《Chronicles of Alex Chase》Chapter 31 - Going to the ball
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Candy braids Master Syllen’s hair, including strips of colored cloth as she does. She starts in the center and produces four braids from the front to the rear of the head and continues down the entire length of the hair to the shoulders. She folds the braids dandling at the back into a knot just below the crown of the head and slips a plain stylized metal ring over to hold it in place. She then moves round to the front and braids the side bangs and includes a series of brightly colored beads into each of the two braids on each side, finishing she steps back and kneels.
Mistress Lyrei walks over and inspects the result. “The top knot looks splendid with the Yegella Estate colors included and the honor beads show your military awards.”
Master Syllen casts a contemptible glance at the clothes laid out for him to wear. “I still don’t get what’s the problem with wearing plain blue like I always do.”
Mistress Lyrei snaps. “One of the worst things you could think of doing when going to a special event is to wear your usual business attire. Panolanna and I have spent hours agreeing on what you’re going to wear, and how to make sure you’re not trying too hard, or not wearing the right attire. There’s nothing worse than walking into a ball where every woman is wearing a magnificent gown and you appear in what you wore to complete your duties earlier.”
“But, I have no duties. I’ve been kept here playing dress-up for the last three days.”
“We don’t have time for this. You need to get ready; the ball is only in a few hours.”
“If you insist.” Master Syllen replies as he stands and moves to the middle of his dressing room. Panolanna picks up a pale blue pair of pants with gold thread and kneels before him; she then coaxes them over his knees. At the same time, Master Gelrian is trying to arrange the ruffles on his sleeves, while frowning and muttering oaths that emanate from his painted lips. Once his pants are on Panolanna steps back and moves to a side table. She picks up a small device and when she returns taking Master Syllen’s right hand and giving the nails a last, lingering polish.
As they continue to dress Master Syllen his face switches between annoyance and misery, and then he loudly sighs in frustration. “Are we done yet, Master Gelrian?”
Master Gelrian does a few more adjustments, then steps back and eyes Master Syllen’s attire smiling. “Very stylish, Master Syllen. Those pants make your legs look exceptional! So very fine and long.”
Master Syllen tries to squint down at them, “They’re too tight. I’m sure they are damaging my future prospects.”
This is rewarded with a laugh from Panolanna. ”That’s the point and they make your ass look great as well.”
“You’re impossible Panolanna!” Master Gelrian admonishes as he continues to make adjustments. “How can I arrange your ruffles if you twist and turn like this? Lift your chin, Master Syllen.”
“But, all this cosseting is unpleasant; can’t you just leave them as they are?”
“You have to suffer to be beautiful,” Mistress Lyrei interjects with a smile.
“So it seems,” Master Syllen responds irritably.
“Master Syllen, if you hold still it’ll be over quicker.” Mistress Lyrei chuckles.
“I’ve finished, never fear. Panolanna, what you have done is wonderful.” Master Gelrian steps back to view his handiwork. “I am not altogether satisfied,” he says musingly.
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Master Syllen waves him off. “No more, Master Gelrian. I‘m sure it’s perfection.”
Master Gelrian ignores him. Once more his nimble fingers busy themselves amongst the folds of soft lace ruffles. His eyes gleam suddenly. “It’s missing something. Panolanna, get the opal brooches. Quickly!” Panolanna rushes through a door at the back.
Master Gelrian then moves to a side table and picks up an indigo blue jacket with a cutaway in front, with yellow turnback tails behind, yellow braids across the shoulders and a standing collar. He drapes it on his arm and returns.
“That won’t do. I requested a plain jacket.” Master Syllen protests.
“This is the latest gentleman’s fashion. If you wear anything else you’ll not give the right impression.” Master Gelrian states and he holds the jacket ready.
Master Syllen glowers and then discovers that it requires a lot of assistance from Master Gelrian to coax him into the jacket. When at last, it is on, he frowns. “This also feels too tight like it’ll split across the shoulders if I so much as move a finger.”
