Court-side at the Palace! (Part 2 of 3: During Court)

["Kathie Care" <kathie@availablelight.net>]

7/8/01
Logfile from DuneIII-Ophelia
Where the Great Houses vie for power in the Padishah Imperium....

<<Apologies, I did not grab descs...>>

Imperial Selamlik -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)

        The Imperial Selamlik, the throne room of His Majesty the Emperor of
the Known Universe, is a massive, elongated hall in the baroque style. The
gold leafed walls to the East and West slope gently upwards, forming a
gentle set of delicately detailed arches with triangular recesses. Inside
one of these, along the East wall, is the black desk of the Emperor's
personal secretary. The ceiling, culmination of the arches is a rectangular
enclave filled with carvings of the finest detail. A soft golden light
drifts downward, filling the chamber with a warm golden-red hue. The floor
is of bare, sheer black granite, polished to perfection, absorbing light and
throwing only a subtle reflection. Against the oval shaped, far North wall,
atop a 5 foot dais sits the imposing Golden Lion Throne, housed under an
enclosing cowl, 7 meters tall and 6 meters wide. Two narrow, golden pillars
seem to support the cowl from either side of The Lion Throne. Behind the
Throne, to the rear of the dais dozens of elegant, golden pillars line the
north wall. High Imperial Noukker Honor GUARDS stand at intervals in the
chamber, leaving the dais itself a respectful distance.

                        (OOC NOTE: Type '+places/list')

Players:

 Ragnar                                             Pers

 Deirdre                                            Rhedek

 Cornelius                                          Margot

 Germina                                            Ekaterina

 Setzer                                             Jereth

 Yolinar

Objects:

 README                                             Golden Lion Throne

Exits:

 Golden Doors <NE> leads to The Leonine Chamber -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)

 Vaulted Arch <W> leads to Hall of Emperors -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)

Marco enters from the hall of emperors.

Marco has arrived.

Anatole enters from the hall of emperors.

Anatole has arrived.

================= Places in Imperial Selamlik -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain)
==

Back-area [5/50]:    Ragnar, Deirdre, Pers, Ekaterina, and Rhedek

Before-throne [0/15]: None

Dais-left [1/3]:     None

Dais-right [1/3]:    Yolinar

East-alcove [1/50]:  Margot

Throne [0/1]:        None

West-alcove [4/50]:  Jereth, Germina, Setzer, and Cornelius

============================================================================
=

The Chancellor sweeps into the room in a swirl of white, crimson and black.
Though not particularly tall, he moves with a precise grace to stand right
where he should, to the right of the Imperial Throne. His eyes sweep the
chamber, noting the positions of everyone present.

Wilhelm enters from the hall of emperors.

Wilhelm has arrived.

        And trailing the distinguished parties bent for the far right side
of the room, the Harkonnen siege tower that is the General Maas-Stroheim
lumbers forth from the mouth of the western portal. Silent and gloomy as
always, the golem of sinew and knotted muscle brings his mountainous bulk
toward the rear of the great selamlik, uniform aglitter with the precious
trappings of rank and medallions.

Martin enters from the hall of emperors.

Martin has arrived.

The Moritani contingent arrives, led by their Countess. Quickly, seeing that
the place is nearly filled, they move towards an alcove in the East, the
Countess on the arm of her distant cousin, Anatole.

You stand in the east alcove.

Wilhelm joins you in the east alcove.

Marco joins you in the east alcove.

Martin joins you in the east alcove.

The Rastanyev dom-Tsara and her retainers stand to the rear of the room,
sufficiently low-key talking quietly amongst themselves. Nigh unto
whispering actually, all but the regent-elect herself. She seems somewhat
distraught, tapping her fan atop her palm.

From the east alcove, Margot smiles and nods politely at Ophelia as she sees
the Moritani contingent settle next to the Atreides contingent before
returning her attention back to the throne.

Anatole joins you in the east alcove.

Bathed in ostenticity, the Venhei contingent stands in the western alcove,
alone and undisturbed. With polite nods to those of importance, the Minister
seems content to give introductions to his little group, and keep his House
as demure as possible. No need to upset anyone on this of all days.

From the east alcove, Martin stands behind his Countess. His hands are
clutched behind his back. He looks about the room, standing quietly and
calmly.

The Atreides contingent has by now settled in quietly in the easterm alcove,
trying to draw as little attention as possible towards themselves as
possible. Probably this has to do with the faux-pas some of it's members
comitted during the last courtsession.

From the east alcove, Ophelia seems quite content with her choice of escort
for the evening, even quietly whispering to him while they await things to
begin.

From the east alcove, Anatole smiles pleasantly as he stands next to
Ophelia. He takes in the surrounding view of the room, but pays more than a
bit of attention to Ophelia as well.

