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    You Can't Hide From the Sun - 10/3, dawn, outside Taldorach - Karenna [closed]

    Since being ordained into the service of Swaren, Karenna had become uniquely aware of things that had seemed at one time to be completely shrouded from her view. Heather's Moor, once the epitome of life and love, had become a dark and sinister place. Despite Kivennah's belief that she was losing her mind, the priestess' sister could not be more correct in her assumptions about their home. Taldorach was indeed haunted. But the spectres that roamed the old halls even as the river passed beneath their feet were the least of the threats that could be found in the heart of the wood. Confronting the greater demons was the real purpose of her visit. The terrors that lurked in the forest were the true summoners whose calls she had heard from as far away as Hebron. Better that she face them, than let them come for Kelwes or Kivi.

    The footman at the gates had made a show of insisting that he accompany her, but Renna was not concerned about the dangers of the road, and left the man to tend his post. There was a soft crunching sound beneath her feet as the woman walked alone across the forest floor, and she was plainly aware that she would have made a terrible hunter, if she had ever had the inclination to make prey of the creatures who shared her homeland. But Karenna was a gentler soul than that, and had abstained from meat for more than a decade now.

    The woman had paced the woods for about an hour when she finally encountered that which she had been seeking. The man, who might have been handsome had he shaved and not been adorned in well worn clothes that had once been fashionable, was stalking just beneath the hill that she had only moments ago come over. The distance between them had been steadily dwindling over the last dozen minutes, though Karenna made a point to not betray the fact that she was aware of the stranger. Even as she considered what he might want, the man was circling through the foliage to her right, in an attempt to outflank her path. With the rays of the sun pointing her forward like an arrow, Renna proceeded, until he who had been maneuvering to his position now stood no more than a score of paces from her.

    "Don't move," he said by way of greeting, a crossbow leveled expertly at her abdomen. His eyes, one focused on her, even as the other darted about the the forest, were a deep brown. His chin and cheeks were covered in an unkempt beard that was strewn with uneven whiskers, and if he were desperate or starving, he didn't betray the fact with a cool and composed posture.

    Karenna paused, as she had been instructed to do, but there was no hint of fear behind her sad eyes. Perhaps there was pity, seeing as she saw what might have been, just as easily as she saw what was. And though her service to Swaren had made her powerful indeed, she still bled like any other living creature would. She could still be killed, yet had no desire to give in to that adventure quite yet. "As you say, my lord," she offered, just above a whisper, not bothering to incline her head or curtsy, as they would have been contrary to his demands.

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    The stone expression on Karenna's face bordered on serene as she marched back toward Talderach at the point of the man's bolt. "I applaud the determination and dedication, as it applies to the lengths you have gone," she said, her feet keeping an even pace as they retraced the path she had taken from the keep. She could have run, as it were. Renna had grown up here, and knew the woods like the back of her hand. But her escape would not alleviate the problem that was the armed brigand preying about the forest. He would not simply leave the reach, just because she had momentarily liberated herself from his hold. "Though I fear that those you seek are not to be found in Heather's Moor."

    Still scouting the area around him for signs of anyone else who might be about the wood, the man snorted derisively. "I never thought they would be," he said, clearly annoyed by the fact that Karenna was playing coy. If he were plain, he would have preferred to find the Lady Kivennah out among the trees, but he would make do. The priestess would suffice in abetting the man when it came to entering the old shale fortress, and once inside it would prove easy enough to lure his other victims to her rescue. "But they will arrive soon enough, I've no doubt," he informed her as he kept her marching.

    That he was correct, Karenna had no doubt. He was a dangerous man, she knew, and not to be trifled with. But even so, her cousins would come. Larson and Lexington had grown increasingly close with the remaining members of her clan, given how many they had already lost. They would not come alone, however. If she knew Ser Percival, he would not suffer a personal affront on Kivennah or Taldorach. And how many more would they bring? Certainly no more of the Royal Guard, whom the mission would already tax, but surely any number of soldiers and knights. They would lay siege to this man. But the hostages he held would be enough to keep them at bay. "Your plan is riddled with folly," she told him, dropping her chin so that she could look back over her shoulder, only to feel the point of the bolt in her back. Straightening, she resumed her march. "You could have fled Tuneric. Gone to Balfour or Esquibel, or any other number of places. You are cunning enough to start again," she told him, trying to reach into the mind of the man whose soul had gone dark. "A quest for revenge can only lead to death," she assured him.