Mistress Lyrei laughs. “It’s the price of looking fashionable.”
“Fashionable?” Cries Master Syllen. “How can this be fashionable when it prevents me from moving?”
“Oh, we are missing the most important part, the sword.”
“How can I dance with a sword?”
“It’s expected,” Master Gelrian declares as Mistress Lyrei hands him a sheathed sword.
Master Syllen fingers the jeweled hilt! “A pretty plaything,” he pronounces. “I have never spent so much money on such trinkets before.” And attaches it to his belt and Master Gelrian assists in arranging the tails of his coat about the sword.
Panolanna returns with a large box, which she opens and presents. Master Syllen watches anxiously as Master Gelrian’s hand hovers, uncertain over several brooches resting inside before selecting one. Then the pin was fixed with one unerring movement, and the two onlookers drew deep breaths of relief. Panolanna places the box on a nearby table.
Master Syllen is a striking figure, tall, well-muscled and dressed in an indigo blue jacket and gold-threaded pale blue pants with a cream shirt whose ruffles foamed over his hands and at his neck. Dark blue shoes with glittering buckles were on his feet.
Master Gelrian nods. “You are now a well-dressed man.”
“I think it makes you look handsome and more striking. It definitely makes you appear important and successful.” Panolanna gushes.
Mistress Lyrei ignores Panolanna’s comment. “Yes, Master Gelrian, you are right. It’s a triumph. It will give a powerful first impression and makes the statement that he should not be taken lightly. I must congratulate you on the cut of the jacket as it’s reminiscent of a military coat. It emphasizes his martial prowess and heroic achievements.”
“Sit down, Master Syllen.” Master Gelrian commands directing him into a chair by a dressing-table.
“What now? Haven’t you finished?”
“Now the rouge. Panolanna, if you please”
Master Syllen tries to protest. “I will not be painted and powdered!”
Master Gelrian fixes him with a cold eye. “It’s expected.”
“I don’t use paint or powder.”
“Master Syllen, if it were not for the debt I owe Baroness Yegella, I would leave you this minute. You will do as Master Gelrian asks.” Mistress Lyrei snaps sternly.
“Do I really have to wear paint?” Master Syllen asks hopefully.
“Yes. You do.” Master Gelrian promptly interjects.
Master Syllen smiles ruefully. “Alright. Then do your worst!”
“It’s not my worst, you disrespectful oaf. It’ll be my best!”
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“Do your best, then. I’m very grateful, sir.” Master Gelrian’s lips twitch and he waves Panolanna over.
Under his deft hands, Master Syllen squirms and screws up his face. He complains that the brushes tickle him, and he winces when Panolanna powers his eyelids. When she dusts his cheeks with powder he sneezes, and when a single opal ear cuff is placed around his left ear he scowls and mutters direfully.
Panolanna picks up a small mirror and holds it up. “Well?”
Master Syllen glances distractedly at his reflection, then stops and leans forward tilting his head and nods anxiously. He clutches a small jewel-encrusted box that Mistress Lyrei hands him. He then nervously pulls a handkerchief from the cuff of his jacket. Nevertheless, Master Syllen says nothing. He just stares and stares again at his reflection. Unconsciously he draws himself up, tilting his chin a little and shakes out his handkerchief.
“Well!” Panolanna asks impatiently. “You’ve nothing to say?”
Mistress Lyrei walks over and examines the result. “It’s marvelous,” She says. “I can barely tell he’s wearing paint and you’ve made his eyes stand out impressively. You’ve made him even more desirable.”
Panolanna beams, but then shakes her head. “In time, and with more work, he could be incredible. At present, however, he’s at least presentable. He’ll get used to it over the next few hours before you need to leave”
Master Syllen flushes beneath his powder, then tries to calm his nerves as Panolanna leaves with Mistress Lyrei to assist her in getting ready. Master Gelrian stays and provides pointers as to topics of conversation and bits of gossip he can use for small talk. After nearly two hours Master Gelrian walks to a nearby cabinet and extracts two cloth bundles which he drops in front of Alex and Candy.
