Then we must consider them closely afore the hour is nigh.
[Saber is not quite as new, but he thinks it worth saying:]
I would trust Saber with my life.
[He truly means that, and he wants Maketh to know that she can turn to Saber in dire need and be safe. In his eyes, Saber is on par with Nick and Rey in terms of trustworthiness.]
...Many centuries before my ancestors came to England, the land was named Britain and it was splintered into many kingdoms, yet to become a whole nation. Saber hails from then and there. Her legend is well known to me... 'tis well known to every living soul in England.
[Legends are not a practical justification, of course. While Henry idealises Arthurian myth as he idealises all within his conception of knighthood, he believes that he is coming to know Saber as she is, beneath all of that.]
As a person, she is a good woman and a true knight. You should seek her out. Adjudge her for yourself.
[Had Jill still been with them, he would have unequivocally vouched for her too.]
[Saber. Maketh mulls over what she knows of the woman, nodding. Henry's trust is not easily given and has great meaning when he does. And a warrior of legend is often worth courting. Anakin certainly was.]
I will speak with her. I ought to know her.
[She considers him for a moment.]
You ought to speak with General Skywalker. He is -- difficult, at times. A dangerous enemy and a powerful ally.
[Wary as he is of those from her universe who remain in Hadriel, he trusts Maketh without question; she would not suggest it if she thought it destined to be futile.]
Very well. I will seize the opportunity that arises.
[Henry falls quiet in a brief and rare bit of hesitation. He bounces his leg, then sighs and says:]
Weigh carefully how much trust you place in the elves. They have earned no mistrust themselves, but Curufin dotes upon his lover, and his lover is a repugnant cur who is no friend of the Guard's. As they are all kinsmen... What man or woman is not honest with those whom they love? Who would not put them first?
[Maketh has been away from her own flesh and blood for so long, she doesn't know what she would do if they appeared before her. Surely there is no one left alive, after all this time.]
But I will remember what you said. I ought to know them better.
[Maketh nods, considering. Her record thus far has been strong. Even those who haven't spoken with her personally will respect what she has done.] There is work I must do, then. And soon.
[It's good to have a purpose. She presses her head against Henry's briefly.]
She was a good soldier. I hope her world treats her with the respect she deserves.
[They had a surprising amount in common and they'd got on easily. Kissing Jill under the mistletoe was a pleasant memory, and that she was otherwise engaged on that front is one of those light, transient regrets. He might have tried his luck otherwise.
He'll have to raise a glass for her, sometime.
For now, though, he says:]
She left behind all of her work on Will's murder on her desk, at least.
'Tis a strange case. I assume that you have through Jill's initial report and looked at her pictures of the scene?
[No sign of struggle, a neatly slit throat while Will was busy fishing. Hannibal had been the one who called Jill to the scene. She did not seem to consider him a suspect. No signs of the murder weapon, not tracks fleeing the scene. No witnesses. It's a possibility that someone knew he would be there, distracted. It was likely planned, given all the details. Jill, God bless her, had immediately taken multiple photos on her phone.]
And we have two more murders, this time by the same culprit. The one Sharon drew. Oh, and he was transformed by Seel's blood into one of their kind. His blood is now poisonous and may, with proper care given to his victims, render humans into magic-bearing hermaphrodites too.
[His tone is vexed — he's fed up with dealing with murders. They must for the sake of order and because it is the right thing to do, but combined with how thankless their work defending the city is and how they have no authority to simply make and use a dungeon without being treated like they're worse than the genuine tyrants present, it's a headache.]
Yes. I admit this sort of thing doesn't fall under my immediate expertise, but--I would almost call it professional.
[Very clean. No fuss, no mess. No witnesses. Maketh rubs her face with a groan. This just makes the whole situation more complicated, another detail they don't need and can't cleanly destroy.]
We don't have time for this. And what if we do catch them, hmm? What then?
[He bumps her shoulder with his where they already touch in solidarity. He feels just as done as Maketh about this.]
We must confront the public. Involve them. Let us ask them to determine how they should be dealt with. Either they afford us some power or take the matter of murders, aside from halting any attempts we come across, out of our hands.
[Truth be told, he'd rather the latter. But just in case...]
Tranquility yet owes me a prize. He built this city, did he not? So he may build us some secure cells if it becomes necessary.
