"The one who owns the mare, a handsome man," your mother said, patting her mousy hair, "The mare bore the risk of birthing it. You should side with him."

Viyan made a soft cluck in the back of her throat. "Custom says the owner of the stallion should have it. The two mated without his permission, and the stallion is of good stock. Do not reward treachery."

The two farmers glared at each other.

> side with the stallion
> side with the mare
> take the foal for yourself

>>41364339
> side with the stallion

Side with Viyan on this matter.

>>41364339
>> side with the stallion

respect the customs.

>>41364339
> take the foal for yourself
Let's eat!

>>41364339
> side with the stallion

this is christian custom right chiri?

>>41364339
> side with the stallion

Custom dictates it so.

>>41364339
> take the foal for yourself
Or cut it in half

>>41364339
> side with the mare

I don't get what this situation is. What did the men tell us, HF? You're just giving us biased second-hand accounts of it.

>>41364339
> take the foal for yourself
Everyone eats foal today

>>41364437
>eating Horse

Mongol please

>>41364339
> side with the stallion

>>41364388
It is known.

>>41364448
They said it was from good stock, so it's fine

You raised a hand palm outward.

"If custom demands it, let it be so, the foal goes to the owner of the stallion," you said, trying to make your voice sound strong.

Those who watched seemed to judge it the prudent decision. Though one left grumbling still, the other farmer bowed to you in respect.

Your mother however looked disappointed.

"You never listen to me," she chitted, sliding from her chair and walking away. Your mother was like that, her mood swung from one end to the other with little instigation.

The duties of the court came to an end, and Lady Viyan took your arm as you slid from the chair. Of course to the world she was your brother's concubine Chihirizahd, but the two of you knew each other well. She walked with you to the stairs, putting herself between you and the eyes of your so-called Uncle Hermann.

Maggie, rose cheeked and grinning, came to attend you along with the Jewess Rachel. If Maggie objected to Jews she had said no cross word on the matter in your hearing. You were accustomed to Semites, one had bounced you on his knee since you had been very small.

"What else for the day?" Maggie asked.

You passed Solomon and Tancred, who spoke on martial things. Solomon had his sword in his hands, showing it to Tancred and talking him through its properties. For his part the an-at-arms seemed interested.

Your own handmaids were not so engrossed in each other's company. They hanged off your words, waiting.

> perhaps you might study
> a spot of martial sport
> a sojourn into town

>>41364469
>> a sojourn into town

>>41364469
> perhaps you might study

[INT intensifies]

>>41364469
> a spot of martial sport
"Y'all ever tried archery before?"

>>41364469
> perhaps you might study
Read about dead men and their living deeds

>>41364469
>> perhaps you might study

>>41364337
>>41364339
>jews, pagans and the moody
An improper court

>>41364469
> perhaps you might study
Let's try Accounting. Maybe Rachel can help.

"Reading seems a good bit of sport," you said, "Time spent reading together, sharpening our minds."

"Perhaps an adventure story," Rachel suggested, "Or maybe something a little naughty."

That caused a small giggle with the girls, your own blush more affected than true. You take the girls up to a solar. A lounging area where there is sun enough to read from and comfortable chairs to sit on. It housed a small library, some books and psalters that could be read for entertainment, and a couple of meatier texts meant for education.

A game board had also been set up. Shatranj pieces carefully assembled.

Chihirizahd took to the bench and lounged much as you thought a harem girl might, while the others took up cushioned chairs.

"Ooh, the Song of Solomon," you said, hands brushing its bindings. You'd heard it was a saucy read, at the nunnery a few of the older girls had been giggling over a passage. Certainly it got the attention of your companions who shared dirty glances.

"The Song of Roland," that made the girls sigh. Roland was everything a girl dreamed of in a man.

"Or maybe the Physiologus," you said, tapping the binding of that heft tome. That drew a round of disgust and boredom.

> read the Song of Roland
> read the Song of Solomon
> read some of Physiologus

>>41364636
> read some of Physiologus

the Girls can read Solomon we have INT to do!

>>41364636
>> read some of Physiologus


Chiri, help.

>>41364636
> read the Song of Roland

>>41364644
These girls can't read.

>>41364726
[citation needed]

Maggie at least is noble born and the Jew girls are basically semi-Burgher material.

>>41364469
pls switch to another character
kill maggie if need be

You drew out the Physiologus, and flipped through it to a page you felt appropriate.

"Natures three of lions are found with a mystical reading," you read aloud for the benefit of your friends. It was the custom to so in company. You held the book open before you, tracing a line with your finger. For their part they listened, sitting forward as you went through the text on lions.

"Stands in his might the lion, on the highest peak of the mountain." You read until your lips ran dry, and passed the text to Maggie who read aloud the next portion.

"So that none most skilled can tell the road he has travelled," she said.

They did not pass the book to Rachel. She read only a little in Hebrew. Chihirizahd had her Latin letters, and read some portions in a delightful voice, speaking finely as a poet.

It made the circle of you each, stopping to drink but continuing as your friend left off until you had read near half the text.

Rachel applauded. She had found it engrossing.

You sat and talked a while on the text.

"The lion is a representation, not just a natural beast but in the text represents the majesty of earthly power," you said.

"Perhaps," Chihirizahd said, "It is certainly not just a share of animal traits. I've read texts in Arabic that are more instructional on the parts and properties of animals."

"You agree then?" you asked.

The concubine smiled. "In my experience the lion is a lazy brute, so I do not agree with the text, but you parse it correctly," she said.

That made you smile, a warm glow in your chest.

"Shall we read another?" Maggie asked, flipping to the next chapter. She seemed eager to continue reading. She'd been diligently studying what Ibrahim could teach her.

> yes, that would be pleasant
> no, play Shatranj instead
> no, find some other distraction

>>41364768
No, we have to git gud at Intrigue so HF will stop bitching at us.

>>41364777
>> yes, that would be pleasant

>>41364777
>In my experience the lion is a lazy brute

oy!

> yes, that would be pleasant

>>41364777
> yes, that would be pleasant

>>41364777
should we learn Arabic?

>>41364777
> no, play Shatranj instead
Gotta train that INT
other wise, keep reading and read about eagles/falcons.

"Concerning the Ant!" Maggie began, but half way through the first verse was rudely undercut.

"Boring!" a new voice cut in, "So boring!"

Your sister had snuck in the solar, and sat atop a chair on all fours, grinning gap teeth at Maggie.

"You girls are so boring!" she climbed onto the head of the chair, balancing precariously, "Just sitting in a room reading stupid books. You should be outside chasing frogs."

"Frogs?" you said, you did not think Ramla had frogs.

