we were being told." Bishop Rubeis added. "If Mazarin himself hadn't vouched for it, I still wouldn't believe such a fantastic tale."
Truly, he would use the word fantastic to describe this? Louise thought. Was he perhaps becoming addled in his old age? But he was a Prince of the Church, and thus the highest authority that could judge here in Tristain. Until if and when the Holy Father made his judgment.
The blond priest shook his head ruefully. "This news comes at a very difficult time, I fear. Many in the College of Cardinals have been questioning the wisdom of the Pope's decision to provide amnesty to the Fae."
Small nods from Cardinal Mazarin and Bishop Rubeis. It caused Louise to grow alarmed. She'd hardly been paying much mind to the Church in recent months, when its concerns had seemed so far off, but now its rulings seemed the most important thing in the world.
"But until now he has been able to keep the worst of the accusations at bay. It behooves us to learn quickly what your connection to the Faeries of ALfheim might be, before elements within the Church can use this…" the young priest stopped as if looking for the words "… let us say unfortunate connection against us."
"Then, the Faeries?" Louise questioned quickly. Were they going to be placed in more danger because of her?! If Louise herself was declared a heretic for what she had done, for defiling holy magic, what would happen to the Fae who would be said to be the result?
All three men looked back and forth to one another, conferring silently. This time, it was Bishop Rubeis who spoke. The normally spry old man was showing his years today, in the way that his skin sagged and his eyes drooped beneath white lashes. Like Julio, he wore a kind smile, as if trying to comfort her as he delivered his ill news.
"It could cost them some of the privilege and good faith they've enjoyed from the Church." The old bishop admitted. "Much worse depending on if they are found to have had a hand in leading you astray. I shouldn't need to tell you that Tristain has its own opposition to the Fae, looking for any chance to level punitive charges." The unspoken threat of political damage, maybe even expulsion from the Country.
"But… the Faeries haven't done anything!" Louise raised her voice, feeling it break, it was louder than she'd been in days. Rubbing at her throat she repeated. "They haven't done anything. I've never even tried to perform a Faerie spell." All the times she'd watched KoKo using Utility spells, the chants had sounded pretty sometimes, but she'd never thought to try them.
"Could you?" The question coming from Julio, the young priest looked genuinely intrigued.
"Pardon?" Louise shook her head, confused.
"Could you attempt to use a Faerie spell?" Julio asked again. "We asked for the Fae to furnish us with a simple light cantrip." Julio reached into his pocket, fishing out a small scrap of paper. "They were happy to oblige for the sake of this test. It is apparently the simplest of simple spells. Even a novice Fae can easily perform it. I watched one of the Sylph healers here manage with hardly any trouble at all."
The note was handed to Louise, bearing hastily scrawled handwriting, the phonetic pronunciation for the spell. "Whatever would I try this for?"
As she looked back to Julio he smiled encouragingly. "Think of it as a test of sorts." Julio provided, brushing back a loose strand of hair, he looked to not have bothered to change from his riding clothes, as if he had come here as soon as he'd returned. "I've heard that you were able to cast magic when you were attacked using only your two hands. But I've gathered that you don't remember how that was done. If your magic is tied to the Fae now, then perhaps it will respond to Fae chants."
Louise looked to Mazarin and then Bishop Rubeis, both men nodded solemnly. If the Church was asking for a demonstration, then mother would have to agree to allow Louise to try. But…" This won't… won't be a problem, will it?" She asked carefully. "What if it doesn't work… or what if it does?"
"Rest assured Miss Louise," Julio waved a hand to dismiss her fears, "Whether or not you can use Fae magic is not the essential question. Rather it is what the exact nature of this link would be. We simply wish to witness if for ourselves for now. To confirm what we've heard from other sources before I depart to make my report to the Holy Father."
Chewing on her lip, Louise guessed that was okay. If that was all it was. And even if it wasn't, she didn't really have a choice. Taking in a long, low breath, she recited the pronunciation in her mind. It was difficult, but not any worse than reading Germanian. When she was ready, Julio gestured for her to give it a try.
"Glaoigh fóntais seal…" The words came one after another, gibberish that meant nothing to Louise and which elicited no sign of the telltale runes and glow of Fae magic.. "… fho-aicme solas draíochta céad candela." She couldn't have been less surprised by the result. Nothing, not one flicker of light.
The Church men, all of whom had been leaning back in their chairs, now leaned forward, seemingly disappointed. "Well, it was worth a try." Bishop Rubei admitted.