    Turning his head to spit, the man did not chuckle or gloat, nor did he respond with an impassioned speech. His tone was methodical, and his senses remained keen, as though he were resolved to not let the woman shake him. "I watched my family die, one by one," he said. And while only a part of that suffering was on the heads of the Caldorans, the man did not seem to care about taking his pound of flesh from any other family. "There will be plenty of time for me to start over once your siblings and cousins have suffered as I have suffered."

    Karenna could feel her eyes closing, lingering longer than what anyone might consider a blink. "We have already known that pain," she whispered. "And we did not bring it upon ourselves," she said. Even though the accusation was there, Renna was neither smug nor unkind. Swaren could not allow her to be anything but what she was, and that was an agent of good.

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    The guards at the door had thrown their pikes to the ground at Karenna's instruction. They were obviously upset about the forced surrender, but not nearly as upset as the priestess would have been with a bolt hole in her lung. The man behind her had ordered the soldiers inside, but Karenna had convinced him to let them go. Honestly, they would never plan an attack on their own, and by the time they had summoned any kind of authority, she had no doubt that Larson and Lexington would already be notified of the man's desires. Any man inside Taldorach was just another who might decide to develop a hero's mentality, and that was not something that Karenna needed.

    Once inside, Karenna convinced her captor to lower the weapon. She was not going to overpower him, and the drawn crossbow was guaranteed to raise an alarm, whereas the man had been given her word that she would not do the same to any passing sentries. She kept to the main route between the front gates and the main hall, trying not to give the man behind her any more information about the layout than she had to. It might prove a benefit to her cousins if the terrain remained more familiar to them than to their adversary.

    He had directed her to lead him to Kivennah, which of course was likely his original goal. Karenna was not even supposed to be in Heathers Moor, and had arrived unannounced. But, unwittingly, the priestess had given him two hostages instead of one. After a short inquiry to one of the servants, Renna learned that her sister was in the gardens. A small frown crept over her face, and she could feel the tension from the man at her shoulder. Not acknowledging him, Karenna nodded to the woman. "Would you please alert Lady Kivennah that I would like to speak with her forthwith. Inform her that I shall await her in Lord Kieren's study." The woman nodded and curtsied to both of them, before walking off in the direction of the courtyard.

    Karenna lingered, until the voice behind her growled out an order. "Move," he commanded her, knowing that he had no idea where it was they were going, but apparently not wishing to linger in the hall. It was only a short walk to the study, a room that had not been converted since their brother's death, and the priestess had seldom visited since that time. If that was not an indication to Kivennah that something was amiss, then that was all the better. There would be plenty of time for worry soon enough.

    When they reached the room, Karenna dismissed the men posted there. They seemed a bit bewildered, but she waved them away. "Lady Kivennah will be happy to brief you later, if it is necessary," she said casually, and the guards seemed content with that. After leading her captor into the room, the man closed the door and took up a defensible position with his crossbow. He had held it at the door for a few moments, but then realized quickly that he would never have time to reload if he had to fire off a round at anyone other than the first person through the door. Instead, he put the weapon back on Karenna, who had taken a seat at her brother's desk and folded her legs, her hands folded in her lap patiently.

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    "She is waiting where?"

    Kivennah looked up from the rosebushes she was deadheading now that autumn descended with a frown blanketing her features. The servant who delivered the message refused to meet her eyes, instead standing with unease all but radiating from every pore. In that moment, she understood something was wrong. Something was very wrong. After Kieran's death, the study had been shrouded in dropcloths and sealed shut. Kivennah conducted Taldorach business from the library, finding it less haunted and full of distracting memories. Now Renna was in the study and asking to see her?

    Her brow furrowed as she thought for a moment, then set the basket on the ground precisely before crossing over to take the woman's arms in a firm grip. Giving her a light shake, her voice was low, intended solely for the other's ears. "Look at me. Tell me what is going on." Slowly and with obvious reluctance, the servant's eyes raised to meet hers, fear evident in their depths as she stammered, "There's a man holding a crossbow on Lady Karenna, milady. There's trouble, bad trouble if you don't go and quick."

