by channe » Sun Sep 03, 2006 3:21 pm
The uproar outside the barrister's new building -- ten houses down, just by the corner -- causes him to shrug on a coat and emerge onto the street, flanked by Rosamaria Rameriz in crimson and black. He is close enough to view the hanging man while the Militia do their unclean work; and the gathered crowd is stunned enough to allow him to pass.
Utter silence reigns. In the torchlight, Coriolanus Helstone looks down at the murdered man; his eyes are terrible, suffused with a thousand secrets. He kneels, then -- kneels, on both knees in the middle of the dirty, scum-stained road, removes a glove, and traces the One God's sigil on the murdered man's forehead, over the blood, over the letters carved into his skull.
And then he rises.
There are quite a few people, now, all whispering, all willing cogs in the rumor mill --
"I have seen the halls of the Underdark," he says, his voice choked with -- with something; a man does not show his emotion, does he? "After kidnapping me and my guard, the drow Audmathus asked me to write the letter naming those people as traitors; he asked me, you see, to sign the words naming your brothers and sisters, your defenders and friends, as enemies of Myrken Wood, else see my guard, Rosamaria, executed -- one inch at a time. I --" he pauses, obviously overwrought -- "could not do that. The murderer of this man says I was weak; well. I was weak. I could not see her innocent blood sacrificed on the altar of such defilement, so I signed the words written by Audmathus. Could you have done any different, with such open hearts as yours? I am sorry for causing so much pain with my signature -- it is something I have said innumerable times before -- but I am not sorry for -- for feeling how I do about Myrken Wood, for if any of you were in Rosamaria's place I would have done the same. If that is weakness, well, then, let me be so."
He straightens, then, and starts to look around -- perhaps a few of them will whisper later -- he looked straight at me, I saw him looking straight at me --
"I came to Myrken Wood to make some money. I stay because --" he chuckles, coldly, terribly -- "you have made me love this place. It is personal. Rosa has plunged a sword into the drow king's stomach; I have seen his guts on the floor. I will hunt down the murderer of this man; and we will hunt down Audmathus and his bitch and we shall show them just how strong we are."
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He whispers orders to Rosamaria on the quick walk home -- no, they are stalking those paces, their footsteps vengeance-starved.
Find Elil. She killed him before. She can do it again. I want to know how.
I want the madman who tried to kill me before found and brought to me. Use the Brotherhood if you need to.
We will need a lure.
I do not intend for you and I to die here.