Chapter One: "Coming of Age"
Tristan awoke with a start from yet another of his recurring dreams. This time it had been of a misty ruin on some distant shore. A massive, ancient, Dragon, of radiant gold had been teaching him the Draconian language. In previous dreams he had been taught to fly and fight as a dragon. As it usually happened, the ancient drake stopped his lesson suddenly, and told him in a commanding voice to awaken at once. Still, somewhat bleary-eyed, he dressed hastily, grabbed his satchel of scrolls and was out the massive brass double doors of his academy barracks. He ran across the park like common area with its great fountains and stately oaks. His footfalls echoing off the flower lined marble walkways. As he ran, his lungs began to burn from the cool morning air which was filled with fog and mist this time of year. At last his feet found the rail lined marble walkway that led to the stairs of the Academy of Histories. Tristan was oblivious to the life like carved statues lining the steps. His tall, muscular frame allowed him to take the steps two to three at a time.
"I cannot be late again," he told himself. Professor Celestae would give him a blistering reprimand before his classmates. With renewed vigor he forced himself on. As he neared the top, he saw the Professor at the great bronze doors. Her attention was diverted by the other young nobles of his class and just before she closed the door, he managed to get his leg between it and the door jamb.
"So nice of you to join us, your Highness. Take your seat and be quick about it!" Her raven black hair almost seemed to shimmer in the morning light. Her forest green eyes showed her disapproval at his tardiness. With a sigh, she opened the door, which had just moments before pinned him. Soon as he was inside he bowed before her.
"So sorry Professor, I was studying late again and overslept. I beg of you, forgive my tardiness, it was not done purposefully." As swift as a great cat, she swatted his backside with her pointer causing him to blush ever so slightly.
"We shall speak more of this when class is over. Now take your seat." As he moved quickly by her, she concealed her smile by rolling her eyes and shaking her head. She secretly admired the speed of her pupil and had watched with concealed admiration as he had rushed across the lawn. She could have closed the door, but had pretended some distraction inside the building. She made her way to the great carved alabaster podium at the front of the class. She stood a moment, waiting for her pupils to silence themselves.
"OK, my spoiled young nobles, let us refresh last week discussion in your minds. Who here can summarize `The Shaelendrian Empire?" She made some show of scanning the class before smiling to herself.
"Prince Tristan, so good of you to volunteer. Our ears hunger for your point of view on pat few week's discussion. Tell us about the Shaelendrian Empire as it is now called, to the best of your ability." She then moved toward her chair across the room and motioned for him to come to the podium. A slight blush reached his cheeks as he slowly rose and made his way forward. Then, with a nod to his tutor he took his place behind the podium. He inhaled deeply to calm himself and began.
"I guess I should go back about three thousand years." He thought back to the last Harvest Festival when an aged storyteller had come to the castle and told them of the Shaelendrian Empire. So many stories were told of that golden era. It made his heart ache in its deepest recesses for being born now rather than then.
"The Shaelendrian Empire had its beginnings long ago. Roughly three thousand years ago our world was made up of hundreds of Duchies, minor holdings and kingdoms, as well as various free hold city states. Our world was in a constant state of upheaval. Wars raged across the face of Shaelendria as they vied for land, power and to quench their greed for riches and more lands".
"The Great Elven Lords and Ladies of Shaelendria grew weary of the constant turmoil and atrocities that war brings in its aftermath. It had been their tradition since time began to meet once each decade to discuss the state of the world as they were so very long-lived. After their discussions they would then deliberate on whether or not they should become involved, even if only temporarily. Though they may well have wished to stay sequestered in their forested realms and turn a blind eye to the ignorance of the younger races about them. Soon the wars began to spill over into their sacred forest. These events caused them to meet every five years, then every year and as time went by they began to meet at least once every moon cycle, sometimes more. Finally, they caused a peninsula to be raised out into Lake Ontillae. Upon this piece of land was constructed a fortified city, from there each of the Lords and Ladies were kept informed of happenings throughout the world. Scouts were soon dispatched out to cities, large and small. It was called then Teaghlachae and served as the seat of the Shaelendrian Council."
"The Elves of Ontillae had always been at home on land or sea. No higher skilled sailors have ever existed, either then or now." He added not try to hide the sense of pride that surely showed in his manner and bearing.
Tristan knew without turning that those jade eyes of his Professor bore into him. He always felt it when he was under the scrutiny of those eyes. Their emerald gaze had captured him long ago and stolen away his heart. He drove himself hard to excel at the academy. If only to gain her approval, which he sought much more than high marks. With great difficulty, he forced the scent of jasmine and honeysuckle from his mind as they assaulted his senses.
"Originally, the ten Elven Realms alone were the founding members of what we now call the Shaelendrian Empire. Of these, Ontillae and Nicholae figured prominently. A century or so later, the four great Dwarven Realms also joined. And about two centuries after that, the realms of men joined as well. After five centuries of diplomacy and pressure from the Shaelendrian Council, all the realms used diplomacy to solve their differences. That is of course, all but the seven Jewels of the eastern sea. Those seven realms pirated the coast and raided their inland neighbors. After a decade of discussion, the Shaelendrian Council decided none would stand aloof or exempt of the council. Thus did the Ontillaean navy set sail, with not only their warriors, but contingents of all the other council members sailed with them. One by one, the seven Jewels fell. At last, the entirety of Shaelendria spoke with one voice. All realms had a say in every major decision affecting their world. Through the combined wisdom of the world's rulers did Shaelendria reap a Golden Period that lasted nearly two thousand years.The peoples of the world moved about freely and settled in other realms. By the end of the Golden Period every realm had Elves, Dwarves and Men living and working together. In regards to the Seven Jewels of the East, they were given to Ontillae to govern. For rebellion always lay just beneath the surface of those realms. Waiting for any chance to break free and return to their lawless ways. Ontillae had the only true navy in the world, so the duty of policing the Seven Isles fell to them."
"Over the past five centuries participation of the members waned until only Ontillae, Nicholae, and the Dwarven realm of Slaenslocke remained. Although Maestelae had once again begun to send ambassadors here to Nicholae." He paused to drink, pouring a glass half full of water and drinking it down. It gave him the time he needed to sort the jumble of information he had collected about his parents over the years. Some from his uncle and aunt, the rest from elders willing to talk of it.
"Roughly a century ago, the Lord and Lady of Ontillae did set sail to renew ties with the three Elven Realms of the south western sea. The Lady of Ontillae, having been born a Princess of Nicholae, did stop here when they set out to leave her infant son in the care of her family, thus protecting the heir should misfortune strike them down. They set sail for the Realm of Yavecae, and were never seen or heard from again after rounding the southern cape of Maestelae. Like the Shaelendrian Empire's slow decay, so has it been with my homeland of Ontillae. The last three diplomatic missions that were sent there over the last five decades have never returned. The world once more wars with itself, and the Seven Jewels or Island realms are again hostile, to say the least. Piracy and banditry run rampant throughout the realms. The once peaceful Shaelendrian Empire is no more but embers of that golden age still smolder in our minds and in our hearts."
Tristan paused again as he thought of the mother and father he had never known. They had given him life and left him titles and the right to rule a land he knew little about. That land was full of people he knew even less about. He inhaled deeply, fighting the emotions rising in himself before adding "Soon, the son of the Lord and Lady Ontillae shall return there to claim his birthright. For I, am that son." The young Prince stood defiantly, as a single tear wet his cheek. He turned once more to the tutor that had beaten knowledge into his head over the last five decades.
"Will that suffice, Professor Celestae?" He asked, wrestling with the passions and emotions bubbling up like a pot boiling over.
Professor Celestae stared into the ocean blue depths of his eyes, and she saw a storm of lightning dancing in them. She studied him a moment watching the lightning dance in his eyes. Her eyes studied the face that had for so long filled her dreams.
"That will indeed suffice your Highness. Thank you, for such a detailed summary. Well done!"
To her credit, no hint of her own inner turmoil was evident upon her flawless face. Only her eyes could betray her, and she made some show of gathering her papers and scrolls to hide them.
"Let us now break our fast as the sun reaches its peak. We shall continue when we reconvene for our afternoon session." She smiled warmly out over the crowd of her students. She had schooled them now for over five decades. A small pang of loss ran through her for tomorrow she would begin again the cycle with all new faces.
She sat alone on a marble bench beneath the arms of the ancient majestic oaks. A gentle breeze blew her hair, as crumbs fell into the lap of her deep blue gown. She was absently tearing chunks from a stale loaf and tossing them into the pool at the base of a great fountain. Streaks of orange, red, gold, yellow, and white broke the surface as the fish vied with one another to receive the bounty of her actions. So deep and turned inward were her thoughts that she did not see nor feel the eyes of her pupil on her. He sat in the shade of a nearby gazebo that rested beneath a great willow. His eyes were captured by her even as she sat with her bottom lip caught between her teeth, as she searched her feelings and her thoughts. Celestae pondered deeply on the words of Prince Tristan, and upon him as well. She knew that which he did not. There had been an arrangement made between the Duke of Breezae and the Duke of Celestae over a century ago. With the birth of the Crown Prince these two great houses would be forever be bound and united. Not only the ties of the two families, but also the ties of the northern and southern Duchies. Lord Edvon had been joined with Princess Dannah of Nicholae, forever cementing the bond which existed between the two realms. Lady Dannah upon being wed, was not only the lone Princess of Nicholae, but became the Duchess of Breezae, Lady of Ontillae and Queen of the seven jewels of the Eastern Sea. The Prince's graduation was less than a week away. This filled her with mixed emotions, all contending for top spot in her mind. Despair of the unknown, pride in the Prince's rise to the top of the Academy Scholar Rolls. Even excitement made a play for prominence in her head. Would her unknowing betrothed truly seek his birthright? If so, what dangers and adventure lay hidden before them in the shadows of the future? What would be his reaction upon finding out about their betrothal? But make no mistake, she would go wherever her Prince would lead them. She had spent too much energy and emotion during the past half century educating and stimulating the mind of the one she would one day call husband.
Prince Tristan's cousin, companion, and quite often partner in mischief, sat watching him as his eyes beheld their Professor. "Trist, you are a glutton for punishment. First you arrive late to her final class, then you're here all calf eyed, totally enraptured by her as she feeds the fish." He gave his cousin a rough teasing shove, to break the staring trance he was in.
"I cannot help what i feel, Sopaul. I often awaken to the lingering scent of lavender and honeysuckle as if she has been walking through my dreams. Her emerald eyes draw me into their depths and hold me a willing captive. Everything about that woman intrigues me to want to learn more. I cannot explain it better. Just look at her, cousin of mine!" he said, throwing his arm over Sopaul's shoulders, as he pointed across the sunlit lawn with its flowerbeds and well manicured shrubs and trees. "No flaw dare touch her sun kissed skin. Her noble cheek bones denote her close proximity to the royal blood of the noble houses. Her every move is one of dignity and grace, not unlike that of a swan dancing upon still waters. How, may I ask, can I not look at her perfection?"
"Tristan, she has hopelessly ensnared your heart and melted your brain to mush, till even now it dribbles out of your ears like beads of wax down a candle stick. Come, let us go to class before we are late yet again." Then almost as an afterthought, he flicked his friend playfully in the back of the head before sprinting off for the safety of the classroom, where foolishness was not allowed and often punished.
Prince Tristan, towering over his cousin, soon ran him down and gave him a solid punch to the arm before hurrying on. He sailed up the gleaming steps and opened the door.
Celestae stood, tossing the last of her stale loaf to the waiting koi fish in the pool and brushed the remainder of the crumbs from her blue and silver trimmed gown. With a stately pace, she traversed the walkways of the formal gardens of the common area, picking her way around the marble statues that stood lifelike in beds of flowers. Arriving at last at the top of the steps of the Histories building, she reached its great doors at the same time as the Prince object of her afternoon deliberations. He held the door for her and gave her a respectful nod as their eyes locked for the briefest of moments, before she moved through the doorway and made her way to front of the class room.
"Class be seated!" Celestae commanded in a voice of authority, denoting that she meant now. Sopaul sat in his seat staring out the window his thoughts dwelling on adventures as he watched ships in the harbor sailing in and out wish to be on one of them. "This being our last session, I think I will ask someone to tell us what they know of the Drelven. Since Prince Tristan informed us so well of the Shaelendrian Empire let us see if Prince Sopaul cannot give us
an equal accounting." She pleasantly noted his start of surprise and thought this will teach him that daydreaming in class has consequences last day or not. For surely one who makes such wondrous kissing faces at the back of my head would be eager to please me with a good accounting." She added with a smile, her left eyebrow slightly raised. Inwardly she laughed having seen his actions in the crystal glassed panels of a nearby display case.
Prince Sopaul, blushing furiously, crimson colored his cheeks and continued to the tips of his ears. Finally, regaining a small measure of his composure as the laughter died down, he answered. "Yes, Professor. Sorry, you were not supposed to have seen that foolishness."
"The Drelven", he began, "Long ago, in ancient times, much before the dispersal of the Elven Lords and Ladies, there was a great thousand-year war between Dragon and Elven kind. Back then the Dwarven lords and their peoples seldom left their great fortified cities beneath the vast mountains of Shaelendria. The race of Man was still young and quite barbaric. The Dragons and the Elves did make unrelenting war one upon the other.
As the centuries of foul, endless war continued to grind its way through the ages of prehistory, great and vast was the death toll on either side. It seemed Elf and Dragon were bent on their mutual extinction. The war raged for ten centuries. Over one thousand years passed. The remnants of the two warring races had ravaged every corner of Shaelendria and had now all gathered in what is the present day Realm of Ontillae."
He paused but a moment before continuing on. "Legends from that time tell us that the Dragons were led by a wise and ancient gold Drake named Sunbringer. He did call for a truce in a high mountain meadow in northern Ontillae. The Elven High King Shaelendar did wearily agree and under banner
of truce walked out to meet the King of all Dragon kind. Their armies massed to either side of the meadow as their leaders conversed. Great had been their war and long, and greatly diminished were these remnants of two great proud races."
Now warming to his subject, Sopaul began to speak more quickly. He had always loved the story of the Drelven and the thousand-year war. He would always request it from the bards at court the formal language of that time always ignited his imagination. More confident now, he decided to try to breathe life into it and give a good performance in front of his classmates and Professor Celestae. "It would seem Elf King and worthy opponent, our war is at last near its conclusion." A great sadness seemed to descend on the Dragon King. "Of the thousands of my kind that once flew the skies only some few hundreds doth remain. Here at last, in the last great stronghold of my kind. As it is with us, so it is yet with thee. Of the millions of graceful elves only a few thousand yet remain. Lost is the reason we chose to do war one upon the other. This having been said, I offer thee two options if you whilst hear mine words. Noble adversary"
King Shaelendar ever wise and learned answered "I shall hear thine words Noble Dragon King and seek what I may from them here at the climax of a thousand years of war. Say on! I entreat thee for I am listening."
"Very well, Elf King, hear mine words! On this day we can have one last battle here in this place, where we now meet, and the annihilation of one if not both our races awaits us as the final prize. Should we choose this course I feel that the victor, if one does emerge, would soon be made extinct by the Dwarves or perhaps even the fledgling race of Man." the Dragon King offered in his deep rumbling voice.
"You spoke of a second option, for I do admit the first has no lustre in mine eyes and doth cause my soul to canker. Say on! Most worthy of opponents, for yet am I listening still to thine words." the Elf King did say sitting upon a boulder nearby in deep contemplation.
"Alas, the second option, though it leave a taste of bile in both our mouths, doth hold a slight glimmer of hope for the remnants of our two proud races. Be thou at peace as I now change mine form so that thou might yet better understand me." A vast golden light did engulf the Dragon King, burning brighter, then ebbing away. Before, where the Drake had been, stood a golden skinned elf. "In this form, shall I present thee two dozen of mine noble daughters and if thou shalt agree you would give two dozen of thy noble sons. In this way might a new race be born with the best of both our proud races to sustain them. A race one part noble elf and one part noble dragon. They shall settle here in this place and call it home. From here might our future descendants wisely care for and nurture this world which we have been destroying for over a thousand years. For truly, hath we failed miserably in that charge. It was our races, both thine and mine that was first upon this new world. We chose not to work one with the other and allowed our hearts to filll with self import. Finally, so full of ourselves didst we do terrible war one upon the other and to our shame stand here in this meadow facing each other on the eve of our mutual destruction." The Dragon King paused that his words might be considered at some length.
Shaelendar searched the words of his foe, turning them over, and over yet again. "Much hath thine words disturbed, nay shamed me at the foolishness that hath set our two proud races on the path to destruction. Here in this place, where we stand, you and I, upon the precipice. If we lean but a little to one side doth one, nay both of our kind vanish forever more. The other way is covered in the great mist of mystery and the unknown. I hope, I choose in wisdom, for mine people and thine. Let us unite forever our Houses for good or ill. They shall be our hope that such folly never again so mars the face of this new world. I shall ask of mine nobles for volunteers from their young unwed sons. To stand proof positive of mine own resolve doth I pledge mine own three sons to this path. Ontillae, Nicholae, and my youngest Breezae. Wilt thou make good the words you put to me here and now in this place?"
"I will, and as proof of mine own resolve whilst I grant to thine three sons, three daughters of mine own blood. This shalt forever more bind your House and mine, as well as the Elf and Dragon races. May the wisdom of this day, perhaps one day redeem us of the stupidity of our own pride and self-worth. As I say, so shall it be." He stretched forth his morphed hand to the Elven King.
"As thou, so doth I say, so shall it be," he stated as he took the offered hand and thus was ended the Thousand-Year War and the legend of the Drelven begun." Prince Sopaul turned to his tutor to gauge her reaction."That, Professor is the extent of my knowledge. Little if any proof exists, to confirm that the race of Drelven move among us. Has my knowledge proven acceptable?" he inquired, seeking her criticism and approval.
"It has indeed. Class, it has been mine honor to have taught each of you these past decades. Remember to open your minds, little is learned if you go through life with blinders on, taking all for granted. Be well! Goodbye and dismissed."
