Moritani Funeral Event- Part 2

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Niccolo goes through the trapdoor. 

Iason goes through the trapdoor. 

Boris goes through the trapdoor. 

Iohannes goes through the trapdoor. 

Mintor goes through the trapdoor. 

You go through the trapdoor and down a spiraled staircase. 

Moritani Mausoleum -- Moritani Embassy (Kaitain) 
The familial mausoleum of House Moritani is truly a place fit for the 
eternal rest of its members. The circular walls are of jet black marble, 
with veins of grey running through them. They rise to a huge vaulted 
ceiling, it being decorated with mosaics of Heaven, showing the delights 
that the deceased Moritani are experiencing in the afterlife. The white 
marble floors lead in steps up to a platform which rings the entire room 
whereupon in carefully measured intervals along the walls are the golden 
sarcophagi of the dead family members. Each bears a likeness of their 
occupant, often depicted in prayer and supplication. In the centre of 
the room, on a bier, lies the most recent addition. The lid has been 
removed on the sarcophagus, and a circular light in the ceiling shines a 
brilliant ray upon the corpse, the rest of the room being dimly lit with 
torches that are replenished every hour. Several rows of chairs have 
been set up around the central bier, the first being for the Corrino, 
then the Siridari and Moritani, a middle row for staff, and finally a 
row for the press which is nothing more than a cordoned area. In front 
of them has been placed a mahogany podium which has been draped in black 
cloth. 
Players: 
Boris                                 Mintor 
Cesare                                Niccolo 
Iason                                 Yheffen 
Iohannes 
Objects: 
Centre Sarcophagus 
Exits: 
Spiral Staircase <O> leads to Reception Hall -- Moritani Embassy 
(Kaitain) 

Ulricke descends the staircase and walks into the room. 

Arturios descends the staircase and walks into the room. 

Melchiorre descends the staircase and walks into the room. 

Cesare stands near the bier his arms gesturing to take in the entire 
room, "Look before you, honoured guests. This is a sight kept secret for 
millennia of millennia." 

Yheffen stares up at the ceiling and around the space as he wears a 
complex mix of awe, shock, and amusement across his deeply wrinkled 
face. 

Iason's gaze runs around the room, with a reserved, but impressed look 
on his face. 

Iohannes mutters softly to himself. "Truly it is like the cave of Jh'rok 
na Gr'oeg of Alvst legend..." 

Cesare continues, "This is the final resting place of the Siridars 
Moritani, and none save those who have bore them down here have ever 
witnessed it, and those servants were all summarily executed afterwards. 
Everyone has always assumed that we bury our predecessors on our 
homeworld, but we wouldn't think of it. Here is where the Emperor is and 
where we belong...even unto eternity." 

Niccolo bows his head at the end of the last sentence 

Iason offers a slight bow, towards the sarcophagus. 

Ulricke lifts her chin, "I assume we aren't to share the fate of the 
servants." 

Iohannes bows in the direction of the sarcophagus, muttering a prayer in 
Alvst while doing so. 

Boris looks about, clearly enjoying all the deceptiveness on show here. 

Mintor flashes a quickly surpressed grin at Ulricke remark. 

Cesare points at the bier, his face never leaving the guests. "There is 
my father, prepared for his everlasting rest. You can feel safe enough, 
friends. This was something my father wanted revealed to all of Kaitain. 
We make no secret of our service to the Emperor." 

Arturios eyes Ulricke and looks about merely shrugging and muttering 
something to his companions who all try not to giggle. 

Niccolo smiles and glances around at the assemblege. 

Cesare walks over and stands at the podium. He gestures to the top of 
the staircase, and a cadre of reporters and assorted press agents 
descend, moving quickly to their cordoned area and setting up their 
equipment. 

Cesare walks up and stands at the podium. 

Cesare nods curtly to his guests, "Please, be seated in the respective 
rows. They are clearly labeled. Once everyone is settled, we shall 
proceed with a eulogy from my father's nearest and dearest friend." He 
then strides and seats himself on the Siridari row, his face bearing a 
look of extreme smugness and satisfaction. 

Cesare backs away from the podium. 

Cesare sits down in the Siridari row. 

Melchiorre takes a seat in the Moritani row. 

Mintor sits down in the Siridari row. 

Niccolo takes a seat in the middle row. 

Yheffen gazes at Cesare then around at the other Moritani, from high 
ranking staff to lowly servants. He looks upon them as if they were 
completely foriegn to his eyes. 