"Ah, my apologies." Father Julio nodded to the two elder men and then to Louise. "Miss Louise, could you perhaps hold out your hand?"
"My hand?"
"This spell projects from the hand, and gesture is apparently inseparable from its proper use." Julio explained. "I suppose it would be like manipulating a spell with your wand."
With a wand. Louise had thought, but reluctantly, she'd complied. "Like this?" She asked, stretching her right arm out straight, fingers splayed.
"Just so." Julio agreed.
Then, Louise began again. "Glaōigh…" And almost immediately stopped as a single Faerie spell rune appeared just below the elbow and began to circle her arm like a light bug buzzing all about a lantern. She shivered to see it, the proof of everything people had told her.
The sight had drawn the Bishop and Cardinal Mazarin in closer as well, both men making a careful examination, looking up when the unfinished spell faded away. "A problem, Miss Valliere?" Rubeis asked.
Louise lowered her arm, dispelling the rune as she shook her head. "No - no… I mean…"
"Please, go on." Julio urged. "The more we learn now, the more favorably we can make your case if this is brought before the College of Cardinals."
Another brave nod, Louise raising her hand again. She chanted the spell to completion. "Glaōigh fóntais seàl…" There was a tugging at the back of her mind, a faint tingle built within her chest, spreading to her shoulder, and then to her elbow as the lighted Runes formed one after another around the axis of her forearm. Louise couldn't help but watch with wonder, but at the same time, dread. "… fho-aicme solas… " the tingling sensation ran down to the palm of her hand, and then stopped, pooled, building there as she brought the chant to completion. "… draíochta céad candela."
This time, Louise gasped as a fistful of light appeared in the air before her outstretched palm, dazzling when compared to the late afternoon light spilling through the window. Mazarin and Rubeis shared a few softly spoken words while Julio merely narrowed his red and blue eyes. Louise didn't notice either, as guilty as it made her feel, she was too busy marveling at the strange sensation. It felt for the first time… right like she was doing it the right way. No resistance but a faint, slowly building fatigue at the back of her mind as she fed a trickle of her willpower to the light, just like she would any normal spell. Except, this one had worked!
And then she realized. Of course it had worked, because it was a Fae spell, and somehow, she'd stolen Faerie magic. This didn't belong to her. She had no right to use it. She squeezed her eyes shut, balling her fist, the light went out, the runes vanishing from around her arm. She took a breath. "Was that enough?" She asked, perhaps too quickly.
"It was a… a respectable demonstration." Bishop Rubeis said tactfully. "We'd like to ask you to do it again when we might have some of the Fae and Academia watch as well if that would be alright."
"Oh." Louise looked down at her palm, still not quite believing what she had done. A tiny little bit of herself, an insignificant portion, wondered guiltily if she could remember some of the other spells she'd heard KoKo use. "I suppose so. It won't be a problem."
"Good." Rubeis nodded his head slowly. "Very Good. Then, Miss Valliere, we do have some other questions if you don't mind…"
So many other questions. There had been ones about her studies and her childhood. About her hobbies, interests, her diet, even her personal reading selection. And of course, many, many questions about the summoning ritual. Even now she could remember every word. Every line, chant, and hymn. By the time they were finished, the sun long since set, Louise had thought she'd lose her mind before they were through.
"Is that it then?" Louise had asked as Bishop Rubeis rose from his seat.
The Bishop frowned, though he looked like he wanted to be more reassuring. "For now I do believe, yes. We will have to have a report made and sent to Romalia. And of course we will be watching the Academia's work with you with great interest in the coming weeks and months."
Louise nodded absently. That was her only salvation in all of this. Now that they knew the Transition was her fault, maybe they could learn more by studying her. But… she didn't give it much hope. Talking with KoKo, she'd learned a lot about the Fae, and about their homeland, and just how completely without magic they were.
There were lots of smart Faeries, but they were learning their magic from the ground up without a great and wise man like the Founder to guide them. It might be years before they could find a solution, and those were years the Fae might not have if they got in trouble because of her. Which meant that the problem would become the responsibility of the Academia. And… Louise bit her lip. Eleanor didn't think very highly of the work they did, or the work they had her doing right now. Some of the best minds in the Kingdom sent to squander their talents, she'd said, too closed-minded to ever take a look at Faerie Magic.
As much as she wanted to think better of it, it didn't look hopeful.
"Cardinal Mazarin." Louise asked.
The old Regent stopped by the door, looking back to her with more than a little worry. "Yes, Miss Valliere?"
"What do you think will happen to me?" She asked. "Now, or… later?"