"Frogs or-or-or something!" she said, springing off the back of the chair. It slammed back onto the ground and Giselle landed in front of you on her belly. She giggled, rolled over and kicked her feet at you. "Come on, let's go horse riding or something. I heard you tried fighting with swords. We could do that. That sounds fun."

You groaned. The girl was a handful of headache.

"You need to learn better manners," you said, "You'll be a lady soon, and you won't be allowed to run around barefoot in the dirt."

"Poop," Giselle replied, rolling backwards onto her feet, "I'm going to marry a man that likes a bit of dirt."

"Men don't like dirt!" you snapped, trying to grab the girl.

"That's not true, Sir Solomon is always going on about how he loves his wife for her dirt. He says she is the dirtiest girl he's ever met!"

You exploded into a blush at that. The girl capered about not at all understanding what Sir Solomon had met. You were not so innocent. Maggie burst into laughter however, and managed to get the girl under an arm.

"What should we do with this scamp m'lady?" she asked, looking to you.

> throw her to the dogs!
> punish her with a bath
> release the tiresome creature

>>41364852
>"That's not true, Sir Solomon is always going on about how he loves his wife for her dirt. He says she is the dirtiest girl he's ever met!"

kek

> punish her with a bath

>>41364852
>> punish her with a bath

>>41364852
> punish her with a bath
"You can't even lift a sword, brat."

>>41364852
> punish her with a bath

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>>41364777
>the concubine smiled. "In my experience the lion is a lazy brute"
Is Charizard talking shit about us? Are we getting played?

>>41364954
No need to be so mistrustful.

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>>41364967
>court is Infiltrated
>No need to be so mistrustful

"This foul beast," you pointed to your wriggling sister, "Is in dire need of a bath!"

Giselle's eyes widened. "No!" she cried.

"Yes," you replied, brows lowered and grin forming. With the help of your handmaidens you wrestled the girl out of the room and down the corridor.

Batghing was a common custom in the Levant. In the larger towns and cities there were communal bath houses. Ramla was not so large. However your brother had a taste for staying clean, and had put a bath in his own room. You ordered servants to fetch hot water and had it filled. Giselle looked at it as if it were the wheel and she a criminal to be broken upon it.

Jug by piping hot jug the bath was filled, and with the help of your friends you had Giselle out of her gown. A naked pink little otter, she tried to slither free and break off into the keep, but Rachel had her by the legs and Maggie pinned her arms. Together they tossed the girl into the water with a splash, ignoring her flailing limbs and foul language.

"I hate you!" she yelled at you.

You laughed. "Scrub her red!" you said, overseeing your forces like a general of Rome.

Scrubbing brushes came out and they scoured the dirt from her back, her belly, under her feet. She tried not to giggle when they scrubbed her toes, but swallowed a mouthful of water and was soon choking on dirty water and laughter both.

"Fetch a pretty dress," you said to Chihirizahd. Your vengeance was almost complete. Giselle was pulled from the water and forced into a very pretty dress, her hair expertly braided by Rachel. Done until she was the image of a proper German lady. Giselle glared at the girls sourly, and most sourly for you. Her cheeks bright pink, her limbs scrubbed to a bright shade of pink.

She scratched at her skin, itchy for being clean for the first time this month.

You were in the process of devising some new torture when a cry went up.

Oh yeah, HF, I forgot to thank you for the tittyfucking last thread. So, thanks!

Chihirizahd had watched it all with a girlish glee, eager to join in on the game of playful torment.

"Riders!" someone yelled from the floor below.

There came the sound of a warning horn and you heard men curse as they prepared for whatever trouble rode towards Ramla.

You ran to the window. Upon the horizon, on the road from Jerusalem, was a galloping band of Saracens. Armed and armoured as if for war, pinions flaring from long spears.

> run to the grounds and take command
> watch from where you were

>>41365037
> run to the grounds and take command

>>41365037
>> run to the grounds and take command

>>41365037
> run to the grounds and take command

it's Sabeen

>>41365037
>> run to the grounds and take command

Don't forget your sword.

>>41365037
>> run to the grounds and take command

Its probably only Sabeen, though.

Haha

>>41365037
> run to the grounds and take command
Gotta do Wilhelm proud
even if it is just Sabeen

Can just imagine the people of Ramla

>Great... First the Jews now the Saracens. There goes the neighbourhood

Sorry had to go make dinner. give me a sec.

>>41365139
Putting down a local race riot would be quite a notch on Mathilde's belt, huh?

>>41365149
>Im not racist but ever since we got that Frank as lord this city has gone downhill!

>>41365139
>>41365149
>wait...is that a girl leading the soliders
>man this fucking town
>I should have stayed in Ascalon

>>41365174
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_oh9LrvB5PE

>>41365185
haha great choice

>>41365185
King louis is going to be singing Hellfire during the second crusade right?

>>41365200
it is really important that we help manage the second crusade

>>41365210
its going to be a serious mess regardless of if its managed or not

>>41365236
Lets of egos who hate eachother and a bunch of competent and angry Turks.

>>41365236
The important thing is that Spain and Portugal get their Moor problem taken care of. If we can at least manage that, it means we're just as good as historical forces were.

>>41365242
not mention logistics & greed

>>41365247
they are going to manage it regardless of us considering how little input we have there

>>41365247
I think what we should focus on is preserving the county of edessa

>>41365251
>greed

Do not attack Damascus Baldwin goddamnit!

Strangely enough the Emir of Damascus was still sad when Baldwin died even after that truce breaking

You raced from your brother's chamber, leaving the other girl's in your wake. You took stairs two at a time, your pace inelegant. You burst through the hall and round a bend until you were among the armoured menfolk.

Solomon pointed with his curved blade, a helm upon his head, a maile shirt upon his body.

"Archers on the walls, damn man this is life and death, don't trip on your brothers!"

He booted one staggering fool out there.

"Solomon!" you said, grabbing at his trunk thick arm.

He looked down at you. "What is it girl?" he asked.

"Solomon, I must have armour," you said.

He shook his head. "No time for foolishness like that." He strode out the door, roaring at his soldiers.

You fetched a shirt of maile yourself, pulled it on over your head, then fetched sword and shield, chased after the man. Wilhelm had left you in charge, you would not shame him by cowering in a solar.

While ranks and files formed you ran to the stable. Unhitched a door and took a horse by the reins. It tossed its head but you stared it down, led it out into the yard. You stroked its neck before mounting awkwardly into the saddle.

The soldiers were marching forth quickly. You set heel to horse and galloped past them. One called up at you as you sped by but you ignored those calls and rode for the walls of Ramla.