Erich enters from the Leonine Chamber.

Erich has arrived.

A trumpet flourish sounds. An Honor Guard announces loudly, "His Most
Imperial Majesty, The Padishah Erich Ladislas Corrino, Emperor of the Known
Universe!"

        With a loud thump, the Golden doors leading from the Leonine chamber
swing open. The staccato clap of Noukker boots rings throughout the
cavernous Selamlik as His Majesty's personal guard enters and parts into two
long aisles. With a final strike of heels upon granite the two aisles of
guards turn toward one another and The imposing soldier-guards turn towards
the center in unison and make way for the Emperor.

        The Padishah Emperor, Erich I, enters with a purposeful stride, his
short cape fluttering slightly as he moves towards the dais and ascends its
steps. He turns and faces the assembled nobles, gesturing for Yolinar to
speak. His motions are a bit abrupt and clipped ... that, taken in
combination with his stony expression seems to suggest he is not in the most
generous of moods today.

Eduard rises from his seat on the dais, languidly, to bow as the Emperor
enters. He holds the bow, averting his gaze.

Erich stands in the area before the Golden Lion Throne.

To the thunderous, brassy blair of trumpets, the Chancellor raises his
powerful tenor to carry over the trumpets. "All hail His Sublime Majesty,
the Padishah Emperor Erich Ladislas Corrino, first of his Name, Emperor of
the Known Universe!"

He bows deeply to the Emperor.

        Upon the appearance of His Imperial Highness, the towering Harkonnen
Warmaster bows his stony mass in obsequience to the presence of the Lion;
remainig thusly until the Emperor sits, it is perhaps a wonder to him that
the First Son of Kaitain manages to look as gloomy and grave as he does.

From the back of the room, Pers tosses back his heavy whalefur cape with his
left hand as he bows stiffly before the Emperor, gray-green eyes cast
neither to the floor nor towards the Emperor, but rather discretely to the
sides as he observes his peers. Having taken one look at the Emperor's
visage, he has judged the reactions of others more important for the time
being.

Ophelia, as everyone else does, dips into the expected curtsy and holds
there until given the word to rise. Her ebony-tressed head dips forward as
she casts her eyes downwards.

The Rastanyev contigent sinks lowly, in a vaguely imperfect unison, toward
the back of the hall. Perfectly stil...

From the east alcove, Margot lightly takes the hems of her dress and
curtseyes, her eyes cast down at the floor in the presence of his sublime
majesty.

Anatole bows his head, and body in the proper form, gracefully and smoothly,
casting not a glance to the emperor.

Setzer slides quite easily into his statuesque state, head and eyes lowered
toward the ground in a low bow toward the Lord and Master of all.

Marco bows low to the Emperor while focusing his eyes on the floor.

Martin bows deeply to the Emperor as the Chancellor speaks. He casts eyes
towards the beautifully decorated floor.

Germina stands next to Setzer, curtseying properly and deeply, eyes cast
downward.

Deirdre curtsies respectfully, her gaze lowered.

Wilhelm bows crisply, looking away from his majesty, glancing only briefly
at the others at court this night.

Klaude enters from the hall of emperors.

Klaude has arrived.

Jereth bows in unison with the rest of the Venhei contingent..

        Erich speaks as the collected nobles bow, his voice rising over the
muffled sounds in the chamber -- a bit of hoarseness evident in it, "We
grant audience to all in attendance and are kindly disposed to consider all
rightful petitions from our loyal subjects." He turns his gaze to Yolinar as
he takes his seat upon the throne. "Viscount Fenring ... you may commence."

Klaude bows to the throne as he quietly joins the rest of the Alvstad.

Once given permission to rise, Yolinar takes a step forward to stand just a
little away from the throne. He turns towards the Atreides delegation, and
utters in a voice pitched perfectly to carry, "Will Her Grace, the Duchess
Atreides, stand before the throne?"

Erich leaves from his place before the Golden Lion Throne.

Erich sits down on the Golden Lion Throne.

From the east alcove, Margot draws herself up from her curtseye, moving with
a steady and confident stride before the emperor, though her eyes betray a
little uncertainty. Finally standing before him she again dips into a
curtseye, again casting her glace towards the emperor's feet and waiting to
be told to speak.

Margot leaves her place in the east alcove.

Margot stands in the area before the Golden Lion Throne.

        The Emperor looks down upon the Lady Atreides, regarding her
silently for several moments. He draws a slow breath through slightly flared
nostrils as he lifts his chin and speaks. Though his voice is soft, it
carries easily throughout the Selamlik, "Cousine. Lady Margot. Duchess
Atreides." He pauses here and takes his seat upon the throne. His voice
rises now slightly louder and more forceful than before, "We are now
disposed to hear your petition. Speak it now."

