675-09-04 - Foreign Relations
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Summary: Princess Barbeta arrives at Castle Mergorand with the leader of the Ningo, Patrician Agostino. The conversation soon shifts from the courtyard to the council chamber, when King Barret and Agostino discuss options for future relations. A talk that proves to be surprisingly effective. | |||||||
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It's been five days, when nobody were able to see the young princess. The rumors spread, that she may be sick. Some said, that she might be jealous because her most wonderful uncle was marrying her lady-in-waiting and from now on won't have time for the Princess. Some speak that the princess got into a fight with the King and travelled to stay in a Brais manor in another dutchy. Some even speak, that they saw her on a hunt last time, and she never came back. Maybe it was a wild deer, who stole the young soul? However, there are these, who are whispering, that something huge and strange is going on, not the games of a child.
However, on the first day of September all the worries fade. The guards, who were looking her everywhere, finally, announced to the King, that the Princess is heading home. She is healthy, with her escort. After all, she was not alone. They announced, that the girl should reach Castle the next day.
On the morning of the forth day of September, the Princess comes back home. Moreover, her escort became a little bit bigger. If people saw her leaving with two guards and handmaid, now she is followed by two handmaidens, two guards and a stranger,and a bunch of guards, who had to find her.
The uproar in the city is so loud, when all these riders are moving closer to the castle, that all the whispering reminds of a murmur of the ocean.
Not caring much about the gawkers, Barbeta on her Dragon, three man, Ophelia and Esther with her Tukus reaches the courtyard of the castle, where they all unmounts.
The girl is more dressed for hunting. Her gown, which nicely fits at the bodice and has a waistline that leads to a full skirt is decorated with dark brown corset made out of leather. The high rising collar at the back of neckline that sculpts low across the chest bares the girl's pale skin, where modest silver necklace is dangling. Barbeta covers her shoulders with a long cloak color of the flora around - dark green.
The clothes of Esther are a bit dirty and dusty. She looks a bit tired, maybe from the cold, which was torturing her for awhile.
The two guards look a bit worried and flinch from the tiniest sound as if expecting, that someone will grab them and punish them, that they didn't stop the princess from her adventure.
Dressed in the attire of a guard from the Kingdom of the Two Rivers, as ‘provided’ by Barbeta’s guard, Agostino rides atop one of the horses, clearly unaccustomed to the animal as he can barely stay upright in the saddle. If questioned he explains the closest thing the Ningo have to horses are what they call ‘eohippus’, the small animals Esther encountered a few days after crossing the border, the cute one that were attacked by the large wolf she killed and her horse brought back to the capital. Also if asked, the large wolves the Agostino call “Canis Dirus”, the closest translation would be ‘fearsome dog’, or simply Dire Wolf.
He has spent the trip back learning the words to say to Barret, keeping his tone at a whisper riding close beside Esther so his men do not hear the translation or the words themselves. His men are still dressed in Ningo armor, similar to the one Agostino wore when he met the princess, though in varying degrees of quality.
Agostino might have changed armor but he still wears his Dire Wolf cloak, and remains armed for the time being, along with his guards, though he has said he will remove his swords when it comes time to approach Barbeta’s father. Aside from learning the words in the Felagurian language, the tall man has been otherwise silent, studying the lands around him. His attention seems to be a mix of caution and curiosity.
The Courtyard of Mergorand Castle will indeed be where the arrivals will be greeted by a small group of courtiers. First of all there is Lord Jarvis Bainsworth, a man who had sent another group towards the North two weeks ago on a different mission, a man who had questioned the Princess Barbeta about her handmaiden’s disappearance, and was faced then with the Princess herself vanishing later that day. He had in fact been one of the few in charge to investigate Barbeta’s whereabouts, although he already suspected as much as that the princess had gone where the handmaiden had vanished before. Some of his men had managed to glimpse the group as soon as they had left the shelter of the Dark Forest and entered Granville territory. Pale grey eyes will lighten up when the slightly rugged appearance of Esther is noted, before they shift to the Princess and he offers a bow, the corners of his lips curling ever so slightly when she walks past him to greet her father, the king.
King Barret Brais has come out to greet his daughter in person, after receiving reports that had finally offered some hope she would still be alive. Traces of sleepless nights spent with worry for his youngest daughter are clearly visible on the man’s face, along with a slightly subdued anger, and a less subdued pride. A gesture of his hand will suffice to have the two original guards of hers apprehended and led of to Gods know where - a fact those guards already have anticipated, as they show no resistance whatsoever. Same goes for the two handmaidens, Ophelia and Esther. They will be helped down from their horses they had been provided with when passing Whitstock, with the intention to escort them into the castle, under the surveillance of two guards and the castellan, a grim faced woman who will certainly intend to question the two common women.
While the King waits for Barbeta to come to him, his brown eyes attentive, expectant, and also showing his disappointment.
The foreigner in the guard’s armor but the larg wolf’s pelt will be viewed with curiosity by Lord Jarvis Bainsworth, and with caution by the other people present in the courtyard. Still. No action will be taken so far against him. He will be watched closely however by the armed men with the task of protecting the castle. Whereas he will be ignored by Barret Brais, at least for now, when the Two Rivers king’s daughter requires all of his attention.
“What is the meaning of this?” The King will inquire now, his eyes fixed on Barbeta, his baritone a low grumble that carries far nonetheless through the courtyard and resounds from the castle - his voice at least is still strong enough to impress!
"Father," Barbeta offers a deep bow for the King, when she approaches him. Yes, she offers a bow, not a curtsy, "I am sorry, that I was gone for a few days. Though, you left me no other options. You do not trust me with nothing, but wandering around the castle, while my sister Luanda, who is just one year older is allowed to do many things. I never understood, why you were keeping us away from Unknown World. I wanted to be introduced to it..." The girl glances at Esther and noticed, that she is lead away, and asks, "Please, father, let me, Esther and a strange here to go to the Council chambers.It's very important..." Likely,knowing that nobody will listen to her, the girl adds a brief explanation.
