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Post by Moiraine on May 1, 2004 22:49:42 GMT -5
She watched as the woman continued to sob. Tristan came up to her, "I am going to check on the men I captured, see what they know. While you deal with her." Nodding to the women as he spoke,he knew what she was doing.
She watched as he walked away. Her face cool but she could feel the content from him through the bond. No, that was amuzement!
She turned her attention back on the woman infront of her. Weaving delicatly still that flow of spirit to get info. It wasnt a ironclad way to get info, but it has worked on a many good occasion.
"I told you to talk woman. I have no patience for this. I will have you sent back to TarValon to the Hall of the Tower for such behavior as this and you will likely be stilled. Tell me what I want to know And perhaps I will let you go." she said it calmly. She didnt need to be angry or demand the flow of spirit would put that fear into her.
The sister answered,"I wa.... was ..Hired by Lord..Lord Terridan." The womans eyes darted to the door and back." I was to bring you here and you were to be used for his... own fancies. I swear it!" she finished and started crying again.
She thought about it. She had the sister scared out of her mind, and it could be as simple as that. She let the weave of spirit go and pushed the sister back against the wall and tied off the flows that binded her.
She turned with a finger to her lip. What use would I be to some Lord? I will have to talk to Tristan about this She turned to look back at the sister. She was trying at the shield again. It wouldnt hold forever. She couldnt let go of saidar right now for that reason, and she couldnt hang on to it much longer either. Her head was starting to spin again from the attack on her. She had no way of being healed other than normal rest at the moment. And she didnt dare ask this one.
She pushed concern through her bond and hoped Tristan would return soon. She would just assume this sister be taken care of then have to worry over what she could or couldnt do.
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Post by Tristan on May 2, 2004 0:08:55 GMT -5
Smiling after he turned away, he strode back into the house. Suddnely feeling the concern of Moriane's the smile faded. He opened the door to find everything well, except for the look on her face. Looking over at the woman he strode to her and knocked her unconscious, checking to make sure.
"Let's talk." he said relating what he had found to her and she to him.
"From this I can gather two things, either Lord Terradin did hire them or they are far more loyal than most men and she is lying about him using you. Most men woudn;t be within a hundred leagues of an Aes Sedai given te choice. I think the Seanchan are the safer summation. Which means we will find Lord Terradin in Falme."
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Post by Moiraine on May 2, 2004 6:13:03 GMT -5
She felt him getting closer, and then he opened the door. One look at her and he went and knocked out the sister. That was a relief. She was able to let go of saidar for a time to rest now that she was not an issue anymore.
She told Tristan of the womans story and he told her of the mans. She trusted his judgement in this and listened as he set out his idea.
"Falme, I would be in danger there, by many means. If there are seanchan there, and the sul'dam...."she trailed off, she didnt need to tell him this, he was versed in the ways of the world when she met him. She longed to tell him her fears of this place, but it was neccesary to get answers.
"I leave my life in your hands Tristan Gaidin" She smiled and turned to look at the sister, wondering what to do with her.
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Post by Tristan on May 3, 2004 11:26:48 GMT -5
He nodded to her, "My life before yours Moraine. As always. I think we need to head to Falme to find out what is going on. With those Seanchan there you will have to curtail your channeling." He walked to the woman in red and hefted her on to his shoulder. "I will put this one with the others. She will not wake for sometime." Walking out the door and down the hal to the barn.
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Post by Moiraine on May 3, 2004 12:16:56 GMT -5
She considered him as he spoke. Tristan was loyal from the moment he swore oath to her. She watched as he lifted the sister and walked out the door. She pushed content though the bond. Things were ok for now.
Light what would they want with me? she thought grimly. They would have to get this sister somewhere to be held. She could not continue to hold the woman.
She started for Tristan. As she came out the door she saw him putting her down next to another that was a little bloodied. She looked up at him. He walked near to where they could hear only each other.
"Tristan, perhaps we can take this woman back to Tear. I can get some of that tea, that will help in shielding her." she paused, thinking about her contact. She had to deal with that too,"I have that other woman to deal with as well. I want to know what she means drugging me that way, perhaps she can dull out information?" She finished. She looked back at the woman, then up to Tristan
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Post by Tristan on May 3, 2004 12:34:39 GMT -5
"We can do that, I would just leave the men here, they are secure. The herb woman was very co-operative, she may have been co-erced. But that does not mean she may not know more. I agree, back to Tear first." Laying the woman out in front of the barn, he went and retireved the horses to the carriage and harnessed them, pulling it out. Clambering down he lifted the woman into it and held the door and offered a hand to Moriane. "Your coach m'Lady."
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Post by Moiraine on May 3, 2004 12:51:27 GMT -5
She nodded in agreement, and watched as he prepared the coach.
She took a step up when he offered. She sat comfortably, but looking at the floor of it reminded her of the first thing she saw when she woke in this aweful situation.
Tristan walked up with the woman and laid her down on the floor of the coach. She readied her foot to return the favor of the split lip she had. Tristan looked right her and smiled knowing.
