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Date Posted: 20:29:57 05/28/02 Tue
Aragorn raced through the corridors that led to the servants quarters. He had never been this far below the palace floors before. In the back of his mind the voice nagged that he was lost but Aragorn ran on, following the smells of the kitchen.
The corridor opened onto a large wooden door, behind it he could hear the sounds of a woman's voice raised in anger. He stopped to compose himself before pushing into the room. Namün sat in a corner her back towards the enterance, blood staining her shirt: he felt his anger rise and pushed it back down.
An older woman moved towards him. "Sire you honour us with your presence" she simpered, curtsying obsequeciously. He stood impassivly, his face regal for a time until she became uncomfortable. "Does your visit here have a specific purpose your majesty?"
"Indeed it does."
"And what might that be?"
"It has been brought to my attention that you have taken it upon yourself to distribute thrashings amoung the serving girls." Out of the corner of his eye he saw Namün start to rise to her feet but he shock his head almost inperceptably. This woman must be delt with in the only way she would understand.
"Not taken it upon myself, my lord. When I was hired the Lady Eowyn made it clear that I was to handle all areas of life below stairs, including whatever disiplining I believed to be necessery."
"And you believe beating young girls within an inch of their lives to be necessery?"
"In certain cases."
The woman was sweating now and well she might.
"Know that if it were not for your past services to the crown I would be stripping you of your position here. As it is you shall be fined 3 gold coins..."
"3 in gold for that whore?"
"I suggest you hold your tongue if you do not wish it to be removed from your mouth," he said, his tone icy. "3 coins will be payed to the crown. I shall then distribute them amoung the servants as I see fit. Furthermore if I ever hear of another servant under your command who has been whipped you will find yourself unemployed. Do I make myself clear?"
"Crystal clear, your majesty."
"Excellent. Now if you don't mind may I request that all the servants who have suffered beatings have the rest of the day off?"
"Your majesty's wish shall of course be obeyed."
"Thankyou. I hope I shall never have to speak of this again."
He swung out of the room, fuming. Suddenley the prospect of a long night's sleep in his room seemed incredibly attractive. The day had been long.
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