Letter 13 - Kei to Gin
The world has fallen off it's axis, and I am going to be crushed by the
weight. You must keep my letters safe, or burn them. I would not have
you involved without warning you of the danger I have put you.
As soon as the Archprelate of Organics arrived, carried in a cushioned
palanquin by a troop of Prince Auron's own guard, the palace staff became
silent and invisible, for the most part. It felt as if all the creatures
of the forest were hiding before the onslaught of a fierce storm.
I was summoned to meet old Gorin, and so I went. He was fit for a man of
his supposed age. We drank tea as he talked frankly of his hopes for the
future. I am not at liberty to break that confidence, but I think you
would not have been displeased by his opinions. He loaned me several
books, and asked if I would lend him my arm for the walk to the presence
It was then my great honor to usher him into the convention of
Archprelates. Prince Auron sat enthroned, attending with several of his
bodyguards. I was invited by Gorin to stay, despite or because of the
evil looks I was getting from your master. I had no idea he hated me that
One of the Dowager Princess' waiting ladies came in then, requesting my
presence, so I withdrew gracefully, taking Gorin's books with me.
Ralida seemed agitated, but retained a placid facade when her maids were
in the room. She spoke of trivialities, and seemed to be little more than
wasting my time. I suspect she was helping Prince Auron by keeping me
away from the action. Had she confided as much to me, I'd have been
content to retire to an antechamber and occupy myself with reading, but
this was not to be.
It may have been an hour, maybe two, before a page entered with a
whispered message. The Dowager Princess seemed to visibly relax, although
she was no less troubled. She then informed me that all five archprelates
had killed each other in a magical duel, two on two with the oldest
Archprelate ajudicating. It was one of those freak accidents that "just
happen", and it was all very tragic, and the services were prepared for
I suspect the freak accident had somthing to do with Prince Auron's
bodyguards mistakenly pointing their swords at the archprelate's hearts
and thoughtlessly thrusting.
Now I must regard myself as captive in an enemy camp. I have no idea what
is to happen next. I am sending you all of my notes, and a good deal of
plain paper, because I have no idea when I will be able to write next, or
even if this letter will get delivered. I intend to take it down to the
transient's bazaar, and pay a courier enough to deliver it despite bribe
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