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bindsthedead) wrote2014-03-11 10:45 pm
bindsthedead) wrote2014-03-11 10:45 pm
For hanssome
Belisaere was the Old Kingdom's capital city, and through the two centuries of the interregnum, had undergone considerable decline- with the Great Stones broken and some of the aqueducts, the Dead had begun to creep into the city, and its living inhabitants had slowly retreated to the central valley, safe behind the running water of the remaining aqueducts, with the Royal palace gutted by a fire and then abandoned for twenty years.
Now, with the Great Stones repaired, things were changing. The Dead had been mostly cleared out of the abandoned portions of the city, the outer aqueducts were undergoing repairs and expansion, and the royal palace was occupied once more, although it would be a few more years before the palace and gardens were more fully restored. Not that Sabriel was in the palace most of the time. The Old Kingdom extended far beyond Belisaere, and Sabriel was out of the city for weeks- or even months at a time, dealing with infestations of the Dead and hunting down Kerrigor's remaining servants. She understood now why her father was able to visit her physically only twice a year. Her work as Abhorsen kept her busy- and when that didn't, she was in Belisaere, helping Touchstone run the kingdom, and re-establish diplomatic connections with the rest of the world. Even before the last regent had set herself- and the palace- on fire, the kingdom had cut off most communication with the outside world. Larger ships were arriving now- it wasn't just fishing-boats from towns along the coast that filled the city's only usable harbor now, though work had begun to repair the rotting wharves of one of the abandoned ones.
In those few hours of leisure time that weren't spent with Touchstone, Sabriel often wandered the streets of Belisaere- watching the people go about their lives, marvelling at how much things had changed since she'd first set foot in the city, and watching the ships arrive in the harbor.
Now, with the Great Stones repaired, things were changing. The Dead had been mostly cleared out of the abandoned portions of the city, the outer aqueducts were undergoing repairs and expansion, and the royal palace was occupied once more, although it would be a few more years before the palace and gardens were more fully restored. Not that Sabriel was in the palace most of the time. The Old Kingdom extended far beyond Belisaere, and Sabriel was out of the city for weeks- or even months at a time, dealing with infestations of the Dead and hunting down Kerrigor's remaining servants. She understood now why her father was able to visit her physically only twice a year. Her work as Abhorsen kept her busy- and when that didn't, she was in Belisaere, helping Touchstone run the kingdom, and re-establish diplomatic connections with the rest of the world. Even before the last regent had set herself- and the palace- on fire, the kingdom had cut off most communication with the outside world. Larger ships were arriving now- it wasn't just fishing-boats from towns along the coast that filled the city's only usable harbor now, though work had begun to repair the rotting wharves of one of the abandoned ones.
In those few hours of leisure time that weren't spent with Touchstone, Sabriel often wandered the streets of Belisaere- watching the people go about their lives, marvelling at how much things had changed since she'd first set foot in the city, and watching the ships arrive in the harbor.
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It's a bout of apparent crazy he hasn't revealed to anyone. His sanity had already been called into question for his actions. He's been poked and prodded and interrogated ever since he picked up where he left off, but he'd taken it in his stride. His noble title ensures that he won't be spending his life in prison, it's not a besmirched reputation the royal family of the Southern Isles needs. Instead, they've taken to sending him on small quests and bothersome deeds in Kingdoms deemed less illustrious than Hans is used to. It had been a punishment of his own design that he'd persuaded them into initiating through subtle hints and offhanded comments. What better way to learn from his mistakes than hard work and lots and lots of space from his family? He just doesn't know.
The boat ride had been long, so he's quick to escort himself off the boat and onto the port so he can take a deep breath and stretch. The guards watch from a distance, but there's not much risk of Hans suddenly dashing off into the distance with his wobbly sea legs. He isn't entirely sure why they've been brought here. Sometimes he's here simply for formal visits, sometimes he's bringing assistance to a Kingdom in need. All of which are ways to "repay" his moral debt, of course. He casts a glance about his surroundings, not looking particularly impressed. At least. Not until his eyes fall to Sabriel and his expression lights up considerably. He'll walk toward her, careful not to run, a grin tugging at his lips as he does.
"Is it really you?"
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"I had wondered, when the Southern Isles sent word that a diplomatic envoy would be arriving-" Sabriel leaned forward, speaking more quietly, "It's good to see you again. I have so much to tell you." And the quietly rational part of Sabriel's mind thought that Hans would might be a useful source of information about the world beyond the Old Kingdom- which did not seem to include any of the countries she'd learned about in Ancelstierre. She raised her voice again, speaking both to Hans and the men who'd arrived with him, straightening her shoulders and speaking in a far more formal tone.
"As Abhorsen and Queen of the Old Kingdom, it is my honor to welcome all of you to Belisaere on behalf of my husband, King Touchstone the First," She gestured for Hans to walk next to her, and for the others to follow them. "Please, follow me back to the palace. I'm afraid it's still undergoing repairs, but there will be accommodations for all of you there."
Turning back to Hans, the formality drained out of her voice, and her smile broadened, "I'm glad you came. We've been rebuilding as we can- I've been driving back the Dead, and Touchstone has been repairing Charter Stones and raising new ones- but fortunately, we should both be in Belisaere for the next few days." It was good to see a friend again, Sabriel thought. Particularly someone who wouldn't think she'd lost her mind if she started talking about Keeliai.