The following morning, Prince Tristan awoke early and stepped out onto the balcony of the tower he shared with his cousin. He watched eastward as the first yellow and golden spears of dawn pierced the dull gray sky of night chasing away once more the darkness. In the city beneath, he heard the familiar song of the weapon smith as he started his day with a Rat-tat rattatat tat, Rat-tat rattatat tat. Steel shod hooves rang up to him as wagoneers and woodcutters set out to begin their day. Roosters greeted the arrival of the morning sun from various locations throughout the city. The breeze this morning bombarded his senses with the smell of fresh bread and the brine of the sea. Tristan enjoyed these moments just as the world was waking. It gave him a chance to collect his thoughts and chart a rough course for his day. Tristan stood, naked with his arms extended like wings, allowing the morning sun to warm him. With that accomplished, he returned to the interior of his rooms and dressed in his leather cuirass and greaves. He lifted the longsword his uncle had bestowed upon him, after his graduation from the Nicholae Academy, and fastened its belt about his waist. With a practiced effort he moved about the room till his armor settled into place. Finally, the bites and chafes were minimal. He looked to an unseen package a servant had delivered while he had slept.
He checked the message that accompanied it, immediately recognizing the crest imprinted in the sealing wax. With nervous fingers he broke the seal and removed the parchment hidden within.
Greetings Tristan,
I brought this with me nearly eight decades ago when I journeyed here to act as your tutor. These are the colors and crest of house Breezae, included as well is a personal signet ring that was designed for you by Lord Edvon, your father, two days before he and Lady Dannah set sail for the southwestern sea. I would add my congratulations to all the others you have received. Know my Prince I am well pleased with the heir of Ontillae. I am always here if you wish to seek my council. Be well, Tristan, My Prince.
Lady Celestae.
With nervous fingers he worked the wrapping of the package before him. Once more the scent of lavender and honeysuckle drifted up to bombard his nose. He pulled back the paper to reveal an emerald green cloak with a golden oak embroidered onto it. A gold dragon cloak pin so highly detailed it looked alive, with its aquamarine eyes, was pinned to it. Next, he removed an ivory handled dagger with an ocean blue aquamarine stone set in its pommel. Tied to it with an emerald ribbon was the ring his father had made for him. Carefully he untied it and examined it. It was cast in gold and etched into its aqua stone was a dragon and golden oak. He sat for perhaps an hour wondering at these gifts. At last, with a sigh he pinned on the cloak added the dagger to his sword belt and slid the ring upon his finger. "Best get started," he told himself and descended the marble stairs carpeted in a deep maroon. He moved through an oak paneled hall to his strongroom and removed a heavy purse. Satisfied, after hefting it a few times he moved out and across the courtyard and made his way to the stables.
"Morning to you my Lord, I have your horse saddled and ready to go. He seems a bit restive," his squire noted. "A bit high-strung like his master I suppose. Here, take this." He said shoving a half loaf of fresh peasant bread, some warm ham and a hunk of cheese at his Lord. "It is no small wonder you have not starved to death. Relying on me to remind you to eat is not a wise course you know". He then burst out in his deep rich laugh as Tristan only nodded while he continued to eat with eagerness. He nodded again appreciatively, as Sheldon put a tankard of mead in his hand to wash it down.
"Thank you, Sheldon," he said at last, no sign of his meal remaining. "We have much to do today, and I had completely forgotten to stop by the kitchens. First stop, is the waterfront I am looking for an old Ontillian sea captain they call old Sandy. I was told to check a pub called the Reef. Do you know where it is"? Tristan asked brushing bread crumbs from his tunic.
"Next to the shipyards and right on the water. A lot of veteran seamen hang around there," his squire replied, as he swung up into saddle and nudged his mount into motion with his heels. "What could be so important that you need to talk to old Sandy? She is not reputed to be the social type." He asked as he rolled his massive shoulders and worked an annoying kink from his neck, though his blue his eyes danced with curiosity.
"I have a proposal for her if she will accept it." he removed an old sketch from a pouch on his belt and handed the yellowed paper to his inquisitive squire. Their years together had taught Tristan that if he had a secret and his squire knew of it, no peace would be his till Sheldon knew as well. Their years together had taught him to just go ahead and tell him, so he would not have to suffer the nagging, guilt trips, and accusations of not trusting him. To his credit, Sheldon just had a curious mind, not once had he ever betrayed a secret he shared. "Its called an Osprey. My father left it for me in a satchel of papers he had set aside for me till my Academy graduation. A large sum of money was also being held for me, so today my bear of a friend, we go to spend some."
"Just so you know, old Sandy is said to be the meanest sailor on the waterfront and all others give way to her. So step lightly, else she decides to thrash you good to teach you a few manners." He added with a smile. "Like sword master Ansel used to whenever you got to cock sure of your self he would give you a lesson in humility." His good-natured squire teased. "That is the Reef up ahead there and that fire haired wench in the leather boots and leather vest is old Sandy. She does not look to old, but then what elf ever does."
The pair surveyed the Reef. A solid stone structure, Out front were rows of solid oak benches and various barrels, crates and drying fishing nets. Many of those around wore tar smeared clothes. All were armed with various kinds of swords and daggers. They watched the pair approach with interest, more than one hand moving to rest on their weapon hilt. A group of sailors mending a large sail stopped their work to watch these strangers to the docks.
Tristan dismounted and approached the notorious Sandy a bit cautiously. His eyes noticed the well toned muscles and the fluid grace of her movements "Pardon me, I am seeking the wisdom of one that is called Sandy, do you know of her?" He asked respectfully.
"What if I do, young pup. What business would the likes of you have with a woman of the sea?" she said eyeing him up and down. She took note of the crest on his cloak and his signet. A flash of temper filled her eyes. "What would a spoiled noble like you possibly have to talk about that would interest her? You think to don the crest of the Duchy of Breezae and make me feel nostalgic? At least once a year one of you comes here and tries to get information about Ontillae and how life was there. Why can't you spoiled, noble brats find something useful to do? Go find someone else to bother. I have no time for the likes of you!"
With some difficulty he managed to maintain his bearing. A flash of his own like lightning raced across his eyes forcing him to inhale deeply before speaking. "I came here to find this Sandy, because my father told me to in a letter he left me over ten decades ago. He spoke highly of your seamanship and shipbuilding skills. Either he was mistaken, or I have the wrong Sandy. All I see before me is a sailor that wallows in self-pity and has turned her back on the world and the Noble House of Breezae she swore to serve. These are the plans for a ship that this Sandy was supposed to have designed as a prototype for the Ontillian Navy. I came here as Crown Prince Tristan, Heir to all Ontillae and the Seven Jewels of the East, as well I am, or have been told the Duke of Breezae. I had hoped to make the Osprey a reality but all I see is a bully that has no manners and no sense of loyalty. If you are not the former, Captain Sandy of the Ontillian Navy, say so now that I may seek out she who my father, Lord Edvon told me to seek." He watched as he saw realization seep into her eyes.
This was no spoiled noble. This was the Prince she had long awaited. Any doubts she had were wiped away when she saw the storm raging in his eyes. Lord Edvon had also had that storm in his when his temper would rise and threaten to boil over. Like a summer tempest on the open sea.To the amazement of those on the waterfront she drew her sword and swung it in a great display of speed and agility before dropping to her knees, offering up her sword to him in outstretched open hands. "I am Captain Sandy, and I offer mine sword, mine service and mine life to thee, my Prince. For you have come at last when I had almost given up hope." She worked very hard to control the crushing waves of emotion that raged through her.
Tristan scanned the open-mouthed sailors and workman of the now silent waterfront before taking up the offered cutlass. He must honor this fire haired warrior, who had accepted him as her liege publicly. He sliced his hand and returned it to its owner. "Then seal your pledge with blood, for words are soon forgotten. Mix your blood with mine that all may see Lord and Captain, committed to bleed one for the other. Rise my Captain, for we have much to discuss and even more to do."
Sandy not raising her eyes cut her own hand before replacing her cutlass in her scabbard, then looking up, she grasped the Prince's bloody hand and spoke the ritual "My blood for you and your blood for me, here on land and upon the sea." To her amazement, her Prince spoke the words as well, completing the fealty ceremony. "Come my Prince my workshop is yours." Excitement welled up in her and with great bearing she forced herself to walk at a normal pace.
Slowly the noise and motion returned to the seafront as if it had been holding its breath in witness of what had just happened. A low murmur of hushed conversations began to rise, as those on the waterfront tried to puzzle out what had just transpired.
Tristan and Sheldon quickly followed this mysterious mariner past several covered ship berths to the end of her Enclave. Here, she removed several padlocks from stout chains and opened the door to her private shop. "Behold, my Lord, the only Osprey in existence. It is still incomplete and no mast or sail has ever been cut or commissioned for it. I built on it, till the funds your father had given me were all but used up. I used the last to buy tar to protect her from dry rot and beeswax to coat the rest of her." As she finished, the sun came through the open center of the berth making her coppery hair seem to ignite.
In that light, Sheldon stood silently as his eyes studied Sandy. He noticed the pout of her full lips, the deep azure of her eyes, and the way her full bosom rose and fell as she breathed. This last, causing him to turn his attention to the ship as his cheeks were colored with his blush.
"I have a small purse with me Sandy" He removed it from his belt and opened it on a nearby table. He removed five hundred gold Drakes and stacked them on the work table. "Please, continue your work. I have need of this fine craft soon as it is complete. I would ask you to join me in my tower around sunset for dinner and discussion. I am gathering some few to advise me in my course." He seemed to be concentrating on something before adding, " and please call me Tristan. I may have these titles but to me, they are, but empty clutter till I have earned and reclaimed what they bestow."
"I shall arrive for dinner as you have asked, this will give me time to compose my thoughts." Her eyes studied Tristan. "Long have I awaited thee, I was, I do confess, quite put out with your fathers decision to leave me here when he departed. He was said to have glimpses or premonitions of things before they came to be. It was my pride that was injured at first when he gave command of my ship to my first officer. Then he drew out the plans I had submitted to him and told me I was to remain here and begin work on the Osprey. That lessened the sting, but I always felt my place had been with him. I realize now he had seen that which I had not. I am overjoyed you have come at last. Till dinner then."
Tristan turned, and with his squire went outside and remounted. His gray warhorse fidgeted beneath him. Then moved off towards the Academy. As they reached the cobble stone streets, leaving behind the sand of the waterfront, the pair rode on in silence. They rode up a slight rise and into the garden that was the commons of the Academy. Pausing only to tie their steeds to a hitching rack they climbed the marble stairs and entered the Histories building.
Near the front at the podium stood the raven haired professor giving a lecture to a new class of young nobles. Her emerald eyes looked up in acknowledgment of the pair as she continued to lecture. "Let us now examine the words of the Breezae Accords." The professor unrolled a yellowed crinkling document and began to read.
"The Breezae Accords
We have come forth this day to form a new Kingdom Comprized of all races of Ontillae that wish to live in harmony for the good of all as one peoples.
I, as the Duke of Breeza and chosen King of Ontillae, do this day swear; I and my heirs, as well as the united peoples of Ontillae will come to the defense of all and support with all means availble Clan Stoneaxe, Granite Hammer, and Forgefire of the Dwarven peoples. Clan Hillock of the Meadow Folk, and Clans Glitterstone, Twinkle Gem, and Blue Jewel of the Gnomish peoples. I shall act as Ambassador for the clans of Elves and Men.
I, Ebb Elen pledge my peoples, House Oceanus, to this just and honorable endeavor. We pledge to protect Ontillae from the sea and assist in making her bounty available to all.
We Torrin Stoneaxe, Zingar Granite Hammer and Balldon Forgefire, Pledge our peoples. We offer our mining and forageing skills and knowledge. We also agree to fight in defence of those bound by this Accord. We find this accord to be just and honorable, and pledge for heirs as well.
I, Chief Furrin Hillock pledge my people to this Accord with happy heart. We shall aid in the defense, expansion, and strengthening of Ontillae. We find this Accord to be honorable and just for all.
We Glim Glitterstone, Tarn Twinkle Gem, and Fernon Blue Jewel, Do hereby pledge our gnomish clans to serve Ontillae in all ways we can. For we are honorable and this be a just Accord.
So it is, that we as ten seperate nations and clans forge this alliance of five races and agree to be from this day forward Ontillaens. we have choosen to serve one another for the good and protection of all. We agree to submit to the just justments of House Breezae and the Ontillaen royal line and the Dragonwatch Guardians allied to them. All hail Ontillae, one Kingdom, for all peoples to live in equality, for the support and defence, and furtherance of all."
"This accord, bound the races of ancient Ontillae together for the furtherance of all. No one race would rule supreme. Instead all would have say in the shaping of this Realm. Why is this yellowed document so important to you here in Nicholae? I shall tell you. All the elven peoples of Shaelendria came forth from the present day Ontillae. After the end of the thousand year war, the remainder of the Elven people were there. This Document was written when all the elvish Realms were one. You might say Ontillae is the closest thing to the true homeland of the Elves. A bit in accurate, but, true all the same." Celestae paused to drink from her crystal goblet. Then to the delight of her class she announced, "Let us break for our noon recess early, so you have time to consider the importance of the Breezae Accords. Class dismissed."
Celestae waited until her students had left before coming to the door to greet her former pupils. "To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure? Have you so soon missed my teachings that you come in search of more?" she inquired with a teasing smile, arching her brow as was here custom.
"I came, Celestae, first to thank you for these gifts, as they were most unexpected. Secondly, to ask you join me at the tower this evening for dinner. I have had much rushing through my head, and would seek the wisdom of your council. I have invited some few others, and must warn in all fairness, it may be a long evening." Tristan informed her as he nodded to her respectfully.
"Me? I am just here to keep an eye on our Tristan, whom you here at the Academy deemed worthy to be set loose at last into the world. I am not sure, Lady if the world is ready for him yet, but that door has now been opened and there appears to be no hope in closing it again I fear." with a great smile Sheldon continued. "To be sure, you did your best with what you had to work with. But I do detect several rough edges yet, that were overlooked in the polishing." Then he erupted in his deep laugh carrying Celestae and Tristan along in to good humor even as blush did color Prince Tristan's cheeks.
"It will be my pleasure to attend, Tristan, now take your jolly squire and go before he decides to color my cheeks as well." She replied as she led them to the door, her eyes a twinkle. "I am pleased you were surprised with my package. I have had it in my keeping for many decades now, waiting for you to complete the Academy. Now off with you two scoundrels. I have a class to teach. I have done all I could for you two rogues. Don't let Sheldon fool you. He was every bit as mischievous as you, Tristan. When he was my student. Now get the pair of you." She said rolling her eyes and shaking her pointer at them.
Celestae sat at her desk wondering what this evening's events might unfold. She felt a nervous kind of giddiness growing in her stomach. She realized that the afternoon could not go quickly enough. She suddenly felt life was about to become more interesting than the tranquil decades she had spent here as a Professor of the Histories Department of the University. She thought briefly, of the great dragon that came to her in her dreams. He taught her the Draconian language. He also taught her how to fly and fight as a dragon. She remembered him telling her. "Reach deep, beloved to the fire that burns within. Feel its heat and draw it up into your throat as you inhale deeply. Hold it, hold it, now exhale." He had told her and when she did a great plume of flame shot forth from her scorching a couple acres of grassland. She shook her head to break her line of thought. "Foolish dreams, I should have out grown such silly behavior long ago." She scolded herself before going out to eat her lunch and soak up the golden warmth of the sun.
Tristan and his squire made a few more stops before they returned to his tower. They spent a few hours on the practice field honing his natural skill with both longsword and bow. They even took the time to make a dozen or so passes at one another in the lists before heading to the baths below the castle, where hot springs supplied the warm waters. Both, then returned, to the tower and dressed in green tunics and leather britches that marked them as Rangers. Tristan, as a last minute thought, buckled up the buckle of his sword belt, adjusted it for comfort. Then made his way to his dining hall. He sat in an emerald arm chair by the fire as he negligently sipped from his goblet the elven fire mead, from his native home. Try as he might, so much tumbled through his mind he could not organize his thoughts as he brushed a wayward lock of hair from his face, when blowing from the corner of his mouth failed to make it do more then rise up only to fall back over his eye.
As the sun began to set, his cousin Sopaul came in with his mother and father, The Lord Andalae and Lady Renee. Tristan rose to greet them, "Welcome Uncle and Aunty, thank you for taking the time to dine with me." He greeted as he clasp his Uncle's arm and gracefully took his aunt's hand kissing its back. "Sopaul, so glad you made it back from Slaenslocke. Sheldon has done his best to keep me out of trouble. But it is not as much fun as letting you get me into some." He laughed.
"It is our pleasure Nephew," Lady Renee replied. Her golden cascade of hair and those sapphire eyes, seemed to, illuminate her pale flawless skin. Her lilac gown looked elegant and very regal. "Andalae and I must admit your invitation has raised some questions of curiosity in our minds."
"Now Renee, quit trying to dig out secret's. I am sure Tristan will tell us his mind in due time." Lord Andalae chided playfully as he always did when it was just the family. He unfastened his robes of state and tossed it over the back of a chair before pouring himself a goblet of fire mead. He then poured his wife a crystal flute of wine before taking the seat Tristan held out for him.
Sopaul had risen and gone to the door to greet Sheldon, who scooped him up in a bear hug till he said "give". Celestae and Sandy arrived together, chatting as if they had known each other for a long time. Tristan paused a moment, noting how much the ladies resembled each other in the face. There the resemblance stopped, however. Sandy now dressed in Wyvern hide cuirass and greaves embossed with the golden oak upon them. Her cutlass shined at her side and her fiery hair seemed to catch the firelight and ignite her coppery wealth of curls. Sheldon released his captive and moved to pull out a chair for her, as Tristan made his way to escort Celestrae to her seat. His breath caught as he offered her his arm. Her raven hair streamed in shimmering waves to the small of her back. The golden tone of her skin radiated in the candlelight and those emerald eye threatened to devour him in their depths. He slid her chair out for her and then back in as she was seated.
Sheldon and Sopaul took their seats, and finally satisfied all was right, Tristan took his own. The food was brought in and set before them. Roasted pheasant, honeyed ham, and fresh venison, candied yams, salad, and ear corn were added along with warm bread and pastries. With some difficulty he drew his eyes away from Celestae deep blue gown trimmed in silver and white lace bodice. He waited as everyone's drink was refilled before he invoked the blessings of both the Elven and Dragon Gods.