The Cardinal's mouth hung open, a rare thing indeed to see from a man who was known for his silver tongue. "I cannot rightly say Miss Valliere. As has been said, this is an unprecedented happening, and…" He took a breath, looking down at her with old, gray eyes. "Father Julio is correct that the Church is a fickle thing, the Holy Father's casual acceptance of the Fae has raised many questions."
"But he's the Pope!" Louise almost shouted. "He's the King of the Church, isn't he?"
"All kings have their limits, Louise." Mazarin smiled sadly. "The Holy Father's power is nearly limitless, but even he doesn't govern alone, even he needs to pick his battles, and he has always more often chosen to appease rather than confront. If he is forced to take a hard line, then you may truly be branded a heretic and excommunicated before too long."
Louise shivered at the thought. Excommunication, a spiritual death, usually followed soon after by a very physical one. And to have her name tied to her family if that were to happen… unthinkable. Mother and Father had enough trouble looking after Cattleya and Eleanor, Louise couldn't imagine letting her sisters suffer. It left her with only one possible recourse. Even if she could protect her family.
"Then, Cardinal Mazarin, I have a request. If it isn't too selfish."
"Oh?" The Cardinal placed hand on the door handle, keeping the door firmly shut.
"Something I don't want mother or father to hear. Can you consider this a personal request from a friend of the Princess?"
"I believe so." Mazarin whispered, light glinting in his eyes. Louise realized that he knew what she was going to ask for.
"If the Church sends down the order for an excommunication. You'll be the first person to know. If that happens, I'd ask you strip me of my family name and title, and all of the protections that they imply."
It was a power reserved by the Crown, usually used to punish criminals without allowing the social stigma to extend to their influential families. Even then, it was rarely used, the power could theoretically be used on anyone, and the nobility would scream like banshees if reminded that their privileges could be so easily taken.
It would erase the person of Louise Francois le Blanc de La Valliere in the eyes of the Crown, her every prior dealing and contract that could tie her to the Vallieres or anyone else would be revoked. She would be a non-person, no longer protected under the law. The decision was immutable. That way, mother and father wouldn't have to make the choice in throwing her out, and Cattleya and Eleanor wouldn't have to fight with them over it. Her family would be safe.
Mazarin hesitated, for a moment, indecision as he mulled over her request. "You ask a great deal of me, Louise. Your mother and father would never forgive…"
"They'd never forgive you." Louise nodded quickly. "I know. I know that. And they'll never forgive me either." She added, but that was hardly important now. "But if I don't, then I know they'll never forgive themselves… so please… If anyone can find a way to have it done…"
"It will be held in consideration." Mazarin supplied quietly, turning to the door, he stopped long enough to look over his shoulder. "But I'll promise a young Valliere upstart nothing, save that this won't reach her mother's ears."
If Louise hadn't already been reclined in bed she might well have collapsed. But at least he had given her something. Even if the worst happened, she would be able to isolate her family, just a little, from what she'd done. Who knew… depending how bad things got, it might be the small difference that let mother and father hang on.
"Thank you." She whispered under her breath. Even if the Cardinal never heard it. If he would do this for her, it would be enough.
Rubeis had left after Mazarin to confer with her mother waiting outside. Mother would likely be eager to hear the appraisal. In the meantime, that Left Louise with Father Julio, the young priest coming to take a seat at her bedside.
"I really wish we could have met again under better circumstances Louise." Julio said with a strange note of sincerity. "And I wish you could have been spared this suffering." He looked down at his own gloved hands, deftly folding the small scrap of paper upon which he'd written the Faerie spell. "I've had the chance to meet many of the Fae-folk in my travels these past weeks. I understand the guilt you must be feeling. You feel like you've taken good people and added hardship to their lives."
He stopped his folding, looking down at his work with a smile. It was enough to make Louise curious enough to look. The paper had become a bird of sorts, all sharp angles and folds. "You know, a little Faerie girl showed me how to make this when I visited Cadenza. They say if someone makes a thousand of them their wish will be granted." He lifted the tiny paper bird up so that Louise could see. "She was… well, I guess I don't have to tell you what she plans on wishing for."
Louise turned away. "What else would you call it?"
"Adding hardship to your own life for one." Julio offered, a small smirk gracing his lips. "God does not expect any man or woman to be perfect. And everyone is deserving of forgiveness, Louise. I took the liberty of asking about your character before I got here."
"Oh." Louise said dully.