Tancred was already there arranging other men. You dismounted before him.

"No," he said, and pointed back to the tower, "You remain with the women."

"No!" you said back, pushing at his chest with the rim of your shield, "I'm the lady of Ramla, and I'll defend its walls!"

You looked to the soldiers. Some were boys near an age with you.

"Who is man enough to stand with me?" you asked.

Spears came up as you climbed the stairs onto the wall proper. Up until you looked out over the dusty fields of your brother's keep. Tancred came to stand beside you.

>>41365262
like holding back the tide anon

>>41365273
we can do one of two things

1.try to sabotage relations with damascus so its a Honorable target

2.foster said relationship and not attack

"God's breath," he said, glaring ahead but his words meant for you.

You faced the column of riders with a lump in your throat. Felt the steel in your hand. More men crowded around you. The stench of their sweat filling your nostrils. It was all an exciting rush, but fear had its place in your heart.

A rider dashed forth from the column, and a familiar voice called.

"Ho Ramla, what is all the excitement?" Sabeen called, pulling off her helm and presenting you with a dazzling white grin.

Tancred gave a bark of laughter and closed a hand on your shoulder. "Lucky, lucky," he said, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes.

The gate was opened to let Sabeen and her riders came in. Fifteen men behind her. The proud warrior looked around with some amusement at the commotion she had stirred.

"I've come to call on Lord Wilhelm, is he around?" she asked.

Solomon shook his head, taking her reins and helping her off the stamping horse. The woman patted the front of her thighs, gave a puff of breath.

"He's off in Jerusalem," Solomon said. Sabeen gave an annoyed suck on her teeth.

> greet Lady Sabeen
> Don't worry I'm in charge!

>>41365311
> greet Lady Sabeen
> Don't worry I'm in charge!

>>41365311
I don't get what the difference is between those two options.

>>41365311
> greet Lady Sabeen

Welcome her and have someone find a place to station her men

>>41365311
>> greet Lady Sabeen
>> Don't worry I'm in charge!

>>41365326
>> Don't worry I'm in charge!

Sounds like a child saying having to reassure that she is in charge or she is just being relaxed about ti while talking to Sabeen. I'd say the first option is the most Lady-like

>>41365311
> greet Lady Sabeen
she's a Lady?

>>41365311
> greet Lady Sabeen

>>41365347
Sabeen ? Yeah.

>>41365311
Changing
>>41365320
to
> greet Lady Sabeen

>>41365347
more denoting respect than her holding rank

Hey, we should ask Daniel to keep an eye out for suspicious activity, sorta like the Order command in Ro3K.

>>41365398
he's not here right now, he left with Orlando & Hugo

>>41365406
Wow, so it was either exploit/blackmail Daniel or have a useless man, huh? God, this whole situation pisses me off.

"Lady Sabeen," you stepped forward. After handing your sword to one of Tancred's men. "Welcome to Ramla." You did as best a curtsy as you could in your maile dress.

"Eh?" she looked down at you, "Ah, Lady Mathilde. I was just with your brother in Jaffa. It's good to see you are well. Playing a game of soldiers?" She tapped your shield.

You went a little red. "'Tis no game my lady," you said.

"True, Mathilde here was prepared to stand the wall when we thought you a Saracen band," Tancred said, putting a hand again on your shoulder, "As brave a lass as any man."

You went even more red at that, but kept your proud bearing.

Sabeen unsaddle her horse and took the saddle over her shoulder. A page came to take it from her. She stretched out her back.

"We are a Saracen band, Tancred," she said, stretching out her bare shoulder.

"You know what I meant," he replied, plucking at a moustache.

She rapped her knuckles upon his shoulder. "Your boy Odo is doing well by the way, when he isn't in his wine cups with Aymal," she said. Tancred smiled for hearing it. She looked around. "I could stand to eat." She said, patting her belly.

On seeing that there was no threat, the common folk and gentle people of the keep began to reappear. Father Desmond and Lady Rosalie approached. You saw your own friends waiting by the keep gate.

"If you are hungry, I would be happy to entertain you," Rosalie said with a wide smile for the warrior.

> offer to host Sabeen at your own table
> defer to Rosalie

>>41365423
> offer to host Sabeen at your own table
We should inquire after Hugo.

>>41365423
> offer to host Sabeen at your own table

She is our guest and it is our christian duty to shelter and feed them saracen or not

>>41365423
> offer to host Sabeen at your own table
Practice time!

>>41365419
don't worry anon we'll get our comeuppance eventually

Goddammit you fucks we need to Intrigue

>>41365423
> offer to host Sabeen at your own table

she's a guest right?

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Whoa, whoa, whoa, how good is our chef? A good chef can make or break a lord's future.

>>41365472
She is fine. Good enough for the Queen during her visit.

>>41365482
Rosalie's our chef? I thought she did the seneschally stuff.

>>41365493
No. But our chef is female.

"No, I insist you must eat with me," you said, hooking an arm around Sabeen's.

She looked down on you and gave a funny little chuckle.

"I cannot refuse such a forward advance," she said, "I'd be happy to dine with you my lady."

Rosalie gave you a hawkish glare. The two of you did not get along particularly well. You led Sabeen by arm up to the castle.

When you had her back to the keep your friends gathered around. She had not been especially close to any of the girls, so they gathered around her as if she were an exotic beast. The Jewish girls had never seen a woman under arms before, and openly gaped.

"Did you see Hugo?" Maggie asked, a similar question was on your mind, "How was he?"

Sabeen's smile, one of excited glee, softened to one of warm affection.

"He was well," she said, "For as short a time as we were together. He was in good spirits."

You say Maggie's expression drop a little. All women hoped their men would suffer for their absence. A sorrowful pang for their absence.

Sabeen settled at a table and you sent your handmaids to fetch hot food from the kitchen and water as well. But when Sabeen was offered water she asked for beer, which soon replaced it. She chewed through her bowl of pottage and drank deep.

"It's good to be back," she said, and took a swig of beer.

But she looked around the hall as if she missed something. That something that should be here was absent.

Your brother, of course. Perhaps she was in love with him? Many women swooned for Wilhelm. You would not hold it against Sabeen if she was.

"I apologize for my brother's absence," you said.

Sabeen tisked. "No need to be sorry, it's not your fault. I saw him but a week ago," she drank again from her tankard. When she lowered her tankard though she snorted. "Ah, you meant Wil." She rolled her eyes, slapped her own head. "He's always here than there. Sooner to be disappointed by the wind than with that man."

She pulled up her sword and placed it on the table. Rachel ran a hand across the black leather scabbard. She looked to Sabeen with questioning eyes and Sabeen gave her a shrug. She drew forth an inch of the blade to show water patterned steel.