Fahahd enters from the hall of emperors.

Fahahd has arrived.

Fahahd stands in the back of the room.

Margot holds her position, not having been told to rise yet. "Your majesty
is most generous." she starts. "The petition I wish to lay before you is
twofold. Two issues that seem separate but, in the interest of house
Atreides, are tied nonetheless. We hope that his majesty in all his wisdom
will consider the petition and judge favourably. The first part is the
announcement of my humble self as the new siridar of house Atreides, to
follow in my brother's footsteps. The second part is the imperial approval
of the denouncement of her parentage of my niece, the lady Helen Atreides
and the subsequent adoption of my niece as my own, giving her a right to the
dynastic claims of the great whouse which I was asked to serve."

Erich furrows his brow and frowns slightly. He leans forward on the throne
and silently gestures for Margot to rise.

Margot rises from her humbling position, still not making eyecontact with
Erich and quietly awaiting his judgement.

Erich speaks quietly, and those far from the throne must strain to hear him,
"The forms must be obeyed." He pauses, then asks, "Is the Lady Margot
amenable to submitting these to the throne as separate petitions?"

Margot nods. "I am willing to submit both issues separetely, our majesty.
The bound petition was but to underline how linked these two issues are.",
she speaks in a quiet and respectful tone.

        Erich nods slowly his slight frown dissipating as he purses his lips
in thought before speaking -- almost as though he has decided to wait until
this very moment to make his decision in this matter. He begins speaking
slowly, "In that case . . . Lady Margot . . . the Lion Throne hereby
formally recognizes your legitimacy. Be it known to all present that Her
Grace, the Duchess Atreides is to be acceded all courtesies and rights as
are due her station as Siridar-Duchess of Caladan."

        The Emperor pauses here for effect, allowing his words to ring out
before continuing, "The Throne will take the matter of the Lady Helen under
careful consideration, since this is complex and should not be concluded
with unseemly haste. We will rule on this after the full details of the
petition are contemplated and understood." He pauses a beat and adds dryly,
"The forms must be obeyed."

Margot nods quietly, going down on one knee as the forms regarding the oath
of allegiance require. Her eyes still downcast she speaks. "I, the lady
Margot Elizabeth Atreides, formerly of house Heleneaus, do hereby solemnly
swear my allegiance to the Lion throne. I will devote my arm to defend it
and my mind to uphold all it stands for, placing my life in the hand of he
who embodies the radiant power of the empire, the padishah emperor."

From the east alcove, Ophelia nods slowly as she watches the Duchess make
her oath and accept her Siridarship, a small smile on her lips.

From the east alcove, Anatole stands next to Ophelia still, smiling a
little, and talking quietly to her, so as to not disturb the cermonies.

Erich nods abruptly, and almost smiles, "The Lion Throne hears and accepts
your pledge of fealty, Lady Margot. You may depart as Siridar-Duchess of
Caladan in our good graces."

Anatole whispers: I think congratulations are in order for the
Dutches-Siridar? Perhaps we should send her some sort of congratulatory gift
or message."

Darwin enters from the hall of emperors.

Darwin has arrived.

Margot nods and stands, for the first time not averting her gaze and daring
to look upon Erich directly. A soft smile again forms on her lips as she
curtseyes a final time, leting her head dip ever so slightly. Margot then
carefully takes 3 steps back before swiveling on the ball of her foot and
returning to whence she came.

Margot leaves from her place before the Golden Lion Throne.

Darwin bows discreetly and respectfully to the Emporer.

Margot joins you in the east alcove.

        Erich addresses the assembly, "The Throne has a small bit of
business of its own, which should be concluded before hearing the next
petition."

        He continues, his voice rising, then falling, almost like a sigh,
"We are deeply saddened at the loss of our loyal servant and friend, the
Master Vincent Xavier Cromwell-Corrino." With only the briefest of pauses,
he continues, "However, the work of the Imperium must continue despite our
gravest sorrow, and it is with the utmost confidence that we name the
Viscount Yolinar Sefyre Fenring as our Imperial Chancellor. Be it known to
all present that his word carries the weight of Imperial will." He turns,
addressing Yolinar, "Chancellor, carry on."

Darwin joins you in the east alcove.

"The Court recognizes Her Ladyship the Baroness Stalinsky. Stand forth, and
be heard," Yolinar cries. It must be noted that he does not yet carry the
staff of the Chancellor, but his voice and his sheer presence on the dais
seems to have grown with that simple acknowledgement of his position.