Boris frowns deeply at the ...journalists. "Who invited those vermin?" 
he asks Niccolo quietly. 

You take a seat in the middle row. 

Iohannes takes a seat in the middle row. 

Boris sits down in the Siridari row. 

Ulricke sits down in the Siridari row. 

Cesare motions to Niccolo to fall silent, "I did, Boris. I wanted this 
recorded for posterity and reported to the Known Universe. I am sure you 
do not mind." 

Niccolo just looked at you. 

Iason takes a seat in the middle row. 

Boris looks skeptical, but doesn't respond to Cesare. 

Niccolo casts a wary glance at Siridar Boris 

Arturios sits down in the Siridari row. 

Cesare looks over his shoulder, and seeing that everyone is seated, nods 
to Boris. 

Mintor nods a solemn greeting to Baron Harkonnen. 

Yheffen looks at both Uricke and Mintor, a quizical look upon his face. 
He glances at Cesare then shrugs. He turns and looks at the others 
seated nearby. 

Ulricke slips a hand into a discreet pocket in her dress. 

Niccolo casts a stare at Ulricke 

Iason finds his seat, his face impassive, though he does glance at 
Ulricke. 

Niccolo shifts to the balls of his feet and glances from Ulricke to 
Cesare 

From the middle row, Yheffen looks to the Moritani swordsman, Niccolo, 
back to Ulricke and Mintor, then back to the swordsman. 

Arturios nods to the Siridari.. 

Cesare frowns and whispers something over his shoulder at Niccolo 

Iohannes looks slightly uneasy as he notes a rising tension. 

Ulricke gives impassive stares in return as she holds a small object in 
the palm of her hand. 

Boris rises from his seat and makes his way to the front of the room, 
with a disdainful glare at the paparazzi. 
Boris rises from its seat in the Siridari row. 
Boris walks up and stands at the podium. 

Boris regards the room solemnly, casting a baleful eye about. He sets 
his big hands on the podium before him. 

Morgen descends the staircase and walks into the room. 

Boris says, "Siridars, friends, distinguished guests..I come here to 
speak of Count Galeazzo Moritani, who was my friend for fifty years man 
and boy. He was a great man, a great leader, and a great friend. He 
taught us all the things that matter:" 

Boris says, "Power. The deft use of raw force to accomplish his aims..." 

Boris says, "Maintenance of the established social order, as it's 
existed for the last ten millenia. The Emperor and the Siridars at the 
top, all the little folk at the bottom..." 

Cesare nods in agreement with Boris's words. 

Boris says, "The victory of the strong over the weak. These are the 
things my friend stood for, and for that, and so many other things, I'm 
grateful. Grateful to have known him!" 

Ulricke smiles as Boris speaks, her fingers closed around something. 

Niccolo stares at Ulricke's hand 

Ulricke
Petite, delicate, refined, shy, modest. All words that one would never 
use to describe Ulricke Harkonnen. Striking, might be a better word. 
Tall and leggy, Ulricke with her almost white hair, which is cut very 
short, stands out clearly in just about any crowd. Her ice blue eyes 
gaze keenly around and do not lower for anyone. She has high cheekbones, 
and red lips decorate a wide mouth. She prefer loose-fitting clothing 
when she has a choice. Today, she is wearing a long black gown decorated 
with burgundy and dark green applique. 
Carrying: 
opafire ring 

Melchiorre nods slowly, listening to the Baron. 

Boris sets his hand on the black-draped coffin. "Now he's gone. Forever. 
We of the Harkonnen don't believe in any afterlife...this is a 
fairy-tale, told for little children...But if Galeazzo were here, 
looking down on us, from above, do you know what he'd say?" He glares at 
the audience. "Do you? Eh?" 

Ulricke's opafire ring
This is a ring of a huge opafire gem set in gold and platinum. It has 
reportedly been handed down for more than 75 generations by the wives of 
the Moritani patriarchs. The mere cost of this ring could pay for entire 
CHOAM Contracts, and by all accounts it belongs in a museum, not in the 
collection of a House Major. 

Melchiorre lets a wry smile hint across his features, listening. 

Niccolo smiles at the words of Siridar Boris 

Cesare raises an eyebrow, uneasiness slightly creasing his brow. 

Iohannes nods absently. His expression is bland, but his reserve is that 
of a man waiting for a bomb to go off... 

Niccolo glances at his Lord Count... 

Boris says, "He'd say, 'Up yours! All of you! How dare you bastards 
outlive me! I've still drinking left to do! Slaves left to bang! I've 
still got so many people left to crush!" He throws back his head and 
laughs loudly." 