"Much trouble on the road?" Chihirizahd asked, sitting beside her friend.

She broke crust from her bread and offered it to Sabeen. Sabeen took a bite from Chihirizahd's finger tips, munched it down

Sabeen shook her head. There was a glumness coming upon her as her eyes scanned the hall.

> distract her with conversation
> ask her what's ruined her mood

>>41365598
>> ask her what's ruined her mood

>>41365598
>> ask her what's ruined her mood

"is something wrong ?"

>>41365598
> distract her with conversation
Tell her about the time we would've totally beaten Hugo

>>41365598
> distract her with conversation

paaaaaaaaay attention to meeeeeeeeeeeeee

>>41365598
> "Holy shit, Viya- er, uh, Chiharizard, are you all right!?"
> get Ibrahim to see after Viyan's hand

>>41365672
Kek. Totally missed how that could be read

You should just roll HF

>>41365672
>BEER: Not Even Once.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

1 to distract
2 to ask

"You know we were just reading before you arrived," you said, "Perhaps you could join us in the solar?"

Sabeen looked over at you with a grin. "In the 'solar'? Heh. I've never been one for solar reading. What the hell, why not?" She took up her sword from Rachel's hands, finished her beer.

You rose from your seat and walked beside Lady Sabeen.

"It must be exciting to have as much freedom as your father gives you," you said, "You get to ride where ever you wish, answer to no man."

That got a scowl from Sabeen, but it was not anger directed at you. "My father is a puffed up prideful old man," she said, "And believe me, after a while riding to no place in particular becomes a chore in itself. One day you will want a place to ride home to, with someone waiting there."

She threatened to turn glum again.

You showed her into the solar.

"Oh you must have so many adventures you could tell us," you said. The other girls went to sit around the warrior woman. She stood surrounded and looked at each of them as if she didn't know what to make of them. She must be as unused to girls in fine cloth as you were women clad in steel.

Finally she sat cross legged, sword upon her lap.

"What would you want to know?" she asked.

"Tell us about the lands you've visited," Maggie said.

"Or the battles you've fought!" Giselle said.

"Or the handsome men you've met!" Rachel said, and then broke into a blush when the other girls giggled.

Chihirizahd shrugged. "Talk on whatever comes to mind."

> ask about the fine men
> ask about the battles
> ask about the lands she had visited
> let Sabeen speak whatever was on her mind

>>41365598
Ask her

Bonding time

>>41365774
> let Sabeen speak whatever was on her mind

>>41365774
>ask what was on her mind

it's probably important

>>41365774
>> let Sabeen speak whatever was on her mind

Let's not question Chiri's wisdom

>>41365774
> let Sabeen speak whatever was on her mind

>>41365797
whore wisdom

>>41365774
>> let Sabeen speak whatever was on her mind

>>41365774
>> ask about the fine men

>>41365805

I'm pretty sure it's friend's wisdom for Mathy but whatever

Funny. Chiri was actually the reason Sabeen had to flee Sidon after she killed that tavern guest. Wonder if they ever talked about that.

>>41365774
>> ask about the fine women

>>41365774
> ask about the lands she had visited
Mathilde's still new here, maybe they can swap stories about both of their travels

>>41365824

They had plenty of time to do it when they were camped outside of Jerusalem

>>41365837
Sabeen spent half the time listening to Chiri telling her what a good lay Wil is

>>41365774
> ask about the lands she had visited

curiosity

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>>41365825

"There's no pressure," you said, "Speak on whatever you like."

Sabeen grinned. Rocked back a little.

"It's not often I have such a captive audience," she said, "What should I speak about? Hmm. All your questions are good. I have traveled far, I have visited many lands, I have met many interesting people, and I have seen battle. Damascus is a city like no other. Rich, strong, beautiful, but it is nothing compared to Baghdad. Baghdad is the Jewel of the Rivers, a land of riches and wonder. The House of Wisdom which keeps more tomes of knowledge than any other land on earth. Universities where the most brilliant of men debate, learn and invent new creations. If you were asked 'where does greatness lie?' the only truthful answer is Baghdad."

She looked to each of you and whistled. "But cities are not so interesting. They are all full of people and people are much the same the world over. From Armenia to Egypt. Different in skin, hair, eyes, but the heart does not change, they all want the same things."

Sabeen smiled.

"I have met three men I would call truly great and maybe one I would call truly good. The first was the lord of my father, Zengi. A tyrant and a snake, but to look upon him you cannot deny his presence. It draws the air from you. The second was a warrior who served him. A handsome man, brave and cunning named Shirkuh." You saw a slight blush on Sabeen's dark cheek. "The last was a German knight, charming and bold, who went from nothing to a lordship in half a year. You all know him." She shot you a grin.

"Who was the good man?" Chihirizahd asked.

Sabeen looked down at her lap. "Him I only met recently in Jaffa," she did not speak more on whoever 'he' was, or give a name.

"We have to ask ourselves, as warriors, who we are fighting for," she said, "Is it for God, for ourselves, for our land? This question has been on my mind recently. Why fight, and what is worth killing for."

"Do you have an answer?" you asked.

She gave a small laugh. "I've no answer to that question yet, but I'm trying to find one. It is why I broke compact with my father and ride under my own banner. It is a luxury few other women have. I shall try not to take it for granted."

She looked to each of you in turn. "We all die," she said, "We all just hope to die for something that has some meaning."

It struck a chord in you. There was truth in those words.

Then she crooked a grin. "Battle is like sex. If it isn't for a reason, it is not worth your time. A whole lot of noise and sweat, a bit of excitement, but it leaves you with nothing on the morrow."

That made you blush bright red. You looked to the other girls. They did not seem as embarrassed for such candid talk, thogh they exchanged little giggles. You wondered which among them were virgins as you were. You only knew for certain on Viyan's.

"I require a bath," Sabeen said, getting to her feet, "And a bed. My arse could do with pillows for a while. And my body some linen instead of maile."

The girls broke to give her space.

> show her to the provided chambers
> let one of your servants escort her

>>41365995
> show her to the provided chambers

>>41365984
>"The last was a German knight, charming and bold, who went from nothing to a lordship in half a year. You all know him."

yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssss

>>41365995
> let one of your servants escort her

>>41365995
>> show her to the provided chambers

>>41365995
> show her to the provided chambers
"Pardon, but could we have a spar on the morrow?"