    Releasing the woman, Kivennah knew that to be the truth, but who was it that looked to take the Ladies of Taldorach hostage, and more importantly, why? Privately grateful that KJ, Lexington and Larson were far from their home, and trusting that they would not arrive as unexpectedly as Renna, she nodded to the servant. There was no choice but to answer the summons yet there was action to be taken. Aware that they were probably being watched, she wasted not a moment in instructing the woman. "Find a way to get a message out to Hebron to Sir Lexington, Sir Larson or Sir Perceval. Tell them I have need of them urgently, but do not get caught. I will go and see what this is about. Now go."

    Trying to keep her head clear, Kivennah stripped off the gloves she wore for working in the gardens and twitched her skirts back into place before raising her chin. Haunted and somewhat depressed she might be, but pride in her name and in Taldorach had her chin rising and her spine straightening before she resolutely strode back into the castle to seek out Kieran's study. It was time to see what fresh nightmare had descended on the castle, and to find a way to banish it.

    A few minutes delivered her to the study, where Kivi did not wait to be announced, instead entering the room to see Renna seated behind the desk. More, she noted the man who held his crossbow threateningly on her only living sister. Green eyes narrowed coolly as she spoke with the authority vested in her as the Lady of Taldorach. "What is the meaning of this?"

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    Her seniors would have counseled her to pray. And while Karenna was a believer when it came to the power of Swaren, she didn't want to risk doing anything that might unhinge the obviously already unbalanced intruder. Time was on her side. The man had made it clear that he was more interested in Lexington and Larson than he was she or Kivennah or KJ. That did not mean they weren't in danger, but it might mean that they were safe until the twins arrived. Provided that they didn't do anything rash.

    The dead Lord of Laurie Hill seemed to sense Kivi's approach at the same time as the priestess, and their eyes met briefly before the Lady of Taldorach entered the room, the obvious question on her lips. Karenna said nothing, as the situation was clearly apparent already. To state the obvious would only be a waste of breath, and Karenna did not wish to take any of those for granted. The man however, seemed quick to assert his control. He moved the crossbow towards Kivi and then nodded to another chair. "Have a seat, my lady, and I will be happy to enlighten you."

    He didn't bother with his tail of woe and desperation. He had little use for revealing his motives, other than to say, "I am interested in speaking with your cousins," a fact that Karenna knew was hardly true. Between the two of them, and the guards still in the building, they could likely dispatch the man, but not before he managed to end one or both of their lives. Once the twins arrived, the girls might do what they could to help with the situation, but they were unlikely to resolve it in a favorable manner on their own. "And we are all going to sit here nicely until they arrive."

    Renna looked to her sister, but her face remained calm and stoic. No need to cause alarm. "We will need to keep the appearance of order," she said slowly. If we don't want to alert the guards." The words were for Kivi's benefit, and not the captor's. Not that she had any wish to treat the intruder as a guest, if she could avoid it.

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    "I am interested in speaking with your cousins. And we are all going to sit here nicely until they arrive."

    The smart remark begged to be said, but one glance at her sister's deceptively calm features still the words on her lips. Kivennah merely flickered a cool look over the dead Lord, aware of who he was, the eyes narrowing at him before she complied with his demands and seated herself. Taldorach was not exactly a short journey from Hebron, where the twins were stationed, where Perceval had last been heard from. That meant several days of essentially sitting nicely, as the man put it, until they walked into the ambush he more than likely had planned.

    Making a point of settling her skirts in poignant silence, she was relieved to find she was angry rather than frightened. Fear was disabling, numbing the mind and locking the limbs until little was accomplished. That did neither Renna nor herself any good; she needed to keep a cool, clear head to ensure they emerged from this alive and unhurt. After a moment, Kivi lifted her gaze to meet her sister's as Renna spoke, seeing the effort put into maintaining the same outward serenity.

    "We will need to keep the appearance of order if we don't want to alert the guards."

    That would not be easily accomplished, Kivennah knew, but hopefully the message she had sent to Hebron would be intercepted by the twins or Perceval before too much time passed. Thinking for a few minutes, she nodded slowly. Avoiding undue alarm would not be easy, yet it could be accomplished with some cooperation on the part of their resurrected captor. A long, level and calm gaze studied him for several minutes before she spoke into the tense stillness filling the room. "That can be done, if you are willing to compromise a little, sir." Her tone was polite, as it ought to be considering that he held a crossbow at the ready, "It is clear that any attempts on our part to escape or overwhelm you will have bloody consequences, however the sight of you keeping a crossbow on us will assuredly alarm the men. I propose that you accept our oaths that we will comply and wait for our cousins with docility, making no efforts to thwart you."