"Seeing the talents of my handmaid, I gave her the order to travel into the Unknown World. She had to find our enemies there and learn their culture, and especially language. She succeeded. She was there for awhile and she learned the language of so called Ningo. However, she never managed to reach the main city of theirs. Instead, she found something similar to the war camp beside our border. Not so far away. I do not want the blood of our people to be spilled. I noticed, that these people are not wild barbarians. They are much like us, just use different language. Father, here," she points at Agostino, "Is their leader. The King. Though, they use a different word to describe that. I talked with him already with the help of Esther. Please, let us go to the Council chambers, where you could talk more. We can avoid the war here. I talked with the man and he is willing to sign an alliance with you, trade and never attack our villages. We will have strong alliance in the Unknown World. We will learn about new cultures. We agreed, that you two will talk about more exact terms of the alliance with Esther and mein present, because all he will ask instead - marry me. We already discussed that. Moreover, the first born son for us will be named Brais,and I will never have to change my surname, according to their traditions, father..." The girl straightens, peeking at the eyes of her father,trying to see his emotions, hoping to see pride. Then the girl quickly adds, “The man is very kind and graceful. He respected me and Esther. Please, respect him…”
Agostino watches silently as the various people move about, observing the architecture of the structures as well. He dismounts the around the same time as his guard and Esther and the other handmaiden are helped down. However when the servants move to take Esther inside Agostino himself moves to try and block the path. He looks almost as though he is protecting Esther, his dark eyes then shift to Barbeta as she speaks with her father. It would seem Agostino doesn’t intent to let anyone take Esther away from his side, as Barbeta explains to her father, the fact Esther is now a translator, this might be the reason the nearly six and a half foot tall man is trying to block the path. The four soldiers in Ningo armor take no actions defensive nor offensive, as though awaiting orders.
Bushy eye brows will lift a touch when the king studies his daughter and listens to her words with an unmoving face. “We did not part on the best of terms,” he remarks, at a slightly lower volume. “But I am glad you’re back. However, I am not happy you sneaked away the way you did. You could have told me about your idea, and I would have listened to you, daughter. As for the Golden Leaf, we will not start to question our traditions here, child.” He lowers his gaze for a moment, pondering her request, and even before she launches into her long speech explaining why she had sent her handmaiden off in the first place his hand will go up and signal to the guards to at least let Esther stay with them for a moment. The guard in question exhaling with relief, as his gaze shifts from the tall Northern Barbarian to the king, and he steps away from the handmaiden and the man.
“Either way, I agree with you, at least that we need to talk. You will accompany me at once to the council chamber, your handmaiden will come with us, as will our guest.” Here Barret acknowledges Agostino’s presence for the first time, and he will turn to face the man, offering him a polite nod. “I bid you welcome in these lands and in this castle. We will treat you according to the guest right, and according to that you will meet no harm in our walls for the duration of your stay, as long as you as well will refrain from any hostilities.” The king’s gaze shifts from Agostino to Esther, as he expects her to offer some translation to the man.
Once that has taken place, King Barret Brais will turn and walk into the keep, his retinue in tow. Expecting Barbeta, Esther and Agostino to follow, as well as a number of guards.
Lord Jarvis Bainsworth will study Agostino with curiosity, although he will lower his gaze should the foreign leader choose to look his way. But the wolf’s pelt especially seems to attract his attention, his pale blue eyes glinting as they shift to Esther and then to Barbeta. When the King leaves the courtyard he will be among those who follow.
When a six and a half foot tall man stands between you and the guards, it is easy to feel calm. That's how Esther feels. She is calm and trusts in herself, obviously. So, the moment Barbeta and Agostino manage to get permission for her to stay, Esther moves closer to Agostino. She listens intently for what the King says, and then translates, whispering something in the Ningo language, "The King Barret welcomes you in these lands and in this castle. He says, that we will treat you according to the guest right, and according to that you will meet no harm in our walls for the duration of your stay, as long as you as well will refrain from any hostilities."
While Esther translates everything to Agostino, Barbeta lowers her gaze to the ground and whispers to her father, "I am so sorry, father. I knew, that my actions will hurt you. However, I had no other option. People have to prove their worth in this world. If I would have told you everything... I wanted to tell, but... I was afraid, that you will send other men to deal with it, but not me. Then I would have stayed in the background again as a child. Though, you can see, that I am no longer a child. I hope, you will forgive me..."
Then Esther finishes translating everything and the King moves forward. Esther will walk close to Agostino, while Barbeta will follow her father, staying behind a bit, walking alone thoughtfully.
Agostino listens to the various words silently, those he knows and those he doesn’t. Finally he says something in his own language to Esther. Once that is done he removes his spatha and gladius, presenting each to his men, giving them instructions in their native tongue as well before moving to follow the others inside. One of his men nods and moves to examine the horse she rode closely, as though curious about the animal. The other three, all males move to take up positions nearby awaiting further orders, or hostilities.
The Ningo guards will of course be watched closely by the knights and guards of the castle.
While the act of translation for the foreign guest will be less likely to draw his attention, Barbeta’s words will of course make the King pause and shoot her a glance. Even if his brown eyes lock ever so briefly with hers, it will suffice to convey both his relief as well as his disappointment in her. It probably will take more than a few whispers as these to convince Barret that Barbeta’s rash course of action was in fact the right thing to do. “We will talk about that later,” the king will mutter towards his daughter, before he moves inside and the others follow.
They will enter the keep and soon ascend to the first floor, leaving the more public area of the ground floor below. There is a corridor with some quarters, the first door in fact being the one that will be opened for them by a guard in Brais colors. Behind the door is a room of medium size, lighted by a number of windows, a large table in its center with a number of chairs arranged about it. There is a map at the wall, a tapestry with the kingdom of Two Rivers. The king will have a seat on his chair opposite of the door, a gesture is given to the others to sit down as well.
Apart from the king there is also Lord Jarvis Bainsworth present, who will keep unobtrusively to the background for now.
“So. Barbeta, please enlighten us again, who this man is. Their leader you say? Does he have a name? And more importantly, what is it you two have agreed upon.”, the king says to Barbeta.
When Agostino speaks to Esther, she nods eagerly for the man and looks most interested in the story. However, she does not translate all of it for now, seeing no reason. The girl just will add for the King of Two Rivers, "The leader of Ningo is most pleased to be welcomed here so nicely. He promises, that nor he, nor his people won't raise any problems or troubles for as long, as they will feel safe..."
Then trio follows the King to the room, where Esther will settle beside Barbeta, who quickly starts explaining the King again, "The war camp. My handmaid saw that. They have many men and women. She said, that both look capable of fighting. These men and women are strong and ready to survive. Usually, people with such minds are very strong and dangerous." The girl looks to Esther, who will start translating Barbeta’s words from now on. These mentioned before she will keep just between King and his daughter.
"We decided to make an alliance, which will be signed by marriage. I will marry Agostino. Yes, that is his name. Unusual one, right? But sounds..." The girl grins a bit, before becoming serious again, "The alliance will make sure, that we won't get into any conflicts. We will be family, who will learn about each other, share traditions, will use trade. We will acknowledge them as a nation,not barbarians. I will keep my own surname. That's their tradition. Woman is not required to take husband's name. However, usually, children would have to be named by his name. However, I asked that the first born son would have the name of Brais, just in case, father, if you will be in the need of a grandson. He will be taught of both, Ningo and Two Rivers traditions,like all of our children. However, I told that he has to ask you for my hand and that you both will agree on a more exact terms of alliance."