>>41366005

you missed the point anon, the man she loves is the good one
>"Him I only met recently in Jaffa
and then she goes on about trying to find something to fight for. That something can be Hugo
Truly our battle maiden, I'm touched

>>41366021

Also, she finally considers Hugo a man and not a boy anymore.
Things are looking good

>>41365995
>> show her to the provided chambers

>>41366021
I was more hyped about her thinking Wilhelm is on par with Zengi & Shirkuh

>>41366013

Does father and Wil didn't informe us we can't train anymore or we just don't care for what they say?

>>41366033

Yeah, that too

>>41366037
Wilhelm told Solomon and the like that they can't use their Ascalon troop training time for us, Sabeen was given no such command.

>>41366053
Besides. As acting Lady of Ramla we can decide whatever or not we want to. Ofcourse once brother returns we will go back to normal. Consider it a creative view of the rules

>>41366053

Yeah I know, but did they specifically told us to stop or just told Solomon to stop, there's the diference I'm after to support or not that action. While I would like to I don't want to make our situation worse by disobeying and getting in more trouble.

>>41366079
I dont think he ever told Mathilde to stop, only Solomon

"Oh you must let me guide you!" you said, launching to your feet.

She let you take her hand. You led her through the corridors to the quarters maintained for guests.

It was exciting to have her back. You admired her from afar. Beautiful and strong, fighting alongside menfolk so naturally and commanding their respect. In many ways she had become something of an idol for you.

You opened a door to a tidy chamber. Already Sabeen was pulling off her maile shirt. Then even before you closed the door she began to unbutton the gambeson beneath. She let it drop to the floor.

You saw a little scar upon her back, a knot of flesh on her shoulder.

When she turned you saw another upon her arm, a narrow slice, and a slight one upon her collar. But that was all the scars you saw. She untied her breeches.

"Is water coming?" she asked. The tub was empty.

"My lady I insist you teach me some swordsmanship," you said, "Please, on the morrow."

"Swordsmanship?" she said, "Hmm, do you know how to wrestle?"

You shook your head.

"Then you are putting the cart before the horse. If you want to learn to fight, I'll teach you wrestling."

She pulled off her breeches and you noticed she was smooth. Completely shown of hair.

When she saw where you were looking she frowned. "Do Franks do things differently?" she asked.

"I've never known of, um, that," you said, hand drifting unconsciously to your own.

Sabeen laughed. "Truly? It's no major thing. Some wax, a bit of oyster shell or something equally sharp and it comes clean off. Most Saracens style themselves this way. Men and women."

"Oh," you did not know that.

"So, that water?" she hitched her thumb towards the tub.

> get a servant to fetch it
> do it yourself

>>41366132
> do it yourself

>>41366132
> get a servant to fetch it

>>41366132
> get a servant to fetch it

>nobles
>doing it themselves

>>41366132
Get it ourselves
But i`m not against Chiri getting it so she can join us

>>41366132
>> get a servant to fetch it

>>41366167
Wilhelm stop posting

You call for a servant to fetch hot water. Buckets drawn up one after the other filled the tub. Sabeen waited impatiently.

Soon enough though she sank into the hot water. She sighed, the steam clouding her face. She pulled herself up however and half out of the bath gesture to you.

"Would you join me?" she asked, "The tub can easily fit two, and it is not my custom to bathe alone."

> join her
> politely decline

>>41366204
> join her

>>41366204
Politely decline while furiously blushing.

So thats why we don`t like Rose. She`s competition

>>41366204
> join her

>>41366204
> join her

Guys, remember bathing together is not that weird during this time period. Heck even Wil and Solomon bathed together

>>41366236
Mathilde is as straight as an arrow.

>>41366204
>> join her

>>41366204
> join her

>>41366252
this is why I love you HF if the /u/ doesn't fit its not happening

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>>41366252
?

>>41366204
>join her
We`ve seen her naked, bathed together and she`ll manhandle us tomorrow. This will be funny

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>>41366252

Hey, this is sorta like Wil and Solomon
Like, she's white, and she's black

>>41366331
Say, is the Ku Klux Klan sorta like a modern-day holy order?

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>>41366331
who is the better endowed though?

>>41366375
Wil had nothing and made do, and so shall Mathilde.

"Um," you strip off your dress, lower into that hot water yourself. It pulls a sigh from your lips as you sink into it. It was only just enough for two. You found yourself nestled a little against Sabeen's taut, lean body. Your skin was so pale next to hers it seemed a tad ridiculous. She reached a hand up into your hair, and then pushed you under the water. You gasped, water shooting up your nose, and then came up with a laugh.

You turned in the tub so that you faced one another, water dripping from your eyelashes, knees pulled up under your chin.

The black woman smiled, eyes closing.

"This is nice," she said, raising up a smooth leg. She drop it back down with a soft splash.

You watched her very quiet for a time.

"Tell me, have you ever liked a boy?" Sabeen asked suddenly.

You blushed. "There are men that I think are handsome," you said, very tactfully.

"But have you ever liked a boy enough to give yourself to him?" she asked.

Your blush deepened. "I thought so, once, but that ship has sailed. Now I do not know."

Sabeen raised a hand. "Alright, but you think there are handsome men here. Which do you like the look of?"

"Why do you ask?" you replied.

Sabeen circled a hand in the water. "You learn much about a woman by what kind of man she likes." She gave you a sly smile.

> I refuse to answer
> Well...

>>41366405
> Well...
"He won a better life and used that life to protect mine."

>>41366405
> Well...

>>41366405
>> I refuse to answer

>>41366405
> I refuse to answer

So by that logic Mathilde is a dirty ambitious jew

>>41366405
>well...

>>41366405
> I refuse to answer

Girls gotta have some secrets

>>41366405
>Well...

We traveled a lot together...

>>41366405
> I refuse to answer

Everyone hates Jews remember?

>>41366405
> Well...

>>41366507
Not us, we like them well enough. Rachel's our friend, Franz is our friend, Daniel was our sorta boyfriend for a time.

>>41366405
> Well...

>>41366507
Sir Hector isn't a jew, whatchu talkin' about?

>>41366405
>Well..
After we aseer ask her if there is someone she likes

>>41366634
Sir Hector is a brave German knight from Saxony! No jew, nope.

Also Franz is christian. No way he would ever just pretend to be christian after being baptized

What boys did you like? Suddenly you felt a little naughty.

"Well there's a couple I guess," you said, "Sir Hector is very handsome. He's tall, has big arms that you could just die in. And so stoic and loyal." You sighed, thinking about Daniel. Your feelings for him were not as intense as they'd once been. Settled and no longer depending on him for survival had softened some of that thrill you'd felt. Still you could picture yourself with him. "And Sir Etienne is so very charming and smooth. He never seems to miss a step. I think he could sweep a girl off his feet if he wished. But you know..."

