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Date Posted: 12:01:32 11/21/03 Fri
Author: Lord Dormair ap Scathach
Subject: Oh What A Tangled Web We Weave(NJ)

Dormair stepped heavily down the halls of Surion Freehold, brooding in a manner that let others know not to come near. And that suited the County Seer fine, he had little time for small talk when there weren't a hundred pressures weighing on him, let alone those of today. The public's fear of him only gave him more time to think.

Damn Fen. The Baron had been too keen, and Dormair had known long before his liege sent for him that Fen was not going to lie quiet and let things take their course. Once again, the Seer's allegiances were tangled. Once again, Baron Fen Kirand's allegiances were obscured.

It was well known within the university at Cade that amongst those with Sight, there were things, people, objects and events that were unreachable to individual magi. The best Seer had his one weakness, something he could never look in on. Dormair had determined long before he swore fealty to the great magician that Fen could not look in on his own vassals, and it had been the only conditions under which he would have sworn to anyone but Cedoline.

And his beloved Countess was trouble enough on his mind at the moment, his oath to her snaring him between matters of loyal heart, and loyal body. He had to answer the Baron's call. He had to bring the Baron enough information to satisfy, but not enough to reveal how much Dormair himself was aware. It was not necessarily that Dormair did not trust his Lord, but that he was unsure, and wanted to leave it up to Cedoline to decide. If she was even able.

The kiss he'd given her before her departure haunted him, broke his concentration when it was most important to think. It had been an impulse, one he still was not sure how to quantify. He knew very well Cedoline's feelings, knew her mind and heart more intimately than his own. And perhaps that was the very problem. Whether hearts could change, or turn away from the things that could not feed them, he did not know.

And so he walked with purpose to the Baron's Great Hall, and nearly tossed the scroll onto the table in front of his Lord.

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