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Subject: Mirwan Author: Namün [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 16:59:34 05/21/02 Tue Namün sat in silence outside the room where the king struggled to save Deollyn's life. The only sound she could hear was her heart beating, drumming louder and louder inside her head. Try as she might, she couldn't shake the thought that if Deollyn died, it would be her fault. A hand fastened firmly round her arm. She cried out in pain at the pressure on her bruised skin, attempting to pull away. Her captor didn't let go, if anything, the pressure was increased. She looked up into the malicious face of Mirwan. "You've been loitering up here for long enough Namün, shirking your duties. Get back below stairs where you belong." Sharply, the woman jerked her to her feet. Mirwan was closing on 50. She was in charge of all the domestic servants, and ruled over them with a rod of steel. Deceptively strong beneath her meek exterior, she was free with whippings, and had disliked Namün ever since she had entered her service. Namün was well aware that if it were not for the fact that Lady Eowyn was in charge of who was hired, and it was to she that Mirwan would have to go to get rid of her, she would have been thrown out on the streets long ago. "Ara- the King said I wasn't to work today." she protested. Mirwan slapped her about the face, hard. Gasping, one of her hands flew to her stinging cheek. The assembled nobles and healers in the room looked on, making no move to help her. "Don't tell falsehoods! Get back to work right now, or I'll give you such a whipping..." Mirwan hissed. Although she was not a tall woman, right now she seemed to top the Argonath, and Namün cowered beneath her. There was no doubt that she would be as good as her word. Helplessly, she stopped struggling and stood submissively still. Mirwan released her arm and gave her a push in the direction of the door. "Hurry up girl. Time waits for no man. If you want to hold on to your job, you'll do as I say from now on. Don't let me see you above stairs again." [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]