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First Husband - M!DB/Borgakh 4/??
Date: 2013-04-11 11:29 am (UTC)“Shall I carry your pack?” Borgakh asked, and Dyce could practically hear the ‘husband’ at the end of her enquiry.
“If I told you to go home, would you?” Dyce asked suddenly.
“Yes, hus- Dyce.”
“Then what would you do?”
“I would train, and wait for you to come back.”
“Urgh.” Dyce rubbed his cheek irritably. “I was afraid of that. It’s like that dog all over again.”
“Dog?” Borgakh asked.
Dyce started walking and indicated she should follow. There was nothing to be gained by wasting daylight. “I met a dog,” he explained. “A stray dog. He was fighting some wolves so I thought I’d help the little feller out.”
“Oh.”
“He took a shine to me then, started following me. I didn’t mind, I called him Mudface. But Mudface wasn’t very quiet, or very smart, and I nearly killed myself more than once rescuing him from his attempts to defend me. Eventually, I had to tell him to go home.” Dyce sighed and looked at the ground in front of him.
“I see.”
“He didn’t have a home, of course, but he went anyway.”
Borgakh scratched her head. “He was a dog,” she said, clearly not seeing what the fuss was about.
“He loved me!”
“Do you think I love you?” she asked, looking a bit startled.
“No. There is that at least. But you’ve bound yourself anyway, just with duty rather than love. In some ways it’s worse; you’re not going to forget me the next time someone waves a raw chop in your direction.”
“I don’t understand you,” she said.
“Maybe this is a real marriage after all,” Dyce said sourly, and the conversation ended.
Markarth rose ahead of them, as forbidding and cryptic as always. The roads started to fill with farmers and soldiers, but no one paid them much attention. Borgakh opened her eyes wide and drank the scene in.
“Are we here to trade?” she asked.
“I might sell some things but I’m actually here to solve a murder.”
“Really? Is that what you do then, solve murders?”
“Well, not really, but I solved some in Windhelm and the one that happened here has been weighing on me. It happened right in front of my eyes, but at the time I was more concerned about where my next meal was coming from.”
“How are you going to solve the murder?” Borgakh seemed genuinely interested.
“The first step will be finding out more about the victim. I just hope someone remembers her after all these months.”
“So do I,” Borgakh said with determination. Dyce smiled.
Borgarkh said she’d been to Markarth once before, but she’d been so young she barely remembered it. Dyce let her have her head, fingering the wares at the markets, trotting up and down the myriad of stone steps, and marvelling at the sheer number of humans.
Despite the amount of time that had passed, Dyce made good progress with his investigation. Such good progress in fact, that by the time evening fell, a guard accosted him and told him to back off. After he’d gone Borgakh turned to Dyce and asked him what he was going to do.
“The chieftain of this hold might not want the murder solved,” she pointed out.
“It’s not merely the Jarl we have to worry about. Jarls come and go, and I’ve replaced a few in my time, including this one. He’s a Silver-Blood, and the Silver-Bloods are something a bit more complicated.”
“Are you going to give up?”
Dyce grinned, “Nah, I’m really curious now. I think we should pay the other Sliver-Blood brother a visit.”
The visit to the treasury went much worse than even Dyce had anticipated, with the Forsworn agents killing Betrid Silver-Blood. Dyce had to do some killing himself when he visited Nepos, Borgath backing him up with enthusiasm.
“There’s a Forsworn king,” Borgakh said, her eyes alight as they left the house, Dyce paging through Nepos’s journal. “We discovered it! Well, you discovered it. This is incredible. It would explain why they’re so strong. What now?”
“I don’t know. In fact, it’s at this point I wish I was being paid at all for this. I was doing this just because I was asked. Just doing a good deed.” He frowned at her, “Which doesn’t always turn out like one expects. Well, he said he’d meet me again in the Shrine of Talos, and it’s nearly midnight. I suspect there won’t be anything either of us can do about this, but I got him an explanation at least.”
Re: First Husband - M!DB/Borgakh 4/??
Date: 2013-04-11 08:08 pm (UTC)