Agostino silently follows the others into the room indicated, his dark eyes looking about everywhere he can see with a curious expression. As they enter the meeting room, Agostino’s eyes are drawn to the tapestry and he looks over the map of the Kingdom of the Two Rivers silently… As Esther is here, he can’t read the map right? He does seem to have heard the translations given though, as he turns when Barbeta has finished and Esther translates her part of it. Agostino then walks over to a few meters from the king passively then bows his head respectfully, as one king might greet another, and says in the common language of Felaguria “I am Patrician Agostino of Family Cornelia. I am here to request to marry your daughter, so that our two people might become one through our shared blood. If you agree, our first son shall be named Brais in honor of his grandfather’s strong name.” in a very thick accent, though he speaks slowly and takes careful effort to ensure each word is enunciated properly.
Barret will listen when the princess speaks, leaning slightly to one side in his chair, his elbow on the armrest, and his chin resting on the back of his hand, brows furrowed over eyes that will drift from his daughter over to where Agostino is. Once the Ningo leader approaches he will incline his head likewise, straightening in his chair as his arm slowly drops to the armrest at his side.
"Patrician Agostino Cornelia," the king greets, his tone polite and respectful. "I feel honoured by your interest in my daughter, and your request for her hand. Forgive me some curiosity on my part though. There are a lot of questions that need to be discussed, prior to an assent I might give to such a match. First of all... We need to speak of the war between our countries. What made you attack our northern duchy of Granville? Also, what will be required to end these attacks? A treaty will have to be of benefit to both sides. My daughter's hand may be a nice prospect, but on the other hand... I am not dumb. You must expect more from us. As we will from you."
He pauses and smiles at the Ningo leader. "First of all though, sit down. If we are going to negotiate such a match and alliance, we should do so as equals. "For the family name issue, well, I believe we could agree to that. A male heir with the name of Brais would indeed be of vital importance to our kingdom."
A brief glance is exchanged with Lord Jarvis, before Barret continues: "As we are not familiar at all with your people and their customs, pray explain your position within the society of your land. This Cornelia family is the Ruling House of the Ningo? So any further children that will be fathered by you and born by Barbeta will become part of your succession line? Do you have been married before? Do you have children? I would very much like to know a bit of the man that seeks the hand of my daughter." His gaze is attentive, but not unfriendly.
The Bainsworth meanwhile stays silent for now, his attention not shifting from the Ningo. There may even have been a little frown on Jarvis's features when he had noticed Agostino's glance towards the map. An almost imperceivable shake of the head the reaction, as if he perhaps had regretted the king's choice of room for this conversation.
Barbeta watches her father and Agostino interact with a bit of worry in her eyes. She lowers her hands on her lap under the table. The girl breathes quite deeply and she might look a bit nervous. Yes, nervous! Barbeta, who barely is nervous!
When the King speaks with Agostino, Esther slides closer to the man and keeps whispering in his ear, translating the questions, "The King feels honored, that you are interested in his daughter. However, he has many questions. After all, he values his daughter very much and she is his true treasure. The King can't give his daughter to a stranger."
The handmaid of the princess takes a bit of time to catch the King's thoughts, before continuing to translate everything into Ningo language, "The King wants to speak about the war between our countries.He asks, what made you attack our northern dutchy of Granville? Also, he is interested, what will be required to end these attacks? A treaty will have to be of benefit to both sides. King's daughter's hand may be a nice prospect, but on the other hand... The King's doesn't think, he is dumb. You must expect more from him, right? As he will from you..."
Esther sighs a bit and shakes her head. It is hard to translate so much into the language she just learned, "First of all though, the King offers you to sit down. He says, if we are going to negotiate such a match and alliance, we should do so as equals." The young woman looks at Agostino and explains, "The King is very pleased about your decision, to name the first born child as Brais. However, he asks to explain your position within the society of your land. This Cornelia family is the Ruling House of the Ningo? So any further children that will be fathered by you and born by Barbeta will become part of your succession line? Do you have been married before? Do you have children? I would very much like to know a bit of the man that seeks the hand of my daughter."
Then Esther leans back in her seat and sighs, getting this short moment of rest. Barbeta studies Esther for a moment, when looks at Barret, and finally fixes her gaze at Agostino, waiting for his answer.
Agostino turns to look at Barret when he speaks, then Esther as she translates. He then speaks for quite a bit, though the only words clear to others is the name Esther, which is spoken several times, and the name Barbeta which is spoken once or twice. As the rest is in his own language. He does at one point get up to gesture to the map tapestry, before sitting back down once his words are translated.
When Agostino takes a seat and starts speaking, Esther is trying to listen for him carefully. She will translate the text, just then the man will give her a pause, "The man says, that they are a pragmatic people, and survivors as well. As a result they don’t care what gender their leaders are, only if they deserve to rule or not. As such the title of Patrician can be held by a man or a woman, with no preference. Anyone born to a Patrician is called a Principe (Prince) or Principessa (Princess). The title of Patrician is always held by the one who is the best survivor, and also the best leader among them. As long as one of their children meet these requirements they will be Patrician after him. As Agostino and Princess' Barbeta's children will be raised by Ningo culture that should not be a problem. The man fully intends for Family Cornelia to rule as Patrician for many generations as they have done so in the past. Agostino is Patrician of the Ningo for sixteen years now. In his life he married twice, but he lost both wife's and feels very sad about them. They loved him and he loved them. But the time has come to create new family again, and hopefully the last time."
Esther makes a pause, to hear the next monologue of Agostino and then the man stops, she translates, “Family Cornelia is among the oldest families among the Ningo, dating back to the landing and the Night of Flame. As to the attacks on us... As our records may or may not show, Ningo began to raid our lands roughly two hundred and fifty-five winters ago. In truth its not that complex, their lands are fertile in their ways, they have enough to survive, but not to thrive. We had resources they needed and so they took them. Agostino mentions, that primarily raid steel ingots and weapons, sometimes other metals as well. This is because they have no supplies of ore in their lands."
Esther listens more, what Agostino wants to say and translates, "They were preparing for war.The man says, that this would have been the second war between our people, the first being what they call the War for Abundant Lands. They sought to conquer our lands then, and they sought the same now. They were assembling their forces when I was found by one of their groups of hunters and was taken to one of their many war camps, where they were gathering their forces for attack.”