    Kivennah finally felt like she was on solid ground, though it was unquestionably idiotic to attempt negotiation with a man who had murder on his mind as a viable form of revenge. She had Renna to protect, the staff who kept Taldorach a home in her family's name, good people who did not deserve to feel the brunt of the dead Lord's madness. Lifting her chin slightly, she finished lightly, "In doing so, we will give off the appearance that you are a business associate and guest, so that no one tests your control over the situation until the twins arrive. Do we have an accord?"

    He could laugh in her face. He could spit and snarl at her audacity. He could raise the crossbow and pierce her flesh. A thousand and one options lay before them, yet the one Kivi offered would hopefully limit the potential for bloodshed, her best hope to allow the twins to arrive. They, she knew beyond the shadow of a doubt, would not suffer this fool to threaten their family ever again. A glance went to Renna, full of calm confidence and reassurance. They would get out of this situation, alive and unharmed. She sword it.

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    The cold eyes of Dexter Remington moved between the two women with some annoyance. Since he had been stabbed nearly to death by Lorna Lovelle, he had developed a deep mistrust of the creatures, and he knew that they needn't speak to communicate. He had been in a room with Callista and Charlotte on more than one occasion where he felt that whole conversations were being had without a word being spoken. He would just as soon kill the pair of them, but he knew all too well that he needed them as hostages first. If they were dead, he would have to flee, and fleeing meant that everything he had survived until this point would be for naught, as the twins would have escaped him. Better to let them all die together, once the pair of them arrived. He could wait.

    The mistrust however, automatically ruled out any suggestion as offered by the woman. She was trying to trap him, of course. Her sister too. The pious priestess facade was laughable, and he didn't believe it for a moment. No, they would do things his way. "I am afraid that your scenario leaves too many variables outside of my control," he told her flatly. The truth of it was that the last time he had trusted a woman at her word, she had plunged a dirk into his gut four times. He had not survived so long by making the same mistake twice. He wasn't about to start.

    Rising, he backed to the door and kept a keen eye on both of them, the crossbow ready, but not leveled. "I think it's best that we limit appearances, rather than keep them up, don't you? Starting now," he said, glancing at the two of them in turn, "you are both ill. Remnants of the plague is fine, fatigue and depression is fine, even morning sickness is fine. Luckily for everyone here in the keep, you had the good foresight to send for a physician, and here I am. I will keep you quarantined until the boys arrive, and we will have minimal interruptions, and you will have minimal opportunities to betray me, and I won't be forced to torch your home to the ground."

    The priestess was motionless, and Dex could get nothing from the expression on her face. Her stare was blank and he thought that her eyes must seem as cold and uncaring as his own. Turning from them, he looked at her sister. "Any questions, my lady?"

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    He was a madman, of that Kivennah was assured. Her sole concern at this point was keeping Remington calmed and mollified, aware that he would deliver harm if not death to Karenna if she failed to cooperate. Even then, there was no guarantee that the sisters would come through this alive or unharmed. For now, she would remain calm, outwardly submissive and allow her mind to work towards freeing them from the resurrected Remington traitor's clutches. Regardless of how dramatic that sounded, Kivennah remembered her father's, and then her brother's counsel on times of crisis. The most effective weapon anyone had, man or woman, was a calm, clear mind. As long as the sisters could think past their fears, there was hope.

    Taking her cue from Renna, Kivennah smoothed her features into an implacable calm as Remington issued his counter orders to her suggestion. If he thought that would fool the servants for long, then he was truly mad indeed. The Caldorans enjoyed a rather familial relationship with those who served at Taldorach. The servants would not accept the tale of sudden illness for long, not knowing the sisters as they did. Few secrets were ever truly kept from those in service; they lived with those whom they served, privy to nearly every aspect of their lives. The good men and women of Heather's Moor would not be placated into believing such nonsense. She only hoped they did nothing rash, putting themselves within Remington's line of fire.

    A glance at Karenna was taken before those cool grey-green eyes shifted back to Dexter. "Only one. Do you intend to quarantine us in this chamber, or allow us the comfort of a different one?"

