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Post by The Flint on Mar 25, 2008 21:46:13 GMT -5
Ser Jaymes Farman has been placed in a comfortable but secure tower cell at the keep.
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Post by The Flint on Mar 25, 2008 21:48:08 GMT -5
A man wearing the grapes sigil of the Redwynes enters the cell, and the door is locked behind him.
"Good morning milord, I trust you slept comfortably. My name is Ser Betrand. Lord Redwyne has asked that I speak with you briefly to determine whether you are worthy of his time.
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Post by Sam on Mar 25, 2008 21:54:32 GMT -5
"I slept very comfortably, thank you. I trust my men and my ships have not been maltreated. I am curious, what exactly would Lord Redwyne deem as 'worthy'? I came under a white flag, to request his aid against an enemy that has plagued your island as well as mine for thousands of years." Lord Jaymes inclined his head at Ser Betrand, waiting for an answer.
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Post by The Flint on Mar 25, 2008 22:02:54 GMT -5
"Lord Farman, you are being held on suspicion of treason. It is known that the Lannisters have risen with Horas against the true King and his rightful Regent." Ser Betrand says. "That makes your Lord a traitor, and you, by association." Ser Betrand breathes for a moment. "Is that a correct summary of events, or do you wish to make a notation for the record?"
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Post by Sam on Mar 25, 2008 22:17:28 GMT -5
"I serve the Lannisters of Casterly Rock, yes, who in turn serve the House Baratheon. They sit the Iron Throne, as I'm sure you know. I have received no information that Lord Blackwood had risen against the King." Jaymes stood up and stretched his arms, causing the man's hand to drift towards his sword belt. He twisted his back, causing several cracks to echo out from between the joints. "The mattress was a little harder than I'm used to, but I suppose it's good for the back at my age," he said, sitting back down.
"I was under the impression that Lord Blackwood removed Lord Benfry who had achieved his position in an unlawful manner, I believe the High Septon had renounced Lord Bettley's authority to appoint a successor. It appears that the King was kidnapped by a treacherous Kingsguardman.
"What concerns me, however, are the Ironmen who have been raiding my island and the lands of my friends, killing and raping and pillaging my smallfolk. In truth I care more about defending them than who claims a specific seat in King's Landing."
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Post by The Flint on Mar 25, 2008 22:24:42 GMT -5
"Your lies win you no countenance with us Lord Farman. Lord Regent Piers selected his successor. As the regent of the King, Lord Piers holds all powers invested in the King, including, presumably, naming a successor to his Regency. Lord Blackwood murdered the Kingsguard using treachery. The King has issued a proclamation across the land calling for all men to rise to his defense against Lord Horas. That is the law, regardless of what the High Septon says. He speaks on matters of faith, not politics."
The man smiles for a moment, and than continues,
"In addition, we were under the impression that you had brought your troubles with the reavers upon yourselves, after attempting to murder several of them at a tourney. That at least, was the accusation. So you again, stand accused of treason against your King, in addition to charges of murder."
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Post by Sam on Mar 25, 2008 22:31:17 GMT -5
"So be it Ser. Have I committed any other crimes you wish to inform me of, or might I be permitted to go back to my reading?"Lord Jaymes asked, gesturing to a book that lay on the small table in the middle of the room.
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Post by The Flint on Mar 25, 2008 22:35:20 GMT -5
"No Lord Farman, please make yourself comfortable, we'll provide you with three square meals a day, and reading material which may be of use to you. We do understand that war is what it is, after all Lord Peyton spent several years himself in jail for similar charges. Perhaps King Rickon will be merciful and declare an amnesty once he has been restored to his place." The man bows as he finishes, his words carrying no ill feeling at all.
"If you need anything don't hesitate to shout."
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Post by Sam on Mar 25, 2008 22:39:25 GMT -5
"Actually, I have one more question. My men; I sailed here with six ships as an escort to mine own Valkyrie. I assume you have detained them all, but I wish to make sure that the three and a half hundred men who are presumably not murderers or traitors are not treated as such."
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Post by The Flint on Mar 25, 2008 22:42:07 GMT -5
"They are prisoners of war, and being held as such. Your ships have been requisition by the Crown to fight the usurper. I'm sure their return will be included in any surrender agreement worked out between the Lord Regent and your lord."
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Post by Sam on Mar 25, 2008 22:46:17 GMT -5
Jaymes winced. "Please place the Valkyrie under the command of your most skilled captain, it was a gift from my late lord father when I was made a knight and I would grieve greatly for its loss."
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Post by The Flint on Mar 25, 2008 22:47:25 GMT -5
"If you'd like to write your fellow Westermen and tell them to surrender I'm sure it would greatly increase our chances of doing so." Ser Bertand chuckled, before disappearing.
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Post by Sam on Mar 28, 2008 13:58:17 GMT -5
/////////////////////////////////////// Jaymes sat alone in his cell after returning from his trial. He could see pink sky through his window, which told him the sun was beginning to drop below the horizon. They wouldn't let him out of the cell tonight, but tomorrow he would ask to walk around the grounds. At the very least he would familiarize himself with the layout of the keep, as it was likely he'd be there for a while. He got up from his chair and carefully removed the broken board from his bed, and once again began to practice his sword strikes before eventually pushing himself to exhaustion and falling asleep on the bed.
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Post by Sam on Mar 28, 2008 17:35:57 GMT -5
/////////////////////////////////////// The next morning Jaymes rose from bed, washed, and did his normal routine of calisthenics and strength exercises. He scratched month-old beard that had grown since he had not been allowed a razor by the Arbor guardsmen. He knocked on the door of his cell, and the lock clicked. A guard entered, the same one who had almost choked from laughter during Jaymes' trial. "Yesterday your sergeant said I was to be allowed out of my cell, accompanied by some of your number, to walk around the keep during the day. I wish to walk, and stretch my legs. I want walk the walls and look down on the harbor, I want to see my ship and I had thought of perhaps going to the training grounds. Would I be permitted to spar there? If you will not allow me a blunted steel weapon, perhaps I could use a training sword made of wood? You have my vow I would not try to escape."
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Post by The Flint on Mar 28, 2008 17:51:49 GMT -5
The guards confer quietly amongst themselves for a moment, and than one of their number turns to Farman.
"You cannot visit your ship, or go to the Harbor. There will be no leaving the keep. But you can go to the training grounds and work out if you would like."
One of the guards unlocks the door, and two guards prepare to escort Farman to the training ground.
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