"Agostino admits those camps remain where they are, however his forces are currently standing down pending the results of this negotiation. If we can part of positive terms then we will continue to stand down, the man says, if not then we will attack, Agostino stresses out. As he said they are a pragmatic people, so when a southerner arrived acting strangely he took an interest and spoke with me after teaching their language. When I claimed to have come in peace to try and negotiate peaceful terms between our people he considered the matter. After all why waste lives in a war when we can get what we want through peaceful means such as trade, Agostino asks. So when he learned that I served your daughter, my King, who was both single and of marriageable age by the traditions of Ago's people. He send word to your daughter Barbeta to meet with us. He assume from the reactions he saw outside that this was not something you knew about that, for which he is sorry. He can imagine the uncertainty if his own daughters disappeared without him knowing.”
A breath and Etsher continues, “The man says exactly this: Finally, yes in return for an alliance we’d expect resources, enough to grow and thrive. I suggest the construction of a trade hub, one my people will build. Due to the dangers of our lands however such a place would need to be made of stone to fend off attacks from the threats of our lands for years or decades. Unfortunately we have few quarries, and it would take us years to gather enough stone just to start the construction. So my proposal is this, your kingdom provide us with the resources to build the trade hub, this would be an act of faith and trust of your people to mine, likewise we would do the same that you will not attack the trade hub, or try to take it over either as we are building it, or just after finishing it. Now as I would not wish your kingdom to suffer for our efforts, I will send some of my own people to help in your quarries, mines, and farms to increase production rates. This way, with luck, the resources produced will at least double if not more. Your people will still have the resources they need and we will get those we need as well. Our hunters, raiders, and others who gather resources from our lands will continue to do so. These will be offered in trade, you no doubt noticed my cloak, it is from a wolf of my lands and the hind quarters had to be removed so it didn’t drag the ground. This is merely an average size wolf from our lands, and they are longer then I am tall.”
Agostino stands back up and makes his way over towards the map, and gestures to the border between the Two Rivers and the Dark Forest and speaks. Esther waits a moment before translating more, “Agostino says: I suggest placing the trade hub along this border. This will place us close enough to your people to allow trade and also close enough to our lands to allow our people to gather the resources from our lands.” He then lowers his hand once he is sure that has been translated, then returns to his seat. He then adds, “Placing it along the border would also help your leaders to feel safe their lands are not being given to foreigners to meet this agreement. If any of your people wish to donate some of their lands surrounding the trade hub so we can establish farms, mines, or quarries to help out locally we would be grateful. If they choose not to do so, we will understand and gather what we can through trade instead. In addition to help create friendship between our people and work towards forgiveness of past hostilities on both sides, the people I send to help your people gather resources, also your merchants will be welcomed at the trade hub as early as it can be made safe for them should help with this. For this reason we would also ask our translator Esther to travel with us to the site of the trade hub once its agreed upon, to help teach both of our people how to speak the language of the other. Shared language is after all the quickest path to understanding between people is it not? If the alliance is agreed to, then any of my people seeking to join your culture will be free to do so, the same would apply with members of your people who seek to join our culture. Does this sound reasonable to you?"
The woman almost flops to her chair after such a long and hard work.
The King leans forward in his chair, his elbows resting on the table as his hands fold before him, thumbs pressed against his chin. Agostino has his fullest attention, even if Barret is not able to understand the words. The expression in his brown eyes curious and attentive. His attention will briefly shift towards Esther whenever she translates, but most of the time his gaze will rest on the Ningo leader, following his gestures as he rises and walks over to the tapestry to indicate the border between their countries.
Lord Jarvis Bainsworth seems to be intrigued as well, leaning back in his chair he will scratch his chin pensively, his downcast gaze not really hiding the fact that Agostino's words and Esther's translation of them have his fullest attention. Pale grey eyes will finally be raised to study the foreign leader with a new sparked interest, although there is a slightly cautious flicker in them as he leans over to the king and offers some muttered words of advice.
A light shake of the head is given towards the advisor, as King Barret Brais straightens and clears his throat. "Patrician Agostino. Forgive me if I have a few questions. Will any children you may have with my daughter retain their status as 'principe' or 'principessa' even if there will another Patrician chosen? What would their fate be, if your Family of Cornelia would not be able to keep the position it has now? If I understand you correctly, you may have already other children, but your successor will be chosen for his strength alone? For his ability to lead?" He pauses, a brief smile flickering over his face.
"As to the war you've mentioned... Our chronics speak of an invasion that happened two hundred years ago. There was the Great Battle of Dragons." Here his gaze becomes unfocused for a moment, drifting off into thoughts and memories. "Most accounts that have been recorded in our books have a slight touch of legend and fairy tales. Dragons. Gods. And Magic," he shrugs, chuckling, the rumble of his laughter suddenly filling the room. His gaze giving away his faith in the truth of such tales has been lost some time ago. "These are not powers we can rely on now. So we would seek an end to this war, and a treaty with you." The king smiles and scratches his chin, before he continues.
"I understand your request for trade. We can certainly provide metals and stone, as well as other commodities. I am sure there may be more than large wolf pelts you can offer us in return. And aye, this language I am speaking at the moment is the Common Language, that is spoken in all of Felaguria. It could certainly be taught to your people. We have our own, older language as well, although when dealing with every day situations, the Common Language would be the one that is used." The king pauses, and a smile flickers over his mien. "Are there other people North of that border," he points towards the tapestry, indicating the Dark Forest as well as the mountain range to the Northeast of the Two Rivers, "that are not under your rule? Or enemies? Maybe you are in need of allies?"
A pause follows, as the king exchanges a brief glance with Lord Jarvis. "So, yes. I would agree to such a plan, to build this trade hub as you suggested. There are quarries in Beresgond, we could provide you with the stone required to build it. As for the land you've requested.." And here another pause follows, a bit of air leaving the King's lungs as he leans back in his chair. "Such a thing will need to be discussed within the Council. As you see, not everone is present at the moment. If we should agree to give you some lands to the North, be prepared however, that we will expect something in return."
A gesture is made towards Esther to translate his words to the Ningo leader.
Barbeta is sitting in her chair quietly. She just observes curiously each man in the room, except Jarvis. The princess does not give him any attention at all as if he is not here.
Esther keeps her gaze fixed on the King, when he is speaking. The moment she hears the questions about children, the woman speaks. No, she is not afraid to interrupt the King, "I am sorry, if I was not so clear. I just recently learned this language. Agostino mentioned, that he is sure, that children, who will have blood of him, of such a strong and maybe a bit wild, in a good way, of course, princess, and blood of such a strong man as you, my King, have no opponents in having position of leader. So, yes, just the strongest one is chosen as leader..."
Then she looks at Agostino and asks in the language of Ningo, "The King is a bit worried and interested, what will happen for his daughter, her children, if your family will lose the status of 'principe' or 'principessa'. Will they still be called like that? By they I mean children. Will they be still called 'principe' or 'principessa', even if another leading family will appear?"