You lowered your head, very embarrassed.

"What?" she asked, eyes bright.

"Um..." you blew bubbles, "Tancred is very handsome isn't he?"

Sabeen laughed and you blushed deep. "Oh I knew I shouldn't have said anything!"

It had happened one morning a few days ago. You had seen him training shirtless in the practice yard, drumming around three of Solomon's soldiers. The way his muscles rippled, the sweat on his back, the way he moved. You'd peaked from the window and felt an adult thrill you'd scarce ever felt before. So tall and commanding.

And even outside of that, his steady nature, the way he talked.

He was just so much of a man.

Even thinking about it made you feel a slight tingle.

Which made Sabeen's laughter worse, but when it settled she considered him too.

"Older men, huh," she said, "It's not so odd. My father has never lacked for bed companions even more than half his age"

"What about you?" you asked.

"What about me?" she replied.

"You have to anser my questions now," you said.

Sabeen sighed, gave you a nod. "Ask away."

> what kind of men do you like
> how did you lose your virginity
> do you only like men? I've heard stories...

>>41366654
> do you only like men? I've heard stories...

>>41366654
>> what kind of men do you like
maybe ask
>> do you only like men? I've heard stories...

Afterward

>>41366654
> how did you lose your virginity

>>41366654
> what kind of men do you like

>>41366654
>> do you only like men? I've heard stories...

>>41366654
>> what kind of men do you like

>>41366654
Let`s not offend her assuming she isnt a virgin or that she is a dyke.

>what kind of men do you like

>>41366654
> what kind of men do you like

We told her names so I expect nothing less

>>41366729
We already got a few of them anon

Still cant get over the fact that Sabeen consider Wilhelm equal to Zengi and Shirkuh. That is fucking awesome

>>41366771
Shit is indeed fucking awesome

>>41366768
She told about great men and a good man, not the ones she finds handsome.

>>41366768
IC?

>Sabeen tells Mathilde about the time she first met Wilhelm and how she fell for him during his musical number in the inn

>>41366805
>>41366810
Shirkuh & at the very least mentioned Wilhelm was charming

"What kind of men do you like?" you asked.

"Brave ones," the answer was very quick.

"Oh come on," you splashed water at her, "You must give me names. I gave you names!"

Sabeen splashed you back, cheeks darkening. "If you tell anyone I swear," she said. She lay back, looked at the ceiling. "Your brother is very handsome." She said, voice very soft.

You gasped in delight. She was in love with Wilhelm. "Oh I knew you liked him!" you said.

Sabeen sat up very quickly. "How did you know?" she said, hands to her face, "Am I so obvious?"

You stuck out your tongue and lay back. "A woman just knows these things," you said with a hitch of your shoulder.

"Please don't tell anyone," Sabeen said, looking aside, hand upon her neck, arm wrapped about her chest, "I-I only think I just realized on saying it."

"Oh its fine," you said, "It's not like it can ever be anything. And besides the fact you are a Saracen, he's going to marry the princess anyway."

"Princess?" Sabeen asked, glancing to you. Then she started laughing, splashed you again. "Of course, yes, the princess."

You looked at Sabeen smugly, knowing now her greatest secret, that she was in love with your brother. It made you feel closer to the woman. On more even footing.

The two of you washed with friendly conversation, and once you were done it was time for bed. As you left you saw out the window a woman in the courtyard. She had a bird on her wrist, a pigeon. She released it and it went flying away. You think it flew north.

The woman turned and you saw Rosalie's face as she hurried back into the keep.

> investigate
> best not

>>41366831
>> investigate

I FUCKING TOLD YOU SO!!!

>>41366831
> investigate

HAHA time to intrigue!

>>41366831
> investigate

>>41366831
I would just like to state that Mathilde came to the conclusion that it was Wilhelm while Sabeen only said "brother" she was refering to Hugo.

>"I-I only think I just realized on saying it."

>>41366831
Investigate the woman or the pidgeon?

I think we found our spy guys, flog her and them break her on the wheel.

> investigate

>>41366875
How about we wait and write a letter to brother first ?

>>41366870
Yup, that was confirmed when Mathy menrioned the princess and Sabeen was surprised, she didn`t clear up Mathy`s confusion on purpose to not reveal her secret

Okay, before we go investigating, how do we go about doing so? Do we try to intercept her the next time she does this, or look around her chambers, or interrogate her directly?

>>41366890
Scrawl a note & tuck it somewhere before investigating?

>>41366901
>>41366896
Talk to Chiri. She is pretty much our brothers right hand woman. She will know what to do and will write a letter to our brother. Then we act accordingly to what we know and what Chiri suggest

>>41366912
Ooh, and Chiri even sleeps with Rosalie.

>>41366923
Which means she is in the perfect position to get information from her

>>41366831
>> investigate

welp, at least I made it in time for tail end of the second thread.

>>41366935
I know, Anon, please quit treating me like a child.

>>41366912
This, relay on our friend

>>41366912
>>41366923
>>41366935
This works

You skipped down the stairs very softly, light on the balls of your feet. Creeping about the nunnery had taught you to move quietly. Lest the sisters discover you. You came down the stairs to see Rosalie enter. You came around the corner and saw her duck into a storage room. With great care you came up the corridor until you were at the door.

Light came from around the cracks, the keyhole.

You heard two voices. One was Rosalie.

"One north, one south, as you instructed," she said.

"Is it so hard to serve two masters?" it was a man's voice. You did not recognize it.

"I do not serve willingly," she replied.

"But you serve the same. If you had been more careful with your...predilections, you might not be where you are."

You put your eye to the keyhole, but could only see the back of Rosalie.

"Undress," the man commanded, "I have a need that must be quenched."

"Pig," Rosalie said. But the clothes began to fall away. You felt a hot rush through your body.

He chuckled. "I love finding you man-haters and pulling you under. You'll do anything to keep from being exposed, and even pretend you do not enjoy it."

You saw Rosalie lower herself, and saw the chest of a man. He was seated. You saw Rosalie's head drop, and rise, and a wet sound and you burned bright through your cheeks.

"For a Sappho your tongue knows how to please a man," he said, running a hand through her hair. He gave a sigh.

> continue to watch
> withdraw

>>41366971
>> withdraw

Get Solomon, Get Tancred! Fast

Rolled 3 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>41366971
>withdraw

>>41366971
> withdraw

so she's not the spy.....GUARDS!

