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A forbidden love. An impossible quest. The accusation of witchcraft. Can love survive?

 

Last week you were introduced to Lady Pelra. There is a saying no good deed goes unpunished. Iol had no idea that an order from his superior would have an unexpected result. In response to readers requests, the aftermath of Iol's house volunteering him to assist the performers of the evening's finale. Is it accolades? A promotion? Fate decreed banishment for all. The scene takes place just after a captain mast is called and Pelra answers charges of selling herself and treason to her house. The accuser is rebuked and sent to his quarters aboard ship.

Excerpt:

Commander Pelra, I offer the apologies of my house, and mine personally,” Kursko said. “Leod will not bother you anymore. I’m sorry, but you can’t stay in Stratven. He does have friends in town, and I and the rest of the council value you too much to risk you. Fortunately, we have the perfect solution. Clan Daimh petitioned the council for someone with skill in contracts to work with them during the cold season at their winterhold; then in the spring travel with them as they trade and help with any contract questions. You have been given the assignment.” He offered a wry smile. “This assignment is not punishment and should not be considered such. You will be doing your house a favor.”

And continuing the excerpt, once the proceedings were over.

Conall bowed to acknowledge the thanks. “I also have news. The head of the guildhall here in Stratven called me to her office this morning. I, too, am being reassigned for the winter.” His smile warmed Pelra even as she wondered about the mysteriousness of his words. “It appears, Lady Pelra, we will be traveling together. I am taking new music to Clan Daimh. And since winter closes the passes, I will be staying until spring to help teach the little ones and to record the clan’s ancient tales for the Bard Guild archives.”

Pleasure at the change to what she had expected would be a lonely winter chased away the last of the chill left by the captain’s mast.

Iol doesn't escape unscathed either as his superior, the man who actually broke up Leod's attack on Pelra renders one final judgement.

“It seems there are apologies going all around today. Iol, our council feels, especially after today’s court, that the risk of retribution from Leod is high. To keep you away from him until our two houses work things out, you are being sent to Botunn Loghes to run the Cszabo post there. The previous postmaster is ill and returning to his family in the Southern Continent.” Sadness flickered across the man’s face then disappeared. “Unfortunately, no gold comes with this command, but you will have a ship. I don’t know what shape Loch Bird is in, except that she is in the water. When you report to me tomorrow, I’ll give you the authorization you’ll need in case repairs are needed.”

Conall clapped Iol on the back. “It looks like we will all be traveling together for a while.”

Pelra wondered at the look on Iol’s face. But I have time on the trail to figure it out.

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Bonded by friendship and their music, some paths diverge while others entwine. You'll have to read Windmaster Legend to see what the future holds and which of the suitors, if any, win Pelra's heart. 


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~till next time, Helen