“Put on those tunics you’re leaving.” Master Gelrian commands.
Alex and Candy quickly remove the orange tunics and then unwrap the bundles and put on their new tunics, which are deep blue with red and orange highlights, sleeveless and they finish just above the knee.
Mistress Lyrei strides into the room wearing a deep pink gown, her hair braided with flowers. “Ready? We need to go if we’re not going to be late.” Master Syllen stands and follows her out to attend his first ball.
Thirty minutes and a transport ride later Master Syllen and Mistress Lyrei approach the entrance to the ballroom. As the guests arrive in order of status with the lowest first, there are only a few waiting, so they are one of the first to be greeted. Alex and Candy are led to an adjacent room where they are told to assume the third position against the wall. They stand with hands clasped in front, shoulders back, chest forward, and head lowered directly across from large open doors with a clear view of the ballroom. There are tables with a small number of presents laid out and numerous guards present who stand around the room.
“Master Syllen and Mistress Lyrei from the Yegella Estate.” A uniformed servant announces to the room.
They move forward and perform a standing bow to Lady Vaeri who greets them. “A pleasure to see you both.” She pauses looking at him keenly and then glances at the beads in his bangs. “Oh, you’re the hero of Edeesh. I’ve been looking forward to meeting you.” She turns to a stern Elven woman standing to her left. “Mistress Athell please ensure that Master Syllen is placed on my dance card.”
“Yes, Lady Vaeri.”
Master Syllen bows again. “It’ll be an honor. May I introduce Mistress Lyrei? She has been instrumental in preparing my gift to celebrate your coming of age, which is a breeding pair of exotic Terra merchandise.” He retrieves the jeweled box from his pocket and hands it to Lady Vaeri.
“Oh, that’s very thoughtful of you. I’m sure they will be of immense assistance in my search for fundamental truths about pure-bloods.” Lady Vaeri says with enthusiasm as she hands the box to Mistress Athell.
Mistress Lyrei smiles and proclaims. “I’m sure they will. Both have been trained in protection with the female being very proficient with prepared runic sleeves and the male is a berserk with high prana.”
“A berserk you say. That will be very helpful.” Lady Vaeri responds with a bright smile.
“He’s very obedient for a male from Terra, but you probably already know how temperamental they are. To help settle the merchandise Baroness Yegella is offering you my services for up to six months. As a trainer of merchandise from Terra I can provide many insights.”
“Once I have spent some time with the merchandise, I will let you know if I want to accept the Baronesses kind offer. Now, do enjoy the ball.” Lady Vaeri replies.
Master Syllen and Mistress Lyrei bow again, then walk down the steps to the main ballroom. They move to the side and observe more nobility arrive to greet Lady Vaeri. They begin to mingle with the other guests and after a while, Master Syllen throws off the last shreds of restraint. He plays his part well, and he becomes very busy paying flippant court to several young women who ogle him for his fine appearance, while his small talk becomes less forced and instead flows effortlessly.
“Master Syllen, I will take you to the court of House Quinala.” A middle-aged Elven woman says.
Master Syllen crosses one leg elegantly over the other. He was, if anything, looking a little bored. “Yes? Perhaps in a tenday, Lady Iserill. I am very much engaged until then.”
Lady Iserill’s shrewd eyes flicker to the center of the room. “Will you will like to take your dance Lady Vaeri as promised?”
“Certainly he will. I trust the Lady will consider herself sufficiently honored.” Mistress Lyrei interjects.
“Without a doubt,” Lady Iserill affirms. “But I counsel you, capturer of hearts, to cast your eyes away from being her consort.”