>>41366971
> withdraw

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>41366971
>> withdraw

>>41367012
>Sir Etienne (formerly) of Gascony, 26 years old (comrade-in-arms)
>(Jacques)
>Tancred, man-at-arms of Jaffa. 32 years old. (the steady warhorse)
>Ibrahim (54) and Mohmed (19), two Arabian physicians (members-of-staff)
>Sir Hermann of Koblenz, 44 (comrade-in-arms)
>Achilles Angelus, Roman engineer. 41 years old (comrade-in-arms)

WHO IS IT?

We probably won't come back in time with someone.

>>41367042
If we are fast they will be occupied with blowjobs/sex hopefully

>>41367042
Do we still have a sword on us?

>>41367042
we have enough Info to know there's a leak if we can relay this to someone (Chiri/Wilhelm) we can grill Rosalie till she breaks, she doesn't sound to enthusiastic about things.

You pull away from the door, your body hot and mind buzzing. You step gingerly. You did not want the traitor's suspicion to be roused. But you had to move quick as well to catch them in the act. The closest man was Tancred on this floor, but when you searched for him found him missing.

Gone drinking on the town with Solomon and half the men. You put a hand to your throat.

The few left on duty were boys half dressed and distracted with their own games. When you entered they only looked at you for a second before returning to their carousing.

For all that you were Lord Wilhelm's sister, few cared to offer you the authority of your station.

> gather what troops you can to expose the spy
> go to Viyan
> grab a sword and expose them yourself

>>41367069
>> go to Viyan

>>41367069
> gather what troops you can to expose the spy

>>41367069
> go to Viyan

SENPAI! HELP!

>>41367069
>> go to Viyan

>>41366971
> withdraw

Nows not the time.

Better the spy we have pegged.

Also, one north and one south.

I wonder to where and to whom...

>>41367069
> grab a sword and expose them yourself

>>41367069
> gather what troops you can to expose the spy

Need to capture them fast

>>41366985
>Let`s IIsten a little mpre

Try to Id the man

>>41367069
> go to Viyan

Guys witdrawing now has the advantage that we can gather troops and capture them right now on the spot. We will waste that by going to Viyan

Gathering the troops will take too long, Viyan will be of too little use, the sword is the quickest and the most risky way of going about this situation.

>>41367069
get sabeen

>>41367069
> gather who you can and expose the spies
Lets not get vyan we don`t have time, and going alone is suicide

>>41367069
>> gather what troops you can to expose the spy

>>41367133
She's drunk and passed out.

>>41367090
fuck just about anywhere

>>41367119

Going to viyan has the advantage of not exposing the spy.

If we expose this one, we can expect another infiltrator.

Leave the spy alone and we can use it to feed linesof misinformation. Our administrator is an unwilling party after all. She'll be a willing double agent

>>41367069
> gather what troops you can and expose the spy

Isn't exposing/arresting the spy a lesser strategy than moving with the knowledge that there is a spy? We should try to identify the spy instead.

>>41367069
> go to Viyan

we have one spy but not the SECOND one who's the one in charge

>>41367069
>>41367138

Changing to > go to Viyan

>>41367069
>> go to Viyan

>>41367111
What can she do on this situation that doesn`t involve getting raped and killed in front of us?

>>41367069
> go to Viyan

we need to know who the second spy is without them knowing we're onto them

>>41367189
Then we should had stayed and watched.

>>41367069
> go to Viyan

>>41367164

It is. We now have a link we can trace at our leisure and carefully.

If the link is useful, we can feed the info we want. Like what the UK did in WW2 to the German spies.

>>41367188
figuring out who the second spy is

>>41367196
We can still interrogate Rosalie.

>>41367196
that gives us a chance to be caught though if we know rosalie is a leak we can plug it by monitoring her

>>41367034

Might be none of them.

Our little Mathilde doesn't recognise the voice.

We should take the opportunity to walk around the castle and the town more often.

To try and catch the voice.

>>41367069
We should get back there and hide to see who the other spy is when he gets out

>>41367211
Although, Rosalie might die. Hey, let's have Maggie monitor her.

>>41367198
>Yfw she already knows about the spy and is just waiting for Wil to come back.

>>41367223
Oh, but she will, an exemple must be made anon. And if she was blackmailed by that and didn`t seek our help we can`t trust her anymore

You climbed the stairs to reach Viyan's chamber, blood rushing hot through your body, throat seized by fear. You rapped on her door, trying to master the panic within you. She opened the door, pulling on a shawl as she did so.

"Matty, what's wrong?" she asked, head cocked to the side.

You strode in without invitation.

"Rosalie is a spy," you said, "She's woring with another one, a man, spreading my brother's secrets. 'North and south' she said. 'Serving two masters. Is that so hard'?" you sniffed, took a seat upon her bed.

Viyan gave you a cup of water and a smile. She cupped your cheek.

"I know," she said.

That made you sit up.

"I knew she was spying for someone in Jerusalem, most likely Princess Hodierna," she said, "The same way I know Desmond sends messages to the Patriarch. That Etienne spies for the Queen and that Ibrahim sends messages to Baghdad. I thought it harmless. None of these are enemies of my master. But she has changed. She sends a second message now. South, I think to Egypt. Who her master is concerns me."

Oh. You drank the water.

"I have tried to convince Rose that I am faithless," she said, "In hopes that it will reach her master and he approaches me. I tell her little secrets over pillow talk. So far he has not taken my bait."

"Who else knows?" you asked.

"Solomon," Viyan replied, "He is the only one still here I trust completely. Meaning no offence."

You supposed it was childish to be offended, but you were.

"How can I help?" you asked.

Viyan considered you, eyes very wide.

"By staying out of it," she said, "Whoever this man is, he is very dangerous. He would hurt you in ways that left on scars, even if he did not kill you. I fear he has southern masters, but I'm terrified he has northern training."

> insist on helping
> accept her demand

>>41367307
>left on scars
left no scars

I'm slipping pretty bad.

>>41367307
>> accept her demand

Take her advice but tell her that if there ever comes a time where we can help. Let us.

Oh wonderful Chiri.

>>41367307
>> accept her demand

>>41367307
> insist on helping

wait. Brother got the Caliph's cousin in our dungeon. Maybe Chiri can use him to gain this spy's trust ?

>>41367307
>"I knew she was spying for someone in Jerusalem, most likely Princess Hodierna," she said, "The same way I know Desmond sends messages to the Patriarch. That Etienne spies for the Queen and that Ibrahim sends messages to Baghdad. I thought it harmless. None of these are enemies of my master. But she has changed. She sends a second message now. South, I think to Egypt. Who her master is concerns me."

Based Chiri

> insist on helping

or at least learning her ways

>>41367275
>They are meeting right now, we can discover who he is discreatly

>>41367307
> Slap her for not telling us sooner.