As called, the lady Ekaterina rises from her place near the back of the
hall, brushing down her long skirts as she begins the swiftly forward
motion, with a brief glance sideways at the members of her house assembled.
The walk itself is nerve-wracking of course, but forward she goes-- thanking
fate silently for the inability of the sound of her footfalls to reach any
ears but those in the immediate vicinity as she passes.

Reaching the imperial presence after what seems an eternity (to her, for she
is walking with a seemly swiftness), she takes a step back and with front
leg straight, sinks with hands out behind her into a reverent deep courtesy,
head down. Her blue eyes close softly, as she draws a breath.

From the east alcove, Ophelia smiles in Margot's direction as she returns to
the alcove, mouthing her congratulations in the quietest of murmurs.

From the east alcove, Margot smiles brightly catching Ophelia's eye and
mouthingback an almost happy 'thank you' after which she points at Ophelia
and crossing her fingers.

From the east alcove, Darwin bows respectfully to the small group gathered
in the East alcove, pausing a moment for the briefest of smiles for the
Moritani Siridar, before taking a place just behind and to the right of
Margot.

        The Emperor looks down upon the Lady Rastanyev-Stalinsky and draws a
long breath as he gauges her presence. He lifts his chin and speaks,
intoning the customary words, "Lady Ekaterina. Baroness Stalinsky. . .we are
now disposed to hear your petition. Speak it now."

"Most beneficent Imperial Majesty," says the Stalinksy baroness, "-wishing
not to waste the court's time and energy, House Rastanyev begs only your
wise attention for one brief issue. The right honorable Mikhail,
Siridar-Earl of Garrashu VI has departed fair Kaitain in order to rear his
newborn sons, leaving me as Regent-elect... Most humbly do I ask your
approval, on behalf of our house, so that in my good cousin's absense
affairs can be offially looked after," she says.

"I present myself for your lawful judgement." Her cultured alto, bearing the
slight pressure of the Russkiy accent, then falls quiet. Her head still
lowered, her posture alters only to deliver her words at requisite volume.

Erich nods silently and gestures for you to rise.

Ekaterina rises as so bidden, eyes now open, and to the floor, hands knitted
before her.

From the east alcove, Darwin mutters to Margot, "... ... for ... ... ... ...
but ... security team ... still working on getting the motion sensor glitch
resolved out ... ... ... ... hoping to ... ... grid ... ... ... ... ... ...
... best ..."

Erich draws his chin up and sniffs the air twice in rapid succession. His
brow furrows and he pauses as though considering something. A slight smile
twists one corner of his mouth and he asks, "Our Imperium is blessed indeed
to have been granted two more Rastanyev sons. What a joyful event. No?"

From the east alcove, Margot shhhs quiety, pointing at the goings-on in
front of the throne. "Watch and learn little brother."

Shane enters from the hall of emperors.

Shane has arrived.

Shane joins you in the east alcove.

"Your majesty is most kind to say so... Rastanyev most heartily agrees." she
says, smiling carefully. Still carefully watching the floor, the
coppery-haired baroness says, "Their young lordshipa Josef and Serge promise
to be strong, for us."

From the east alcove, Shane makes his way in late, but such is the case when
doing the things one is instructed to do. He simply steps up to his place,
carefully, causing as little idisturbance as possible, clasping his hand
behind his back and nodding politely to the Siridari and other nobility
present.

From the east alcove, Ophelia seems to sigh with relief as she sees Shane
arrive, flashing him a quick smile as he takes his place amongst the
Moritani in the alcove.

Ragnar says, "Yes, it's one of the best war movies, and one of his better
ones also."

Erich speaks softly, his tone softening and losing a bit of its grave
formality, but taking on a slightly unsettling silkyness, "Yes, yes. Quite
joyful indeed. The kind of event that the entire family must have been
delighted to celebrate, I'm certain." He smiles thinly, "I shall look
forward to speaking with my beloved about it. I'm certain she has much to
say." He draws himself up abruptly and his tone slips into its regal cadence
once more, "We wish the Siridar-Earl's sons a long and fruitful life."

        The Emperor clears his throat and speaks more loudly, "Do you swear
your fealty to the Lion Throne, Lady Rastanyev-Stalinsky?"

Surely as tides coming in, the lady says, "Your Imperial Majesty, I do so
solemnly swear fealty, and hope with sincereity to be worthy of all so
swearing means."

Looking to you, Shane just smiles. Late as he said he would, having had to
handle something going on in the new lands of his that you've sent him, but
here, he seems to be in good spirits. He's been gone for quite a while, but
the time away seems to have him done him some good.

You paged Wilhelm with 'There's a few other items, yes. But that's it for
us.'.

