Revelations and someone is in trouble...
I don't know where this bit came from or where it is going, but there it is. It gives me information at least.
"Do you know why there is a name missing in your family tree?" The man asked casually, fingering the spines of the books on the shelves.
Teign frowned back at him. "What are you talking about?"
"Teigan Sollit, the son of Mityesh Sollit and Wayshur Kishur," the man receited, "Mityesh, the son of Jegoth Sollit and Beishahn Bei'ur, Jegoth the son of Meilah Sollit and Vaylen Yesh, Meilah the son of Kijoth Sollit and Rothan Belrohth, Kijoth, son of Ruleth Sollit, daughter of Keishan Sollit and Janef Pelkuhr. Kijoth Sollit had no named father, do you know why that is?"
"I never thought much about it." Teigan admitted.
"Your children are not proof that the experiments, such as they were, could work because a straight cross between Man and Klamon is not enough to bring the Mime power to the surface. It has to come from both sides."
Teigan looked at the man with suspicion and confusion. "What are you saying?"
"Kijoth Sollit, your great-great grandfather, was sired by a member of the Brotherhood of the Mime. The man's name was lost in the chaos that set Kijoth and his mother free. He was a hybrid as your children are. You, Tiegan Sollit, have a bit of Man in you, as many did who were the children and the children's children of those taken by the Mime.
"A whole branch of your line ignored. The Klamon took in the hybrid children of their stolen generation and brought them up as full Kalmon, mixing them in, but never openly admitting that they brought Human blood in. The Humans would not have taken them, the Klamon had more compassion for them, but did not want to dwell on how they came to be.
"Your children are not capable of weilding the Mime's power because their mother was a Hilenbohn. It is because you are not fully Klamon."
---
Kallon finished with his body and moved to his hair and growled at the tangled mess. "I think it all just needs to come off." He grumbled.
"Do you want me to try?" Sray offered.
"Sure." He handed the soap over and Sray grabbed a comb from a small stand next to the tub. "It was due for a cut before anyway." He added.
Sray gently ran her fingers through his hair, teasing out the knots. There was silence for several minutes as she gently and patiently eased the comb through and removed the bits of dead, knotted hair from the living.
---
A large carriage pulled by a team of four horses appeared on the lane to Dohman. Tosef DeMyur looked up at the sound of multiple hooves dropping from a trot to a walk as it drew near. He froze. This was not good. "Hey," he called over the closest worker. "Tell Hafitch Tridan he has visitors from Kamenlohn, make it quick!"
"Yes, sir."
"Clear a path!" He called out to those working to remove the remaining debris of what was the front door and facade. He jogged over and was at the door before the groom had a chance to open it.
"For what do we owe the honor?" DeMyur asked.
The groom narrowed his eyes at Tosef and opened the door without a word. Tosef backed up a few steps as three men and a woman stepped out of the carriage with equally disapproving looks. They wore the stark, black robes of Gordie'en council members.
"We are here to speak with Hafitch Alekandler Tridan." One of the men stated, he was short and had a round belly and face and a hairline that had retreated to the sides and back of his head. He frowned at the activity around the gaping hole where the front door had been. "That is significant fire damage." He observed. "When did that happen?"
Tosef cleared his throat in order to find his voice again. "Just yesterday, sir, freak accident in the middle of the night. We are almost done with the clean-up and plan on having a new door hung shortly."
"Hm." The man folded his arms and continued to frown.
"Hafitch Tridan is in his office. I will tell him you are here." Tosef attempted to excuse himself to give Tridan a more thorough warning of what had shown up on their doorstep at the worst possible time.
"No," the man held up his hand and Tosef stoped in his tracks. "You will take us to him."
"Yes, sir." Tosef nodded his head in compliance and turned slowly towards the blackened doorway.
The workmen were working furiously to scrub the ash and soot from the stonework, floor and walls. There was a man on each side trying to remove what was left of the melted metal hinges as still others were loading what was left of the charred wood door into wheelbarrows in turn. Tosef glared at anyone who turned form their work, but most paused to watch the line of them disappear past the first curve of the hallway.
Tosef walked slowly. This was no good, no good at all. The Gordie'en did not send his council members out lightly, especially not four of them. Not even two days after Kallon Hillenbohn escaped they had four council members show up on their doorstep. Four!