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Post by Tristan on May 4, 2004 10:30:05 GMT -5
Smiling at her and and climbing into the drivers seat he started the coach off with a lurch. He drove them along at a brisk pace, but easily sustainable, arriving back in tear near to dark. Finding a new Inn, Tristan pulled into the stabling yard and dismounted. Opening the door to the carriage he looked at the woman, still unconscious.
"We are back in Tear, do you want to go to the Herb Woman now or in the morning?"
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Post by Moiraine on May 4, 2004 17:52:24 GMT -5
They traveled at a good pace and ended in tear at near night fall. She stepped out with the hand he offered her and looked around. "I think we should go now, I do not have strength to overcome this one if she breaks free. I am tired Tristan, Let us be done with it." she whispered
He noded, he could feel her tire. Before he could move, she raised a hand "Tristan, why dont you go get me some of that tea first then we will go back ... tomorow after rest." He considered the thought. She waited to see if he would agree or have any better ideas
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Post by Tristan on May 5, 2004 19:23:10 GMT -5
He felt the tiredness over some her, and as she leaned against him. He steadied her, once she was fine and standing he lifted the woman from the carriage and noticed a tending of her. He punched her in the face again and felt her slump. Quickly checking to make sure no one saw that he then rushed in and carried her to their room.
"I will be back soon, with the tea."
Tristan then left, making his way to the Herbalists shop, he payed a boy to go in a nd fetch the Tea he wanted and the boy returned quicly. Tritan had given him two gold marks and the boy returned with change. Tristan let the boy keep the change, well over a mark and returned to the Inn, stopping by to order a teapot of hot water from the cook.
Making his way back up the stairs and into the room, he opened the door to find everything as he left it. he smiled at Moraine, feeling the collapse in her immenent.
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Post by Moiraine on May 6, 2004 2:34:01 GMT -5
He took her arm as she tried to steady herself. Once she was ok, he let her arm go and knocked the woman out again. It was a good thing too. She was not prepared for more channeling this day. It would take her last to hold her if while she waited for Tristan to return.
She noded as he picked her up and quickly went up the back stairs to the room. She followed slowly behind, making sure no one else caught eye of what was going on. Satisfied she followed him to the room and shut the door.
Tristan laid the woman on the floor near a corner, good enough she could lay in the bed and hold the weave if she wanted to. She smiled to him "Hurry Gaidin." she whispered and he looked at her, then rushed out.
She grabbed her staff and channeled a shield stronger with the an'grael she had. She knew that would hold long enough if the woman woke. She let go of Saidar and sat on the bed. She just stared at the woman the whole time, hoping to stay awake long enough for Tristan to come. She could feel his presence, closer. Yes he was in the Inn. She sighed in relief and let go of caring.
As he walked in she slumped onto the bed and fell asleep immediatly. Exhaustion was all that went through the bond.
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Post by Tristan on May 6, 2004 9:20:36 GMT -5
The water being delivered, piping hot. Tristan brewed the tea and stripped Moraine from her dirty clothes, settling her in the bed, tucking her in. Settling a chair where he could see botht the woman and the window, he waited for the first signs on consciousness in her and then forced the tea down her throat. Lots of it. He then bound her and waited for Moraine to wake.
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Post by Moiraine on May 6, 2004 12:38:50 GMT -5
She woke nestled into the bedcovers and stripped to her shift. She looked over to see Tristan awake and watching. She smiled to him "You have not been up all night have you?" she knew the answer. He was a loyal Warder.
She sat up pulling the covers around her to her shoulders. She looked at the other woman on the ground and assumed the tea was already give. "You may rest now Tristan. I can take it from here. I assume it is done?" she waited for his answer and for him to turn his back.
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Post by Tristan on May 7, 2004 8:08:06 GMT -5
He nodded to her question and waited for her to rise, "The tea is given and heavily given. The serving girl will be bringing more water within the hour. Along with a meal for you." As he stood from his chair, he stripped to his small clothes, hanging them on the butler in the corner. He then helped Moraine into a new dress, not just once admiring her in the shift. He then climbed into the still warm bed and snuggled into it, smelling her within the sheets. He was quickly asleep.
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Post by Moiraine on May 7, 2004 19:06:59 GMT -5
He held out a clean riding dress for her and she climbed out of the bed and let Tristan help her. She could feel the heat in her cheeks at his touch. She dare not let him see it though. Once done she moved towards the sitting table watching him strip to his small cloths. She averted her eyes, and then looked at the woman still out on the floor.
Once he was tucked in she felt relief all was quiet, though, she was famished. An hour had passed and the door knocked. It was the serving girl. She took the tray at the door and slipped her some coin. She shut the door, and sat the tray down on the table.
She considered the woman. She wouldnt need tea yet. She would wait awhile longer. At least until she could eat her meal. She sat down, eating every last scrap of it. She thought she had better order some up for Tristan. She mixed the tea and woke the sister long enough to stuff the vile stuff down her throat. She channeled to help her get it all down the womans throat.
Satisfied she peeked out the door and caught a boy running the hall. "Boy, how would you like to make a silver penny or two?" she asked with a smile. He bounced and noded. She sent him for food for Tristan. She waited and the boy returned. She gave him 2 coins and he smiled running off.
She laid the tray on the table and figured she could warm it up for him when he woke. She sat there staring at the handsome man before her in the bed.
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