Cesare keels over in laughter 

Iason manages to look banal and unconcerned, even with Boris' thing. 

Niccolo stiffens in his seat 

Melchiorre laughs loudly. 

Niccolo casts a quick glance to Cesare before laughing reservedly 

Ulricke grins and looks down at her hands. 

Yheffen covers his face in embarrasment for... for... for everyone. 

A small grin cracks Mintor's composure. 

Cesare leans over to Ulricke and whispers something to her. 

Iason's own lips curl up into an amused smirk as he looks over at the 
Harkonnen contingent out of curiousity. 

Iohannes smiles slightly, then a chuckle escapes his lips. 

Ulricke tilts her head to hear Cesare. 

Morgen's smile is without question forced and lasts only a the polite 
duration. 

Ulricke whispers something back. 

Boris laughs and wipes at his eyes with the back of his hand. "That was 
the Galeazzo I knew and will miss. Gal, you old spitting cobra!" He 
unsteadily makes his way back to his seat, reaching for Ulricke's hand. 
Boris backs away from the podium. 
Boris sits down in the Siridari row. 

Cesare claps Boris on the shoulder and says, "That was a fitting tribute 
to father, Boris. You always were far better with words than I." 

Ulricke slips her hand in Boris'. It looks almost small in comparison. 

Cesare stands, still chuckling, and makes his way towards the podium. 

From the middle row, Yheffen shifts in his seat, shaking his head and 
straightening his coat. 

Siridar Moritani moves up to the podium and stands behind it, signaling 
to the press that he is about to make an announcement. 

Cesare rises from his seat in the Siridari row. 
Cesare walks up and stands at the podium. 
Cesare backs away from the podium. 

Count Cesare then walks over to the sarcophagus and plucks a ring from 
his father's finger. He holds it up, the red and blue metal flashing in 
the light. "This ring belonged to my father. He told me on his deathbed 
that when I decide to marry, I should take it from his casket and keep 
it as my own until my marriage, at which time it would be used as my 
wedding band. I take it now, and announce to you all my intention to 
court the Lady Ulricke Harkonnen. For months I have done so in secret, 
but now I feel it prudent to announce to all Kaitain my intentions. Let 
her other suitors beware, as I shall stop for nothing and no one. She is 
a prize to be valued above all the Known Universe has to afford, and I 
shall not relent until I have made her mine. You have been warned." 

Niccolo smiles 

Boris looks up, proudly, then glances towards his daughter. 

Iason inclines his head curiously, glancing over towards Boris and 
family. 

Cesare grins and looks towards the Lady, his eyes searching for some 
sort of reaction. 

Ulricke looks up and blinks. 

From the middle row, Yheffen puts his knuckles to his forehead and 
clears his throat to cover a chuckle. After rubbing his forehead, he 
leans back and sighs. 

Iohannes beams at the Siridar - Count's words, his mind seeming to drift 
happily. 

Niccolo glances at Lady Ulricke and smiles, staring at her hands 
especially. 

Melchiorre takes a deep breath, looking down for a moment, then over at 
the Lady Harkonnen. 

Mintor smiles happily at the announcement. 

Ulricke's lips curve slowly into a smile. "Siridar Count, I am honored." 

Niccolo cracks a wide smile as he stares at the crowd for reactions. 

Morgen blinks repeated looking from Ulricke to Cesare and back again. 

Cesare smiles and leans towards the Lady, whispering into her ear. 

From From the middle row, Yheffen mutters, "Now I am sure he is 
delerious with grief." 

Boris applauds wildly, gesturing to his servitors in the back row to 
display a similar enthusiasm, which they do at once and with abandon. 

Ulricke holds up a ring that she has been holding, smiling as Cesare 
whispers to her. Her eyes meet Cesare's and hold a challenge in them, "I 
have been but waiting for a reason to wear this." 

Niccolo joins Siridar Harkonnen in applause 

Cesare nods and raises her from her seat. "Then wear it now, my dear, 
for all of the Known Universe to see." 

Iason starts to put his hands together to join the applause, in a 
reserved (as usual) fashion. 

Mintor joins the applause and throws in a muted "Bravo!" for good 
measure. 

Iohannes claps, cheering. 

Niccolo turns toward Lady Ulricke and bows his head to her. 

Ulricke mutters to Cesare, "... a... reason... you... want... court..." 