"You are Tosef DeMyur, are you not?" A second man questioned. He was thin and lanky with mostly grey hair, tidy beard and stubbornly dark, bushy brows.
"Yes, sir." Tosef responded without looking back.
"You came before us not quite two years ago in protest of how Hafitch Danrick Mishor handled the Sray Hillenbohn selection and induction." The man continued. "Very interesting having you here at Dohman."
"I-ah," He searched for words. "I felt I would work better elsewhere after my- ah- mistake with Hafitch Mishor. I should have handeled that better."
"Hm, yes, you should have. We hope you learned from your mistakes."
"Yes, sir, I have." Why was Tridan's office so far from the front door? "What matter do you need to discuss with Hafitch Tridan?" Tosef questioned.
"We need to discuss it with Hafitch Tridan." The man replied with finality. Tosef dared to look back and immediatley regretted it as four pairs of accusing eyes looked right back. He quickly turned around and quickened his step.
"Here we are." Tosef announced. The door opened and Gerrod Kameloan appeared. Tosef hoped his emotions were not so plain on his face as his companion's.
"Oh, sirs, madam, this is most unexpected. DeMyur if you're not needed here they -uh- need some help in the wood shop."
"If you don't need me?" Tosef asked the council members as he moved to hold open the door for them.
"No, the bald man replied. "But do not go far."
"Yes, sir." DeMyur bowed as they passed into Tridan's office and let the door shut behind them.
"This is bad news Tosef. Bad, bad news." Gerrod whispered and glanced back at the shut door as they walked briskly down the hall.
"I know. I would have expected a summons for him. Maybe eventually one, but four! And so close to his escape."
"Do you think they know about that? What we were doing?" Gerrod wrung his hands and then shoved them hard into his pockets.
"They can only be guesses. He isn't here any more, they don't have any proof. No one here would dare cross Tridan." Tosef said.
"Unless they take him before the Gordie'en. They scrubbed the basement, right?"
"Yes, that was the first thing once the fire was out and the riders sent off. There's no sign that anyone was down there."
"Good, good," Gerrod said and glanced around the hall.
"Do you know why there is a name missing in your family tree?" The man asked casually, fingering the spines of the books on the shelves.
Teign frowned back at him. "What are you talking about?"
"Teigan Sollit, the son of Mityesh Sollit and Wayshur Kishur," the man receited, "Mityesh, the son of Jegoth Sollit and Beishahn Bei'ur, Jegoth the son of Meilah Sollit and Vaylen Yesh, Meilah the son of Kijoth Sollit and Rothan Belrohth, Kijoth, son of Ruleth Sollit, daughter of Keishan Sollit and Janef Pelkuhr. Kijoth Sollit had no named father, do you know why that is?"
"I never thought much about it." Teigan admitted.
"Your children are not proof that the experiments, such as they were, could work because a straight cross between Man and Klamon is not enough to bring the Mime power to the surface. It has to come from both sides."
Teigan looked at the man with suspicion and confusion. "What are you saying?"
"Kijoth Sollit, your great-great grandfather, was sired by a member of the Brotherhood of the Mime. The man's name was lost in the chaos that set Kijoth and his mother free. He was a hybrid as your children are. You, Tiegan Sollit, have a bit of Man in you, as many did who were the children and the children's children of those taken by the Mime.
"A whole branch of your line ignored. The Klamon took in the hybrid children of their stolen generation and brought them up as full Kalmon, mixing them in, but never openly admitting that they brought Human blood in. The Humans would not have taken them, the Klamon had more compassion for them, but did not want to dwell on how they came to be.
"Your children are not capable of weilding the Mime's power because their mother was a Hilenbohn. It is because you are not fully Klamon."
---
Kallon finished with his body and moved to his hair and growled at the tangled mess. "I think it all just needs to come off." He grumbled.
"Do you want me to try?" Sray offered.
"Sure." He handed the soap over and Sray grabbed a comb from a small stand next to the tub. "It was due for a cut before anyway." He added.
Sray gently ran her fingers through his hair, teasing out the knots. There was silence for several minutes as she gently and patiently eased the comb through and removed the bits of dead, knotted hair from the living.