        Erich nods formally, his features and voice grim, "You are then
recognized by the Throne as Baroness-Regent of House Rastanyev. This
recognition is binding and lawful, but provisional and subject to review
should the Throne find it necessary to do so. Be it known to all present
that this Lady is to be acceded all of the rights and courtesies due her
lawful station." He pauses and expels a short breath, "Baroness-Regent
Rastanyev, you are dismissed and may depart in our good graces."

Anakiel enters from the hall of emperors.

Anakiel has arrived.

Anakiel slips in, paired with another Jager much larger than he. He moves
silently across to join the other Harkonnen.

Ekaterina nods her head thankfully, and then dips into deep courtesy once
more. She then backs safely out of the imperial presence, and makes her way
then back to her appointed seat, where she is assisted into sitting.

Anakiel stands in the back of the room.

With a ringing voice the Chancellor issues a summons to the Venhei. "The
Court recognizes the Grand Earl Setzer Trajanus Cartusa Vaslaj. Stand forth,
and be heard."

Setzer swivels from his place, striding down the alcove toward the Throne,
his head held high and a look of neutrality on his face, though one can
almost see his heart beating through his chest as he moves from his zone of
safety into the 'lion's den', cape dusting the floor lightly behind him. As
he reaches the Throne, the Minister places his hands behind his back and
dips into a low bow, his eyes averted from his Emperor, keeping complete
silence until bidden to speak or rise. He's been here before, but the look
on his face betrays that this instance, where he himself is under scrutiny,
is far more important than other times.

        Erich intones, "Earl Vaslaj. The Throne is disposed to hear your
petition. Rise and speak it now."

Setzer rises slightly, though his eyes are still concentrating on the feet
of the Emperor as he speaks loudly and clearly, "It was with regret that
House Venhei informed the populous of Kaitain of our previous Baron's
madness and the terrible circumstances which has rendered him unable to
continue his reign." He pauses for a moment, "Due to this, the Venhei are
currently without a leader. In this circumstance, I wish to humbly petition
the Throne for the position of Regent, in order to calm the populous of
Liathon, keep peace, and oversee the Inquisitorial Council and their
findings until such a time as the turmoil of the current day is deemed over
and a permanent ruler may be found." He pauses, holding his breath and
measuring a response from the Ruler of the Known Universe.

        Erich watches the Earl for a long moment, then leans forward and
asks bluntly, "Do you swear your fealty to the Lion Throne?"

Setzer draws his breath, eyes rising a little more, and addresses the entire
Selamlik, "I, the Grand Earl Setzer Trajanus Cartusa Vaslaj, hereby swear
fealty to His Majesty the Emperor Erich Ladislas Corrino, first of his name,
and the Golden Lion Throne upon which he sits. It shall be my desire to
serve the Lion Throne and its Master with all the power vested in me, and to
the best of my abilities as a humble servant of the Imperium."

       Erich nods sharply and draws a long breath, expelling it through his
words, "The Throne hears and accepts your pledge. Be it known to all present
that the Earl Vaslaj is formally recognized by the Lion Throne as
Earl-Regent of House Venhei. This appointment is binding and lawful, but
provisional, and may be subject to review by the Throne as it deems
necessary. Is this your only petition?"

Setzer bows again, thankfully, before speaking once more, "If it is the wish
of the Emperor, I wish to petition the Throne, as Regent, for a change of
fief regarding the House Minor Crane, from Marcinko to Liathon. Due to the
elimination of the majority of the family within House Crane, the reigns of
the House have fallen upon my own swordmaster, the Lord Jereth Crane, who
has expressed his wish to have House Crane moved to Liathon." No wasting
time for this one. My swordmaster, if only by a couple of seconds, it seems.

        Erich leans back in his throne, and draws a long breath as he
considers the request. Again, it seems almost as though his decision is
being formed here and now. After a few moments he responds, "This is a
complex matter and deserves careful consideration to ensure that the forms
are obeyed. The Throne will undertake to appoint a legal advisor to House
Venhei to expedite the exploration of the substance of this request. Action
will be taken in a manner in keeping with this advisor's findings. Is such
an arrangement acceptable to House Venhei?"

Setzer inclines his head toward the Throne and its occupant, "It will be
most acceptable for Your Majesty to expediate in this manner, and it is
reasonable for such an advisor to be appointed." He pauses, "May we humbly
ask if His Majesty has a particular advisor in mind?"

        Erich answers quietly, "An advisor will be named within a short
time, and you will be informed promptly through official channels when the
decision has been made. You are dismissed Earl-Regent, and may depart in our
good graces."

Setzer bows for the last time and takes several steps backwards before
moving toward his position in the west alcove, a thoughtful look on his
face.