They ate, talking of small things and some great amount of teasing and jest. When the meal had been cleared away, Tristan summoned up his courage and began. " I was looking through the satchel my father had left me, when I happened upon the drawings of a warship he had commissioned. His letter told me to seek out Captain Sandy near the waterfront. So this morning, Sheldon and I set out and found her. Not only is the beautiful but fiery Captain Sandy the designer she is also first among my father's Captains. She revealed to us the near completed prototype of a ship called the Osprey. I gave her some funds so that she may complete it with haste. It is my intention to sail for Breezae upon its completion. So it is, I invited each of you here for two reasons tonight. The first is evident, you are the most important people in my life. Second, I wish to hear your council. I beseech each of you for your aid. Make no mistake, my decision will not be swayed. I need wisdom from all of you to help guide me in my decision. For as soon as the Osprey is completed and I am competent as a sailor, I will sail for the home I have never known." He paused for the weight of his words to be considered, taking a drink of the fire mead. He felt its warmth in his mouth and as he swallowed it spread throughout his body. "I must admit that I was impressed with the Osprey when I visited Captain Sandy's Enclave. I hope the funds I left will go some way in her completion." He said turning to look at his Captain.
"I am honored it has met your approval, but I must first correct a misconception, my Prince. The enclave as you call it, in truth does not belong to me, but to you. As Crown Prince, it is yours by right of inheritance. That Enclave was set aside, far back in ancient times for your ships, Ontillaen Naval ships to dock and make repairs and take on supplies." Pausing to drink from her own tankard, she looked to Lord Andalae and Lady Renee. "Is that still so Lord and Lady? Granted no ships have ported there in near ninety years, but one has been sequestered away in its berth awaiting the return of Lord Edvon or his son to claim it." Her eyes as well as those of the other guests all looked toward Lord Andalae. Who considered the words of his nephew and Captain.
"I must confess, it does indeed belong to you Tristan, along with a sizable amount of taxes and funds set aside to support the Ontillaen Navy. I had all but forgotten it but each ship that takes port here is taxed a small revenue on your behalf. Now that you have taken Sandy as your first Captain. I can make it possible for her as well as yourself to make draws and submit bills to my bookkeepers." He stared at his Nephew whom he considered as more a son than as a kinsmen. "Are you sure, this is the path you must travel? If it is, I will lend you all the support that is at my disposal. As son of my sister, you are as much of this house as you are of the ones in Ontillae. You are in a sense the second son of my Renee and I. We shall not turn thee from this course, if it is the one you choose to follow."
Lady Renee listened as her husband and Lord spoke, then replied, "Know thee Tristan, I have ever loved thee as my own and though the mother in me screams against it, the Elven Lady of Nicholae does quiet that voice. I know the benefit, not only to Nicholae, but all realms if you are successful in this. On the behalf of my Father, the Lord of Maestelane, have I been ordered to give thee gold for ten ships, should you choose to reclaim your birthright. This offer, have I held secreted in my heart with some small hope you would not choose this path, but be content here with us. If your our successful my nephew, know the Dwarves of Slaenslocke, ever our friends, and friends of your father will likewise support thee. It does cause my heart great sorrow not knowing what lies before you." A single tear did glisten its way down the regal face of his Aunt, and the only mother he had ever known.
"I would offer my cousin" Sopaul said rising to pace near the fire, "With father's permission of course, we have taken in many Ontillaens over the years after your parent's ship disappeared. Some had been ambassadors' and their contingents of guards, others young nobles sent here to the Academy. Many, feel like they have no home. Might I send out word throughout the realm that their Prince calls them to duty, at least those willing to answer his call. I know of several naval crews that have settled here their ships finally having succumbed to pirates or storm. Might we not, father, spread word that, those wishing to return to service, their Prince awaits them?"
"I must admit Celestrae, your education of these three, hath indeed left me in awe. My son thinks wisely, as well as being ingenious in his tomfoolery." He beamed at his son. "Go to the door son, and send for parchment ink and Niles from bookkeeping as well. Lady Celestae, we have yet to hear from thee. What say you to our Tristan's revelations this night."
Lady Celestae stood from her chair and moved to stand behind the chair of Tristan, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. "I too shall return home with my Prince. It has ever been Tristan that has brought me so far from my home. I was sent here soon as word reached us that Lord Edvon and Lady Dannah's ship had mysteriously disappeared without trace. I was charged with his education by Kalix Brightscale, the son of, the Dragon protector of the Duchy of Breezae. He knew of the compact forged between Tristan's father and mine, so I was sent. Long have I held in secret that compact. Yet a while still, shall I nurse it, not ready to part with it. Know this, my place hath ever been and shall forever be at the side of Tristan, to give him council, and lend him my sword and bow as need be. Done is my role as tutor, now is my role as Sword-maiden come to pass. I shall regretfully tender my resignation to the Academy, for duty calls me home." Something passed silently between the Ladies. Lady Renee, smiled knowingly first to Sandy who winked slyly at Lady Renee, then to Celestae who stood just out of sight of Tristan with a look of victory upon her face.
A knock came at the door, Since Lord Andalae was closest he answered the door. " Ah, come in Niles, have a seat. You have been faithful, and a true asset to me since entering my service. If you could return to the service of House Breezae would you?" He inquired of the aged Elf as he set the parchment, ink pots, and quills down upon the deep mahogany table upon which they had dined.
"I must admit, Lord Andalae, though you have been generous, my first loyalties will always be to House Breezae. Should an heir appear, I would flock to him." The wise eyed Elf stated." I, myself, am distantly related to that noble House and my eyes forever seek the familiar scenery of home. Why are you asking me this my Lord might I inquire? He said raising his chin proudly.
"Your wishes must indeed be magic, because an heir has come forward, and is without a shadow of doubt entitled to his inheritance. Would you like to meet him Master Niles?" Lord Andalae ask the old elf softly as he watched the wild eyed look the man returned. The Elven elder, was trembling as the revelation sank in.
"I would, is this heir near? I see only you family, Captain Sandy in her armor of office, and Professor Celestae of the Academy here." The elder searched the room then returned his gaze to Lord Andalae. "If, this heir does truly exist, my place is by him, say this is not a cruel hypothetical question My Lord, for I do not deserve to be mistreated so."
"I am, at this time pleased to reveal to you a great family secret we have kept for over a century. Know now, that I have but one son of blood, the other is my sister's child raised by us since he was an infant his identity kept from general knowledge. He was left in our care and even now watches you with his ocean blue eyes. Will you now, serve him as you served me and his father before me?" He asked the elder elf as he watched tears well in the old elf's eyes. "Master Niles, it is my pleasure to introduce you to the son of Lord Edvon and Lady Dannah, my sister. This is Prince Tristan, heir to the Duchy of Breezae, the Kingdom of Ontillae and King of the Seven Jewels of the Eastern Sea." He then stepped aside so Niles could look into Tristan's eyes.
Niles looked into those blue eyes and sank to one knee as he recognized them as being the same as Lord Edvon's. Unable to speak he clasped the hand of his Prince and wept. Tristan, somewhat unsettled by this unexpected show of devotion, gently helped Niles up and sat the shaking man back in his chair. He looked around the room until his eyes met Celestae's. His eyes begging her for help, without saying a word she came forward offering Niles a tankard of fire mead, resting a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"I take it Master Niles, you will be willing to enter the service of house Breezae once more? My Uncle, would not have brought you here to meet me, if you were not competent. I have no small amount of funds and will soon be incurring many expenses. I need a man of your talents here to manage my affairs till such time as I can move our affairs home to the Duchy of Breezae. So again I shall ask, will you handle these affairs with the same devotion you served my father?" Tristan watched as Celestae gently rest her hands on the elder's shoulders. He had to almost force himself to use that business like tone. Hoping to ease this mans emotions.
"I will my Prince, with all my heart will I so serve thee." He managed, regaining some small amount of his composure." I must make list of what is to be done. I will of course have to reopen our embassy and seek out the remnants of the staff. I will need a detailed list of your needs Captain Sandy, so that I might better help thee. Lord Andalae, can you tell me which accounts belong to the Prince, so I may make forecast and projections?" Niles forced himself into the business at hand a bit embarrassed by his emotional outpouring. But in the depths of his heart he jumped skyward yelling "My Prince has Come! My Prince has come! Oh Gods and Goddesses be praised there is an Heir!"
They all stayed late, very late into the night, composing letters, announcements, and listings of accounts and assets. Celestae had fell asleep on a divan near the fire some time near dawn. Tristan removed his cloak from where he had hung it in the oak wardrobe and with great gentleness covered her. Sheldon and Sopaul left at first light in the company of Captain Sandy to inspect the enclave. Lady Renee kissed his cheek and excused herself. Niles surrounded by stacks of lists, of accounts, and holdings. He at last stuffed them into a large basket and carried them down the carpeted hall to the quarters Tristan had provided him. Lord Andalae, with weary, bloodshot eyes hugged his nephew close and whispered in his ear. "You do your father and my sister justice. They would be as proud of you as My Renee and I are." Then he too turned and retired to his own apartments.
Tristan had sometime during the night sent servants to make ready his mothers old apartments. With great care, almost as if she were as fragile as the petals of a rose, he lifted Celestae into his arms and carried her to the rooms he had made ready for her. Celestae's ever present essence of lavender and honeysuckle in full bloom filled his nose and caused his heart to race. A matronly head maid smiled at him as she opened the door and turned down the linen of the great four posted bed that was carved and inlaid with the crest of Breezae. Afraid to wrinkle her gown he laid her gently upon the bed and left his cloak over her. He cautiously, leaned down and kissed Celestae's forehead. "Know my Celestae, you have captured me, my lovely Huntress. My heart is forever yours," he whispered. He took one last look at the lovely sleeping form of his hearts desire, before he returned to his own apartments.
As Tristan closed the door to the apartments he had carried her to, Celestae smiled, opened her eyes and sighed contently as she took in her new surroundings. Lavender silk curtains surrounded the great four poster bed upon which she lay. The posts were carved with roses, orchids, and lilies. The great headboard had a crest carved into it inlaid with beads of gold. On the left was a golden dragon rearing up on its hind legs. To the right was the great oak of Breezae, and above both were the seven stars of the East . Her head chambermaid sat near the fire in a carved rocking chair of rosewood. She looked up, smiled at her then, went back to her quilting as Celestae, rose removed her gown and pulled the nightshirt over her head. "Can you send a man to the Academy to retrieve my things? What shall I call you my Lady?" Celestrae looked at the pink granite of the hearth. Two unicorns had been carved into the polished stone, one to either side of the fireplaces screened opening. A mantle of golden oak just above them held crystal hummingbirds, butterflies, and flowers that caught the fires reflected light and sent prisms of light dancing around the room.
"Lady Amelia if it pleases thee, Mistress Celestae" she said with a curtsy" I will have it taken care of. Now back to bed with you before you get those unsightly bags under those pretty eyes. I will see to things, now get yourself tucked under them covers." Amelia bullied. Her pale blue eyes twinkling, she pulled the covers up to Celestae's chin. Her long dark braid shining with an azure hue in the firelight.
Celestae willingly obliged. She took note of Amelia's scent, it was like the first deep breath of the oceans breeze. She thought for a brief moment of Tristan's whispered words. She knew of their betrothing as did a hand full of others but her Tristan had no idea. "He gave me his heart willingly not out of obligation to some pact made between our sires!!!!! Her heart screamed in triumph and soon was again fast asleep with Tristan's cloak drawn close to her breast and a smile upon her face. Her eyelids moved as she slipped into the dream state the elves called reverie.
Amelia smiled at her new charge. She went to a cupboard and retrieving a silver pitcher, and began to fill the vases of vibrant colored flowers with water. She collected Celestae's gown and moved across the violet carpeted room to the cedar wood wardrobes that filled a large alcove. She hung it in one, humming softly to herself as she moved beneath the vaulted ceilings. Great crystal chandeliers hung from silver chains. Murals of flowered gardens, filled with butterflies, unicorns and dancing fairies shone down as the pale moonlight light filled the double glass doors that led out to the balcony. Filmy lavender curtains rustled softly, beneath the pulled back violet drapes in the valances of the arched windows and their cushioned alcove seats. Tapestries of flower filled meadows and babbling brooks lined the walls. Sculptured pedestals held finely carved statuettes of dragons, flowers, and birds.
Amelia went to the cherry wood door that led to the sitting room and spoke softly with the three ladies there, who would be Celestae's ladies in waiting. "Now then, let us get my Mistress's breakfast and tea brought up in a few hours. be sure there is a good selection of fresh pastries, warm breads and jams, and I think a bit of oatmeal with maple sugar might do the trick. Be warned, Ladies, my Mistress is a warrior and may not be tolerant of hearing the idle chatter that fills our days. She and Prince Tristan seem to be quite smitten with each other. It may well be we are in the service once more of a queen to be. Take your time in gauging her reactions to things. Let us not embarrass ourselves by being too forward." Lady Amelia finished before sending them off on various duties.
Amelia sat by the fire and reflected back on her service to Princess Dannah, who had been Tristan's mother. Princess Dannah had been so in love with Lord Edvon, and she had absolutely glowed when she learned of being with child. Amelia had accompanied them back to Nicholae, and was asked to stay to see after Tristan whilst the royal couple went to the south on their diplomatic mission. When word reached them of their ship going missing, she had turned all her mourning into affection for the infant left in her charge. So it was, Tristan learned to speak many languages and heard many tales from his then Nanny, Amelia, of his homeland. She told herself she had done well and took pride in the man young Tristan had become. "Still the boy does not eat enough, gonna have to take him to task on that, I think. Must be his noble blood, because my new charge is scrawny as well. It is a shame these nobles forget so easily the basic need to eat. "She muttered to the large grey and black striped kitten that had made a nest in her yarn basket. "No worries now Mist, we will be there to help them think, so they do not starve, won't we?" She laughed as the kitten yawned at her and purred itself to sleep. She thought for just the briefest of moments about home. The coral city beneath the waves of the vast bay of Breezae. For only a second she allowed herself to feel a pang of homesickness then returned to her quilting.
Tristan gave up the idea of sleep as he stood on his balcony, greeting the day as Sheldon called it. So much had happened this last night. His mind reeled from the torrent of his swirling thoughts. One angelic face again and again returned to the forefront. Each time it appeared his pulse quickened and something not unlike butterflies took flight in his stomach. As he greeted the morning sun he smiled, not sure why but he could not help himself. The golden rays caressed his bare chest warming his skin. As his exhaustion washed over him he finally lay on his bed enraptured by a sleeping face he had dared to kiss as she slept.
Tristan rose a bit after noon to Sheldon and Sopaul's deep voiced discussion. He lay there listening as they talked, of repairing gates and roof tops and doors. With a deep, longing sigh he saw that golden face framed in its raven cascade of hair as she laid beneath his cloak. He opened his eyes and forced himself to rise and dress in his armor. "I see the pair of you are still up, did you inspect the enclave for needed repairs?" He inquired, as walked about settling his armor into place.
"All taken care of my Lord" Sheldon replied. "We gave the list to Niles and got out of the way as he sent runners out by the score. Last I heard, he had found half the Embassy staff and had set them to airing out the place, what ever that means." He said throwing up his hands.
"I sent messengers out as well with what I call, your call to arms," Sopaul laughed "I expect word to reach the furthest corners of Nicholae by this week end. Captain Sandy is scouring the city, talking to sail makers, wood cutters, and craftsman of all sorts. She has the enclave bustling. Niles is in his element, with figures and stacks of parchment and scrolls. I think I am going to sleep the rest of the day away, so if you do not need me cousin? I hear my bed calling me." The gold haired prince informed him with a yawn. Not waiting for a reply, he made his way down the central hall.
"You too," Tristan said, pointing at Sheldon who sat bleary-eyed and yawning.
"I think for once I won't waste words arguing, but make no mistake, I plan to give a good argument over something else just as trivial at a future time of my choosing." A moment later the great bear of a warrior was snoring like a thunderclap.
Tristan made his way down the hall to his mothers apartments and entered the sitting room. "Is Lady Celestae awake yet?" he inquired of the steward, as she sat quilting by the fire.
"I will see if she is ready for visitors, my Lord, "She folded the quilting neatly and sat it in her chair. She crossed to a door of rich cherry wood and knocked as she entered. "Mistress you have a visitor, are you awa..." The rest was lost as the door closed behind her.
Tristan sat patiently waiting, the steward Amelia re-emerged and informed him "My Mistress shall be out presently My Lord. Can I get you a cup of tea while you wait? I have some sweet breads as well. I won't be having my Mistress leaving with naught in her stomach. By the looks of you, if you don't mind me saying, you could use a few more meals yourself. You're not sickly mind, but a bit on the thin side if you ask me." Amelia fussed as she brought him sweetbread and tea. "Now, eat that up while you wait. The gods know you have us around to look after ye. Left to their own devices not a single noble would be alive young sir, every one of you would waste away to nothing. Don't be giving me that look it did not work for you as child and certainly will not now, just go ahead and eat that down."
As he sat his empty plate, and cup upon the table, the cherry door opened. The first thing he saw was knee-high leather boots inlaid with silver oak leaves. As his eyes wondered up, he beheld matching thigh guards and a cuirass engraved with a silver oak, not unlike his own family crest. But he did notice one very distinct difference. The wearer of this armor was definitely female. A longsword and dagger were belted about her waist as he stood to behold those emerald eyes. Those eyes that had captured both his heart and soul decades ago. Celestae wore her hair in one single braid that she let fall shining over her right shoulder so it ran down the side of her chest. A slight blush colored her cheeks as she bore his scrutiny. "You wished to see me, my Lord?"
After a long awkward silence, he found his voice. " I was wondering if you would accompany me to town. I have some errands and thought perhaps you might join me. After you have eaten of course," he added as he noticed Amelia watching them both. All the while adding yet another square to her quilt.