Then Esther grows quiet again, listening for the King more. Then the King finishes, Esther translates each question and each comment about the trades, and alliance. She just skips most of the mentioned facts about the war.
When Esther finishes translating, Barbeta shifts in her seat a bit and the girl adds, almost in a whisper, "What about betrothal, father? Do you agree with it too? Not just trades?"
Agostino watches as the king speaks, however every time he says the word dragon Agotino’s gaze changes more and more distinctly. He is angry, no, enraged. After the second time the word is spoken Agostino states in a strong, clear, authoritative tone… A tone created from over a decade of rule, and one carrying the weight of one who has never had his orders challenged. He waits for Esther to translate his words, before he visibly calms down and allows Barret to continue. It would seem Agostino knows the word dragon, the question is whether or not he knows any other words.
When Esther has translated everything Agostino nods and says more in the Ningo language to Esther, allowing her to translate.
Agostino watches as the king speaks, however every time he says the word dragon Agotino’s gaze changes more and more distinctly. He is angry, no, enraged. After the second time the word is spoken Agostino states in a strong, clear, authoritative tone… A tone created from over a decade of rule, and one carrying the weight of one who has never had his orders challenged. “If there is to be any further talk between us, you will not say that word again. Those are the spawn of an evil trickster god, their name is never spoken among my people in your language or our’s. That is the one word our people know of your language, its use may very well result in the death of the one that speaks it. If you must speak of them do not use that word, call them evil spawn or whatever else, but do NOT use that word again. I cannot assure your safety if you do." He waits for Esther to translate his words, before he visibly calms down and allows Barret to continue. It would seem Agostino knows the word dragon, the question is whether or not he knows any other words.
When Esther has translated everything Agostino nods and says more in the Ningo language to Esther, allowing her to translate. “The titles of Principe and Principessa are held for life. The Patrician that held the title before me was of a different family, that of my first wife in fact. It was after my second marriage that I was chosen as his heir in recognition of all of the influence I held among my people, also my ability to survive. My first wives surviving brother, sister, nieces, and nephews all hold the title of Principe or Principessa. At least all those who were born before the death of my father-in-law when I became Patrician.”
Letting Esther translate in full he then continues, “Judging by the borders marked on your map, all of the lands north of you belong to the Ningo, we have no threats from other men or women there. The only threats are the local animals, which we are skilled at defending against.” He seems to think over the words concerning trade and lands and says, “As I said, the lands I am speaking of would be on the border, the buffer zone between our two lands that neither of us really own, neutral territory for all intents and purposes. That is where the trade hub shall be built. As to being given lands within your borders that we may use to create our own quarries, mines, or farmland…Well these lands, as I said are not required. We will give fair trade for such resources if such lands are not given to us. I asked for those lands to be given as a gift to my people as a sign of cooperation. Speak with your council see if any of them wish to gift us such lands. If they agree it will help our trade hub grow and will reduce the amount of resources we take from you in trade, or by gifts, or whatever other method. If your council will not agree to gift us such lands, then there will be no anger, no grudges, and we will not try to take such lands for ourselves. The gift of lands is completely optional, simply a request of trust and support from you to us, nothing more or less. Denial of such a gift will not cause anger or mistrust, though approval of such a gift would help my people trust yours more. Whether the gift is given or not, trust between our peoples will come in time.”
Taking a breath and allowing Esther to translate, Agostino adds, “Concerning the resources for the trading hub, we will need the most durable materials you have available in your lands to ensure they will hold up against the animals of our lands. As to trade itself, yes we have much we can trade. I noticed while traveling through your lands how small many of your resources are. For example our trees are much larger, some the limbs are nearly the size of the trunks of your trees, animals such as deer are also larger like our wolves. Two or three of our deer, based on the one I saw in your lands, would yield two to three times are much meat. We also have small pets we give to our children so they can learn how to take care of another life, also sometimes it helps them to learn how it feels to lose something they love like family. Given how commonplace death is for my people, this is a very unfortunately, but practical lesson for them. Such pets can also be sold to your people."
Esther listens carefully for Agostino once again, when he finishes, she speaks, "My King, their culture sees dragons as most cruel gods, who abandoned them. They are angry at them and using of this word is forbidden. This is the only word they know in our language. It would be wise not to use it."
Everything else she translates as it was said.
The King's attention is on Agostino and Esther for now. When Barbeta mutters her question, he will shoot her a surprised glance at her interjection. "Do not worry, little one, I am getting to that in a moment. After all, I would not make all these inquiries about the status of any children that would come from such a match for naught.", her replies softly, offering her a reassuring smile that at the same time reminds her he would not really expect her to comprehend the complexeties of the ongoing negotiation - at least her impatient question seems to prove that much, in his eyes. His words were kept low, and offered while Esther still was busy translating his words to the Ningo Leader.
Lord Jarvis, meanwhile, acknowledges Barbeta's too obvious wish to ignore him with an amused flicker in his eyes, his lips curling faintly for a moment. The princess's question has him roll his pale grey eyes ever so slightly, but he keeps silent. The Ningo's harsh reaction to the mention of dragons has his eyes narrow next, and once again he will lean over to the king and mutter something into his ear, when Esther gives her translation that explains in a way the outbreak of the barbarian leader.
King Barret's bushy brows are furrowing, he of course has noticed the tone Agostino has adopted, and he will put more than some authorative grumble into his reply as well. "Do you mean to threaten us, Patriarch of the Ningo?", he spits, straightening in his seat, suddenly no longer the tired old king, but one that emanates strength, pride and autority. "Your laws and customs do not pertain to us, so DO NOT ASSUME you can impose such rules, nor would I advise you to adopt this tone in my presence. Ever again." He pauses, fixing his dark gaze on the Ningo with a glare. A glare that will fade once he has made his point. Hands that were almost reaching to draw weapons, in case it had been called for, slowly relax, when the guards present will resume their usual vigilant stance.
"With that said," King Barret continues after a moment, his tone remarkably less aggressive, "I understand your... dislike for that particular word, I was not aware that the use of it offends you. In a way," he adds then, with a glance in Esther's direction, "we have more in common than you think. Our Gods, who helped us back then - according to legend - have deserted us as well. I have put any reverence of them under punishment. Who needs higher beings when we should trust in our own abilities to master the daily challenges, am I not right?" One brow is raised, when Barret's attention returns to Agostino and he smiles. It is a confident smile, of a king that shows no sign of tiring. Gone is the weary look of his brown eyes. Gone is the lethargy, as the current conversation does enough to revive his spirits.