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    The priestess watched the room with a casual concern. She had been away from Taldorach for some time, and even though her sister had come to her with doubts about her ability, she was the Lady of the Moor, and she had grown in confidence. Karenna wondered if that confidence would lead to brashness, but was reassured when Kivennah seemed to measure her words and keep her demeanor even.

    Turning to glance at the Remington, the younger sister noticed that he was measuring Kivi's question. "The study, despite its disrepair, is still more exposed than the personal chambers of Kivennah's quarters. All three of us would be more comfortable there, and it would be more easily defensed and would see less traffic." It would also afford him less of a chance for retreat, when the twins inevitably came. But that was for him to consider. "Additionally, things could become sticky if the duke were to return and find his sisters sequestered. If you are going to play at this facade of infirmary, perhaps it would do to have Kivennah write to him and warn him away from the supposed illness."

    Her eyes darted to her sister once again. "Perhaps you should brief our guest on the current staff numbers, and the guard rotations. Since we do not want any innocents to move into harm's way." The man, turned to look at Kivennah, as though he thought the suggestion was a good idea, and was patiently waiting to hear from his hostess.

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    Were Kivennah alone, brashness might result, yet she had more than herself to consider in this. Karenna was beyond capable of fending for herself, but while within the boundaries of Taldorach, her sister remained under her watch. Kivennah took that responsibility seriously, all the moreso with the losses the Caldoran family had taken in the past several years. However much she wished to lash out and attack the bastard Remington traitor, she restrained herself though no such leash was imposed on Kivi's mind. If the opportunity presented itself to seize the upper hand and free at least Karenna from Dex's control, then she would not hesitate to take it. For now, she was compliant and cooperative.

    She was not surprised at her sister's quick mind, the suggestions more than reasonable under the circumstances. "Indeed, in light of the recent... tragedies," Kivennah made a point of lowering her eyes as if suddenly overcome by emotion, "our brother knows we would not dare to risk him when it came to illness. If you allow me to send a missive, it will keep those who might seek to pry away." And lessen the likely casualties, something that she could not overlook. There would be a pitched battle, Kivi was sure, when the twins arrived, perhaps with Perceval, yet she would deal with that aspect if and when it occurred. Hopefully by now, the servant whom she dispatched was on his way to Hebron to warn the twins.

    Meeting her sister's eyes, she nodded slowly, already thinking of how matters currently existed within the walls of Taldorach. "We have approximately twenty household servants, including the gardeners and stablehands. They will heed any order that comes from me, including to stay away for their own well-being. There is still a great deal of fear regarding the plague," she added quietly, then frowned, thinking of the guards. "Of the guard detachment, they stand six hour watches and change at the top of the sixth hour. Primarily, they remain outside of the castle, though there are some who patrol the perimeter of the battlements. They should not be any concern to you." That wasn't precisely true, but he didn't need to know that.

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    Experience had taught him to be suspicious of seemingly harmless women. The loss of Laurie Hill and subsequent extermination of his family had made him paranoid. He wasn't necessarily taking Kivennah at her word, even if her story did sound believable. There was a handful of men with him, but they were not strong, and by his estimate, far from reliable. The best he could do is work from her description, and then when the girls were safely tucked away, explore the grounds and see just how much of what he was told was true. "Very well," he said cautiously. "Write your missive, girl. But if I find anything that looks suspicious in the text, then I will force you to watch as your sister bleeds to death from a bolt in the stomach."

    Motioning to the quill and parchment on the desk, he waived her over to it. He wasn't here for games. Not for ransom or a land grab. He was simply waiting for the Knights of Dawn to arrive. Once he had his vengeance, the women were free to go, provided they survived the assault that he was sure would come. He had warned them against bringing more than just themselves, but there was no doubt that they would martial some of the villagers. To the point, Dex went to the window to look out at the horizon, just to see if there was yet any sign of his quarry.

    Turning back, he motioned to Karenna. "Are there any exterior paths to the roof?" He wanted the men to have to come through the front, and had no desire to yield higher ground to his enemies. The girl was shaking her head in the negative, and Dexter nodded. He trusted the priestess far more than her sister, though that could prove to be foolish, if he just assumed that her service to Swaren made her honest. Turning, he looked at Kivennah once more. "Almost finished?"

