Tornians 3.1 Oryon M.K. E

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Slowly Jago did as his Lord ordered.
Now tell me exactly what s going on.
My Lord, I told you.
This is because of what was made known on Tornian.
Yes, my Lord, Jago told him quietly. I can no longer serve&
Why? Oryon demanded. What has changed?
My Lord? Jago gave him a stunned look.
What has changed, Jago? Except the fact that everyone now knows what you have had to
overcome to become the fit and honorable male you now are.
My Lord? Surprise flared in Jago s eyes.
It took a male of great honor and courage to do what you did in front of the Assembly, Jago. In
front of the Emperor. You stood and told truth, even though it reflected badly on the male you had
been. You showed that a male, a Tornian male can change, that who we can be is not dictated by who
we were. I am proud that you are a member of my House.
But others&
That s what this is about? What others are thinking and saying? Jago, you can t let that control
you. If I had, I would not have four males that I am extremely proud of. I wouldn t have my Lady, who
I would give my life for and not because of the offspring she has given me, but because she completes
me in a way I can never truly explain. Without her, you may as well end me.
Shock widening his eyes, Jago sat back in his chair. Your Lady is an extremely special female my
Lord.
She is, and right now she is in her old chambers selecting furniture for the entrance hall. This
conversation is done. You will stay as you vowed. You are an asset to my House, Warrior Jago, not a
liability, and I mean to keep you.
Thank you, my Lord. Starting to rise, Jago paused. My Lord?
Yes? Oryon stood, gathering the invoices.
Why is Lady Isis selecting furniture for the entrance hall?
Because it seems Master Bard has been passing off inferior furniture as solid dair.
Impossible! Jago immediately denied the possibility.
Excuse me? Oryon asked, raising an eyebrow.
Master Bard would never do such a thing, my Lord. He is a fit and honorable male who takes
great pride in his work.
Yet I have invoices in my hand. Oryon lifted them. Signed by him that state he made solid dair
furniture for my hall, when what was found is peine covered with dair.
All I know is that if that is what you have, then that is what Master Bard was requested to build.
You have that much faith in the male?
Yes, my Lord. Jago simply said.
Then you will accompany me while I confront him with this, and we ll see if your faith is well
placed.
Gladly, my Lord.
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Master Bard s shop was several maili from House Rigel in a small valley surrounded by a heavily
forested area. Bard would sometimes work late into the night and the landscape kept the noise from
traveling, as it was doing now.
Oryon knew Bard was well liked by his people, not only because he was an outgoing male, but
also because he was very talented. His furniture was highly sought after. It was why Oryon had made
him his Master Cabinetmaker, securing that House Rigel would always have the best. Or so he had
thought. Now he wondered if he had been made a fool of.
Master Bard! Oryon roared over the noise of the saw, as he entered Bard s workshop.
After several moments, Bard shut off his saw. Who in the name of the Goddess would dare roar
at a male when he is using the saw?!!! Bard spun around, little pieces of adhmad clinging to his gray
hair, revealing his advanced age. He didn t appear fazed at seeing Oryon. Did you want me to cut off
an arm! My Lord, he tacked on at the end.
Oryon held back a smirk at the older male barely remembered show of respect. It was something
he had always liked about the male. He saw Oryon as just another young male, one that he had
something to teach. The thought that he had fooled him for all these years had Oryon frowning.
I am here to speak to you about the furnishings in the entrance hall of House Rigel.
What about them? Bard snorted, turning back to inspect the piece of adhmad he d been working
on before he d been interrupted. Still can t believe you ordered it. If having a Lady has put that much
of a strain on your Household, then you need to get rid of her. House Rigel s entrance hall, hell the
whole House should only have the best Betelgeuse has to offer, not pieces that only look it.
What? Oryon asked in a deadly quiet voice.
Have you gone deaf, my Lord? Or is it that you just don t like to hear truth anymore? It seemed
Bard was years past caring if his Lord ended him.
I am not deaf and I will always listen to truth, old male, and you better start giving me some. I
want to know why the furniture in my hall is not what was ordered!
It was exactly what was ordered, although it pained me to make it!
I have the invoices right here! Oryon shouted, pulling them out of his inner pocket. Furnishings
made of solid dair were ordered!
It was not! Bard shouted back.
Moving forward, Bard grabbed the papers from Oryon s hand faster than Oryon thought he could,
for the male had a limp, an injury Bard sustained in a battle that had nearly cost him his life. It was
why he no longer carried Warrior status.
What is this? Bard scanned the pages.
It s the invoices for the entrance hall furniture you made.
That s an untruth! Spinning around on his good leg, Bard limped toward his office, muttering the
entire way.
Oryon raised an eyebrow at Jago, who just shrugged, and they both followed the older male. When
they reached the little room that seemed to be Bard s office, they found him still muttering about
incompetent young males as he opened and closed file drawers.
Looking around the room, Oryon found it surprisingly clean and organized. Walking over to a tall,
design desk, he found what would be an amazing piece of furniture still being designed. It was large
and solid, yet had the beautiful carving and detail work Oryon knew Isis so loved.
Here! Bard exclaimed triumphantly.
The slamming of a file down on anther desk had Oryon turning around to find Bard flipping through
papers. Pulling one out, Bard shoved it into his Lord s hands. Looking down, Oryon saw that it
appeared to be an identical invoice to what Oryon had given him, only this one stated peine covered
with dair and an entirely different price. One that was a great deal lower then what Kaspar stated he
paid.
Sliding Bard s invoice on top of the one Kaspar gave him, Oryon discovered the signatures lined
up perfectly as did the invoice numbers. It was only the descriptions and amounts, which were
different. Oryon felt his rage begin to grow, but knew he had to suppress it.
Bard felt no such inclination. That son of Daco! I knew I should have come to Rigel and spoken
of my disgust straight to you! Spinning on his bad leg, Bard, had to catch himself as his knee gave
out. He flushed as if embarrassed by his show of weakness.
Why didn t you? Oryon demanded, but not as vehemently as he would have seeing Bard s
stumble.
Because that Daco dung House Master of yours, Kaspar, informed me that he had also tried to get
you to change the order, and you informed him that you were Lord of House Rigel and if anyone else
questioned his decisions they would find them off Betelgeuse. Bard s flush darkened and he [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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