"I see my questions about the status of princes and princesses answered, and am content with your reply. As for your ressources - aye, we may be interested in the timber you have to offer. In regards to the 'gift'..." his bushy eyebrows lift even more, "If I understand you correctly this will be a means to ensure the people that live at this trade hub have enough to eat? That they can provide themselves with whatever they may need for their daily life? May I make another suggestion, Patriarch... What if we have both people from your Ningo and our Two Rivers settle there, to work those lands together and live there side by side, and those lands will belong to the both of them? And this trade hub will grow into a village maybe, over time, a village that will have a status of neutrality, belonging to neither of our countries, as it is in this neutral buffer zone as you call it? There are even quarries to the northeast of our lands, I am sure we could... at least consider giving that as a 'gift' to ensure there is enough material to build houses and the fortifications needed."
That last sentence is offered after another meaningful glance of the Bainsworth towards the King, a subtle hint that such a matter will need to be discussed in the council as well. A hint Barret has caught obviously as he pauses, granting Esther the time she needs to translate.
Esther inhales deeply, hearing that their King is displeased. She just nods a bit, and translates for Agostino, “The King is sorry for using that word, which offends you. After all, he doesn’t know your traditions. We do hope that you will forgive us and we will avoid unesecery fight. After all, we are very similar. We do have Gods, who abandoned and betrayed us too…”
When she explains all this, the young woman translates everything else as it was said, just skipping these parts about threatening and anything, what would raise a conflict.
Barbeta just leans back in her seat and patiently continues waiting…
Agostino stands slowly to his full height, perhaps using his height as a threat, or perhaps as a reminder of the fact Agostino can handle himself if hostilities do develop. This is in response to the aggressive tone Barret uses, the gray furred wolf cloak hanging down his back with the forelegs crossed across the Ningo leader’s chest, the head of the animal raised over his head like a hood. The wolf pelt even has a silken crimson lining as well. Hearing the translation of Barret’s words Agostino responds in his own language. in a more event tone, his dark eyes locked on Barret, as though challenging him, though he could also simply be testing to see if the king flinches or not. The translation would better explain the look.
Once his words are translated, though before the reply from Barret or Bainsworth can be given the tall Ningo retakes his seat passively, after all he has no obvious weapons on him as he gave them to his men before entering the castle after Barret offered guest right.
To Barret’s latter words Agostino gives his reply to Barret’s suggestion as well.
Agostino says, in response to Barret’s threat, “I was informing you how my people view the use of that word to avoid unfortunate outcomes in the future. I have not tried to kill you because I understand you do not know our culture. I am simply saying to ensure that word is not used around my people, doing so I cannot be held responsible as not all of my people have the self-control I possess. Is there anything, anyone, or any terms, that when mentioned around your people can result in a physically violent reaction? As reaction that is more instinct then rational?” after sitting down he’d say, “We still worship the Old Gods of the Old Empire, if you do not worship any gods we will not hold that against you or your people as long as my people can still worship our gods freely.”
“We never worshipped those Spawn, we simply thought our gods originally sent them and later realized they were not sent by our gods. This is why the mountains to the east of the forest our translator met the Ningo in is avoided at all costs. We don’t know where those vile creatures came from, but some have settled in those mountains, and their numbers grow every few generations or so. We believe they are drawn by the corpse of their god, the largest of those that fought in the War. This is the evil trickster god I speak of. As to the trade hub, yes any gifted lands would be used to support the settlement itself. I have no problems with both of our people living together there, additional space can be added to provide space for them. As you worship no gods we can forgo the construction of temples and the like for your people. Unfortunately as my people would be building the settlement they would consider it our’s, not a neutral one. I am willing to compromise and have it so only your people can work the lands that are gifted, if they are gifted. As I said, the gifting of the lands are in no way required, your people can agree to that term or not, we will hold nothing against you. Our primary concern is durable stone, as the walls would need to be quite high to keep out the wildlife of the north that stray too close, along with stone for the buildings as well. As I said, my people will help you to produce the resources as part of the deal, living in your settlements if the quarries, farms, and mines are too far from the trade hub for them to work efficiently. I can assure you my people are hard workers and are not easily scared by such tasks."
This time Esther translates everything, what was said.
Barbeta still keeps sitting patiently and quietly, listening for each word.
King Barret will hold the Ningo leader's gaze, his eyes steady as he slowly nods to the translation. "I understand, Patrician Agostino," he replies with the firm tone still present in his otherwise polite voice. "And no. We do not have such emotionally laden topics. But I will inform everyone of this. and see to it that the use of that particular word is avoided before you and your people."
Then Agostino sits down and explains about the beliefs of the Ningo people. Barret Brais will listen most attentively, his eyes narrowing as he shoots Lord Jarvis another of those glances. Even the Bainsworth leans forward now, his pale grey eyes lingering on the Ningo, as he too looks stunned by the news. "There are..." Jarvis intones now, speaking for the first time since they entered the council room, "...um... more of this species? Living...? We can confirm none of this. The Scales are in part within our kingdom, but no flying... thing of any kind has been send up there, I assure you." His tone, while showing the usual casual calm is not completely indifferent, however, when the Bainsworth rises and indicates the Mountain Range to the northeast on the map.
The King gives a shrug and shakes his head. "Be that as it may," he says after a moment, choosing not to engage into that dragon topic any further, "tis true, we have banished our Gods, but as I understand yours are different ones. You may of course build temples in these settlements. And durable stone from our quarries will be made available to you. However, your people should understand they will be on neutral ground. These lands will not be yours. Your people may build the settlements together with ours, in a combined effort. The stone from our quarries will be provided. I do expect some awkwardness in the beginning, and I will consult with my advisors and yours, regarding the outline such a settlement should have. I am the opnion that peace may not be built on one marriage of a leader to a princess, but there are other means as well that are needed for a peace, should it indeed be of long duration. In the few moments of our interaction, Patriarch, I have already learned a great many new and unknown details, such must go for you as well. Our people can benefit greatly from an exchange of information. But for now the present reality is your troops gathering in the Dark Forest, while mine are gathering in the Duchy of Granville."
An ominous pause follows. The King clears his throat, as he glances towards his daughter now. "You ask me to give you my most precious daughter, a child from my blood." His gaze returns to the impressive Ningo leader. "I will tell you I am willing to engage into negotiations of a betrothal. We will need to determine the exact terms of the marriage contract, the particulars regarding the succession line of Two Rivers. But I think I can already say this much, that your first born with the name of Brais shall of course be included, following the rules of succession. A grand child from the Main line will always be considered before another male relative of the side branches. The law will be presented at our next council meeting, and I trust it will be accepted."