“Madam, I have already told you—”
“Oh, yes. But I’m sure you will soon have a reputation for capturing hearts.”
“Me, really! Why do you say so, Lady Iserill?” Master Syllen asks shaken.
“I’m sure you will have your pick as it’s very fashionable to be seen with a heroic figure.”
“But I—” He checks himself, and relapsed into stillness. “They fatigue me.” He responds yawning.
“What! Even Lady Devewyn?”
“The woman with the daring dress? She’s interesting, but I’d wager her appetites are not to my taste.”
“Master Syllen, are you being too choosy for a man of your position? Is the Lady Devewyn not lovely?”
“Your pardon, madam, but I prefer to leave that lady’s name out of this or any discussion.”
Lady Lyrei oberves Sir Folliun enter the ballroom from the doors to the garden. He is dressed in an apricot-colored silk jacket and is powdered, painted, and perfumed. He glances around and slowly begins to circle towards the main entrance before he quickly darts through a group next to Lady Vaeri and goes down on one knee before her.
“I’ll be forever at your most exquisite feet, my lady!”
Lady Vaeri appears irritated and seems to reluctantly offer him her hand to kiss. “And where have you been this long while, Sir Folliun?”
He kisses the tips of her fingers, one by one. “Languishing in desolate darkness, waiting to be dazzled by your beauty.”
“The darkness of the court.” Mocks Lady Vaeri. “Sir Folliun, I know you for a rogue and a trifler!”
Sir Folliun gazes up, still holding Lady Vaeri’s hand and appears shocked. “Someone has maligned me. Of what am I accused?” Lady Vaeri raps his head with her fan. “Sir Folliun. Have you finished with my hand?”
Instantly he broadly smiles at her. “Oh dear, I’ve lost count! Now I must begin again. I’ll be one moment!” Solemnly he kisses each finger a second time. “And one for the lovely whole.” Then kisses the back of her hand. “There, finished!”
“You are indeed a rogue.” She tells him, then glances around. “For you care not one iota about propriety.”
“If that were true, then I would be a rogue beyond reprieve.” Sir Folliun answers, laughing.
“You don’t deceive me, one little bit Sir Folliun! So sweet, so amiable, so great a flatterer, but with no heart to give and hence to lose.”
“Rumor has it that it’s already lost.” Smiles a woman stood next to Lady Vaeri. “Eh, Sir Folliun?”
“Lost a hundred times and never retrieved until now.” Sir Folliun laments.
“Oh!” Lady Vaeri scowls in annoyance. “Wretch that you are, and so fickle! Rise! I’ll have no more of you!”
Sir Folliun stands and dusts his knee with his handkerchief. “I give you thanks, my lady, the floors very hard.” Lady Vaeri turns away and whispers something to Mistress Athell who is standing on her left. Mistress Lyrei is staring at Sir Folliun as one in a trance at that moment he gazes her way and his eyes hold no recognition and pass on.
Lady Iserill turns to Master Syllen. “It’s been a pleasure meeting you. If you decide to accept my offer about the court I’m here for the next few days.” She inclines her head and then moves away and heads towards Lady Vaeri, but stops to exchange greetings with Sir Folliun.
Lady Vaeri glances in the direction of Master Syllen and makes a small gesture with her fan. “Mistress Lyrei, our presence is being requested by Lady Vaeri .” Master Syllen whispers and Mistress Lyrei glances over to the center of the ballroom, then places her hand on his arm. They move forward and Sir Folliun repositions so they will pass near him before reaching Lady Vaeri.
When they draw near Sir Folliun declares. “Ah, Master Syllen the great hero. I must admit that I’m bored of your supposed heroism and honor. I especially detest those of a lower order trying to pull their superiors into the gutter with them.”
“I’ve witnessed that passing judgment always reflects on the person judging and not the person being judged. It emphasizes their prejudice, discrimination, and pretentiousness. You are humiliating no one but yourself.” Master Syllen replies gracefully.