---
A large carriage pulled by a team of four horses appeared on the lane to Dohman. Tosef DeMyur looked up at the sound of multiple hooves dropping from a trot to a walk as it drew near. He froze. This was not good. "Hey," he called over the closest worker. "Tell Hafitch Tridan he has visitors from Kamenlohn, make it quick!"
"Yes, sir."
"Clear a path!" He called out to those working to remove the remaining debris of what was the front door and facade. He jogged over and was at the door before the groom had a chance to open it.
"For what do we owe the honor?" DeMyur asked.
The groom narrowed his eyes at Tosef and opened the door without a word. Tosef backed up a few steps as three men and a woman stepped out of the carriage with equally disapproving looks. They wore the stark, black robes of Gordie'en council members.
"We are here to speak with Hafitch Alekandler Tridan." One of the men stated, he was short and had a round belly and face and a hairline that had retreated to the sides and back of his head. He frowned at the activity around the gaping hole where the front door had been. "That is significant fire damage." He observed. "When did that happen?"
Tosef cleared his throat in order to find his voice again. "Just yesterday, sir, freak accident in the middle of the night. We are almost done with the clean-up and plan on having a new door hung shortly."
"Hm." The man folded his arms and continued to frown.
"Hafitch Tridan is in his office. I will tell him you are here." Tosef attempted to excuse himself to give Tridan a more thorough warning of what had shown up on their doorstep at the worst possible time.
"No," the man held up his hand and Tosef stoped in his tracks. "You will take us to him."
"Yes, sir." Tosef nodded his head in compliance and turned slowly towards the blackened doorway.
The workmen were working furiously to scrub the ash and soot from the stonework, floor and walls. There was a man on each side trying to remove what was left of the melted metal hinges as still others were loading what was left of the charred wood door into wheelbarrows in turn. Tosef glared at anyone who turned form their work, but most paused to watch the line of them disappear past the first curve of the hallway.
Tosef walked slowly. This was no good, no good at all. The Gordie'en did not send his council members out lightly, especially not four of them. Not even two days after Kallon Hillenbohn escaped they had four council members show up on their doorstep. Four!
"You are Tosef DeMyur, are you not?" A second man questioned. He was thin and lanky with mostly grey hair, tidy beard and stubbornly dark, bushy brows.
"Yes, sir." Tosef responded without looking back.
"You came before us not quite two years ago in protest of how Hafitch Danrick Mishor handled the Sray Hillenbohn selection and induction." The man continued. "Very interesting having you here at Dohman."
"I-ah," He searched for words. "I felt I would work better elsewhere after my- ah- mistake with Hafitch Mishor. I should have handeled that better."
"Hm, yes, you should have. We hope you learned from your mistakes."
"Yes, sir, I have." Why was Tridan's office so far from the front door? "What matter do you need to discuss with Hafitch Tridan?" Tosef questioned.
"We need to discuss it with Hafitch Tridan." The man replied with finality. Tosef dared to look back and immediatley regretted it as four pairs of accusing eyes looked right back. He quickly turned around and quickened his step.
"Here we are." Tosef announced. The door opened and Gerrod Kameloan appeared. Tosef hoped his emotions were not so plain on his face as his companion's.
"Oh, sirs, madam, this is most unexpected. DeMyur if you're not needed here they -uh- need some help in the wood shop."
"If you don't need me?" Tosef asked the council members as he moved to hold open the door for them.
"No, the bald man replied. "But do not go far."
"Yes, sir." DeMyur bowed as they passed into Tridan's office and let the door shut behind them.
"This is bad news Tosef. Bad, bad news." Gerrod whispered and glanced back at the shut door as they walked briskly down the hall.
"I know. I would have expected a summons for him. Maybe eventually one, but four! And so close to his escape."
"Do you think they know about that? What we were doing?" Gerrod wrung his hands and then shoved them hard into his pockets.
"They can only be guesses. He isn't here any more, they don't have any proof. No one here would dare cross Tridan." Tosef said.
"Unless they take him before the Gordie'en. They scrubbed the basement, right?"
"Yes, that was the first thing once the fire was out and the riders sent off. There's no sign that anyone was down there."
"Good, good," Gerrod said and glanced around the hall.