>>41367307

>accept her demand

>>41367307
Chiri simply cannot stop beeing even more bestest of girls, shit son thats too much.
Accep her demand

>>41367349
Also ask her if our brother knows about all of this.

She is most likely not telling him since she doesnt want him to remove his focus from Ascalon and she doesnt have anything firmly yet

>>41367387
Hah, good one anon.

No.
Never

>>41367419
She is our brother's slave, and our brother placed us in command, as well as Rosalie. We should know about any treachery that goes on in his absence/presence.

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>>41367432
>Treachery
>Implying Chiri is not the bestest of girls

>>41367456
You are an idiot if you don't realize he was referencing Rosalina

>>41367397
Changing to insist on helping

>>41367432
I should not be taking baits but whatever.

Above all that she is our friend and she is doing so to protect our brother and is following his orders, so no, never

>>41367307
> insist on helping
Viyan I am hurt and offended you wouldn't come to me with this. I am the authority here tight now and you have gone behind my back.

>>41367307
>Insist on helping

If this men is as dangerous as you claim, you are at risk too. Let me help you

I turned the cup around in your hands. Head low.

"I can help," you said, "Just...let me help."

Then you looked up at her, spoke sharp, "And you should have told me. Could have told me. We're friends." You felt anger in your guts.

Viyan reclined back against the wall, eyes now hooded.

"What should I have told you?" she said, "About how I slipped into Rosalie's bed, buried my tongue in her wet cunt to pull secrets from her the hour afterward? That I enjoyed it? That I enjoy bedding women as much as bedding men, and enjoyed her pleasuring me in turn with her fingers and mouth?"

You gasped, very warm throughout your body.

"Does that excite you?" she asked, crossing the floor to stand before you. She put a hand to your shoulder, brushed back the black hair.

You felt a breath catch in your throat. Chihirizahd looked down upon you with a smirk, fingers soft on your shoulder.

"Can you do that?" she asked, placing her hand upon your neck, feeling your pulse, "Can you fuck and be fucked and not feel ashamed the next morning? Can you use what God has given you so that you might be safe in the morning light?

You felt fear come into your heart. The way she lowered herself slightly toward you, filled you with her presence. It was like facing a wolf. This was not your friend Viyan.

> yes
> no

>>41367468
I`m here by the way, not a new vote just adding this>>41367523

>>41367535
> no

ewwww cooties.

>>41367535
> no

>>41367535
>> no

>>41367535
And that Mathilde is Chiri.
> no

Lets face it. That is not Mathilde

>>41367535
>> yes

>>41367535
> no

I want Viyan back

>>41367535
>n-no

>>41367535
> no
But you Shoulld have told me of your suspicions! I am the Lady here while my brother is away. What if I let something slip to her? What if I had given her sensitive information? Do not try to cow me with vulgarities, I should have been informed.

>>41367535
>she doesnt have enough badges to tame the charizard

>>41367535
>> yes

>>41367535

>no

Pls no bully

>>41367535
No

But i still want to help

"No," your voice was small and afraid. She pulled back a little.

Chihirizahd left, and Viyan returned. Her expression became soft, the wolf retreated. The hand moved up to your cheek, a kind hand. She kissed you softly on the lips, just a soft press upon yours.

"I know," she said, drawing away her hand, "You are such an innocent still. I will not let you throw that away."

"I can help in other ways," you said. You just wanted to help. To protect your brother.

Viyan smiled as she drew off her shawl. "You can. You can keep your eyes open, you can tell me what you see, and from now on I will tell you what I know. But not everything. I cannot put you at that risk. You are far too precious."

She turned away from you.

"You should leave," she said. You thought she was crying. She did not shake or sob, you could not see her face but you were certain of it.

> leave
> stay

>>41367636
> stay

>>41367636
> stay

>>41367636
>> stay

>>41367636
>Stay, its time to help our friend

>>41367636
>> leave
Wilhelm will fix this

>>41367636
>Stay

>>41367636
> stay

>>41367636
>stay

>>41367636
>Stay

The things she does do affect her. Wil has to pay more attention. Hopefully the falcon can bring some joy to her life

>ride in arms
>bathe with saracens
>sleep with women
300% heathen

You did not move.

"I'll leave in the morning," you said, patting the bed beside you. You smiled at Viyan. She turned around. She had been crying a little, you had been correct. She gave you a very unsteady smile.

She climbed onto the bed, under the covers. You crawled in after her.

There was nothing sexual in the way you held her, but there was love. You held her tight from behind, and she lay there against you. You stroked her hair, kissed it softly. You stroked her cheek. Wiped away the thin tears.

She had a good smell, you noticed, and she was naturally warm in your arms. You felt a heat move through you, a soft warmth. Pulled her closer. It was strange that she now seemed the child and you the woman grown.

You did not think you would sleep, but soon you did and so did she.

And you dreamed. Of the two of you riding matching horses on the open plain, hawks upon your wrists. There was no one else. You wore furs against the chill, your cheeks red from harsh winds. The gallop of the horse and the flight of the birds became almost as one.

There was no future or past. No misdeeds or guilty secrets. No sinful urges. Just the two of you across the landscape, purely yourself. It felt so sweet that when you awoke it made your heart ache.

You looked at the girl slumbering in your arms. All her disguises gone. Just a few years your elder, eyes fluttering as she dreamed, lips twitching. Drool hung from her lips. Did Wil ever see her like this?

You doubted it. To him she was just a pleasure girl, a clever, beautiful woman.

It was not out of any need for her touch that you said it. You did not desire her body. You had no lust for her.

"I love you Viyan," you said, and that sleep gripped smile grew.

You lowered your head back down to her hair, and returned to sleep.

She was precious too, even if she did not believe it. And you wouldn't risk her any more than she would you.
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> switch to Hugo
> switch to Wilhelm
> remain as Mathilde

>>41367819
>switch to Hugo

>>41367819
>> switch to Wilhelm

>>41367819
> switch to Hugo

shit Chiri has it tough

>>41367819
> switch to Hugo

>>41367819
>> switch to Wilhelm
Ahhh I wanted them to fuck

>>41367819
> switch to Wilhelm
Hugo was put on a bus for a reason

>>41367819
> switch to Wilhelm
Gotta talk to father about Mathildes match and talk some more to potential allies

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>>41367819
>> switch to Hugo

>>41367819
>> switch to Hugo

>>41367819
>switch to Wilhelm

>>41367819
> switch to Wilhelm

>>41367819
>switch to Wilhelm

>>41367819
Will hugo be coming back or still in Jaffa?

If in Ramla: Hugo
If in Jaffa: wilhelm