"I will, indeed Tristan. It was kind of you to ask." she replied with a smile. "Amelia made me eat before I left my room. She is such a bully, I don't mind saying. But it is best to let her get her way, or she will ramble on for hours." She crossed the room and took his arm, " shall we go before she tries to feed us again?" she said with a smile.
The pair made their way down the marble stairs, its carved banisters circling down to the floors below. They walked through the tapestry lined vaulted halls and out into the courtyard. Tristan saddled their horses and gave her a hand up as she mounted. He tried not to look at the smooth golden skin of her legs but found himself blushing nonetheless. They rode down to the waterfront, the steel shod hooves of their steeds ringing out as they rode amongst marbled buildings and whitewashed storefronts. They rode, more at ease now, with each other around the enclave talking of walls that needed repairing and crates needing to be removed. Tristan fought his desire to lean toward Celestae and inhale deeply of the lavender and honeysuckle that always seemed to linger like an aura about her.
Next they stopped by the sail maker, and he informed them of the colors they would bear. With evening approaching they came at last to the marble embassy of his homeland. Gardeners trimmed back rose beds that had grown wild, others raked and hoed, while yet others scrubbed statuary with rough brushes, removing years of dirt and stain. A groom came forward and took their mounts. Tristan offered Celestae his arm as they came to the marble stairs that led up to the Embassy. Celestae took his arm as they began to climb. Great Dragon statues lined the stairs as if watching their approach. Arriving at the top, two, somewhat aged, Dwarves in mail shirts and holding battleaxes bowed deeply and opened the freshly polished brass double doors.
"Welcome, Lady Celestae and Lord Tristan. I apologize for the Embassy's current state, but we should have it in order in a day or so. I am, Feanor, Ambassador of our beloved Ontillae. I served your father and now serve you in that role, if it pleases you my Lord. Niles told me to expect you at anytime. We have removed most of the dust and cobwebs and are working on airing out the musty smell. I am pleased to inform you, we have found most of the old staff. Shall I show you about?" Feanor ask bowing deeply.
"It would be kind of you to do so. I shall be guided by Niles and make your post official. Does our Embassy here have a library or hall of records and histories? I have some studies that I need to make and was hoping to find answers here?" Tristan inquired of the green robed elf.
"Certainly, if you will follow me. This is the Grand Hall. It is lined with the marble likeness's of Ontillae's noble Lords and Ladies. Down this hall are the offices of the staff and over on that side are the master kitchens for state functions." He led them up a stair of polished pink granite to a large sitting room. These offices through here are mine and of coarse your own are just across the hall. We can enter the Library from your offices, my Lord." Two Elven swordsmen stood to either side of large double oak doors inlaid with the great golden oak on one and the reared gold dragon on the other. Seven stars decorated the top. The guards opened the doors into a emerald carpeted room with several large walnut desks and bookshelves. Cushioned armchairs, couches, and divans were set about the room, all in deep walnut and forest green. There are four sleeping chambers to either side of this hall and at the end is the Library. The baths, the armory as well as guard barracks are in the lower levels. Might I get you anything My Lord?" He said as he removed several decorative vases of long dead flowers.
"That will be all for now, Feanor. Thank you for your time. On second thought, please have someone send up writing materials and refreshments, we may be a bit."
Tristan offered Celestae his arm, and they made their way down the hall looking into the bedchambers as they went. Coming at last to the doors of the Library. Two great scrolls were engraved into the deep walnut wood panels.
The Library was huge with its great high vaulted ceilings and ornately carved crystal chandeliers. Other doors allowed entrance from various parts of the Embassy. The walls were lined with rows of cedar bookshelves. The carpeting was a rich deep crimson as were the cushions of the armchairs. Great arched stain glass windows lit the room in a variety of colors. Oak desks were evenly distributed about the central section and small couch lined alcoves were to be found at each corner. Some twenty odd of the staff were busily removing books and scrolls, blowing dust from them with a small hand bellows. The smell of linseed oil was heavy on the air as they polished the wood before replacing the brushed and blown out books. A portly gnome pointed them to the geography section before retuning back to his task of wiping off leather bound volumes and placing them back on the shelves. Fires crackled in the dozen pink granite hearths about the room each with their golden screens. Cushioned armchairs sat before them with matching crimson footstools and golden oak tables. Mosaics decorated the floors, depicting scenes from the thousand-year war. Vast marble dragon statues sat watching from the fountain in the center of the chamber, where the golden rays from the domed skylight bathed them with their light.
Tristan and Celestae removed several volumes, charts and scrolls before returning to the Prince's offices. "I need to discover the distance from here to Breezae. I want to study the coast and find a cove somewhat away from the city proper. I have no idea what awaits us on the shores of my homeland." He informed Celestae. "Just set it here on this bureau my good man thank you" He said to the young man who had brought in several covered platters and a crystal decanter and goblets.
It was well into the night when Celestae pointed at a secluded cove some few leagues from Breezae proper with a carrot stick she had been absently munching on. "This cove of Elerinnar seems to be just what we are looking for. It is a short distance away from the city and the old maps show a road nearby. What do you think Tristan?" she asked, not looking up. Her jade eyes sparkled like emeralds in the candlelight. She took another bite of her pointer as Tristan joined her. She was very aware of his closeness as he leaned over her, careful not to touch her, as he supported his weight on one hand, the other on the back of her chair."Is that what you were searching for?" She inquired, slowly releasing the breath she had caught herself holding as he had leaned so close to her. She noticed that her Prince always had the scent of saffron and incense about him.
"That should be ideal, I think." He struggled to keep his knees from buckling as he studied the map inhaling the sweet essence of her. They copied some charts and maps, collected their notes and stored them in a desk. "I had best get you back or face the wrath of your bossy steward'" he told her. They rode back to the tower with the cool ocean breeze gently tossing their hair. The stars shined like a million twinkling diamonds in the night sky overhead. Unwisely perhaps, on his part he had decided to escort Celestae to her apartments.
"Noble or not, my Lord it is unseemly of you to keep my Mistress out all hours of the night. You of all people should have better manners. Growing up here in the palace such as ye did. See it does not become a habit, my Lord, else my wrath descend upon ye." Placing her hands on her hips, she eyed him. "Well, you seen her back safe, now. Get ye to your own bed, and don't forget to eat." With that she hustled him to the door and promptly shut it behind him.
Celestae was pleased to find a warm bath prepared for her. She undid the buckles of her belt and armor and slid into the warm euphoria of lavender and honeysuckle scented water. An hour or so later Amelia came in with a towel and robe. "Ok now, my Mistress, let us get you dried off and to bed, You have soaked till you are shriveled like a prune. Come now Missy, off to bed with ye! You may be a rough and tumbling Sword Maiden, I will grant ye, but you still need your beauty rest. What woman don't I ask ye? Exactly, now off to bed, before I am forced to unleash my wicked tongue on you the way I did with his Lordship." She rambled on. "Sit here on the bed, lets towel that hair and brush it, lest ye wake with a rat's nest about that pretty face. You really should look after yourself better Mistress. How you made it this far is beyond me. now there ye are all braided up! Now in the bed with ye. Sleep well milady." Not stopping, she banked the coals in the hearth, snuffed out the candles, and took to her quilting again, mumbling about the thoughtlessness of youth nowadays.
The days seemed to fly by after that so busy with chores errands and meetings. Some weeks later, Tristan again gathered his little council of friends for a discussion in the tower that had traditionally been set aside for his family. Once it had been his mothers, when she had grown up here as a Princess of Nicholae. Then later, when she had wed his father, it was held in reserve for the royal Ontillian family
"The Enclave is almost restored, my Prince. The final touches are being completed to the Osprey. I have gathered a veteran crew and have them equipped. The laying of the spine is near complete in the other three berths. They should start adding ribs the day after tomorrow. My three young apprentices are most gifted and since the ships they are building, they will Captain, they are paying very close attention to every detail. They have selected their crews and have them toiling away in the yards. A ship's crew has a certain pride in his ship if he helped create her. There were a few elder Veterans, a bit old for the sea. They have taken to training the younger ones and will oversee the Enclave when we sail." Sandy reported, her coppery curls blazing in the firelight. Her deep jade eyes glancing occasionally in the direction of Sheldon.
"The Embassy is aired out and open, my Lord. Still a bit understaffed but working efficiently. The costs generated, from the Enclave, have lessened with it being mostly restored. I think the wage of a silver half-drake per day was a bit generous for those the navy enlisted. But perhaps the old saying you get what you pay for will prove me wrong. The armories are both restocked at the enclave and at the embassy." Niles read from his report. Looking up at them over his reading glasses. "Have you selected your marines yet. I know the standard had always been twenty per ship. We must still equip them. I think, it would be best that we get that done as soon as we can. Then there is the matter of teaching them to sail, as Captain Sandy reminds me every day or so. The dozen bronze rams have arrived today. Captain Sandy assures me your Osprey will have it installed on the morrow. Your accounts are slowly gaining again, now the big draws are over with. I must confess I was a bit worried initially when the draws kept coming in. I was surprised by your purchase of the Sea Mist stables. But I understand the importance of good steeds. That is about all I have for the moment my Prince," He concluded rolling his scroll neatly and placing it back into his leather satchel.
"Thank you both, Sandy and Niles for all that you have done and continue to do. I guess it is time for me to select my Marines as Nile said. I will be taking Sheldon and Celestae with me of course. How many answered my cousin's call to arms which he issued on my behalf? And are they gathered anywhere yet?" Tristan asked, sipping from his goblet.
"We, have them quartered at the Enclave cousin,"Sopaul answered. "We put them to work helping with the repairs. They have been drawing wages for as long as two weeks now. Sheldon can give you a better account than I, since he has personally been overseeing repairs to the Enclave, leaving Sandy free to see to the Ospreys." He replied pointing his hand to Sheldon.
Sheldon stood by the hearth, his massive shoulders all but obscuring it. "We have one hundred and twenty to the man. They each train four hours in the morning with their arms both, sword and longbow. Then they work six hours on the fortifications and finish their day with an hour of lance practice. Most had been in service to your Uncle, so they are already hardened and conditioned. I have twenty I can recommend. Would you care to meet them tomorrow Tristan? He asked, interlocking his fingers and cracking his knuckles, as was his habit.
"I will, and ask you, and Celestae join me. We will be putting our lives in their hands. It might be a good idea to start getting to know one another. Aunty. Uncle. Am I overlooking anything at this point?" Tristan asked, seeking their approval as well as their council.
"Nephew, will these be your personal guard?" He waited for his nephews nod, then continued. "Then I shall gift you and them with suits of elven chain, that they may better protect you all. Renee and I have discussed this endeavor of yours at great length and have decided to arm and armor you. For should you meet an untimely end we would know no end to our mourning. I will send our gifts to the Enclave at first light, so you may garb those you choose. Now Renee has some things to discuss with you. So, I shall take a seat before she gives me the look." He smiled as he had seen Sopaul and Tristan nod knowingly to hide their grins. To be sure all three had been on the receiving end of the LOOK.
Renee stood, her satin mint gown whispering softly as she rose." Be assured, my Lord Andalae, we are not amused, I am sure, these Ladies present, will agree if you men folk would behave yourselves, We Ladies would have no need of the Look as you call it. It would seem my husband's attempt at wit was misplaced." She drew herself up and continued. "For the past week I have had the same Dream. An ancient golden Drake speaks to me and tells me to Send Tristan home, Elerinnar awaits. Then it tells me to send as well, the Tutor and Loyal Lord of Oakendale. I have no knowledge of this Lord, so I am troubled. We must seek out this hidden Lord that he may join you." She tuned to Sheldon who was making no attempt to hide his laughter. "What pray tell do you find so amusing in all this Sheldon?"
"I was sent here long ago as Lady Celestae's escort. I was educated in your Academy, along with our two mischievous Princes'. Most assumed I was a minor noble, so I told no one any different. I received word shortly after our arrival that my father had left the land of the living. But my charges were here. I was to safeguard Lady Celestae and enter the service of my King. So it was, that when our young Prince had need of a squire I did take upon myself that responsibility. So my Lady, fret not, for I am the Lord of Oakendale. Perhaps, only in name. Tristan, ever the inquisitive one, found me out long ago. Celestae may or may not have known on that point, I am unsure." he smiled even bigger as Celestae shook her head no." I like my Prince have an empty title, until we arrive home to claim our birthright."
The meeting was pretty much over at that point, as the humble squire became the center of attention. Tristan used this time to stand on his balcony in the pale moonlight. He found himself staring intently up at Lunarae as she bathed him in her light. He did not turn as two soft arms enfolded him from behind. He stood there eyes closed as he listened to the call of the whippoorwill. His nose catching the scent of lavender and honeysuckle told him that those arms belonged to Celestae. He felt her lay a cheek to his back, so he dared not move. Perhaps this were a dream, one, he never wanted to wake. For minutes, hours he could never be sure he stood there in that embrace. "What other secrets do you hold my Prince? It would seem the keeping of secrets has fallen upon us both." She turned her face and kissed once between his shoulder blades before returning to the others.
Tristan had awoken early, and dressed going to his balcony, as was his custom to greet the day. He wrestled with his emotions as they fought for dominance in his concentration . Nervousness was a contender as the time drew near for his voyage to begin, and with it came excitement of the unknown, uncertainty of how those who had flocked to his call would react. These he could master. The last made him happy and full of despair at the same time. His thoughts drifted to the moonlight that had bathed him hours before, and those arms that had encircled him. Had he dreamed it, or did it really happen? He turned and lifted the shirt he had worn last night and her scent came rushing up at him. "Confusion is this day's victor." he announced to a sparrow who sat watching him from its perch on the battlements. Then he turned to greet Sheldon and Celestae as they entered.
They broke their fast together, then made their way to the stables and rode in silence to the Enclave. As they approached, Sandy was shouting orders to a group that were practicing swordsmanship. Quickly they broke off and fell in before her. "The ones you wanted to speak with are assembled, my Prince. I will call the others as well, so they might see you. She blew once in a loud wavering whistle and all work stopped in the Enclave. Soon other uniformed groups formed around them.
"I am Prince Tristan, Heir to the Duchy of Breezae, the royal Crown of Ontillae, and Lordship over the Seven Jewels of the Eastern Sea. I have not been home in over a century." He paused, somewhat startled as all assembled dropped to one knee. Regaining his composure, he continued. "Most of you do not know me. Many have never beheld the forested shore's of Ontillae. Yet, you all answered my call for your own reasons, each of you standing here now. In a few short days, I and these behind me will venture forth to those shores that call to something buried so deep in each of us, we know not what it is. Ontillae has a proud history of greatness. It is the homeland of the Elves, the last Bastion of the Dragons during the thousand-year war. It is Home to the Lords of the Sea, but most dear to each of us it is home to you and I. We have each been long away from this home that lives in our hearts. Take courage and grasp to hope with all your might even as I do. For in the Days to come will Ontillae's wayward sons and daughters migrate home. Cruel has been our separation from the place that calls to us from our blood and bone. Unbearable at times are the dreams of that place that is Ontillae. Crippling is the longing for the place that is to each of us home. I ask you now, and there is no shame for those who say nay. Will you Sisters and Brothers all, will you dare to ride upon the waves of the azure sea, will you partake of the salty spray, and find beauty in the flight of the Gull, Albatross and the Osprey? Will you dance upon the graceful ships of Our navy as we, the children of the sea, return to the only place we can ever call home? If the call does not tug at the center of your being, you may draw your pay and take my thanks for having come. For the rest, I say rise up to your feet, for you are my brothers and sisters and I will lead you home. Home to Ontillae where we call the sea Mother. Home to the forest and sacred mountains of Ontillae we call Father. Home to the skies of Ontillae where Dragons take wing. Home to Ontillae the land that is ours." Tristan paused to catch his breath and sort his thoughts.
Somewhere a voice shouted " Home to Ontillae!!!" then other voices joined. Soon hundreds shouted "Home to Ontillae!!!" The chant became so loud it echoed through the streets of Nicholae, resounding from the marbled halls and shops. Some distance away Lord Andalae stood on a balcony with his arm around Lady Renee's waist. Prince Sopaul stood beaming toward the waterfront and yelled "Home to Ontillae!!!" Andalae looked down at Renee, and they returned each other's smile before adding their voice "Home to Ontillae!!! Lady Renee made no attempt to wipe away the tears on her graceful cheeks.
From the Embassy it rang out, and down in the courtyard of the castle an Elven Elder having dropped his satchel yelled "Home to Ontillae!!!" as if his heart would burst if he did not. Tears moistened many faces that day as the echoes of that chant rebounded from the city walls. Niles retrieved his fallen satchel, his gray eyes afire with pride and hope as he thought of his Prince. He had all but given up hope, of ever returning home to his beloved Ontillae and the Duchy of Breezae. He moved his long dark brown hair once more over his shoulders and carried on at a stately pace.
Tristan made no attempt to wipe the moisture from his cheeks as he held his hand aloft that he may speak. "My heart soars to find I am not alone. Labor hard my brothers and sisters for I will await you on those forested shores. A cloak bearing the crest of Ontillae awaits each of you at the quartermaster's. Now must I speak to these who shall ride the tides with me." He beckoned the others to follow, and they made their way to the last Ship Berth. He led Sandy, Sheldon, and Celestae to the prow where he stood on a crate to address them.
"Warriors of Ontillae, female and male, you have answered my call and have all distinguished yourselves in the eyes of my Captain and my squire. I offer you a place as the first of my personal guard. are you willing to have me as your liege? Will you shed your blood for me as I will shed mine for you? Will you be in the vanguard with me when I sail home to our beloved Ontillae?" He paused for a reply.
The reply came first from Celestae. She moved closer to the score gathered before her prince and laid a great leather bound tome on a barrel. She signed her name in ink then cut her hand with her dagger and added her blood to the page. "I, will serve thee Prince Tristan upon the land and upon the sea."
Sheldon turned the page, signed and added his blood, all those assembled took their turn one by one signing in ink and sealing it with blood. Then Tristan turned the pages to the first and signed and added his blood to each page before addressing them once more " and I, Prince Tristan shall serve you both on land and upon the sea."