The Harkonnen servitors clustered in the back row strike up a 'Hip Hip 
Hooray for the Count and Lady Ulricke!' 

Cesare falls upon his knees, holding the hand of the Lady Ulricke and 
slipping the ring onto her right hand. "Lady Ulricke Harkonnen, will you 
do me the honour of becoming the Countess Moritani?" 

Morgen joins in the appaulse his eyes still fixed on the lady Ulricke. 

Ulricke is standing and looks around to the people. She holds a 
beautiful ring in her hands, but she hasn't yet put it on her finger. 

Boris beams happily, honking his nose into an immense handkerchief. 

Yheffen rises and gapes. 

Niccolo offers his handkerchief up to Siridar Harkonnen 

Boris shrugs off Niccolo's offer. 

Melchiorre smiles from his seat, watching the Lady. 

Mintor backs off somewhat from the press of courtiers. His smile 
remains, happy but otherwise opaque. 

Iason waits silently, taking in this rather... happy event. 

Ulricke mutters to Cesare, ":gives... to... put... my finger... want..." 

Cesare takes the ring from the Lady Ulricke and slips it on her finger. 
"Be my bride, Lady Ulricke. You, the Conqueror of the Slave Pits, have 
conquered my heart." 

Niccolo smiles and gives a muted cheer 

Morgen barely stops a laughs. 

Boris chuckles. 

Melchiorre chuckles, shaking his head and smiling. 

Ulricke looks down at the ring suspiciously, almost. "Am I to say yes or 
no right now?" SHe glances at her father. 

Iason tries not to shake his head a bit at the language. That cliche's 
probably as old as the Imperium. He does smirk a bit though. 

Yheffen tilts his head and can't help but chuckle as he stands on his 
toes and leans forward for a good view. 

Cesare looks stunned, no longer smiling, but not frowning...yet. 

Mintor's left eyebrow inches upward. 

Melchiorre smiles, watching with great interest. 

Iason tries not to shake his head a bit at the language. That cliche's 
probably as old as the Imperium. He does smirk a bit though. 

Mintor slips back a bit further til his back is covered by the wall. His 
smile remains on his lips, but only there. 

Ulricke places a hand on Cesare's shoulder and whispers in his ear. 

Boris grins broadly. "In front of the whole damned Imperium, girl? Aye!" 

Cesare looks from Ulricke to Boris, his eyes full of concearn. 

Niccolo smiles at Boris 

Boris strokes his chin. 

Ulricke smiles slightly as she whispers. 

Cesare nods at Ulricke's whisper and says something back to her in 
return 

Niccolo leans forward in anticipation 

Boris steps forward malevolently towards the journalists. "You've 
distracted her!" he says, raising his hands to shove them away. "Go on, 
go on." 

Yheffen settles back, growing a little impatient. 

Niccolo readies himself to help Siridar Boris if necessary 

Ulricke's smile widens slightly and she holds up a hand. "A moment is 
all I ask." 

Ulricke laughs at something Cesare whispers. "Then yes." 

Boris says, "Eh? Did I hear a yes?" 

Yheffen drops his head with a slight eye roll and pronounced grin. He 
applauds and shakes gently with a chuckle. 

Cesare laughs as well, standing and holding up the hand of the Lady 
Ulricke, allowing the cameras to focus in on the ring. "Friends! My 
future father! I am today the luckiest man in the Imperium. All the 
spice on Arrakis could not buy a happiness greater than I have found in 
that singular phrase!" 

Niccolo rises to his feet and begins to applaud. 

Mintor joins thae applause again. 

Iohannes cheers, crying loudly a blessing in Alvst... 

Using Highspeak, Niccolo says, "... ... ... ... ... ... ... ..." 

The Harkonnen servitors break into song, as if on cue, a badly out of 
tune Giedi Prime melody in the Suryzo language. 

Niccolo yells "blessed be the betrothed couple, for many generations!" 

Iason stands and leaves the middle row. 

Ulricke nods to Boris, "That was a yes, Daddy. I think he can make me 
happy." 

Iason claps, rising out of his seat to do so. 

Using Alvst, Iohannes says, "... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... 
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ..." 

Niccolo stands and leaves the middle row. 

Boris steps forward, malice towards the paparazzi forgotten for now, as 
he embraces Ulricke with a roar of laughter, sweeping her off her feet. 
Then he extends a handshake and a hug to Cesare as well. 

Cesare looks at the future Countess, "If I cannot, then I should count 
myself unworthy as a mate and as a man, m'lady." 