That would help, [Maketh says slowly. Logistically, it would be the easiest way to accomplish the goal. The gods aren't perfect engineers, but their structures tend to hold.] If we step too far, we will be seen as tyrants. Too little and we are weak. Let them decide what our purpose should be, and then we will maneuver within it.
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Then we must consider them closely afore the hour is nigh.
[Saber is not quite as new, but he thinks it worth saying:]
I would trust Saber with my life.
[He truly means that, and he wants Maketh to know that she can turn to Saber in dire need and be safe. In his eyes, Saber is on par with Nick and Rey in terms of trustworthiness.]
...Many centuries before my ancestors came to England, the land was named Britain and it was splintered into many kingdoms, yet to become a whole nation. Saber hails from then and there. Her legend is well known to me... 'tis well known to every living soul in England.
[Legends are not a practical justification, of course. While Henry idealises Arthurian myth as he idealises all within his conception of knighthood, he believes that he is coming to know Saber as she is, beneath all of that.]
As a person, she is a good woman and a true knight. You should seek her out. Adjudge her for yourself.
[Had Jill still been with them, he would have unequivocally vouched for her too.]
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I will speak with her. I ought to know her.
[She considers him for a moment.]
You ought to speak with General Skywalker. He is -- difficult, at times. A dangerous enemy and a powerful ally.
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Very well. I will seize the opportunity that arises.
[Henry falls quiet in a brief and rare bit of hesitation. He bounces his leg, then sighs and says:]
Weigh carefully how much trust you place in the elves. They have earned no mistrust themselves, but Curufin dotes upon his lover, and his lover is a repugnant cur who is no friend of the Guard's. As they are all kinsmen... What man or woman is not honest with those whom they love? Who would not put them first?
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[Maketh has been away from her own flesh and blood for so long, she doesn't know what she would do if they appeared before her. Surely there is no one left alive, after all this time.]
But I will remember what you said. I ought to know them better.
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[It's possible that she might already have it, thanks to her position in the Guard and the good opinions of others that she's amassed.
Henry leans his shoulder against hers, then gives a little sigh and muses:]
...As glad as I am that she returned to her rightful place, 'tis a shame that we lost Jill.
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[It's good to have a purpose. She presses her head against Henry's briefly.]
She was a good soldier. I hope her world treats her with the respect she deserves.
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[They had a surprising amount in common and they'd got on easily. Kissing Jill under the mistletoe was a pleasant memory, and that she was otherwise engaged on that front is one of those light, transient regrets. He might have tried his luck otherwise.
He'll have to raise a glass for her, sometime.
For now, though, he says:]
She left behind all of her work on Will's murder on her desk, at least.
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[No sign of struggle, a neatly slit throat while Will was busy fishing. Hannibal had been the one who called Jill to the scene. She did not seem to consider him a suspect. No signs of the murder weapon, not tracks fleeing the scene. No witnesses. It's a possibility that someone knew he would be there, distracted. It was likely planned, given all the details. Jill, God bless her, had immediately taken multiple photos on her phone.]
And we have two more murders, this time by the same culprit. The one Sharon drew. Oh, and he was transformed by Seel's blood into one of their kind. His blood is now poisonous and may, with proper care given to his victims, render humans into magic-bearing hermaphrodites too.
[His tone is vexed — he's fed up with dealing with murders. They must for the sake of order and because it is the right thing to do, but combined with how thankless their work defending the city is and how they have no authority to simply make and use a dungeon without being treated like they're worse than the genuine tyrants present, it's a headache.]
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[Very clean. No fuss, no mess. No witnesses. Maketh rubs her face with a groan. This just makes the whole situation more complicated, another detail they don't need and can't cleanly destroy.]
We don't have time for this. And what if we do catch them, hmm? What then?
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We must confront the public. Involve them. Let us ask them to determine how they should be dealt with. Either they afford us some power or take the matter of murders, aside from halting any attempts we come across, out of our hands.
[Truth be told, he'd rather the latter. But just in case...]
Tranquility yet owes me a prize. He built this city, did he not? So he may build us some secure cells if it becomes necessary.
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Too many are determined to misconstrue our intent.
[He gives Maketh a brief cocky smile.]
It must vex them that we remain strong.
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Our strength has not waned, brother. Not once.
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[Not with their combined drive and determination. Of that, Henry is certain.]