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What's a Thief to a King? M!DB/Ulfric 26/??

[(Anonymous)]

Dyce made his way out into the courtyard. The rain had slackened, and the clouds were starting to disperse. The walls were now ringed with Stormcloak soldiers, and the Imperial troops were being rounded up and herded into the courtyard, the pile of confiscated weapons growing as the vanquished were routed from hiding places in the city and forced out of the keep.

Galmar had Tullius on his knees and was clearly looking for an excuse to use his axe. Ralof saw Dyce emerge and moved to his side his eyes asking the unspoken question; Dyce shook his head.

Dyce watched, but half his mind was still in the castle behind him, worrying about Ulfric. He knew the man would be all right, but Dyce wanted to help, somehow. There didn’t seem to be any way right now; he needed precious moments alone to collect himself. He wouldn’t accept pity, and Dyce wasn’t sure he’d recognise sympathy.

Ralof watched the prisoners, tapping a finger nervously against his chin.

They saw him at the same time, bruised and bloody, and favouring one leg.

“Hadvar!” Dyce and Ralof chorused and others looked at them in surprise. Ralof started forward, stopped, and glanced at Dyce. Dyce nodded, giving him permission to break ranks. The Imperials stepped out of their way as they hurried towards him.

“Ralof?” Hadvar barely had time to get his name out before Ralof wrapped his arms around his neck.

“It’s alright, I forgive you,” he said.

“You again,” Hadvar stared at Dyce with an uncertain expression, things falling into place, relief.

“He looked after me,” Ralof said.

“And vice versa.” Dyce added.

“I’m glad you’re alright. Both of you.” Hadvar opened his arms and hugged them both.

“Thank Talos,” Ralof said.

The sound of a heavy door closing interrupted them. Ulfric had emerged, impassive and regal. Dyce squeezed Hadvar’s fingers and ducked out from under his arm, making his way to Ulfric’s side. Ralof stayed next to Hadvar, looking worried.

Ulfric waited until Dyce was standing beside him again before he spoke to the silent troops.

“There is no dishonour,” he began. “In fighting for a cause to which you have sworn. Sons and daughters of Skyrim who have fought for the Emperor will be welcomed home. Those who are not of Skyrim,” he glanced at Tullius, “Or who do not want to stay, will not be harmed, but will be escorted to the border. Skyrim is at peace now.”

He turned to Galmar, “Go and get Elsif. I think it’s time for a speech.” He let his decision sink in, as the Imperial troops milled about, trying to make their decisions, a good proportion of the Nords filtering away from the others.

Ralof and Hadvar stood forehead to forehead, apparently having some kind of whispered argument while victor and vanquished politely pretended they hadn’t noticed.

“Well done, Dragonborn.” Yrsarald stretched his hand out and Dyce took it, walking past him and slapping him on the shoulder. The celebrations hadn’t started in earnest yet; there was still Elsif to think of, but cautious smiles were starting to show on people’s faces, and Dyce wandered among them, being thanked and praised.

And all the while working his way towards the exit.

He pulled his hood up over his head and slipped away. The clouds were breaking up and the first shafts of sunlight were bravely stabbing through. Puddles still shone like silver on the cobblestones, and smoke rose from the smouldering houses.

Dyce hurried through a city emerging from hiding. Cautiously people opened doors and windows and stuck their heads out, calling to each other for news, and surveying the damage.

Dyce did not wear Stormcloak colours, and he was stopped and asked for news. He told them that the war was over. He didn’t quite believe it. The Skyrim he knew had always been at war with itself; had it really ended, just like that?

Of course, it wasn’t just like that. He paused at the city gates, one half twisted slightly by the force of his and Ulfric’s combined shouts.

A beggar hobbled up to him, and Dyce automatically reached for a coin.

“They say there was a dragon,” the old man said meditatively, accepting the coin as if it was his due. “There weren’t no dragon; I saw the whole thing. Just men.” He sniffed, “Dragon sounds better though.”

Dyce shrugged, “I think it’s better without a dragon.”

Re: What's a Thief to a King? M!DB/Ulfric 26/??

[(Anonymous)]

I'm breaking my trend and spliting these two bit up, because they're very different.

This chapter (and I know it's not a chapter, but I need something to call it) is about faith being proven and promises being kept. It took me two readings to get it, but now it's clear.

Ulfric's first act is to declare a peace. Hadvar is safe. No one is being persecuted for fighting on either side. In time, I believe people will keep talking about the war, but they'll stop talking about which side they were on, because that will become unimportant. What will matter is what they did, how they suffered, and how they survived.

Dyce has kept his promises. He won the battle for Ulfric, he found Hadvar for Ralof. And the promises made to him have been kept, so he's free to go. And so he does. Already the stories are being told, which is what happens. Events are being shaped in memory, some things being brought forward and others being cast into shade. The story of the Dragons is both true and false; There were no winged beast, but there was Dyce.

Okay, enough here, let's move on.