Niccolo begs leave to approach the couple..."My Lord Count, if I may?" 

Iohannes translates into Galach: Long live the bride and the groom! May 
the groom see victory everywhere, may the bride bear strong sons! 

Cesare sighs and nods to Niccolo, "You may approach, Swordsmaster." 

Ulricke smiles broadly as her father squeezes her, then she stands 
beside Cesare. "Thank you all for your well wishes." 

Niccolo says, "Congratulations My Count. May your years togother be long 
and filled with joy. And My Countess-to-be, I am sorry if I appeared to 
doubt your intentions earlier. Had I but known. But alas, I was as 
in-the-dark as the rest." 

Boris scowls at the Swordmaster. "Doubt? Eh? What's this?" 

Niccolo 's eyes water with emotion 

Ulricke arches a brow at Niccolo, but she nods. 

Boris says to Cesare, jerking a thumb at Niccolo, "Is he quite well in 
the head, Count?" 

Cesare nods to Boris and then replies to the Swordsmaster, "You were 
just doing your job, Amitrescu." 

Niccolo bows low 

Boris nods skeptically at the man's bow, mollfied for now. Then he roars 
with laughter. 

Cesare motions to someone at the top of the stairs, and a squad of 
Moritani armed guards trot down into the mausoleum. 

As the euphoria settles, the na-Duke Atreides steps closer to the couple 
seeking Count Moritani's eye. 

Boris mutters to Ulricke, "My jewel, that's... broadest... since... beat 
Andrei at..." 

Ulricke pokes her father in the belly. "Hush." 

The guards surround the press agents and escort them out. 

Cesare breaks momentarily from his elysium and announces, "Once our two 
Families, have met and discussed the arrangements, the marriage date and 
location shall be announced. If you will all be so kind, please adjourn 
upstairs to the Dining Hall, where some light refreshment will be 
served." 

Boris claps Cesare on the shoulder. "You should have seen your face, 
Cesare! You'd think she was going to stab you in the liver!" 

Niccolo laughs awkwardly along with Siridar Boris, unable to deny the 
truth. 

You leave your seat in the middle row. 

Cesare smiles broadly at Boris, "Well, you would too if you faced the 
possibility of being rejected by the woman you love in front of the 
entire Known Universe." 

Ulricke raises her brows, "Oh, I'm not that bad, am I? I just want to 
know where I stand." 

Iohannes stands and leaves the middle row. 

The Harkonnen choir of servitors finish their song and applaud. Who they 
are applauding is not clear, the betrothed or themselves. 

Still chuckling and shaking his head to himself, but not seeming too 
amused, Yheffen makes his way to the stairs.


Yheffen ascends the staircase.

Niccolo offers token applause to the chior

Arturios ascends the staircase.

Boris eyes Cesare. "Yes, where does my daughter stand?"

Niccolo returns to the throng of people lining the floor

Arturios descends the staircase and walks into the room.

Boris rises from his seat in the Siridari row.

Ulricke rises from her seat in the Siridari row.

Iohannes bows respectfully and leaves.

Iason looks around quietly, before waiting to do his duty.

Iohannes ascends the staircase.

Mintor rises from his seat in the Siridari row.

Cesare cocks his head to one side and looks from Boris to Ulricke, "She will
stand as the Countess Moritani, my wife and the bearer of my children."

Boris rubs his hands togther, chuckling. "Of course, of course."

Ulricke adds,placing her hand on Cesare's arm, "I will stand beside you. And
Any children I bear will be ours and not yours."


Cesare pats the Lady's hand, "I should have it no other way. What is mine and
what is yours is now ours."

Iohannes descends the staircase and walks into the room.

Iohannes bows quietly.

Boris grins proudly at Ulricke's words. "That's my jewel."

Ulricke smiles proudly.

Niccolo says, "My Lord Count, My Lady Countess, Congratulations once again. If
I may beg leave of you, I now have preliminary preperations regarding the
wedding to attend to? With your permission?"

Boris listens and nods as a bland-faced Harkonnen flunky whispers in his ear.
"What, now?" the Baron rumbles. He shrugs,"Oh very well."

Cesare nods to his Swordsmaster, "Of course, Amitrescu. Go about your duties."

Ulricke nods, "Thank you."

Niccolo says, "Thank you My Lord Count. I shall see you for our regular
meeting
tomorrow I assume?"

Boris says, "I must take my leave of you both, and all the rest of you."

Iohannes bows before the happy couple, awaiting permission to speak.

Cesare smiles at his devoted Swordsmaster, "Naturally."