The Chancellor's expression is unreadable, after the details have been
decided. However, those who know him well will note the slight, almost
imperceptible hint of amusement that touches the shape of his lips. "The
Court recognizes the Regent-Viscount Pers Eskilsen. Stand forth and be
heard."

With a slight flurry of activity from his surrounding school of fellow
Alvstads, Pers steps out of his place, face serene and held high. He
traverses the long distance from his position at the back of the room to the
customary ten paces before the magnificent Lion Throne with sounding
footsteps, cape fluttering briefly in his wake.

Upon reaching his destination, he dips into a deep bow and bends his head
low, casting his eyes upon the floor. "Most Sublime Majesty," he intones,
though something in his voice might let slip that this long string of
supplicants with the same request is getting a bit tiresome. "I am
summoned."

        Erich allows a slight grin to twist his lips as he hears the
weariness in Pers' voice. He matches it with his own, uttering the formal
words with little enthusiasm, "Regent-Viscount Eskilsen. The Throne is
disposed to hear your petition. Rise and speak it now."

Pers raises his head and begins to speak in crisp, low tones that carry like
quiet thunder throughout the hall. His voice looses some of its weariness,
though perhaps only by force of will. "I come before Your Majesty with
regards to my appointment as Siridar-Viscount of House Alvstad. This, our
previous petition, was declined by Your Majesty pending investigation into
the death of the late Jans II, last Viscount of the Family Alvstad, the
arrival of the Noble Alvstad Navy's Council of Admirals on Kaitain, and the
vote of confidence in my own person expressed by the Senate of Noblemen on
Alvsgaard." Having delineated the former facts, Pers pauses as if taking
stock of the situation once more. His glance is almost apologetic as he
continues.

"In response to Your Majesty's concerns," he continues, his tone somewhat
more animated than before, "I returned to the Thanatos system. Documents,
attested to by Truthsayers and Guild Agents, were collected and entrusted
with the office of the Imperial Chancellor; our Embassy and Homeworld were
held at the service of His Majesty's Imperial Agents."

"Having completed all this, and lacking further instructions, the Alvstad
have returned before the Lion Throne." Pers concludes his unfortunately
longwinded speech and dips his head. "I await Your Majesty's judgement."

        Erich leans forward, squinting slightly, "For the benefit of the
Court, and for the education of all present, please summarize the findings
contained within these reports."

Pers nods crisply at the order before beginning. "On the twenty-first of
nAudrim, 10096, the Council of Admirals travelled from the Thanatos System
to Kaitain. On the evening of the twenty-first, Jans IV Alvstad was taken
into custody on charges of mutiny under the Lawful Edicts of Alvsgaard. On
the morning of the twenty-second, while the Council met in their lodgings at
the Kaitain Spaceport, Jans IV was assassinated; his body was discovered by
a page later that afternoon, upon being brought his meal. On the eighteenth
of neSheustim, 10097, the Senate of Noblemen convened on Alvsgaard to
discuss their nomination for Viscount of House Alvstad, as Jans IV had no
Imperially recognized heir. On the twentieth, their decision was made
public."

Erich asks pointedly, "And the manner of his assassination?"

"Chaumas," Pers replies, expression composed. "Administered in his breakfast
on the very same morning."

        Erich nods and draws himself back a bit, "How unfortunate. Has the
assassin been identified and apprehended?"

"The immediate assassin, a younger chef, was of course captured," Pers
answers, his manner frank and even a bit relaxed. "As to the question of the
orchestrator of these actions; the Director of the Aesir was taken into
custody early this year. His interrogation continues on schedule."

        The Emperor nods gravely, his jaw tightening and manner becoming
more formal as he digests the details of Pers' description. He regards the
old Warmaster carefully for a long while, then speaks slowly and softly,
"Regent-Viscount, this is a serious matter, and we must see to it that the
forms are obeyed. It is times such as these that demand the utmost
vigilance." He allows a long pause before continuing, "Do you swear your
fealty to the Lion Throne?"

Eduard shifts slightly in his seat on the dais.

Erich's eyes turn briefly to his father then return to gaze upon Pers.

From the east alcove, Martin moves up to the countess and whispers to her
softly.

Martin passes the Vaulted Arch and departs.

Martin has left.

Pers's gaze, too, is distracted briefly by the stirrings of Eduard upon the
dais. Nonetheless, he continues with formality once more finding home in his
voice, bowing low. "Before my assembled peers and betters, Your Majesty, I
swear my fealty to the Lion Throne." That's it. No bombastic speeches in
praise of the glorious home of all virtues that is Erich I; we've had enough
of those tonight.

        Erich nods curtly, "Very well. The forms must be obeyed. Be it known
to all present that you are recognized by the Throne as Siridar-Viscount of
Alvsgaard. You are to be acceded all of the rights and courtesies befitting
your station. You are dismissed and may depart in our good graces."

