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Date Posted: 16:15:35 04/30/02 Tue
The dismissal implicit in his words was clear. Aragorn- no, the King- considered the subject closed. She had no more say in the matter. Angrily, she watched him leave, the closing of the door had a note of finality to it.
Left alone, she quickly collected her clothes from where they lay discarded on the floor and dressed. She had only just finished when a knock came at the door.
"Your majesty?"
The door opened. A healer stood there staring at her, light dawning in his eyes. A flush rising on her cheeks, Namün hurriedly brushed past him, leaving the room. She fled through the palace to her own quarters- a tiny room which she shared with another girl. It was small, dark and cramped, containing little more than two narrow beds and a chest of drawers. Collapsing onto her own, she curled up into a tight ball, trying to gather her thoughts.
Some time later, Kirya came in.
"Namün!" She spoke sharply, "Where on earth have you been. I haven't seen you since last night. Mirwan's going crazy. You'd better have a good explanation- she's going to give you such a whipping."
Namün sat up, exhibiting the marks on her arms in reply.
"Oh..." Kirya's voice softened in sympathy. "Who was it? He didn't...?"
"Deollyn. And no. He was stopped." Namün looked at the other girl, the closest thing she had to a friend here.
"Kirya, I've got to go before the court!"
"Namün, whatever possessed you to do such a thing! You know what it means. You'll lose your job over this, and make things worse for the rest of us besides. Those nobles all stick together. How could you have been so stupid?"
She cracked. "I tried to stop him, he wouldn't listen. I don't have a choice."
Tears came into her eyes for the first time. Kirya observed her in a buisnesslike manner.
"How do you always manage to get yourself into such trouble Namün? The rest of us manage just fine."
Calm hands pushed a clean skirt and blouse into her hands.
"What time do you need to be there? Neaten yourself up a bit at least."
Obediently, she changed clothing, then sat while Kirya ruthlessly combed her hair back and pinned it up neatly.
"You'll do."
Kirya stood up and walked towards the door. "I'll make your excuses to Mirwan, but you know she's not going to like it. For god's sake, hurry up and get back to work. She's got a grudge against you already. Don't give her an excuse to sack you." She left, sending one parting shot back through the door. "Remember Namün, don't trust any of them. They don't care about anybody but themselves."
Namün watched her leave. She wondered if Kirya was right. Could she trust any of them? Reluctantly, she rose. Much as she disliked the King's orders, they had to be obeyed. Slowly she walked to the Great Hall. Taking a deep breath outside the door, she paused for a moment to gather her courage, before pushing open the door.
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