"Each of you withdraw from this wagon the symbols of your station. When you emerge from this berth where Our ship does lie will you be the Royal guard of Prince Tristan of House Breezae." Sheldon announced as he withdrew a set of elven chain, cloak, long sword, and bow for each of them. "When time allows, just outside the west gate of the city is Sea Mist ranch, go there and choose your mount. From this day onward, each shall draw the wage of a gold half drake per day."
They all, including Tristan, emerged from the Osprey berth dressed in elven chain. The guards stood taller, the workers worked harder and each had a spring in their step that had not been there before. They all returned to the tower and had a light lunch together, before dispersing to see to the many errands still left undone.
"I cannot be late again," he told himself. Professor Celestae would give him a blistering reprimand before his classmates. With renewed vigor he forced himself on. As he neared the top, he saw the Professor at the great bronze doors. Her attention was diverted by the other young nobles of his class and just before she closed the door, he managed to get his leg between it and the door jamb.
"So nice of you to join us, your Highness. Take your seat and be quick about it!" Her raven black hair almost seemed to shimmer in the morning light. Her forest green eyes showed her disapproval at his tardiness. With a sigh, she opened the door, which had just moments before pinned him. Soon as he was inside he bowed before her.
"So sorry Professor, I was studying late again and overslept. I beg of you, forgive my tardiness, it was not done purposefully." As swift as a great cat, she swatted his backside with her pointer causing him to blush ever so slightly.
"We shall speak more of this when class is over. Now take your seat." As he moved quickly by her, she concealed her smile by rolling her eyes and shaking her head. She secretly admired the speed of her pupil and had watched with concealed admiration as he had rushed across the lawn. She could have closed the door, but had pretended some distraction inside the building. She made her way to the great carved alabaster podium at the front of the class. She stood a moment, waiting for her pupils to silence themselves.
"OK, my spoiled young nobles, let us refresh last week discussion in your minds. Who here can summarize `The Shaelendrian Empire?" She made some show of scanning the class before smiling to herself.
"Prince Tristan, so good of you to volunteer. Our ears hunger for your point of view on pat few week's discussion. Tell us about the Shaelendrian Empire as it is now called, to the best of your ability." She then moved toward her chair across the room and motioned for him to come to the podium. A slight blush reached his cheeks as he slowly rose and made his way forward. Then, with a nod to his tutor he took his place behind the podium. He inhaled deeply to calm himself and began.
"I guess I should go back about three thousand years." He thought back to the last Harvest Festival when an aged storyteller had come to the castle and told them of the Shaelendrian Empire. So many stories were told of that golden era. It made his heart ache in its deepest recesses for being born now rather than then.
"The Shaelendrian Empire had its beginnings long ago. Roughly three thousand years ago our world was made up of hundreds of Duchies, minor holdings and kingdoms, as well as various free hold city states. Our world was in a constant state of upheaval. Wars raged across the face of Shaelendria as they vied for land, power and to quench their greed for riches and more lands".
"The Great Elven Lords and Ladies of Shaelendria grew weary of the constant turmoil and atrocities that war brings in its aftermath. It had been their tradition since time began to meet once each decade to discuss the state of the world as they were so very long-lived. After their discussions they would then deliberate on whether or not they should become involved, even if only temporarily. Though they may well have wished to stay sequestered in their forested realms and turn a blind eye to the ignorance of the younger races about them. Soon the wars began to spill over into their sacred forest. These events caused them to meet every five years, then every year and as time went by they began to meet at least once every moon cycle, sometimes more. Finally, they caused a peninsula to be raised out into Lake Ontillae. Upon this piece of land was constructed a fortified city, from there each of the Lords and Ladies were kept informed of happenings throughout the world. Scouts were soon dispatched out to cities, large and small. It was called then Teaghlachae and served as the seat of the Shaelendrian Council."
"The Elves of Ontillae had always been at home on land or sea. No higher skilled sailors have ever existed, either then or now." He added not try to hide the sense of pride that surely showed in his manner and bearing.
Tristan knew without turning that those jade eyes of his Professor bore into him. He always felt it when he was under the scrutiny of those eyes. Their emerald gaze had captured him long ago and stolen away his heart. He drove himself hard to excel at the academy. If only to gain her approval, which he sought much more than high marks. With great difficulty, he forced the scent of jasmine and honeysuckle from his mind as they assaulted his senses.
"Originally, the ten Elven Realms alone were the founding members of what we now call the Shaelendrian Empire. Of these, Ontillae and Nicholae figured prominently. A century or so later, the four great Dwarven Realms also joined. And about two centuries after that, the realms of men joined as well. After five centuries of diplomacy and pressure from the Shaelendrian Council, all the realms used diplomacy to solve their differences. That is of course, all but the seven Jewels of the eastern sea. Those seven realms pirated the coast and raided their inland neighbors. After a decade of discussion, the Shaelendrian Council decided none would stand aloof or exempt of the council. Thus did the Ontillaean navy set sail, with not only their warriors, but contingents of all the other council members sailed with them. One by one, the seven Jewels fell. At last, the entirety of Shaelendria spoke with one voice. All realms had a say in every major decision affecting their world. Through the combined wisdom of the world's rulers did Shaelendria reap a Golden Period that lasted nearly two thousand years.The peoples of the world moved about freely and settled in other realms. By the end of the Golden Period every realm had Elves, Dwarves and Men living and working together. In regards to the Seven Jewels of the East, they were given to Ontillae to govern. For rebellion always lay just beneath the surface of those realms. Waiting for any chance to break free and return to their lawless ways. Ontillae had the only true navy in the world, so the duty of policing the Seven Isles fell to them."
"Over the past five centuries participation of the members waned until only Ontillae, Nicholae, and the Dwarven realm of Slaenslocke remained. Although Maestelae had once again begun to send ambassadors here to Nicholae." He paused to drink, pouring a glass half full of water and drinking it down. It gave him the time he needed to sort the jumble of information he had collected about his parents over the years. Some from his uncle and aunt, the rest from elders willing to talk of it.
"Roughly a century ago, the Lord and Lady of Ontillae did set sail to renew ties with the three Elven Realms of the south western sea. The Lady of Ontillae, having been born a Princess of Nicholae, did stop here when they set out to leave her infant son in the care of her family, thus protecting the heir should misfortune strike them down. They set sail for the Realm of Yavecae, and were never seen or heard from again after rounding the southern cape of Maestelae. Like the Shaelendrian Empire's slow decay, so has it been with my homeland of Ontillae. The last three diplomatic missions that were sent there over the last five decades have never returned. The world once more wars with itself, and the Seven Jewels or Island realms are again hostile, to say the least. Piracy and banditry run rampant throughout the realms. The once peaceful Shaelendrian Empire is no more but embers of that golden age still smolder in our minds and in our hearts."
Tristan paused again as he thought of the mother and father he had never known. They had given him life and left him titles and the right to rule a land he knew little about. That land was full of people he knew even less about. He inhaled deeply, fighting the emotions rising in himself before adding "Soon, the son of the Lord and Lady Ontillae shall return there to claim his birthright. For I, am that son." The young Prince stood defiantly, as a single tear wet his cheek. He turned once more to the tutor that had beaten knowledge into his head over the last five decades.
"Will that suffice, Professor Celestae?" He asked, wrestling with the passions and emotions bubbling up like a pot boiling over.
Professor Celestae stared into the ocean blue depths of his eyes, and she saw a storm of lightning dancing in them. She studied him a moment watching the lightning dance in his eyes. Her eyes studied the face that had for so long filled her dreams.
"That will indeed suffice your Highness. Thank you, for such a detailed summary. Well done!"
To her credit, no hint of her own inner turmoil was evident upon her flawless face. Only her eyes could betray her, and she made some show of gathering her papers and scrolls to hide them.
"Let us now break our fast as the sun reaches its peak. We shall continue when we reconvene for our afternoon session." She smiled warmly out over the crowd of her students. She had schooled them now for over five decades. A small pang of loss ran through her for tomorrow she would begin again the cycle with all new faces.
She sat alone on a marble bench beneath the arms of the ancient majestic oaks. A gentle breeze blew her hair, as crumbs fell into the lap of her deep blue gown. She was absently tearing chunks from a stale loaf and tossing them into the pool at the base of a great fountain. Streaks of orange, red, gold, yellow, and white broke the surface as the fish vied with one another to receive the bounty of her actions. So deep and turned inward were her thoughts that she did not see nor feel the eyes of her pupil on her. He sat in the shade of a nearby gazebo that rested beneath a great willow. His eyes were captured by her even as she sat with her bottom lip caught between her teeth, as she searched her feelings and her thoughts. Celestae pondered deeply on the words of Prince Tristan, and upon him as well. She knew that which he did not. There had been an arrangement made between the Duke of Breezae and the Duke of Celestae over a century ago. With the birth of the Crown Prince these two great houses would be forever be bound and united. Not only the ties of the two families, but also the ties of the northern and southern Duchies. Lord Edvon had been joined with Princess Dannah of Nicholae, forever cementing the bond which existed between the two realms. Lady Dannah upon being wed, was not only the lone Princess of Nicholae, but became the Duchess of Breezae, Lady of Ontillae and Queen of the seven jewels of the Eastern Sea. The Prince's graduation was less than a week away. This filled her with mixed emotions, all contending for top spot in her mind. Despair of the unknown, pride in the Prince's rise to the top of the Academy Scholar Rolls. Even excitement made a play for prominence in her head. Would her unknowing betrothed truly seek his birthright? If so, what dangers and adventure lay hidden before them in the shadows of the future? What would be his reaction upon finding out about their betrothal? But make no mistake, she would go wherever her Prince would lead them. She had spent too much energy and emotion during the past half century educating and stimulating the mind of the one she would one day call husband.
Prince Tristan's cousin, companion, and quite often partner in mischief, sat watching him as his eyes beheld their Professor. "Trist, you are a glutton for punishment. First you arrive late to her final class, then you're here all calf eyed, totally enraptured by her as she feeds the fish." He gave his cousin a rough teasing shove, to break the staring trance he was in.
"I cannot help what i feel, Sopaul. I often awaken to the lingering scent of lavender and honeysuckle as if she has been walking through my dreams. Her emerald eyes draw me into their depths and hold me a willing captive. Everything about that woman intrigues me to want to learn more. I cannot explain it better. Just look at her, cousin of mine!" he said, throwing his arm over Sopaul's shoulders, as he pointed across the sunlit lawn with its flowerbeds and well manicured shrubs and trees. "No flaw dare touch her sun kissed skin. Her noble cheek bones denote her close proximity to the royal blood of the noble houses. Her every move is one of dignity and grace, not unlike that of a swan dancing upon still waters. How, may I ask, can I not look at her perfection?"
"Tristan, she has hopelessly ensnared your heart and melted your brain to mush, till even now it dribbles out of your ears like beads of wax down a candle stick. Come, let us go to class before we are late yet again." Then almost as an afterthought, he flicked his friend playfully in the back of the head before sprinting off for the safety of the classroom, where foolishness was not allowed and often punished.
Prince Tristan, towering over his cousin, soon ran him down and gave him a solid punch to the arm before hurrying on. He sailed up the gleaming steps and opened the door.
Celestae stood, tossing the last of her stale loaf to the waiting koi fish in the pool and brushed the remainder of the crumbs from her blue and silver trimmed gown. With a stately pace, she traversed the walkways of the formal gardens of the common area, picking her way around the marble statues that stood lifelike in beds of flowers. Arriving at last at the top of the steps of the Histories building, she reached its great doors at the same time as the Prince object of her afternoon deliberations. He held the door for her and gave her a respectful nod as their eyes locked for the briefest of moments, before she moved through the doorway and made her way to front of the class room.
"Class be seated!" Celestae commanded in a voice of authority, denoting that she meant now. Sopaul sat in his seat staring out the window his thoughts dwelling on adventures as he watched ships in the harbor sailing in and out wish to be on one of them. "This being our last session, I think I will ask someone to tell us what they know of the Drelven. Since Prince Tristan informed us so well of the Shaelendrian Empire let us see if Prince Sopaul cannot give us
an equal accounting." She pleasantly noted his start of surprise and thought this will teach him that daydreaming in class has consequences last day or not. For surely one who makes such wondrous kissing faces at the back of my head would be eager to please me with a good accounting." She added with a smile, her left eyebrow slightly raised. Inwardly she laughed having seen his actions in the crystal glassed panels of a nearby display case.
Prince Sopaul, blushing furiously, crimson colored his cheeks and continued to the tips of his ears. Finally, regaining a small measure of his composure as the laughter died down, he answered. "Yes, Professor. Sorry, you were not supposed to have seen that foolishness."
"The Drelven", he began, "Long ago, in ancient times, much before the dispersal of the Elven Lords and Ladies, there was a great thousand-year war between Dragon and Elven kind. Back then the Dwarven lords and their peoples seldom left their great fortified cities beneath the vast mountains of Shaelendria. The race of Man was still young and quite barbaric. The Dragons and the Elves did make unrelenting war one upon the other.
As the centuries of foul, endless war continued to grind its way through the ages of prehistory, great and vast was the death toll on either side. It seemed Elf and Dragon were bent on their mutual extinction. The war raged for ten centuries. Over one thousand years passed. The remnants of the two warring races had ravaged every corner of Shaelendria and had now all gathered in what is the present day Realm of Ontillae."
He paused but a moment before continuing on. "Legends from that time tell us that the Dragons were led by a wise and ancient gold Drake named Sunbringer. He did call for a truce in a high mountain meadow in northern Ontillae. The Elven High King Shaelendar did wearily agree and under banner
of truce walked out to meet the King of all Dragon kind. Their armies massed to either side of the meadow as their leaders conversed. Great had been their war and long, and greatly diminished were these remnants of two great proud races."
Now warming to his subject, Sopaul began to speak more quickly. He had always loved the story of the Drelven and the thousand-year war. He would always request it from the bards at court the formal language of that time always ignited his imagination. More confident now, he decided to try to breathe life into it and give a good performance in front of his classmates and Professor Celestae. "It would seem Elf King and worthy opponent, our war is at last near its conclusion." A great sadness seemed to descend on the Dragon King. "Of the thousands of my kind that once flew the skies only some few hundreds doth remain. Here at last, in the last great stronghold of my kind. As it is with us, so it is yet with thee. Of the millions of graceful elves only a few thousand yet remain. Lost is the reason we chose to do war one upon the other. This having been said, I offer thee two options if you whilst hear mine words. Noble adversary"
King Shaelendar ever wise and learned answered "I shall hear thine words Noble Dragon King and seek what I may from them here at the climax of a thousand years of war. Say on! I entreat thee for I am listening."
"Very well, Elf King, hear mine words! On this day we can have one last battle here in this place, where we now meet, and the annihilation of one if not both our races awaits us as the final prize. Should we choose this course I feel that the victor, if one does emerge, would soon be made extinct by the Dwarves or perhaps even the fledgling race of Man." the Dragon King offered in his deep rumbling voice.
"You spoke of a second option, for I do admit the first has no lustre in mine eyes and doth cause my soul to canker. Say on! Most worthy of opponents, for yet am I listening still to thine words." the Elf King did say sitting upon a boulder nearby in deep contemplation.
"Alas, the second option, though it leave a taste of bile in both our mouths, doth hold a slight glimmer of hope for the remnants of our two proud races. Be thou at peace as I now change mine form so that thou might yet better understand me." A vast golden light did engulf the Dragon King, burning brighter, then ebbing away. Before, where the Drake had been, stood a golden skinned elf. "In this form, shall I present thee two dozen of mine noble daughters and if thou shalt agree you would give two dozen of thy noble sons. In this way might a new race be born with the best of both our proud races to sustain them. A race one part noble elf and one part noble dragon. They shall settle here in this place and call it home. From here might our future descendants wisely care for and nurture this world which we have been destroying for over a thousand years. For truly, hath we failed miserably in that charge. It was our races, both thine and mine that was first upon this new world. We chose not to work one with the other and allowed our hearts to filll with self import. Finally, so full of ourselves didst we do terrible war one upon the other and to our shame stand here in this meadow facing each other on the eve of our mutual destruction." The Dragon King paused that his words might be considered at some length.
Shaelendar searched the words of his foe, turning them over, and over yet again. "Much hath thine words disturbed, nay shamed me at the foolishness that hath set our two proud races on the path to destruction. Here in this place, where we stand, you and I, upon the precipice. If we lean but a little to one side doth one, nay both of our kind vanish forever more. The other way is covered in the great mist of mystery and the unknown. I hope, I choose in wisdom, for mine people and thine. Let us unite forever our Houses for good or ill. They shall be our hope that such folly never again so mars the face of this new world. I shall ask of mine nobles for volunteers from their young unwed sons. To stand proof positive of mine own resolve doth I pledge mine own three sons to this path. Ontillae, Nicholae, and my youngest Breezae. Wilt thou make good the words you put to me here and now in this place?"
"I will, and as proof of mine own resolve whilst I grant to thine three sons, three daughters of mine own blood. This shalt forever more bind your House and mine, as well as the Elf and Dragon races. May the wisdom of this day, perhaps one day redeem us of the stupidity of our own pride and self-worth. As I say, so shall it be." He stretched forth his morphed hand to the Elven King.
"As thou, so doth I say, so shall it be," he stated as he took the offered hand and thus was ended the Thousand-Year War and the legend of the Drelven begun." Prince Sopaul turned to his tutor to gauge her reaction."That, Professor is the extent of my knowledge. Little if any proof exists, to confirm that the race of Drelven move among us. Has my knowledge proven acceptable?" he inquired, seeking her criticism and approval.
"It has indeed. Class, it has been mine honor to have taught each of you these past decades. Remember to open your minds, little is learned if you go through life with blinders on, taking all for granted. Be well! Goodbye and dismissed."
The following morning, Prince Tristan awoke early and stepped out onto the balcony of the tower he shared with his cousin. He watched eastward as the first yellow and golden spears of dawn pierced the dull gray sky of night chasing away once more the darkness. In the city beneath, he heard the familiar song of the weapon smith as he started his day with a Rat-tat rattatat tat, Rat-tat rattatat tat. Steel shod hooves rang up to him as wagoneers and woodcutters set out to begin their day. Roosters greeted the arrival of the morning sun from various locations throughout the city. The breeze this morning bombarded his senses with the smell of fresh bread and the brine of the sea. Tristan enjoyed these moments just as the world was waking. It gave him a chance to collect his thoughts and chart a rough course for his day. Tristan stood, naked with his arms extended like wings, allowing the morning sun to warm him. With that accomplished, he returned to the interior of his rooms and dressed in his leather cuirass and greaves. He lifted the longsword his uncle had bestowed upon him, after his graduation from the Nicholae Academy, and fastened its belt about his waist. With a practiced effort he moved about the room till his armor settled into place. Finally, the bites and chafes were minimal. He looked to an unseen package a servant had delivered while he had slept.