“You and the whole Yegella estate will be disgraced as a result of the immoral acts Baroness Yegella has perpetrated, which will shortly be revealed to all.”
“Baroness Yegella has done nothing to be ashamed of. It’s obviously your view of morality that’s flawed and this is simply your pettiness towards people you dislike.”
“It would be best for you to return to the stinking cesspit you and the Baroness reside in, as your presence here is distasteful.” Sir Folliun snarls.
Master Syllen plays with the pommel of his jeweled sword; he’s still smiling, but the eyes that met Sir Folliun’s hold a challenge. “It transpires, Sir, that I might resent any defamation you or others think to make regarding the Baronesses.” He says softly.
There is a sudden silence. No one mistakes the menacing tone in Master Syllen’s smooth voice. Lady Iserill makes haste to fill the breach.
“It’s commendable that Master Syllen is ready to defend his patron’s honor, but it cannot be permitted, this is a celebration, not a dueling field. We’ll not cause him any affront, for he is a demon when roused, I assure you!” She laughs easily and offers Sir Folliun a glass of wine which he disregards.
“He’s very impudent,” Sir Folliun sneers.
Lady Iserill takes a sip of her drink and steps back. “The subject grows somewhat tedious, I think.” She turns to a man a few meters away. “Sir Threlasan, will you please escort me to view the gardens? I need some air to clear my head.” Sir Folliun flushes as Sir Threlasan springs forward offering his arm to Lady Iserill and together they walk away.
Lady Vaeri approaches and links arms with Master Syllen. “Care to come with me to view the presents, Master Syllen? Unless you wish to continue your discussion?” She says, nodding to where Sir Folliun stands. Mistress Lyrei removes her hand from his other arm and steps back next to Mistress Athell.
“It’s too tiresome,” Says Master Syllen. “I’d much rather come with you.” Allowing her to lead him away.
“What is he to you?” Inquires Lady Vaeri, when they were out of earshot.
“A scoundrel of no importance.” Master Syllen shrugs.
“So I see. Yet he contrives to arouse your anger?”
”Yes,” admits Master Syllen. “He seems to have some animosity towards myself and the Yegella Estate.”
“You may call upon me if he impinges your honor,” Mistress Athell states at once.
Lady Vaeri huffs. “I do not like anything about him. He’s a bore, always making a scene, his conversation lacks finesse and he’s barely tolerated at court. I wonder who brought him? He was definitely not invited.”
“I don’t know, but I’ll make some enquiries.” Mistress Athell asserts.
As Sir Folliun watches them depart a man approaches. “You live up to your reputation. I’m afraid your father and Viscountess Arasys are going to be very displeased.”
“So what?” Sir Folliun snorts. “All I care about is ensuring that trash like that won’t outdo me.”
The man casts him a shrewd glance. “A word of advice, Sir Folliun. Don’t speak of your dislike too widely as Baroness Yegella has powerful friends and allies. If you publicly deride the Baroness or him many will take a dim view and some will actively oppose you.”
Sir Folliun blusters. “I’ll not conceal from you, Baron Zevdor, that I’ve got a grudge against the Yegella Estate and Master Syllen. I intend to punish him for his impudence.”
“Ah? I don’t think you were well advised. He has no lack of friends, and with a sword, he is a veritable fiend. It would not be wise to pursue your enmity, for I suspect you will be meeting him everywhere after tonight, as he’s been the ladies’ darling at this ball.”
“And when I saw him last, he was clad in clothes I’d not give a servant, and had as much ability to hold a conversation as a post!” Sir Folliun splutters.
“Yes? I heard some talk of that, but then again, he’s been a marvel this evening.”
“Curse all marvels and heroes.” Sir Folliun snarls.
Lady Vaeri and Master Syllen peruse the presents that are arranged on the tables with Mistress Athell advising who they were from. They eventually come to Alex and Candy who are still standing in the third position while they cycle their prana.