Julio didn't notice, still smiling. "Your difficulty with magic aside, everyone appears to hold you in the highest regard as an honorable and kind young woman, so I have no doubt that you'll be able to grant that little girl's wish. Though I fear it may be a difficult journey as things are now. The Fae are only beginning to delve the depths of their Magic and no doubt have few with the talents to become true Maestros. And the Academia, while a superb institution, can't even begin to measure up to the resources available to the Church. Resources that even the Pope cannot grant to one in danger of being declared a heretic."
For the first time, Julio stopped, uncertainty passed behind his eyes, and perhaps… fear? Louise wondered at the strange glint of his gaze. But before she could tell for certain, it was gone again.
Julio reached out, presenting the paper bird to Louise, almost as if a gift. Louise didn't know what else to do but to take it, fingers playing over the surface as she held it up to her good eye, frowning as she noticed something small and silver protruding from its neck. "But, that's beside the point. If you're anything like I think you are, I know you'll make the decision you feel is right, Miss Louise."
He'd gotten up to stand, turning to the door now, he stopped again at the doorway and smiled back over his shoulder. "I would normally never do something like this. But the time are dire Louise, even more than you can possible know." The smile slowly faded, sagging, growing hollow and haunted. "The offer stands until you are asked to answer. I am really sorry about this but I can only give you one chance to decide. The Holy Father grants me wide discretion in my missions, but if I ever overstep those bounds it will be I who must accept the punishment."
Louise blinked rapidly a few times and then looked back down, plucking the thin silver cylinder from its place in the neck of the paper bird. She looked up quickly, Julio was gone, the door had been shut, but Louise could hear voices on the other side.
Reaching down, she pinched at the wax, peeling it free and retrieving the gossamer-thin strip within. She had only moments to scan the contents, the paper already yellowing and decaying in her hands, exposure to air had started its rapid decay, at the same time reacting with a chemical mixture on the inside of the cylinder causing it too to rapidly dissolve into dust until all that was left was a little bit of candle wax and a few black marks on her blanket.
Louise wiped away the remains fearfully, less like they were bits of paper and metal and more like marks of passion left in clear view if her mother cared to investigate. She swallowed as she reread the letter in her mind. Short, but its meaning had been clear enough. He couldn't… couldn't be suggesting that… could he? But the situation was bad. The Bishop said she was at risk of excommunication… and if what he'd said about the Church was also true…
There was no one with greater knowledge of magic than the Romalian Church. They practically stockpiled ancient tomes on the subject. Libraries with tens of thousands of magic books. Some of them truly magic by means of enchantments. And who knew how many ancient, fabulous artifacts.
More importantly. Could he really offer that? Most likely he could. He was after all a representative of the Holy Father's will. And as Mazarin had said, the Pope's power was nearly limitless, when it suited him.
She told herself that she'd sleep on it. There was no point until this promised time of decision arrived. But by the next morning it already seemed like a dream. Without any evidence to the contrary, she wasn't sure it hadn't been anything more than a desperate hallucination. And maybe that was the way Julio had wanted it. Perhaps he even hoped she'd forget, he'd looked afraid at that moment, and she didn't know why. But there had been little time to spare thinking about it the next morning.
Once it had been decided that Louise would return home, arrangements had proceeded swiftly. Barely had Louise been permitted to leave her bed when she found herself being made ready for the journey north, back to the Valliere estate near the Germanian border. She'd hadn't paid it much mind as the Palace servants helped her to dress for the trip.
On the outside, Louise betrayed nothing, her face like a porcelain mask. She barely spoke other than to give a small nod of affirmative, a shake of the head negative, and the occasional thanks. Enough to show that she was still alive, and to some extent aware of what was happening around her but offering no hint of what was going on inside her head, which was mostly nothing. She carefully enforced a state of non-thought as she packed, and made ready, saying her goodbyes to Henrietta and to Botan, who was still at the Palace awaiting the interrogation of Terrance de'Martou, once they dug him out of whatever hole he'd gone to ground in.
The Pixie girl didn't seem to know why Louise was leaving, only that she was being sent home to convalesce, which meant it had been kept from her too. Although, for a moment, Louise thought she saw Botan's eyes narrow suspiciously. Then, with a small shake of the head, her smile returned as she flitted up to kiss Louise tenderly on the forehead.
"Thank you for everything, Louise-chan." Botan said as she drifted back. "I know we didn't get to go all the way together. But I'm sure I'll find them now thanks to you. It's been a true honor for this Younger Sister to have your help, Elder Sister."
Hearing those words, Louise stopped for a moment, mulling over her answer. Did she dare? Trying not to cry. "This Elder Sister just wishes she could have helped more."