He checked the message that accompanied it, immediately recognizing the crest imprinted in the sealing wax. With nervous fingers he broke the seal and removed the parchment hidden within.
Greetings Tristan,
I brought this with me nearly eight decades ago when I journeyed here to act as your tutor. These are the colors and crest of house Breezae, included as well is a personal signet ring that was designed for you by Lord Edvon, your father, two days before he and Lady Dannah set sail for the southwestern sea. I would add my congratulations to all the others you have received. Know my Prince I am well pleased with the heir of Ontillae. I am always here if you wish to seek my council. Be well, Tristan, My Prince.
Lady Celestae.
With nervous fingers he worked the wrapping of the package before him. Once more the scent of lavender and honeysuckle drifted up to bombard his nose. He pulled back the paper to reveal an emerald green cloak with a golden oak embroidered onto it. A gold dragon cloak pin so highly detailed it looked alive, with its aquamarine eyes, was pinned to it. Next, he removed an ivory handled dagger with an ocean blue aquamarine stone set in its pommel. Tied to it with an emerald ribbon was the ring his father had made for him. Carefully he untied it and examined it. It was cast in gold and etched into its aqua stone was a dragon and golden oak. He sat for perhaps an hour wondering at these gifts. At last, with a sigh he pinned on the cloak added the dagger to his sword belt and slid the ring upon his finger. "Best get started," he told himself and descended the marble stairs carpeted in a deep maroon. He moved through an oak paneled hall to his strongroom and removed a heavy purse. Satisfied, after hefting it a few times he moved out and across the courtyard and made his way to the stables.
"Morning to you my Lord, I have your horse saddled and ready to go. He seems a bit restive," his squire noted. "A bit high-strung like his master I suppose. Here, take this." He said shoving a half loaf of fresh peasant bread, some warm ham and a hunk of cheese at his Lord. "It is no small wonder you have not starved to death. Relying on me to remind you to eat is not a wise course you know". He then burst out in his deep rich laugh as Tristan only nodded while he continued to eat with eagerness. He nodded again appreciatively, as Sheldon put a tankard of mead in his hand to wash it down.
"Thank you, Sheldon," he said at last, no sign of his meal remaining. "We have much to do today, and I had completely forgotten to stop by the kitchens. First stop, is the waterfront I am looking for an old Ontillian sea captain they call old Sandy. I was told to check a pub called the Reef. Do you know where it is"? Tristan asked brushing bread crumbs from his tunic.
"Next to the shipyards and right on the water. A lot of veteran seamen hang around there," his squire replied, as he swung up into saddle and nudged his mount into motion with his heels. "What could be so important that you need to talk to old Sandy? She is not reputed to be the social type." He asked as he rolled his massive shoulders and worked an annoying kink from his neck, though his blue his eyes danced with curiosity.
"I have a proposal for her if she will accept it." he removed an old sketch from a pouch on his belt and handed the yellowed paper to his inquisitive squire. Their years together had taught Tristan that if he had a secret and his squire knew of it, no peace would be his till Sheldon knew as well. Their years together had taught him to just go ahead and tell him, so he would not have to suffer the nagging, guilt trips, and accusations of not trusting him. To his credit, Sheldon just had a curious mind, not once had he ever betrayed a secret he shared. "Its called an Osprey. My father left it for me in a satchel of papers he had set aside for me till my Academy graduation. A large sum of money was also being held for me, so today my bear of a friend, we go to spend some."
"Just so you know, old Sandy is said to be the meanest sailor on the waterfront and all others give way to her. So step lightly, else she decides to thrash you good to teach you a few manners." He added with a smile. "Like sword master Ansel used to whenever you got to cock sure of your self he would give you a lesson in humility." His good-natured squire teased. "That is the Reef up ahead there and that fire haired wench in the leather boots and leather vest is old Sandy. She does not look to old, but then what elf ever does."
The pair surveyed the Reef. A solid stone structure, Out front were rows of solid oak benches and various barrels, crates and drying fishing nets. Many of those around wore tar smeared clothes. All were armed with various kinds of swords and daggers. They watched the pair approach with interest, more than one hand moving to rest on their weapon hilt. A group of sailors mending a large sail stopped their work to watch these strangers to the docks.
Tristan dismounted and approached the notorious Sandy a bit cautiously. His eyes noticed the well toned muscles and the fluid grace of her movements "Pardon me, I am seeking the wisdom of one that is called Sandy, do you know of her?" He asked respectfully.
"What if I do, young pup. What business would the likes of you have with a woman of the sea?" she said eyeing him up and down. She took note of the crest on his cloak and his signet. A flash of temper filled her eyes. "What would a spoiled noble like you possibly have to talk about that would interest her? You think to don the crest of the Duchy of Breezae and make me feel nostalgic? At least once a year one of you comes here and tries to get information about Ontillae and how life was there. Why can't you spoiled, noble brats find something useful to do? Go find someone else to bother. I have no time for the likes of you!"
With some difficulty he managed to maintain his bearing. A flash of his own like lightning raced across his eyes forcing him to inhale deeply before speaking. "I came here to find this Sandy, because my father told me to in a letter he left me over ten decades ago. He spoke highly of your seamanship and shipbuilding skills. Either he was mistaken, or I have the wrong Sandy. All I see before me is a sailor that wallows in self-pity and has turned her back on the world and the Noble House of Breezae she swore to serve. These are the plans for a ship that this Sandy was supposed to have designed as a prototype for the Ontillian Navy. I came here as Crown Prince Tristan, Heir to all Ontillae and the Seven Jewels of the East, as well I am, or have been told the Duke of Breezae. I had hoped to make the Osprey a reality but all I see is a bully that has no manners and no sense of loyalty. If you are not the former, Captain Sandy of the Ontillian Navy, say so now that I may seek out she who my father, Lord Edvon told me to seek." He watched as he saw realization seep into her eyes.
This was no spoiled noble. This was the Prince she had long awaited. Any doubts she had were wiped away when she saw the storm raging in his eyes. Lord Edvon had also had that storm in his when his temper would rise and threaten to boil over. Like a summer tempest on the open sea.To the amazement of those on the waterfront she drew her sword and swung it in a great display of speed and agility before dropping to her knees, offering up her sword to him in outstretched open hands. "I am Captain Sandy, and I offer mine sword, mine service and mine life to thee, my Prince. For you have come at last when I had almost given up hope." She worked very hard to control the crushing waves of emotion that raged through her.
Tristan scanned the open-mouthed sailors and workman of the now silent waterfront before taking up the offered cutlass. He must honor this fire haired warrior, who had accepted him as her liege publicly. He sliced his hand and returned it to its owner. "Then seal your pledge with blood, for words are soon forgotten. Mix your blood with mine that all may see Lord and Captain, committed to bleed one for the other. Rise my Captain, for we have much to discuss and even more to do."
Sandy not raising her eyes cut her own hand before replacing her cutlass in her scabbard, then looking up, she grasped the Prince's bloody hand and spoke the ritual "My blood for you and your blood for me, here on land and upon the sea." To her amazement, her Prince spoke the words as well, completing the fealty ceremony. "Come my Prince my workshop is yours." Excitement welled up in her and with great bearing she forced herself to walk at a normal pace.
Slowly the noise and motion returned to the seafront as if it had been holding its breath in witness of what had just happened. A low murmur of hushed conversations began to rise, as those on the waterfront tried to puzzle out what had just transpired.
Tristan and Sheldon quickly followed this mysterious mariner past several covered ship berths to the end of her Enclave. Here, she removed several padlocks from stout chains and opened the door to her private shop. "Behold, my Lord, the only Osprey in existence. It is still incomplete and no mast or sail has ever been cut or commissioned for it. I built on it, till the funds your father had given me were all but used up. I used the last to buy tar to protect her from dry rot and beeswax to coat the rest of her." As she finished, the sun came through the open center of the berth making her coppery hair seem to ignite.
In that light, Sheldon stood silently as his eyes studied Sandy. He noticed the pout of her full lips, the deep azure of her eyes, and the way her full bosom rose and fell as she breathed. This last, causing him to turn his attention to the ship as his cheeks were colored with his blush.
"I have a small purse with me Sandy" He removed it from his belt and opened it on a nearby table. He removed five hundred gold Drakes and stacked them on the work table. "Please, continue your work. I have need of this fine craft soon as it is complete. I would ask you to join me in my tower around sunset for dinner and discussion. I am gathering some few to advise me in my course." He seemed to be concentrating on something before adding, " and please call me Tristan. I may have these titles but to me, they are, but empty clutter till I have earned and reclaimed what they bestow."
"I shall arrive for dinner as you have asked, this will give me time to compose my thoughts." Her eyes studied Tristan. "Long have I awaited thee, I was, I do confess, quite put out with your fathers decision to leave me here when he departed. He was said to have glimpses or premonitions of things before they came to be. It was my pride that was injured at first when he gave command of my ship to my first officer. Then he drew out the plans I had submitted to him and told me I was to remain here and begin work on the Osprey. That lessened the sting, but I always felt my place had been with him. I realize now he had seen that which I had not. I am overjoyed you have come at last. Till dinner then."
Tristan turned, and with his squire went outside and remounted. His gray warhorse fidgeted beneath him. Then moved off towards the Academy. As they reached the cobble stone streets, leaving behind the sand of the waterfront, the pair rode on in silence. They rode up a slight rise and into the garden that was the commons of the Academy. Pausing only to tie their steeds to a hitching rack they climbed the marble stairs and entered the Histories building.
Near the front at the podium stood the raven haired professor giving a lecture to a new class of young nobles. Her emerald eyes looked up in acknowledgment of the pair as she continued to lecture. "Let us now examine the words of the Breezae Accords." The professor unrolled a yellowed crinkling document and began to read.
"The Breezae Accords
We have come forth this day to form a new Kingdom Comprized of all races of Ontillae that wish to live in harmony for the good of all as one peoples.
I, as the Duke of Breeza and chosen King of Ontillae, do this day swear; I and my heirs, as well as the united peoples of Ontillae will come to the defense of all and support with all means availble Clan Stoneaxe, Granite Hammer, and Forgefire of the Dwarven peoples. Clan Hillock of the Meadow Folk, and Clans Glitterstone, Twinkle Gem, and Blue Jewel of the Gnomish peoples. I shall act as Ambassador for the clans of Elves and Men.
I, Ebb Elen pledge my peoples, House Oceanus, to this just and honorable endeavor. We pledge to protect Ontillae from the sea and assist in making her bounty available to all.
We Torrin Stoneaxe, Zingar Granite Hammer and Balldon Forgefire, Pledge our peoples. We offer our mining and forageing skills and knowledge. We also agree to fight in defence of those bound by this Accord. We find this accord to be just and honorable, and pledge for heirs as well.
I, Chief Furrin Hillock pledge my people to this Accord with happy heart. We shall aid in the defense, expansion, and strengthening of Ontillae. We find this Accord to be honorable and just for all.
We Glim Glitterstone, Tarn Twinkle Gem, and Fernon Blue Jewel, Do hereby pledge our gnomish clans to serve Ontillae in all ways we can. For we are honorable and this be a just Accord.
So it is, that we as ten seperate nations and clans forge this alliance of five races and agree to be from this day forward Ontillaens. we have choosen to serve one another for the good and protection of all. We agree to submit to the just justments of House Breezae and the Ontillaen royal line and the Dragonwatch Guardians allied to them. All hail Ontillae, one Kingdom, for all peoples to live in equality, for the support and defence, and furtherance of all."
"This accord, bound the races of ancient Ontillae together for the furtherance of all. No one race would rule supreme. Instead all would have say in the shaping of this Realm. Why is this yellowed document so important to you here in Nicholae? I shall tell you. All the elven peoples of Shaelendria came forth from the present day Ontillae. After the end of the thousand year war, the remainder of the Elven people were there. This Document was written when all the elvish Realms were one. You might say Ontillae is the closest thing to the true homeland of the Elves. A bit in accurate, but, true all the same." Celestae paused to drink from her crystal goblet. Then to the delight of her class she announced, "Let us break for our noon recess early, so you have time to consider the importance of the Breezae Accords. Class dismissed."
Celestae waited until her students had left before coming to the door to greet her former pupils. "To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure? Have you so soon missed my teachings that you come in search of more?" she inquired with a teasing smile, arching her brow as was here custom.
"I came, Celestae, first to thank you for these gifts, as they were most unexpected. Secondly, to ask you join me at the tower this evening for dinner. I have had much rushing through my head, and would seek the wisdom of your council. I have invited some few others, and must warn in all fairness, it may be a long evening." Tristan informed her as he nodded to her respectfully.
"Me? I am just here to keep an eye on our Tristan, whom you here at the Academy deemed worthy to be set loose at last into the world. I am not sure, Lady if the world is ready for him yet, but that door has now been opened and there appears to be no hope in closing it again I fear." with a great smile Sheldon continued. "To be sure, you did your best with what you had to work with. But I do detect several rough edges yet, that were overlooked in the polishing." Then he erupted in his deep laugh carrying Celestae and Tristan along in to good humor even as blush did color Prince Tristan's cheeks.
"It will be my pleasure to attend, Tristan, now take your jolly squire and go before he decides to color my cheeks as well." She replied as she led them to the door, her eyes a twinkle. "I am pleased you were surprised with my package. I have had it in my keeping for many decades now, waiting for you to complete the Academy. Now off with you two scoundrels. I have a class to teach. I have done all I could for you two rogues. Don't let Sheldon fool you. He was every bit as mischievous as you, Tristan. When he was my student. Now get the pair of you." She said rolling her eyes and shaking her pointer at them.
Celestae sat at her desk wondering what this evening's events might unfold. She felt a nervous kind of giddiness growing in her stomach. She realized that the afternoon could not go quickly enough. She suddenly felt life was about to become more interesting than the tranquil decades she had spent here as a Professor of the Histories Department of the University. She thought briefly, of the great dragon that came to her in her dreams. He taught her the Draconian language. He also taught her how to fly and fight as a dragon. She remembered him telling her. "Reach deep, beloved to the fire that burns within. Feel its heat and draw it up into your throat as you inhale deeply. Hold it, hold it, now exhale." He had told her and when she did a great plume of flame shot forth from her scorching a couple acres of grassland. She shook her head to break her line of thought. "Foolish dreams, I should have out grown such silly behavior long ago." She scolded herself before going out to eat her lunch and soak up the golden warmth of the sun.
Tristan and his squire made a few more stops before they returned to his tower. They spent a few hours on the practice field honing his natural skill with both longsword and bow. They even took the time to make a dozen or so passes at one another in the lists before heading to the baths below the castle, where hot springs supplied the warm waters. Both, then returned, to the tower and dressed in green tunics and leather britches that marked them as Rangers. Tristan, as a last minute thought, buckled up the buckle of his sword belt, adjusted it for comfort. Then made his way to his dining hall. He sat in an emerald arm chair by the fire as he negligently sipped from his goblet the elven fire mead, from his native home. Try as he might, so much tumbled through his mind he could not organize his thoughts as he brushed a wayward lock of hair from his face, when blowing from the corner of his mouth failed to make it do more then rise up only to fall back over his eye.
As the sun began to set, his cousin Sopaul came in with his mother and father, The Lord Andalae and Lady Renee. Tristan rose to greet them, "Welcome Uncle and Aunty, thank you for taking the time to dine with me." He greeted as he clasp his Uncle's arm and gracefully took his aunt's hand kissing its back. "Sopaul, so glad you made it back from Slaenslocke. Sheldon has done his best to keep me out of trouble. But it is not as much fun as letting you get me into some." He laughed.
"It is our pleasure Nephew," Lady Renee replied. Her golden cascade of hair and those sapphire eyes, seemed to, illuminate her pale flawless skin. Her lilac gown looked elegant and very regal. "Andalae and I must admit your invitation has raised some questions of curiosity in our minds."
"Now Renee, quit trying to dig out secret's. I am sure Tristan will tell us his mind in due time." Lord Andalae chided playfully as he always did when it was just the family. He unfastened his robes of state and tossed it over the back of a chair before pouring himself a goblet of fire mead. He then poured his wife a crystal flute of wine before taking the seat Tristan held out for him.
Sopaul had risen and gone to the door to greet Sheldon, who scooped him up in a bear hug till he said "give". Celestae and Sandy arrived together, chatting as if they had known each other for a long time. Tristan paused a moment, noting how much the ladies resembled each other in the face. There the resemblance stopped, however. Sandy now dressed in Wyvern hide cuirass and greaves embossed with the golden oak upon them. Her cutlass shined at her side and her fiery hair seemed to catch the firelight and ignite her coppery wealth of curls. Sheldon released his captive and moved to pull out a chair for her, as Tristan made his way to escort Celestrae to her seat. His breath caught as he offered her his arm. Her raven hair streamed in shimmering waves to the small of her back. The golden tone of her skin radiated in the candlelight and those emerald eye threatened to devour him in their depths. He slid her chair out for her and then back in as she was seated.
Sheldon and Sopaul took their seats, and finally satisfied all was right, Tristan took his own. The food was brought in and set before them. Roasted pheasant, honeyed ham, and fresh venison, candied yams, salad, and ear corn were added along with warm bread and pastries. With some difficulty he drew his eyes away from Celestae deep blue gown trimmed in silver and white lace bodice. He waited as everyone's drink was refilled before he invoked the blessings of both the Elven and Dragon Gods.