And then the King of Two Rivers leans back in his chair, smiling at Agostino and Barbeta, as he is obviously quite content with the situation so far. Which gives Esther the opportunity to translate.
Esther translates each word very carefully to Agostino. Though, she can’t concentrate her gaze on the foreigner purely. The young woman keeps glancing at Barbeta, after these words of the King, which promise, that Barbie may be betrothed to Agostino. The handmaid can’t hide her smile full of pride. Yes, she is proud of her princess and of herself too. After all, these two women may be the reason, why the war may be avoided.
When Barbeta hears her father’s words, the smile in her features becomes so bright as it never was before… It never was so bright after the death of her siblings and now, the young girl looks like she found new treasure. Her eyes sparkle with that joy for a moment. However, soon all these emotions fade and Barbie tries to keep that serious posture of an adult, even if the corners of her lips flinch sometimes, willing to jump up and radiate happiness.
“And when all these negotiations will be started?” the girl asks, and Esther hurries to translate her princess’ question to Agostino too. “I mean, the negotiation about betrothal and exact terms? Or we should understand,that you give permission for our betrothal, and the exact terms will be discussed till marriage?”
Agostino’s eyes shift to Barbeta as she lights up, though mostly his gaze remains on Barret, listening quietly before responding to the King’s words, he carries on for a bit, but then he also seems to be addressing all of the details. He looks to Esther speaking to her directly for a moment, before looking back to Barret and speaking more to him.
Listening to Barret Agostino states, “I can assure you they are there in those mountains. My people have seen them often, perhaps they nest in the areas within our lands, but there is zero doubt they are there.” said with utter certainty.
Listening to the other matters he adds, “If neutrality is going to be an issue we can try to move the settlement to the southernmost edge of our lands and forego the offer of gifted lands entirely. I know my people, they will not accept neutrality in this matter. As to both of our people constructing the settlement. I fear this is not possible, I have seen your architecture, I do not believe a blending of styles would be possible. This settlement would also have to be built relatively quickly, and it would simply take too long for my people to teach yours how to build our way, and the point is this settlement would be one of our’s as a display to my people we are in agreement about peaceful coexistence. The fact it is made of stone also shows that it is intended to be a long-lasting peace suitable for an alliance. On the matter of religion, we have no conflicts there and I consider that matter settled and approved if you do as well. I also propose that two copies of an official document be produced stating all of the terms we agree to, whatever they may be. Both shall be read aloud before witnesses from both of our people, and our translator will ensure both copies have the same terms and conditions. Once this is known each of us will sign each document to show we give final approval of the terms and Esther will sign in her way as well to confirm she has translated both documents accurately and their details match. Witnesses will then sign to make it legally binding.”
Letting Esther translate everything Agostino continues, “Concerning your laws of succession, I leave that to you as our laws do not work in the same way. If your daughter and my first son is counted among the possible options so be it I have no complications for this. My eldest son is the one most likely to replace me as Patrician some day, though by the time that day comes its possible my son by your daughter will be more worthy which means he could potentially inherit both titles which would certainly help the process of peace between our peoples, we shall see. I would suggest you involve your daughter in the discussions for the line of succession, I consider this a matter I cannot speak on as I do not understand the concept well enough. Your daughter however knows your ways, and if her son is to have a place then his mother should have a voice in the matter. You may consider her my representative in such discussions if that would help you.”
He then looks to esther and says, “I speak to you directly as this is an important matter. You have a choice to make, though from what I’ve learned of your people such a choice would be denied you. You have survived in our lands for at least a few days alone, you look to be playing an instrumental part in creating an alliance between our people, that would give you the respect of my people. I offer you this choice on their behalf, though I ask you not tell your Patrician I am giving you this choice. If this alliance is formalized and a trade hub is constructed, I offer you the choice to come live there as an honored guest of my people. You will be treated with respect and will be provided a home of your own if you agree. If you agree then tell your Patrician that I have asked for an addendum to our alliance. That you be sent to the trade hub once it is safe enough. You will be respected by my people and treated as a sort of ambassador for your people. This is requested so my people can she their gratitude for your contributions. If you refuse this offer we will not think less of you, and you simply tell your Patrician nothing of this conversation.”
Then looking back to Barret he adds, “In light of understanding I will say that our marriages are rather abrupt, in an environment as harsh as ours, every second is valuable so our traditions are very brief. What you call a ‘betrothal’, if I understand the context right, for us involves one requesting the match by the other. The most senior man and woman of the Family on each side meets with the potential candidate and evaluates them for worthiness by the standards of my people. Given the weighted situation of this marriage I do not foresee any complications with this due to the special circumstances. Your daughter can prove herself worthy at a later date if the marriage goes through, for the sake of formality. I have explained this much to her already and she is willing to agree, if you approve of the marriage then that matter can be handled without too much trouble I believe as your daughter looks capable enough to meet the few requirements we have. I will submit to this ‘betrothal’ period if that is how your people judge my worthiness. Once that is done the marriage itself takes place. Traditionally the potential couple is presented to my people formally and it is asked if anyone present feels they would make a more suitable match for either the man or the woman then the one they are currently set to marry. If not the marriage proceeds, this is the expected outcome due to the unique circumstances. Alternatively if there is someone who steps forward they challenge the one they feel they are a better choice then. The two then use whatever means to show they are the better choice. I was challenged with my first marriage in such a way, the challenger did not maintain their challenge long as I showed I was more deserving. Some use violence, some use words, anything that results in one of the two either dead, or much more commonly rescinding their challenge will mark the winner. Whoever wins the challenge, whether it was the original man or woman or not, the marriage then proceeds. I can assure you, no one would challenge me on this matter so you have nothing to fear, it would be little more then a formality at this point. Once any challenge is settled, or if there is no challenge one of our priests then places their hand on the hand of the couple and asks the blessings of our five gods. Once that is done the priest lowers their hand and formally announces the newly married couple. The couple then leaves and the wedding is over, typically the couple head directly to their bed chambers to get started on the prospect of heirs, but as I have heirs of my own, such a thing can wait if your laws require it.”
After giving Esther plenty of time to translate all of that he adds, “I propose that, if a marriage is agreed upon, I will take part in whatever ceremony your people have first. Once that marriage is complete and your people consider us husband and wife, I will then leave with Barbeta for my own lands and we will then be married by the traditions of my people so the Ningo recognize her as my wife. I will also ensure she is able to visit you when timing and circumstances allow, after all she is your daughter and our homes are much farther apart then normal. In addition, by our laws if your daughter ever wishes to no longer be married to me, all she has to do is move back into her family’s home permanently, whether I am aware of it or not. In such a case any children we have would still have a claim to Patrician if they can prove themself more worthy then their other siblings. If she were to make such a choice I would accept her taking our eldest son with her to keep with your laws of succession, any other children she and I can work out who those children are left with between ourselves as we would consider that more of a personal matter. Do you have any further questions concerning these matters? I tell them to you so there are no surprises about what I have planned, and I believe they are reasonable enough. As by Ningo tradition one cannot bed their potential husband or wife until the marriage is complete, and I can promise you her safety on the trip through our lands as I can take care of both of us, after all I killed the Dire Wolf I wear as a cloak without the use of weapons. I normally have weapons as well. I also would have guards escort us as well as an added precaution."
