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Post by The Flint on Mar 27, 2008 18:19:23 GMT -5
the guards collect the writing instruments and the note.
"Now I will take this to the Iron Born, and see if they will throw back a small fish for three larger ones." said Peyton, with a grin, before disappearing again.
The cell door re-lock securely.
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Post by Sam on Mar 27, 2008 19:43:16 GMT -5
"I thought you were in charge on this island, my lord," Jaymes said to the closed door. Redwyne had walked out of the room before his captive could even respond, and the door had clicked locked by the time Jaymes had started to speak. He sat back down on the chair, and lay back. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply for the first time since had been taken from his tower cell and brought to this farce of a court. After all his talk about unity in the west, Marten Lannister turned out to be just another schemer. Lord Lydden certainly would not have sold another western lord to the Ironmen without consulting the Lord Regent, or his son who seemed to run most of the affairs of the West.
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Post by Sam on Mar 28, 2008 12:27:11 GMT -5
More than an hour had passed since Lord Redwyne had taken Jaymes' confession to the Harlaw representative. He had not been re-manacled after writing the confession, though there were several armed guards still in the Hall with him. He drummed his finger on the desk impatiently. With a grin, he turned to the guards and said, "I don't suppose one of you would be willing to lend me your sword for some sparring practice? I fear my skills have gone to rust in that cell."
All five guards looked at him him incredulously, and two burst out laughing. One laughed so hard that he began to choke and one of his fellows slapped him on the back. Jaymes chuckled to himself, and another of the guards responded, "Sorry, m'lord, ya know we can' do that. We 'ppreciate the laugh though, guard duty is mos'ly dull work."
Jaymes, still chuckling, nodded his head. "I'll let Lord Redwyne know that you are not remiss in your duty, I know I would punish any of mine own guards if they handed a sword to a prisoner. Perhaps one of you might check and see if he and the Ironman have come to any conclusion?"
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Post by The Flint on Mar 28, 2008 12:50:04 GMT -5
Approximately 20 minutes later, Jaymes can hear the guards receiving an arse-chewing by their sergeant.
"Whaddaya want?" the grim, stubble chinned sergeant asks.
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Post by Sam on Mar 28, 2008 12:53:22 GMT -5
"I want to know what those men are planning to do to me. Can I at least go back to my tower cell, if I'm just going to be waiting around for answers? It's more comfortable in there and I am halfway through a rather good book concerning cavalrymen and how to use them properly in battle."
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Post by The Flint on Mar 28, 2008 12:58:10 GMT -5
ooc: You are already in your tower cell.
"Lord Redwyne spoke with the reaver. He says you ain't under arrest for murder no more, but uh... what'd he call it? Projection Customy. No. that wasn't it. Ooh. Protective custody! That's what it was." The sergeant says helpfully. "Says when the war ends you'll be sent to King's Landing to see the King."
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Post by Sam on Mar 28, 2008 13:07:01 GMT -5
ooc: I thought this trial room was taking place in the Great Hall or something. Isn't that what it said on the first post of the thread? The Great hall is arranged into a tribunal, with a table and three chairs up front. Lord Peyton Redwyne is in the middle, with his aide Ser Betrand advising from his right, and another man on his left, Lord Jon Costayne, who was visiting from Three towers and agreed to help hear the case. The prisoner, Lord Farman, is brought out with manacles around his hands and feet, but he is provided with a comfortable chair to sit in when he is not speaking. "Protective custody... Would you tell Lord Redwyne that, while I am grateful for his concern, I can protect myself adequately enough and, as comfortable as his tower is, I prefer mine own castle. I will still honor my testimony, and repeat it if called to do so in a trial, and I will deliver myself to the King to receive his justice." Lord Jaymes frowned, and continued speaking. "If I am no longer charged with murder I desire my freedom."
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Post by The Flint on Mar 28, 2008 13:15:52 GMT -5
The guard shakes his head vigorously. "You're still a prisoner of war Lord, until we hear otherwise. Also Lord Peyton say he ain't sure if he let you go the Iron Born wouldn't just sink ya out of spite. So I'm afraid you'll have to get comfortable. But Lord Redwyne says he'd be willing to let you have a little wider room to roam, if you swear on your honor not to attempt to escape."
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Post by The Flint on Mar 28, 2008 13:17:58 GMT -5
A messenger comes and whispers in Lord Peyton's ear. "We will adjourn for a short time, during which time we will begin with Lord Farman's defense." The tribunal stood, and Lord Farman is marched back to his cell and securely guarded. The Far Reach lords head to Lord Peyton's solar to discuss a matter.
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Post by Sam on Mar 28, 2008 13:27:09 GMT -5
ooc: weird, I read that post but missed the part where I was taken back to my cell.
Jaymes sighed, but there was no point arguing with this man, since he didn't make the decisions. "Very well. I swear that I shall not to try to escape, until which time that Lord Redywne agrees to release me. We are on an island after all," he added with a smirk, "and I do not think I could swim all the way to Oldtown, though I am certain that any attempt to sink my Valkyrie would not turn out as easily as the Ironborn might think."
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Post by The Flint on Mar 28, 2008 13:30:44 GMT -5
"I'd not recommend it." says the Sergeant sagely, as if this peace of advice was worth imparting. "Some guards will escort you if you'd like to leave, just tell them where you want to go, and they'll see to it, but you'll return by dark, and your cell will be locked at night. " The Sergeant is pleased with his diplomatic handling of the irritable Lord, and goes back to the nearby guard's quarters.
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