They ate, talking of small things and some great amount of teasing and jest. When the meal had been cleared away, Tristan summoned up his courage and began. " I was looking through the satchel my father had left me, when I happened upon the drawings of a warship he had commissioned. His letter told me to seek out Captain Sandy near the waterfront. So this morning, Sheldon and I set out and found her. Not only is the beautiful but fiery Captain Sandy the designer she is also first among my father's Captains. She revealed to us the near completed prototype of a ship called the Osprey. I gave her some funds so that she may complete it with haste. It is my intention to sail for Breezae upon its completion. So it is, I invited each of you here for two reasons tonight. The first is evident, you are the most important people in my life. Second, I wish to hear your council. I beseech each of you for your aid. Make no mistake, my decision will not be swayed. I need wisdom from all of you to help guide me in my decision. For as soon as the Osprey is completed and I am competent as a sailor, I will sail for the home I have never known." He paused for the weight of his words to be considered, taking a drink of the fire mead. He felt its warmth in his mouth and as he swallowed it spread throughout his body. "I must admit that I was impressed with the Osprey when I visited Captain Sandy's Enclave. I hope the funds I left will go some way in her completion." He said turning to look at his Captain.
"I am honored it has met your approval, but I must first correct a misconception, my Prince. The enclave as you call it, in truth does not belong to me, but to you. As Crown Prince, it is yours by right of inheritance. That Enclave was set aside, far back in ancient times for your ships, Ontillaen Naval ships to dock and make repairs and take on supplies." Pausing to drink from her own tankard, she looked to Lord Andalae and Lady Renee. "Is that still so Lord and Lady? Granted no ships have ported there in near ninety years, but one has been sequestered away in its berth awaiting the return of Lord Edvon or his son to claim it." Her eyes as well as those of the other guests all looked toward Lord Andalae. Who considered the words of his nephew and Captain.
"I must confess, it does indeed belong to you Tristan, along with a sizable amount of taxes and funds set aside to support the Ontillaen Navy. I had all but forgotten it but each ship that takes port here is taxed a small revenue on your behalf. Now that you have taken Sandy as your first Captain. I can make it possible for her as well as yourself to make draws and submit bills to my bookkeepers." He stared at his Nephew whom he considered as more a son than as a kinsmen. "Are you sure, this is the path you must travel? If it is, I will lend you all the support that is at my disposal. As son of my sister, you are as much of this house as you are of the ones in Ontillae. You are in a sense the second son of my Renee and I. We shall not turn thee from this course, if it is the one you choose to follow."
Lady Renee listened as her husband and Lord spoke, then replied, "Know thee Tristan, I have ever loved thee as my own and though the mother in me screams against it, the Elven Lady of Nicholae does quiet that voice. I know the benefit, not only to Nicholae, but all realms if you are successful in this. On the behalf of my Father, the Lord of Maestelane, have I been ordered to give thee gold for ten ships, should you choose to reclaim your birthright. This offer, have I held secreted in my heart with some small hope you would not choose this path, but be content here with us. If your our successful my nephew, know the Dwarves of Slaenslocke, ever our friends, and friends of your father will likewise support thee. It does cause my heart great sorrow not knowing what lies before you." A single tear did glisten its way down the regal face of his Aunt, and the only mother he had ever known.
"I would offer my cousin" Sopaul said rising to pace near the fire, "With father's permission of course, we have taken in many Ontillaens over the years after your parent's ship disappeared. Some had been ambassadors' and their contingents of guards, others young nobles sent here to the Academy. Many, feel like they have no home. Might I send out word throughout the realm that their Prince calls them to duty, at least those willing to answer his call. I know of several naval crews that have settled here their ships finally having succumbed to pirates or storm. Might we not, father, spread word that, those wishing to return to service, their Prince awaits them?"
"I must admit Celestrae, your education of these three, hath indeed left me in awe. My son thinks wisely, as well as being ingenious in his tomfoolery." He beamed at his son. "Go to the door son, and send for parchment ink and Niles from bookkeeping as well. Lady Celestae, we have yet to hear from thee. What say you to our Tristan's revelations this night."
Lady Celestae stood from her chair and moved to stand behind the chair of Tristan, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. "I too shall return home with my Prince. It has ever been Tristan that has brought me so far from my home. I was sent here soon as word reached us that Lord Edvon and Lady Dannah's ship had mysteriously disappeared without trace. I was charged with his education by Kalix Brightscale, the son of, the Dragon protector of the Duchy of Breezae. He knew of the compact forged between Tristan's father and mine, so I was sent. Long have I held in secret that compact. Yet a while still, shall I nurse it, not ready to part with it. Know this, my place hath ever been and shall forever be at the side of Tristan, to give him council, and lend him my sword and bow as need be. Done is my role as tutor, now is my role as Sword-maiden come to pass. I shall regretfully tender my resignation to the Academy, for duty calls me home." Something passed silently between the Ladies. Lady Renee, smiled knowingly first to Sandy who winked slyly at Lady Renee, then to Celestae who stood just out of sight of Tristan with a look of victory upon her face.
A knock came at the door, Since Lord Andalae was closest he answered the door. " Ah, come in Niles, have a seat. You have been faithful, and a true asset to me since entering my service. If you could return to the service of House Breezae would you?" He inquired of the aged Elf as he set the parchment, ink pots, and quills down upon the deep mahogany table upon which they had dined.
"I must admit, Lord Andalae, though you have been generous, my first loyalties will always be to House Breezae. Should an heir appear, I would flock to him." The wise eyed Elf stated." I, myself, am distantly related to that noble House and my eyes forever seek the familiar scenery of home. Why are you asking me this my Lord might I inquire? He said raising his chin proudly.
"Your wishes must indeed be magic, because an heir has come forward, and is without a shadow of doubt entitled to his inheritance. Would you like to meet him Master Niles?" Lord Andalae ask the old elf softly as he watched the wild eyed look the man returned. The Elven elder, was trembling as the revelation sank in.
"I would, is this heir near? I see only you family, Captain Sandy in her armor of office, and Professor Celestae of the Academy here." The elder searched the room then returned his gaze to Lord Andalae. "If, this heir does truly exist, my place is by him, say this is not a cruel hypothetical question My Lord, for I do not deserve to be mistreated so."
"I am, at this time pleased to reveal to you a great family secret we have kept for over a century. Know now, that I have but one son of blood, the other is my sister's child raised by us since he was an infant his identity kept from general knowledge. He was left in our care and even now watches you with his ocean blue eyes. Will you now, serve him as you served me and his father before me?" He asked the elder elf as he watched tears well in the old elf's eyes. "Master Niles, it is my pleasure to introduce you to the son of Lord Edvon and Lady Dannah, my sister. This is Prince Tristan, heir to the Duchy of Breezae, the Kingdom of Ontillae and King of the Seven Jewels of the Eastern Sea." He then stepped aside so Niles could look into Tristan's eyes.
Niles looked into those blue eyes and sank to one knee as he recognized them as being the same as Lord Edvon's. Unable to speak he clasped the hand of his Prince and wept. Tristan, somewhat unsettled by this unexpected show of devotion, gently helped Niles up and sat the shaking man back in his chair. He looked around the room until his eyes met Celestae's. His eyes begging her for help, without saying a word she came forward offering Niles a tankard of fire mead, resting a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"I take it Master Niles, you will be willing to enter the service of house Breezae once more? My Uncle, would not have brought you here to meet me, if you were not competent. I have no small amount of funds and will soon be incurring many expenses. I need a man of your talents here to manage my affairs till such time as I can move our affairs home to the Duchy of Breezae. So again I shall ask, will you handle these affairs with the same devotion you served my father?" Tristan watched as Celestae gently rest her hands on the elder's shoulders. He had to almost force himself to use that business like tone. Hoping to ease this mans emotions.
"I will my Prince, with all my heart will I so serve thee." He managed, regaining some small amount of his composure." I must make list of what is to be done. I will of course have to reopen our embassy and seek out the remnants of the staff. I will need a detailed list of your needs Captain Sandy, so that I might better help thee. Lord Andalae, can you tell me which accounts belong to the Prince, so I may make forecast and projections?" Niles forced himself into the business at hand a bit embarrassed by his emotional outpouring. But in the depths of his heart he jumped skyward yelling "My Prince has Come! My Prince has come! Oh Gods and Goddesses be praised there is an Heir!"
They all stayed late, very late into the night, composing letters, announcements, and listings of accounts and assets. Celestae had fell asleep on a divan near the fire some time near dawn. Tristan removed his cloak from where he had hung it in the oak wardrobe and with great gentleness covered her. Sheldon and Sopaul left at first light in the company of Captain Sandy to inspect the enclave. Lady Renee kissed his cheek and excused herself. Niles surrounded by stacks of lists, of accounts, and holdings. He at last stuffed them into a large basket and carried them down the carpeted hall to the quarters Tristan had provided him. Lord Andalae, with weary, bloodshot eyes hugged his nephew close and whispered in his ear. "You do your father and my sister justice. They would be as proud of you as My Renee and I are." Then he too turned and retired to his own apartments.
Tristan had sometime during the night sent servants to make ready his mothers old apartments. With great care, almost as if she were as fragile as the petals of a rose, he lifted Celestae into his arms and carried her to the rooms he had made ready for her. Celestae's ever present essence of lavender and honeysuckle in full bloom filled his nose and caused his heart to race. A matronly head maid smiled at him as she opened the door and turned down the linen of the great four posted bed that was carved and inlaid with the crest of Breezae. Afraid to wrinkle her gown he laid her gently upon the bed and left his cloak over her. He cautiously, leaned down and kissed Celestae's forehead. "Know my Celestae, you have captured me, my lovely Huntress. My heart is forever yours," he whispered. He took one last look at the lovely sleeping form of his hearts desire, before he returned to his own apartments.
As Tristan closed the door to the apartments he had carried her to, Celestae smiled, opened her eyes and sighed contently as she took in her new surroundings. Lavender silk curtains surrounded the great four poster bed upon which she lay. The posts were carved with roses, orchids, and lilies. The great headboard had a crest carved into it inlaid with beads of gold. On the left was a golden dragon rearing up on its hind legs. To the right was the great oak of Breezae, and above both were the seven stars of the East . Her head chambermaid sat near the fire in a carved rocking chair of rosewood. She looked up, smiled at her then, went back to her quilting as Celestae, rose removed her gown and pulled the nightshirt over her head. "Can you send a man to the Academy to retrieve my things? What shall I call you my Lady?" Celestrae looked at the pink granite of the hearth. Two unicorns had been carved into the polished stone, one to either side of the fireplaces screened opening. A mantle of golden oak just above them held crystal hummingbirds, butterflies, and flowers that caught the fires reflected light and sent prisms of light dancing around the room.
"Lady Amelia if it pleases thee, Mistress Celestae" she said with a curtsy" I will have it taken care of. Now back to bed with you before you get those unsightly bags under those pretty eyes. I will see to things, now get yourself tucked under them covers." Amelia bullied. Her pale blue eyes twinkling, she pulled the covers up to Celestae's chin. Her long dark braid shining with an azure hue in the firelight.
Celestae willingly obliged. She took note of Amelia's scent, it was like the first deep breath of the oceans breeze. She thought for a brief moment of Tristan's whispered words. She knew of their betrothing as did a hand full of others but her Tristan had no idea. "He gave me his heart willingly not out of obligation to some pact made between our sires!!!!! Her heart screamed in triumph and soon was again fast asleep with Tristan's cloak drawn close to her breast and a smile upon her face. Her eyelids moved as she slipped into the dream state the elves called reverie.
Amelia smiled at her new charge. She went to a cupboard and retrieving a silver pitcher, and began to fill the vases of vibrant colored flowers with water. She collected Celestae's gown and moved across the violet carpeted room to the cedar wood wardrobes that filled a large alcove. She hung it in one, humming softly to herself as she moved beneath the vaulted ceilings. Great crystal chandeliers hung from silver chains. Murals of flowered gardens, filled with butterflies, unicorns and dancing fairies shone down as the pale moonlight light filled the double glass doors that led out to the balcony. Filmy lavender curtains rustled softly, beneath the pulled back violet drapes in the valances of the arched windows and their cushioned alcove seats. Tapestries of flower filled meadows and babbling brooks lined the walls. Sculptured pedestals held finely carved statuettes of dragons, flowers, and birds.
Amelia went to the cherry wood door that led to the sitting room and spoke softly with the three ladies there, who would be Celestae's ladies in waiting. "Now then, let us get my Mistress's breakfast and tea brought up in a few hours. be sure there is a good selection of fresh pastries, warm breads and jams, and I think a bit of oatmeal with maple sugar might do the trick. Be warned, Ladies, my Mistress is a warrior and may not be tolerant of hearing the idle chatter that fills our days. She and Prince Tristan seem to be quite smitten with each other. It may well be we are in the service once more of a queen to be. Take your time in gauging her reactions to things. Let us not embarrass ourselves by being too forward." Lady Amelia finished before sending them off on various duties.
Amelia sat by the fire and reflected back on her service to Princess Dannah, who had been Tristan's mother. Princess Dannah had been so in love with Lord Edvon, and she had absolutely glowed when she learned of being with child. Amelia had accompanied them back to Nicholae, and was asked to stay to see after Tristan whilst the royal couple went to the south on their diplomatic mission. When word reached them of their ship going missing, she had turned all her mourning into affection for the infant left in her charge. So it was, Tristan learned to speak many languages and heard many tales from his then Nanny, Amelia, of his homeland. She told herself she had done well and took pride in the man young Tristan had become. "Still the boy does not eat enough, gonna have to take him to task on that, I think. Must be his noble blood, because my new charge is scrawny as well. It is a shame these nobles forget so easily the basic need to eat. "She muttered to the large grey and black striped kitten that had made a nest in her yarn basket. "No worries now Mist, we will be there to help them think, so they do not starve, won't we?" She laughed as the kitten yawned at her and purred itself to sleep. She thought for just the briefest of moments about home. The coral city beneath the waves of the vast bay of Breezae. For only a second she allowed herself to feel a pang of homesickness then returned to her quilting.
Tristan gave up the idea of sleep as he stood on his balcony, greeting the day as Sheldon called it. So much had happened this last night. His mind reeled from the torrent of his swirling thoughts. One angelic face again and again returned to the forefront. Each time it appeared his pulse quickened and something not unlike butterflies took flight in his stomach. As he greeted the morning sun he smiled, not sure why but he could not help himself. The golden rays caressed his bare chest warming his skin. As his exhaustion washed over him he finally lay on his bed enraptured by a sleeping face he had dared to kiss as she slept.
Tristan rose a bit after noon to Sheldon and Sopaul's deep voiced discussion. He lay there listening as they talked, of repairing gates and roof tops and doors. With a deep, longing sigh he saw that golden face framed in its raven cascade of hair as she laid beneath his cloak. He opened his eyes and forced himself to rise and dress in his armor. "I see the pair of you are still up, did you inspect the enclave for needed repairs?" He inquired, as walked about settling his armor into place.
"All taken care of my Lord" Sheldon replied. "We gave the list to Niles and got out of the way as he sent runners out by the score. Last I heard, he had found half the Embassy staff and had set them to airing out the place, what ever that means." He said throwing up his hands.
"I sent messengers out as well with what I call, your call to arms," Sopaul laughed "I expect word to reach the furthest corners of Nicholae by this week end. Captain Sandy is scouring the city, talking to sail makers, wood cutters, and craftsman of all sorts. She has the enclave bustling. Niles is in his element, with figures and stacks of parchment and scrolls. I think I am going to sleep the rest of the day away, so if you do not need me cousin? I hear my bed calling me." The gold haired prince informed him with a yawn. Not waiting for a reply, he made his way down the central hall.
"You too," Tristan said, pointing at Sheldon who sat bleary-eyed and yawning.
"I think for once I won't waste words arguing, but make no mistake, I plan to give a good argument over something else just as trivial at a future time of my choosing." A moment later the great bear of a warrior was snoring like a thunderclap.
Tristan made his way down the hall to his mothers apartments and entered the sitting room. "Is Lady Celestae awake yet?" he inquired of the steward, as she sat quilting by the fire.
"I will see if she is ready for visitors, my Lord, "She folded the quilting neatly and sat it in her chair. She crossed to a door of rich cherry wood and knocked as she entered. "Mistress you have a visitor, are you awa..." The rest was lost as the door closed behind her.
Tristan sat patiently waiting, the steward Amelia re-emerged and informed him "My Mistress shall be out presently My Lord. Can I get you a cup of tea while you wait? I have some sweet breads as well. I won't be having my Mistress leaving with naught in her stomach. By the looks of you, if you don't mind me saying, you could use a few more meals yourself. You're not sickly mind, but a bit on the thin side if you ask me." Amelia fussed as she brought him sweetbread and tea. "Now, eat that up while you wait. The gods know you have us around to look after ye. Left to their own devices not a single noble would be alive young sir, every one of you would waste away to nothing. Don't be giving me that look it did not work for you as child and certainly will not now, just go ahead and eat that down."
As he sat his empty plate, and cup upon the table, the cherry door opened. The first thing he saw was knee-high leather boots inlaid with silver oak leaves. As his eyes wondered up, he beheld matching thigh guards and a cuirass engraved with a silver oak, not unlike his own family crest. But he did notice one very distinct difference. The wearer of this armor was definitely female. A longsword and dagger were belted about her waist as he stood to behold those emerald eyes. Those eyes that had captured both his heart and soul decades ago. Celestae wore her hair in one single braid that she let fall shining over her right shoulder so it ran down the side of her chest. A slight blush colored her cheeks as she bore his scrutiny. "You wished to see me, my Lord?"
After a long awkward silence, he found his voice. " I was wondering if you would accompany me to town. I have some errands and thought perhaps you might join me. After you have eaten of course," he added as he noticed Amelia watching them both. All the while adding yet another square to her quilt.
"I will, indeed Tristan. It was kind of you to ask." she replied with a smile. "Amelia made me eat before I left my room. She is such a bully, I don't mind saying. But it is best to let her get her way, or she will ramble on for hours." She crossed the room and took his arm, " shall we go before she tries to feed us again?" she said with a smile.