Pers folds crisply at his waist, his expression pleased; form cannot
surpress habit, and he nods curtly before turning about on heel and walking
back to his position at the back of the Selamlik.

Indeed it is a trifle boring, but the Chancellor does not seem bored. There
is an intensity to his expression, again so subtle that no one save his
closest friends would notice it. "The Court is pleased to recognize the
Countess Moritani and the Lord Shane Padron. Stand forth and be heard."

Is that not strange, he actually seems to be a little less formal now.

You leave from the east alcove.

Shane leaves from his place in the east alcove.

You stand in the area before the Golden Lion Throne.

With a carefully measured, but efficient pace, the Countess Moritani makes
her way towards the throne from the eastern alcove, her velvet skirts
rustling in quiet whispers. Once there, she sinks low into a gracious
curtsy, pausing there to let her Swordmaster make his own display of
obeisance before she speaks.

A few moments pass, and she says in her soft, rich voice, "Majesty... we
know how dearly your time is counted, so we will make our request brief and
to the point." Who's the one who sees time in terms of solaris, really now?

Shane steps forward, following the Lady Ophelia to stand before the Lion
Throne. Well, that is to say that the moment those feet hit that magical
place that suddenly weakens everyone's back so that they bow, Shane takes it
a step further, leaving Ophelia to be taller than he before the Emperor as
he actually drops to one knee, head bowed.

        The Emperor nods, appearing thankful for the promised brevity, "The
Throne is disposed to hear your petition. Speak it now."

Ophelia clears her throat a bit self-consciously, lifting her head just a
notch as she speaks, "For his courage and loyalty to House Moritani, for his
victory in personal combat, and his efforts towards the defeat of House
Ginaz in Kanly, it is our wish to bestow upon Shane Padron, Earl of Turcal
and Master of Arms of House Moritani, the deeded lands and title Count of
Antilles, by Your confirmation."

        The Emperor nods slowly, regarding both the Countess and her Master
of Arms. He speaks, "Earl Padron of Turcal. Have you sworn fealty to the
Siridar-Countess Moritani?"

Knowing better than to look up, the voice of the Earl carries strongly,
since he's got to make sure it's heard while looking down. "Many times over,
Your Majesty and Emperor of the Known Universe."

        Erich comments dryly, "Once is sufficient."

Shane smiles, slightly. "Ladies like to know that they have the support of
their men, Your Majesty. The Noble Countess is no different and no less than
any other lady in the regards. But I reaffirm my loyalty to House Moritani
and my Siridar, who all humbly serve the Mighty Emperor of the Padishah
Empire."

Ophelia casts a sidelong glance to the Swordmaster, very firmly resisting
the urge to grin, or perhaps sigh in consternation. She holds her silence,
her eyes at the base of the throne.

        The Emperor furrows his brow and leans forward at these remarks. He
asks quietly, "Ahh. A font of wisdom. Would you have anything else to teach
the Throne?"

Shane clears his throat, and answers, quite simply, "Most certainly not,
Your Majesty." See, quickly learned. Perhaps not quickly enough, but,
quickly anyway.

Ophelia inhales deeply, and quite clearly holds her breath, her corset
straining surely with the added pressure. Still, she remains silent,
listening as Shane tries to get himself out of this one.

Eduard offers, quietly, "Surely the Swordmaster was reflecting on his
experiences, Majesty; not offering instruction to the Emperor."

        Erich leans back and shoots an annoyed glance at his father.
Returning his eyes to Shane he nods simply -- either satisfied with the
response or eager to conclude the evening's business, "Very well then. You
are reminded that your first -- and only formally recognized -- pledge of
fealty to the Siridar-Countess carries with it by extension her pledge of
fealty to the Lion Throne." He turns his gaze to Ophelia and says, "Your
petition shall be taken under consideration and the Throne will issue a
formal ruling in the coming days. You are dismissed and may depart in our
... good graces."

Ophelia dips herself lower, sweeping her skirts aside and rises enough to
step backwards from the throne. And yet, everything in that bodice remained
intact. Yet another feat of gravity-defiance. After several careful paces
backwards, she makes her way back to the alcove from which she came.

Nope. Not a word. Not one. Silence is the golden rule. Shane stands with
Ophelia, and walks, hands clasped behind his back. While his face remains
casual, indeed, the new Crayola colour of 'Dumbass Red' could be used to
describe the shade of his skin.

From the east alcove, Wilhelm glances at the Lord and Lady as they return, a
smirk barely evident on his face.