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    Kivennah frankly did not care what the Remington traitor thought or felt about her. His time was drawing to an end, though he was not aware of it. She had every confidence in her cousins and in Perceval to dispatch him to Mink-Asa, this time permanently. "Then by all means, stand over my shoulder and observe me as I write it." She shrugged with feigned insouciance as she reached for quill, ink and parchment to begin writing neatly, keeping her wording formal. Perhaps too formal; anyone who truly knew Kivennah would be aware that it was not her accustomed manner of writing. Letters from Kivi, especially to family or Vivienne, were breezy, informal and full of commentary. That would have to suffice as her effort to alert others to the dilemma she faced. "But there is also no need to threaten my sister's life when we have been nothing but cooperative."

    Her tone turned icy as she cast a flat look over her shoulder at Dex. The man had the remarkably poor taste to return from the dead and impose his twisted need for revenge on her sister. Much as Kivi desired to pick up the letter opener and drive it into him to spill his blood, she also knew that he meant every word spoken in threat towards Karenna. Quelling her desire to do so, she devoted her attention to the letter, choosing her words with deliberate care while he put his query to Karenna.

    At his demand, she handed him the parchment to inspect. "I am. Does that pass your inspection?" Knowing that Karenna might well accuse her later of reckless behavior, she wanted Dex's attention on her and not Karenna. She had lost enough family; she would not lose Renna, especially not to this unmitigated bastard who did not have the courtesy to remain dead.


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    The priestess watched the interaction between her sister and their tormentor with a relatively calm expression. She was not by any extent precognitive, but did have the feeling that Swaren would see her and Kivennah through the trial. Foolish though it might be to put such stock in faith and beliefs, at no point did the servant of the sun ever really believe there was much danger.

    Stealing a glance at her sister at the mention of the Remington's wayward threats, she pleaded with the girl for calm. It made very poor sense for the man to kill them before Larson and Lexington arrived. Without the hostages, the boys could just as easily burn the building to the ground. Or flood it, if they were clever enough to divert the river, which she doubted they were. Much as she loved her cousins, they were large muscled boys who thought with swordarms instead of brains. But no matter.

    "Only the birds can reach the roof from the outside," she said to him calmly. That may or may not be true, depending on the determination of the climber. Kieran had once scaled the walls with a grappling hook, but he had nearly broken his neck in the attempt, and it was unlikely that the twins would consider the same. "There is an access for water that flows past the cellars, but the current is too strong for anyone to risk that, especially if the gate is secure." Let him check it. There was something afoot in the cellars, and while she had not yet had a chance to investigate it, perhaps whatever was there would dispatch Dexter Remington for them.

    Turning to her sister, Karenna smiled. "You must pardon Lady Kivennah," she said to Remington, without breaking her glance at Kivi. "She is willful. Strong. She would as soon wrestle your weapon away and skewer you with it. My presence here, and the threat of danger to my person gives her an odd patience. Isn't that right, sister?" It wasn't clear what Renna was driving at. Be it distraction or some kind of coded riddle for her ken. But Dex Remington was casting unsure glances between them.

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    Where the twins were headstrong and inclined to attack over taking the time for strategy, Perceval was a man who preferred to use his mind to best advantage. The greater amount of time she could buy for him to join the twins and plot their response, the better, even at her own expense. Kivennah, however, took her sister's unspoken warning and subsided for the nonce to avoid arousing the Remington man's ire. She had made her point sufficiently, though the mention of the cistern in the cellar drew a startled look at her sister that swiftly turned to understanding. There was something, or someone in those cellars who might very well take exception to Dexter's presence.

    Whomever you are, if you come to our aid in this, I will welcome your presence forever...

    The roof was likely out of the question, yet there were ways and means if those who sought to enter were clever enough. The odds were not precisely in the Caldoran ladies' favor, yet Kivennah refused to surrender hope. The servants were cognizant of who was in the keep and were more than likely to cooperate, if not outright assist, with whomever came to their aid. She could only hope that there were sympathetic souls among them who might help beyond the pale.

    Glancing up as her sister spoke her name, Kivennah realized Renna made a comment in her direction. Meeting her sister's eyes for a long moment, she ducked her head down in an attitude of outward submission. "Yes. She is all I have left of my siblings, Lord Remington, so I am very protective of her. Forgive me, I... will control myself."

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