“When I acquired the male I immediately thought of our first meeting at which you expressed your desire to be a breeder of pure-bloods and I knew he would be perfect for you.” Master Syllen declares. ”The Baroness has had the female for a while and she has demonstrated the ability to attain skills rapidly. They have recently been trained in domestic service and protection to ensure that they are useful to your household. As Mistress Lyrei has previously advised they show excellent potential with prana.”
Lady Vaeri contemplates and smiles. “They are fine specimens of pure-blood humans. I understand that humans from Terra don’t develop cores naturally and that they need to have them implanted. It will make an excellent study to compare them against those humans that develop their cores naturally.”
A uniformed servant approaches the group and performs a deep bow. “Lady Vaeri, my apologies for interrupting you. Your father requests your presence to accept a message from the Matriarch on your coming of age.”
Lady Vaeri turns to Master Syllen. “You’ll have to excuse me. I still want that dance so don’t go anywhere.”
“I await your return, Lady Vaeri.”
Lady Vaeri nods to the servant and he leads her to a room some distance away from the ballroom with Mistress Athell following. The servant knocks on the door and waits until a muffled voice bids them enter. Lady Vaeri and Mistress Athell enter the room and a tell Elven woman stands with two Elven men looking at a hologram of a middle-aged Elven woman.
Lady Vaeri and Mistress Athell bow to the hologram. “Matriarch,” They both say simultaneously. Then they bow to the tall woman.
“Mother,” Lady Vaeri says.
Followed closely by Mistress Athell, “Elder.”
“Greetings, Lady Vaeri. Firstly let me congratulate you on coming of age. I wish you well in finding worthy consorts and I hope you have many healthy and remarkable children. I’m sure you will make your mother proud.” The Matriarch says with a kind smile.
“Thank you, Matriarch.”
“Countess Vaeri, are the privacy wards active?” The Matriarch asks.
“They are, Matriarch.”
“I have summoned you as an opportunity has arisen and we need to act quickly. The Council has located a new world that hosts a progenitor relic site, a confirmed A class, potentially an A1. They are assembling a team to investigate and they are scheduled to be there in five days. We are going to get there first and remove as much as we can.” The Matriarch declares.
“Is that wise Matriarch? The Council will react badly if they discover it’s our doing, maybe invoking sanctions.” Countess Vaeri asks.
“I deem the risk acceptable. As you are aware we have plans in place for this eventuality, but regrettably all of our available experienced relic recovery teams are engaged in licensed salvage operations being monitored by the Council, so we can’t pull any teams at this time. The sudden issuing of the licenses recently by the Council seems too coincidental, so we suspect that they are trying to tie up as many salvage teams as possible. We also have two teams on vacation that we can’t use as both are being watched by the Council.
“We have determined that we can use a personal portal to get to the location. It’ll take us a half-day to get everything ready and we must complete the endeavor within four standard days from now. The personal portal is currently charged and it will take one and a half standard days for the portal to recharge, so we can get three portal hops completed in the timeframe, one to deploy, one initial recovery, and one to disembark. The equipment used must not be traceable and all personnel must be main family or inner members of House Quinala.
“We need an expert on relics and their recovery. Lady Vaeri, as an inner member, is available and best positioned being only one hop away from a personal portal device, which is on its way to you now. Lady Vaeri you will lead the team and we will announce that you have gone into seclusion to consider who will be your first consort. Unfortunately, that means that Mistress Athell and key members of your household will need to remain and block any attempts to see you. The ball needs to finish as it normally would this evening while everything is readied by Baron Zevdor.”
“You can leave everything to me Matriarch.” Baron Zevdor says with a bow.
“When would we depart?” Lady Vaeri enquires.
“The personal portal will be with you in the morning along with some other equipment; you will depart immediately it arrives.”
“As you command, Matriarch.” Lady Vaeri responds with a bow.
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