One elegant eyebrow lifts as soon as the Countess departs, but the
Chancellor's voice rings out clearly again. "The Court is honored to
recognize His Highness the Prince Eduard Ali Chandra Corrino. Will His
Highness stand forth and be heard?"

You leave from the area before the Golden Lion Throne.

You stand in the east alcove.

Shane joins you in the east alcove.

From the east alcove, Anatole sighs a little as Shane and Ophelia return to
the Moritani group, he extends a hand towards Ophelia slightly, and tries to
give something of a reassuring look to Shane.

From the east alcove, Ophelia replaces her hand in Anatole's, and sighs
quietly, clearly disappointed in the Emperor's decision. But the frown
doesn't cloud her face for long, as she cranes her neck to look towards the
next petitioner with interest.

Eduard rises, languidly, from his seat on the dais. He pauses, silent a
moment, then bows to the Emperor from where he stands. In a quiet voice, the
academician says, "Your Majesty. I come before you tonight with tidings of
gravity. All is not well in the realm."

        Erich draws a long breath and lifts an eyebrow. Clearly this
announcement is unexpected. He leans forward on the edge of the thone as he
speaks, a curious and uncharacteristic air of uncertainty entering his
voice, "The Throne will hear your tidings, Prince Eduard. Speak them."

Eduard is unhurried. "I speak of murder, Majesty. Surely no issue can be
more grave, other than conspiracy to cover such crime and neglect in seeking
such malefactors."

        The Emperor nods, his brow furrowed as he utters a single word,
"Continue."

Eduard takes a pace forward. He's very calm. "I have reason to believe the
death of Vincent Cromwell-Corrino, lately Chancellor of the realm, was no
accident, but the result of foul play. I beg leave of his Majesty to
investigate this at once, with all resources He may commit to my supervision
to conduct a proper investigation."

        The Emperor leans forward, frowning as a slight twitch appears in
his jaw, "Foul play?" he asks. His eyes dart quickly from Prince Eduard to
Yolinar and back again as he shifts in his seat, "Well this is most
unexpected ... and ... quite shocking." He pauses, eyes drifting to the
granite floor then returning to look upon his father as he speaks grimly,
"You are ... of course ... granted your request."

"Your Imperial Majesty," Yolinar says quietly yet clearly. "If I may offer a
suggestion? Permit me to carry out this investigation. The late Duke was my
predecessor."

Klaude passes the Vaulted Arch and departs.

Klaude has left.

Eduard speaks up. "Majesty, the new Chancellor must be free of any taint or
accusation of unfairness. I am uniquely situated to provide an impartial
investigation."

Anatole whispers: This is a rather interesting turn of events...perhaps we
can do something to help out His Majesty in this?"

From the east alcove, Ophelia blinks, then smiles slowly, and nods at
something Anatole has whispered in her ear. Her only response is a softly
murmured, "Indeed..."

Erich frowns quite distinctly, lifting his hand to his mouth and rubbing the
edge of his lips with his fingertip. His eyes rise to each of the men before
him. He shifts on his seat once more and speaks slowly, "No one questions
the Chancellor's integrity. It is unimpeachable. He shall provide oversight
for this investigation as it is clearly within the scope of his duties for
the throne." He pauses and looks at his father for a long, quiet moment
before adding, "But you will be given direct responsibility for the
investigation . . . as this is your request and your abilities and
motivations cannot be questioned."

Eduard nods, not missing a beat. "I thank your Majesty for the opportunity
to serve. As my first request, I ask that Chancellor Cromwell-Corrino's
confidential files be turned over to my investigation."

Yolinar inclines his head gracefully. "I thank His Majesty for his trust in
me, and I swear that it shall /not/ be misplaced. If there is the least sign
of foul play--we will find it."

Anatole turns again, speaking quietly into Ophelia's ear again

Erich twists his head slightly and juts his jaw forward, "Your request may
be submitted formally through the normal channels ... Prince Eduard. It
will, of course, proceed with the full acquiescence and support of the
Throne, so you should encounter no difficulties."

Eduard bows, stiffly. "I thank your Majesty for granting these boons, and
will begin at once."

Erich nods and turns to Yolinar, "Is there any further business,
Chancellor?"

Yolinar shakes his head. "None save one. There is to be a celebration at
Revelers after the court. All are invited to attend, should they wish."

He looks somewhat subdued, but still proud and still every inch the
chancellor.

Erich stands up from his place at the Golden Lion Throne.

This has, after all, been a very surprising night.

Eduard bows as Erich rises, averting his gaze.

Erich rises from the Throne, and nods curtly. He departs the chamber
quickly, his Noukkers making way for him as he steps purposefully, his boots
rapping loudly on the granite floor. The guards follow him through the
golden doors as he departs.

Erich has left.

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