Author: * Thidrek Amaligg -
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Date: Dec 3, 2004 - 12:18
I smile at Wulder, not out of spite or defiance, just sincere, amused surprise. "Do you really believe I need treason to get to Amleth? And do you have such a low opinion of your brother to think that, wherever he is, he is not constantly on his guard against whatever I might plan against him?" I shake my head. "No. Both Amleth and I are better than this."
These are not words to be uttered with a smile. I look at Wulder with a more somber face. "No, sir, as I said my quarrel is not with you or your family, and as for Amleth, he can be safe wherever he is - for now. I first need to take care of my people. I will say it clearly to you, and come what may; I am no politician. I need alliances, and I want Ydalir on my side. And if this quest gains me more friends, so much for the better. I will be glad to find the Gold for you and to lead the fyrd as a foreign warlord looking for fame. Let them call me just Thidrek - it is a common name, one that most Gothic chieftains give to their firstborn, hoping it will come true: it means 'lord of the people'. For me... it means a promise to keep."
More than ever, with his tale, with the memory of what my mother and all my relatives did for me, I feel the duty to give back to my people a land and a legitimate lord. Meaning me... hopefully.
I look at Wulder's hand. Mine still lies on the table. I turn it palm up, but still I do not take his. I look into his eyes. "But this does not erase the oath I have taken to avenge my father. After this is over, when Amleth and I do meet, we will fight fairly. And to the death. Only this will be my revenge, one I am bound to attempt, no matter what my wish can be. You might be taking the hand that will kill your brother. Are you still intentioned to take me as Cempa?"
I might also die at Amleth's hand. I know his skill all too well. In that case, I hope that Hildibrands will be a good leader and adopt a good man as his successor... Curse my destiny that forbade me the joys of family and a son to carry on the Amelungs' name. Yet.
This story continues at The Fortress of Ydalir.
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