Niccolo says, "Siridar Harkonnen, it was a pleasure meeting you. I look
forward
to our next meeting."

Iason bows as Boris heads out.

Niccolo bows to his Lord Count as he turns and leaves the room.

Cesare bows to everyone, "Feel fee to leave when you must, all. I appreciate
you sharing in my sorrow and my joy."

Iohannes bows by way of farewell to the Harkonnen baron.

As the euphoria settles, the na-Duke Atreides steps closer to the couple
seeking Count Moritani's eye.

Niccolo stops before Siridar Harkonnen and nods to him.

Boris takes a final look at the crypt and then turns to depart, nodding to
Niccolo, Iason and Iohannes. He laughs some more as he departs, his servitors
falling into step in his wake.

Niccolo ascends the staircase.

Arturios walks up to the Count. "Congratulations Count Moritani, our best
wishes.."

Boris ascends the staircase.

Cesare nods stiffly to the Baron Venhei, "Of course."

Arturios gives a slight smile and nods. "As the Lord Harkonnen I too must take
my leave..A good evening to both of you."

Cesare waves in dismissal to the Siridar Arturios. "Yes. Goodnight."

Iohannes makes the customary obeisance to the departing siridar.

Arturios ascends the staircase.

Ivanova descends the staircase and walks into the room.

Ulricke looks over at the late father-in-law to be. "Would he have liked the
match?"

Mintor waits patiently for his turn.

Cesare follows Ulricke's gaze and stares thoughtfully at his father, "Indeed.
He always wanted our two Houses to be unified in marriage."

Ivanova peers in cautiously. When noticing those gathering about, she
straightens slightly and proceeds all the way in.

Iason goes to Mintor's side, to wait in line with those who would congratulate
Count Moritani

Cesare turns around as he senses his guests getting restless, "Oh, forgive me.
Goodnight, na-Duke Mintor, Sirrah Iason. This occasion was made all the more
special because you were here to enrich it with your presence."

Melchiorre looks towards the stairs as the lady Rastanyev enters. He smiles
and
rises to his feet.

Ulricke frowns slightly. She will have to get used to long functions...

Mintor teps forward, bowing first to the Count, then more gallantly to Lady
Ulricke "Count Moritani, Lady Ulricke, I wish you much joy."

Iohannes offers a bow to the Lady Rastanyev.

Cesare bows lowly to the na-Duke, "Thank you for your well-wishes, Lord
Minotauros."

Iason bows to both the Count and his future Lady. "May you two find your lives
together fulfilling."

Ivanova watches the gathering crowd around the two and furrows her brows
slightly in confusion. She casually returns the bow offered to her with a nod
of her head and then proceeds towards the Sarcophagus herself.

Ulricke nods in response to the congratulations. She smiles at Iason.

Cesare turns and smiles briefly at the recently arrived Lady Rastanyev before
returning his gaze to his betrothed and to his guests.

Mintor smiles warmly "We look forward with great anticipation to this union."

Iason straightens. "I suspect you have met your match at last, milord
Moritani." he says, dryly.

Cesare chuckles slightly and gently squeezes Ulricke's hand, "Indeed I have.

Iohannes chuckles at the witty banter, as he awaits his own turn.

Iason turns and dips his head a bit to Ulricke. "And may you, my lady, win
every fight. Be it in the arena or elsewhere."

Mintor smiles and steps back "We will allow you to carry on, There are many
well wishers who yet remain. Godd evening."

Ulricke shrugs slightly, "We will get along well. I hope there will be no
fights for me to win." She squeezes Cesare's hand in return, but she smiles.
She intends to win in everything she does.

Mintor half-bows and steps toward the door.

Cesare gives a dismissing nod to the Atreides party before turning his
attentions to the Alvstad Iohannes. "Thank you for being here to share this
special evening with us, Ambassador Helmsgillar."

Mintor ascends the staircase.

Iohannes bows low to the happy couple.

Iason backs up, then turns to head back into the upstairs area, showing his
respects to Lady Rastanyev in passing.

Ivanova leans forward to look over the edge of the sarcophagus. She lets out a
thin breath that sends a shiver through her.

Ulricke nods and fingers the ring she now wears on her hand.

Mintor descends the staircase and walks into the room.

Iohannes says, "Truly, all our House will share in my lord Siridar - Count's
newfound joy, my lord. May the union by long, happy and fruitful, as I am sure
it shall be."

Iohannes ascends the staircase.

--LOG ENDS--