She'd turned away from Botan and on to the next, stranger still. Tabitha, who had come only now, having never visited her while bedridden. Louise couldn't fathom why she'd wait to show herself until now. That was, until she spoke.
"She wants to say sorry." Tabitha said softly as Louise confronted her. The smaller girl scrunched her brow. "But she doesn't… know how. So… let me say it for her." Dipping her head. "I'm sorry for everything, Louise."
Louise shook her head again, resigned. Just what did she say to something so simple? Eying Tabitha. She'd been so wrapped up in herself these past days, this might be her only chance to set things right with them, if only a little. "You have nothing to be sorry for, Tabitha, and Kirche… Please tell her that… yell her that we both said hurtful things that I know neither of us meant. And…" She suddenly choked. It came as a shock that she would feel anything at all for Kirche, especially now when she'd been the bearer of the very worst news. In it for herself all along and… and… "Tell her thanks for everything. We had a lot of fun together."
That just left Mother, waiting beside the carriage that would take them to Champ de Mars. No simple carriage ride or even flight by dragon or manticore to get home. Mother and father weren't taking any chances with her. They'd called in favors. Today, Louise and her guards would be traveling aboard a Navy Post Ship, the CS Tames that would be heading out on patrol along the Germanian border. Arrangements had been made to drop them off at a town on the edge of the Valliere estate.
Seeing the ship, laying in its launching cradle like a bird of prey readying for flight, they'd been met at the gangway by the guards that would be traveling with them. There weren't many of them, but they were all considered skilled and highly trustworthy people, selected to keep a secret and to protect Louise from any threat.
Two, Louise was informed, were the Manticore Knights that had rescued her and KoKo. Both men had taken off their hats, bowing deeply as they were introduced.
The next two had been Mister Kirito and Miss Asuna, Fae who were both close friends of the Crown and who had volunteered to escort Louise home before returning to Arrun. They were accompanied by their daughter Yui, the little navigation pixie, currently in her human guise, seemingly eager to ride up on an airship. It had made Louise smile to see such youthful exuberance.
And last, she'd been surprised to experience one more reunion today after so many farewells. "Mister Klein." Louise had really tried to smile for the Salamander scruffy as ever as he scratched at his scraggly facial hair.
"Oy, long time no see, Louise-chan!" Klein laughed, but his smile was a little too forced, and the way that he looked at her, he'd been told about everything, she could tell. But he wasn't going to let her see it if he could help himself.
'Big jerk.' She thought. "It's good to see you again. And you too, Miss Leafa." She turned to the last guard, sent by Lady Sakuya of the Sylphs.
"And… I-its good to see you to, Louise-chan." Leafa smiled brightly, just like Klein, trying to keep her spirits up. At least the Sylph had finally gotten something sensible to wear.
Why did she have to hurt such undeserving people? Louise wondered about that. If she was going to make someone miserable, why couldn't it have been someone horrible? It stewed at the back of her mind as she was taken aboard the ship and led to the cabin where it was expected she would spend most of the journey.
It had taken a while for the ship to finish preparations, they hadn't actually gotten underway until later into noon, and by then, Louise's bedridden state was catching up to her again, laying down on a narrow cot and trying to get some sleep. At some point she must have drifted off, because when she opened her eyes again, it was dark, they were under way, and nobody else was in the small cabin.
But there was noise, a sharp rattling as something tapped as if at a pane of glass. It had woken her up, and now, Louise looked for the source until her eyes fell on something sitting on the far the side of the cabin window.
Blinking sleep from her eye, she looked about. Lantern light was visible on the far side of the door, and by it, she could see the moving shadows of two of her guards. Rising from bed, she hurried quickly to the window, undoing the latch and pulling it open against the force of the wind outside. The lone shape hopped in, fluttering once to settle on her cot. It was a white owl, tilting its head as it looked up at her.
Louise blinked rapidly as she tried to comprehend this. Why would a messenger owl be here, of all places? Had someone let it loose to hunt? Had it gotten lost?
Then she saw something glint silver in the moonlight as it presented a strap on its leg, and she remembered the note from the day before. Casting a furtive glance to the door, she saw still no sign of her guards coming in. Reaching a hand to her chest, she stilled her heart before plucking the letter from its cylinder, reading quickly by the moonlight before it could be eaten away.
It was easy to grasp, as this time, unlike the first, this message wasn't very long.
'God asks you to take a leap of faith.'
From that day forward, when things were at their darkest, Louise would remember, gazing back on her foolishness. Her fall had started with words.
Отредактировано Paganell 8-) (01-07-2022 16:35:16)