The pair made their way down the marble stairs, its carved banisters circling down to the floors below. They walked through the tapestry lined vaulted halls and out into the courtyard. Tristan saddled their horses and gave her a hand up as she mounted. He tried not to look at the smooth golden skin of her legs but found himself blushing nonetheless. They rode down to the waterfront, the steel shod hooves of their steeds ringing out as they rode amongst marbled buildings and whitewashed storefronts. They rode, more at ease now, with each other around the enclave talking of walls that needed repairing and crates needing to be removed. Tristan fought his desire to lean toward Celestae and inhale deeply of the lavender and honeysuckle that always seemed to linger like an aura about her.
Next they stopped by the sail maker, and he informed them of the colors they would bear. With evening approaching they came at last to the marble embassy of his homeland. Gardeners trimmed back rose beds that had grown wild, others raked and hoed, while yet others scrubbed statuary with rough brushes, removing years of dirt and stain. A groom came forward and took their mounts. Tristan offered Celestae his arm as they came to the marble stairs that led up to the Embassy. Celestae took his arm as they began to climb. Great Dragon statues lined the stairs as if watching their approach. Arriving at the top, two, somewhat aged, Dwarves in mail shirts and holding battleaxes bowed deeply and opened the freshly polished brass double doors.
"Welcome, Lady Celestae and Lord Tristan. I apologize for the Embassy's current state, but we should have it in order in a day or so. I am, Feanor, Ambassador of our beloved Ontillae. I served your father and now serve you in that role, if it pleases you my Lord. Niles told me to expect you at anytime. We have removed most of the dust and cobwebs and are working on airing out the musty smell. I am pleased to inform you, we have found most of the old staff. Shall I show you about?" Feanor ask bowing deeply.
"It would be kind of you to do so. I shall be guided by Niles and make your post official. Does our Embassy here have a library or hall of records and histories? I have some studies that I need to make and was hoping to find answers here?" Tristan inquired of the green robed elf.
"Certainly, if you will follow me. This is the Grand Hall. It is lined with the marble likeness's of Ontillae's noble Lords and Ladies. Down this hall are the offices of the staff and over on that side are the master kitchens for state functions." He led them up a stair of polished pink granite to a large sitting room. These offices through here are mine and of coarse your own are just across the hall. We can enter the Library from your offices, my Lord." Two Elven swordsmen stood to either side of large double oak doors inlaid with the great golden oak on one and the reared gold dragon on the other. Seven stars decorated the top. The guards opened the doors into a emerald carpeted room with several large walnut desks and bookshelves. Cushioned armchairs, couches, and divans were set about the room, all in deep walnut and forest green. There are four sleeping chambers to either side of this hall and at the end is the Library. The baths, the armory as well as guard barracks are in the lower levels. Might I get you anything My Lord?" He said as he removed several decorative vases of long dead flowers.
"That will be all for now, Feanor. Thank you for your time. On second thought, please have someone send up writing materials and refreshments, we may be a bit."
Tristan offered Celestae his arm, and they made their way down the hall looking into the bedchambers as they went. Coming at last to the doors of the Library. Two great scrolls were engraved into the deep walnut wood panels.
The Library was huge with its great high vaulted ceilings and ornately carved crystal chandeliers. Other doors allowed entrance from various parts of the Embassy. The walls were lined with rows of cedar bookshelves. The carpeting was a rich deep crimson as were the cushions of the armchairs. Great arched stain glass windows lit the room in a variety of colors. Oak desks were evenly distributed about the central section and small couch lined alcoves were to be found at each corner. Some twenty odd of the staff were busily removing books and scrolls, blowing dust from them with a small hand bellows. The smell of linseed oil was heavy on the air as they polished the wood before replacing the brushed and blown out books. A portly gnome pointed them to the geography section before retuning back to his task of wiping off leather bound volumes and placing them back on the shelves. Fires crackled in the dozen pink granite hearths about the room each with their golden screens. Cushioned armchairs sat before them with matching crimson footstools and golden oak tables. Mosaics decorated the floors, depicting scenes from the thousand-year war. Vast marble dragon statues sat watching from the fountain in the center of the chamber, where the golden rays from the domed skylight bathed them with their light.
Tristan and Celestae removed several volumes, charts and scrolls before returning to the Prince's offices. "I need to discover the distance from here to Breezae. I want to study the coast and find a cove somewhat away from the city proper. I have no idea what awaits us on the shores of my homeland." He informed Celestae. "Just set it here on this bureau my good man thank you" He said to the young man who had brought in several covered platters and a crystal decanter and goblets.
It was well into the night when Celestae pointed at a secluded cove some few leagues from Breezae proper with a carrot stick she had been absently munching on. "This cove of Elerinnar seems to be just what we are looking for. It is a short distance away from the city and the old maps show a road nearby. What do you think Tristan?" she asked, not looking up. Her jade eyes sparkled like emeralds in the candlelight. She took another bite of her pointer as Tristan joined her. She was very aware of his closeness as he leaned over her, careful not to touch her, as he supported his weight on one hand, the other on the back of her chair."Is that what you were searching for?" She inquired, slowly releasing the breath she had caught herself holding as he had leaned so close to her. She noticed that her Prince always had the scent of saffron and incense about him.
"That should be ideal, I think." He struggled to keep his knees from buckling as he studied the map inhaling the sweet essence of her. They copied some charts and maps, collected their notes and stored them in a desk. "I had best get you back or face the wrath of your bossy steward'" he told her. They rode back to the tower with the cool ocean breeze gently tossing their hair. The stars shined like a million twinkling diamonds in the night sky overhead. Unwisely perhaps, on his part he had decided to escort Celestae to her apartments.
"Noble or not, my Lord it is unseemly of you to keep my Mistress out all hours of the night. You of all people should have better manners. Growing up here in the palace such as ye did. See it does not become a habit, my Lord, else my wrath descend upon ye." Placing her hands on her hips, she eyed him. "Well, you seen her back safe, now. Get ye to your own bed, and don't forget to eat." With that she hustled him to the door and promptly shut it behind him.
Celestae was pleased to find a warm bath prepared for her. She undid the buckles of her belt and armor and slid into the warm euphoria of lavender and honeysuckle scented water. An hour or so later Amelia came in with a towel and robe. "Ok now, my Mistress, let us get you dried off and to bed, You have soaked till you are shriveled like a prune. Come now Missy, off to bed with ye! You may be a rough and tumbling Sword Maiden, I will grant ye, but you still need your beauty rest. What woman don't I ask ye? Exactly, now off to bed, before I am forced to unleash my wicked tongue on you the way I did with his Lordship." She rambled on. "Sit here on the bed, lets towel that hair and brush it, lest ye wake with a rat's nest about that pretty face. You really should look after yourself better Mistress. How you made it this far is beyond me. now there ye are all braided up! Now in the bed with ye. Sleep well milady." Not stopping, she banked the coals in the hearth, snuffed out the candles, and took to her quilting again, mumbling about the thoughtlessness of youth nowadays.
The days seemed to fly by after that so busy with chores errands and meetings. Some weeks later, Tristan again gathered his little council of friends for a discussion in the tower that had traditionally been set aside for his family. Once it had been his mothers, when she had grown up here as a Princess of Nicholae. Then later, when she had wed his father, it was held in reserve for the royal Ontillian family
"The Enclave is almost restored, my Prince. The final touches are being completed to the Osprey. I have gathered a veteran crew and have them equipped. The laying of the spine is near complete in the other three berths. They should start adding ribs the day after tomorrow. My three young apprentices are most gifted and since the ships they are building, they will Captain, they are paying very close attention to every detail. They have selected their crews and have them toiling away in the yards. A ship's crew has a certain pride in his ship if he helped create her. There were a few elder Veterans, a bit old for the sea. They have taken to training the younger ones and will oversee the Enclave when we sail." Sandy reported, her coppery curls blazing in the firelight. Her deep jade eyes glancing occasionally in the direction of Sheldon.
"The Embassy is aired out and open, my Lord. Still a bit understaffed but working efficiently. The costs generated, from the Enclave, have lessened with it being mostly restored. I think the wage of a silver half-drake per day was a bit generous for those the navy enlisted. But perhaps the old saying you get what you pay for will prove me wrong. The armories are both restocked at the enclave and at the embassy." Niles read from his report. Looking up at them over his reading glasses. "Have you selected your marines yet. I know the standard had always been twenty per ship. We must still equip them. I think, it would be best that we get that done as soon as we can. Then there is the matter of teaching them to sail, as Captain Sandy reminds me every day or so. The dozen bronze rams have arrived today. Captain Sandy assures me your Osprey will have it installed on the morrow. Your accounts are slowly gaining again, now the big draws are over with. I must confess I was a bit worried initially when the draws kept coming in. I was surprised by your purchase of the Sea Mist stables. But I understand the importance of good steeds. That is about all I have for the moment my Prince," He concluded rolling his scroll neatly and placing it back into his leather satchel.
"Thank you both, Sandy and Niles for all that you have done and continue to do. I guess it is time for me to select my Marines as Nile said. I will be taking Sheldon and Celestae with me of course. How many answered my cousin's call to arms which he issued on my behalf? And are they gathered anywhere yet?" Tristan asked, sipping from his goblet.
"We, have them quartered at the Enclave cousin,"Sopaul answered. "We put them to work helping with the repairs. They have been drawing wages for as long as two weeks now. Sheldon can give you a better account than I, since he has personally been overseeing repairs to the Enclave, leaving Sandy free to see to the Ospreys." He replied pointing his hand to Sheldon.
Sheldon stood by the hearth, his massive shoulders all but obscuring it. "We have one hundred and twenty to the man. They each train four hours in the morning with their arms both, sword and longbow. Then they work six hours on the fortifications and finish their day with an hour of lance practice. Most had been in service to your Uncle, so they are already hardened and conditioned. I have twenty I can recommend. Would you care to meet them tomorrow Tristan? He asked, interlocking his fingers and cracking his knuckles, as was his habit.
"I will, and ask you, and Celestae join me. We will be putting our lives in their hands. It might be a good idea to start getting to know one another. Aunty. Uncle. Am I overlooking anything at this point?" Tristan asked, seeking their approval as well as their council.
"Nephew, will these be your personal guard?" He waited for his nephews nod, then continued. "Then I shall gift you and them with suits of elven chain, that they may better protect you all. Renee and I have discussed this endeavor of yours at great length and have decided to arm and armor you. For should you meet an untimely end we would know no end to our mourning. I will send our gifts to the Enclave at first light, so you may garb those you choose. Now Renee has some things to discuss with you. So, I shall take a seat before she gives me the look." He smiled as he had seen Sopaul and Tristan nod knowingly to hide their grins. To be sure all three had been on the receiving end of the LOOK.
Renee stood, her satin mint gown whispering softly as she rose." Be assured, my Lord Andalae, we are not amused, I am sure, these Ladies present, will agree if you men folk would behave yourselves, We Ladies would have no need of the Look as you call it. It would seem my husband's attempt at wit was misplaced." She drew herself up and continued. "For the past week I have had the same Dream. An ancient golden Drake speaks to me and tells me to Send Tristan home, Elerinnar awaits. Then it tells me to send as well, the Tutor and Loyal Lord of Oakendale. I have no knowledge of this Lord, so I am troubled. We must seek out this hidden Lord that he may join you." She tuned to Sheldon who was making no attempt to hide his laughter. "What pray tell do you find so amusing in all this Sheldon?"
"I was sent here long ago as Lady Celestae's escort. I was educated in your Academy, along with our two mischievous Princes'. Most assumed I was a minor noble, so I told no one any different. I received word shortly after our arrival that my father had left the land of the living. But my charges were here. I was to safeguard Lady Celestae and enter the service of my King. So it was, that when our young Prince had need of a squire I did take upon myself that responsibility. So my Lady, fret not, for I am the Lord of Oakendale. Perhaps, only in name. Tristan, ever the inquisitive one, found me out long ago. Celestae may or may not have known on that point, I am unsure." he smiled even bigger as Celestae shook her head no." I like my Prince have an empty title, until we arrive home to claim our birthright."
The meeting was pretty much over at that point, as the humble squire became the center of attention. Tristan used this time to stand on his balcony in the pale moonlight. He found himself staring intently up at Lunarae as she bathed him in her light. He did not turn as two soft arms enfolded him from behind. He stood there eyes closed as he listened to the call of the whippoorwill. His nose catching the scent of lavender and honeysuckle told him that those arms belonged to Celestae. He felt her lay a cheek to his back, so he dared not move. Perhaps this were a dream, one, he never wanted to wake. For minutes, hours he could never be sure he stood there in that embrace. "What other secrets do you hold my Prince? It would seem the keeping of secrets has fallen upon us both." She turned her face and kissed once between his shoulder blades before returning to the others.
Tristan had awoken early, and dressed going to his balcony, as was his custom to greet the day. He wrestled with his emotions as they fought for dominance in his concentration . Nervousness was a contender as the time drew near for his voyage to begin, and with it came excitement of the unknown, uncertainty of how those who had flocked to his call would react. These he could master. The last made him happy and full of despair at the same time. His thoughts drifted to the moonlight that had bathed him hours before, and those arms that had encircled him. Had he dreamed it, or did it really happen? He turned and lifted the shirt he had worn last night and her scent came rushing up at him. "Confusion is this day's victor." he announced to a sparrow who sat watching him from its perch on the battlements. Then he turned to greet Sheldon and Celestae as they entered.
They broke their fast together, then made their way to the stables and rode in silence to the Enclave. As they approached, Sandy was shouting orders to a group that were practicing swordsmanship. Quickly they broke off and fell in before her. "The ones you wanted to speak with are assembled, my Prince. I will call the others as well, so they might see you. She blew once in a loud wavering whistle and all work stopped in the Enclave. Soon other uniformed groups formed around them.
"I am Prince Tristan, Heir to the Duchy of Breezae, the royal Crown of Ontillae, and Lordship over the Seven Jewels of the Eastern Sea. I have not been home in over a century." He paused, somewhat startled as all assembled dropped to one knee. Regaining his composure, he continued. "Most of you do not know me. Many have never beheld the forested shore's of Ontillae. Yet, you all answered my call for your own reasons, each of you standing here now. In a few short days, I and these behind me will venture forth to those shores that call to something buried so deep in each of us, we know not what it is. Ontillae has a proud history of greatness. It is the homeland of the Elves, the last Bastion of the Dragons during the thousand-year war. It is Home to the Lords of the Sea, but most dear to each of us it is home to you and I. We have each been long away from this home that lives in our hearts. Take courage and grasp to hope with all your might even as I do. For in the Days to come will Ontillae's wayward sons and daughters migrate home. Cruel has been our separation from the place that calls to us from our blood and bone. Unbearable at times are the dreams of that place that is Ontillae. Crippling is the longing for the place that is to each of us home. I ask you now, and there is no shame for those who say nay. Will you Sisters and Brothers all, will you dare to ride upon the waves of the azure sea, will you partake of the salty spray, and find beauty in the flight of the Gull, Albatross and the Osprey? Will you dance upon the graceful ships of Our navy as we, the children of the sea, return to the only place we can ever call home? If the call does not tug at the center of your being, you may draw your pay and take my thanks for having come. For the rest, I say rise up to your feet, for you are my brothers and sisters and I will lead you home. Home to Ontillae where we call the sea Mother. Home to the forest and sacred mountains of Ontillae we call Father. Home to the skies of Ontillae where Dragons take wing. Home to Ontillae the land that is ours." Tristan paused to catch his breath and sort his thoughts.
Somewhere a voice shouted " Home to Ontillae!!!" then other voices joined. Soon hundreds shouted "Home to Ontillae!!!" The chant became so loud it echoed through the streets of Nicholae, resounding from the marbled halls and shops. Some distance away Lord Andalae stood on a balcony with his arm around Lady Renee's waist. Prince Sopaul stood beaming toward the waterfront and yelled "Home to Ontillae!!!" Andalae looked down at Renee, and they returned each other's smile before adding their voice "Home to Ontillae!!! Lady Renee made no attempt to wipe away the tears on her graceful cheeks.
From the Embassy it rang out, and down in the courtyard of the castle an Elven Elder having dropped his satchel yelled "Home to Ontillae!!!" as if his heart would burst if he did not. Tears moistened many faces that day as the echoes of that chant rebounded from the city walls. Niles retrieved his fallen satchel, his gray eyes afire with pride and hope as he thought of his Prince. He had all but given up hope, of ever returning home to his beloved Ontillae and the Duchy of Breezae. He moved his long dark brown hair once more over his shoulders and carried on at a stately pace.
Tristan made no attempt to wipe the moisture from his cheeks as he held his hand aloft that he may speak. "My heart soars to find I am not alone. Labor hard my brothers and sisters for I will await you on those forested shores. A cloak bearing the crest of Ontillae awaits each of you at the quartermaster's. Now must I speak to these who shall ride the tides with me." He beckoned the others to follow, and they made their way to the last Ship Berth. He led Sandy, Sheldon, and Celestae to the prow where he stood on a crate to address them.
"Warriors of Ontillae, female and male, you have answered my call and have all distinguished yourselves in the eyes of my Captain and my squire. I offer you a place as the first of my personal guard. are you willing to have me as your liege? Will you shed your blood for me as I will shed mine for you? Will you be in the vanguard with me when I sail home to our beloved Ontillae?" He paused for a reply.
The reply came first from Celestae. She moved closer to the score gathered before her prince and laid a great leather bound tome on a barrel. She signed her name in ink then cut her hand with her dagger and added her blood to the page. "I, will serve thee Prince Tristan upon the land and upon the sea."
Sheldon turned the page, signed and added his blood, all those assembled took their turn one by one signing in ink and sealing it with blood. Then Tristan turned the pages to the first and signed and added his blood to each page before addressing them once more " and I, Prince Tristan shall serve you both on land and upon the sea."
"Each of you withdraw from this wagon the symbols of your station. When you emerge from this berth where Our ship does lie will you be the Royal guard of Prince Tristan of House Breezae." Sheldon announced as he withdrew a set of elven chain, cloak, long sword, and bow for each of them. "When time allows, just outside the west gate of the city is Sea Mist ranch, go there and choose your mount. From this day onward, each shall draw the wage of a gold half drake per day."
They all, including Tristan, emerged from the Osprey berth dressed in elven chain. The guards stood taller, the workers worked harder and each had a spring in their step that had not been there before. They all returned to the tower and had a light lunch together, before dispersing to see to the many errands still left undone.