Esther translates everything, what is said once again. Except the part, which was said just purely for her. To that, Esther answers in Ningo language, “Thank you for your offer, but my place is beside my Princess. I will never leave her, unless she asks. If these betrothal will be done, you will be able to see,what a strong and promising leader she is. You will want to be beside her too…” Esther smiles and finishes to translate everything else.
Barbeta just once again grows quiet and observes everyone.
The topic of the dragons has already been waved off with a dismissive gesture. The King does not seem to be interested in these mighty creatures, as if not /really/ believing in their existence - a trait that may put them on par with the former Gods of Two Rivers. It is however, when Agostino speaks of the trade hub, that Barret leans forward, his eyes narrowing a tad as he listens to Esther’s translation of the words.
“There is no issue with the neutrality,” he remarks, his brows furrowing, “it is a necessity rather, if we are to live as allies side by side in the future. I am quite surprised to hear your people wouldn’t take such a state so well, and even more that you would not accept the challenge but succumb to the doubts your subjects may have. You mean to have it then at the southern most part of the Dark Forest, as a pure Ningo settlement - helped by our ‘gifts’ of durable stone? Even in your logic this must appear odd. Like you were not accepting the offered hand, but rather despise taking it. No…” The king grumbles as he pauses, shaking his head. “If this will be a trade hub, both people of Two Rivers and the Ningo must settle there. There really is no alternative. I do not see an issue in questions of architecture. As for the question of neutrality, I see that will be most important. And I fear if we don’t find a way to settle this argument, then I doubt there is any chance for our people to learn how to live in peace together. I am sure that a way can be found how this settlement can thrive under the protection of both our kingdoms. There can be a city council, equally formed from Ningo and Two Rivers people, that take care of the matters of the settlement.”
The king studies Agostino most attentively and with emphasis, before he continues. “As for the contracts… yes I agree. They would have to be read aloud, as Esther here is not able to read and write, being of common birth. There is really not much to discuss about the line of succession within Two Rivers. You may of course allow Barbeta to look into that for you, but indeed, things could not be otherwise than I have laid them out to you already. The marriage should go as you proposed, as it will be held first here according to Two Rivers customs, before you can have another wedding in your lands. This sounds reasonable to me.” A nod is given to the Ningo leader, as well as a smile.
The king turns then to Barbeta. “All I will do at this point is confirm my intention to negotiate a betrothal between you two. I cannot announce such a betrothal until the contracts have been signed. I feel some matters will take longer than this one meeting to work out between Patrician Agostino and I…” And here his brown eyes shift to the Ningo leader. “I would be honoured if you could stay for a few days, as our guest. That would give us time for a council meeting, where I can discuss our options with my advisors, but also for more meetings where we can get into the details about this trade hub.”
Esther once again, translates, everything, what the King of Two Rivers says. Then she listens carefully for the answer of the Agostino, who says, “You would be comfortable having a settlement your people have built be declared neutral territory? That is the issue my people would have. Not sharing the same settlement with your people. We would have no problems sharing the same walls with your people, the issue is that my people would expect the city to be owned by us legally. If you wish to have representatives from both sides acting as administrators that is fine, though as a Ningo settlement those administrators would still have to follow our laws. With that said, we would provide places for your people to live in the way your people are accustomed to living, as long as the architecture allows. I will not agree to different districts for our people however, it creates artificial boundaries to separate our people, the point is for them to live together. Bottomline, legally the settlement would belong to us. At the same time both people are allowed to live there together freely. If its a needed compromise, I will allow administrators for the settlement with representatives from both sides to live there, though the settlement will follow Ningo laws, and so my word would veto that of this council. I will admit I do not see many reasons for me to exercise that veto power however. Your people will be allowed to hold the same positions as my own people as long as they display an acceptable level of cooperation with our culture. After all we wouldn’t want a member of the guard favoring one side or the other, or displaying a lack of understanding of the laws and customs of the people who own the settlement, however big it may get.” he then would nod to the offer of staying as a guest to work out the details better.
During that time, the young princess just nods for her father, agreeing with his thoughts and decisions. Then she turns to Agostino and says, “If you agree to stay, Esther and I could show you around…” She smiles.
Then Esther translates, what the foreigner said, “My King, Agostino here, agrees with your idea, that the settlement, which will be created by both nations would be administered by people of both Kingdoms and they are willing to find a way, that two so different nations could live together. He feels honored to be your guest.”
Then she turn to Agostino and translates, what the young princess offers.
A fine smile is offered to the Ningo leader when Barret straightens in his chair. “That seems to be the gist of your reasoning, Patrician Agostino. You keep returning to the topic of building it on your own, which is not the way it has to happen. But -” and here his hand goes up in a placating gesture - “I sense this may be a topic I need to consult with my advisors on before I can discuss it further with you. I am so far quite intrigued by the idea, even though I would think the settlement should be a common effort and as such not granted to either of us. Although I am glad you do not want our people to live in separate districts, and I at least agree with you there.”
There is a scraping sound on the floor as he pushes himself away from the table and rises from his seat - the sign their meeting is over, for now. “Quarters will be prepared for you and your men, to make your stay as comfortable as possible. If there is something lacking, do not hesitate to ask. And if you feel the need to speak with me before our next official meeting, do not hesitate to send for me.” His facial expression softens into a smile. “My daughter here has already offered to show you the castle.”
“One thing though,” the king continues, as he glances from Agostino to Barbeta. “We should not spread word about any betrothal negotiations within the castle before the contracts have not been signed. After all, this is a development that may surprise quite a lot of people in Two Rivers.” And towards Barbeta, her father adds at a lower volume, with a faint glare entering his gaze. “We two need to talk, daughter.” The glare is faint enough, and tempered by the smile that is still present in his features.
“Will you come with me, Patrician Agostino?”, Lord Jarvis has finally caught the hint and rises as well, a faint smile curling his lips as well. His manner is all respectful and polite. At least towards the foreign leader. “I will see to the arrangements of rooms and such.” A glance is exchanged with Barret, and the king will nod. “I’d be grateful, Lord Jarvis, if you could see to that.”