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"Behind Closed Doors" M!DB/Balgruuf 3/7
Date: 2013-01-20 07:50 am (UTC)“What did he say? What did you find out?”
Dyce looked into his grey eyes, tired and worried for his son. “He said a few things,” Dyce said carefully. “Not pleasant things.”
“About me?”
“Mm. He said he did not share a mother with his siblings.”
“What?” Balgruuf looked horrified. “But I would never- I didn’t. How could he possibly believe...who told him this? I’ll have their head.”
“You won’t,” Dyce said. He sat Balgruuf down and told him everything. The Jarl put his head in his hands.
“How did it come to this? My poor boy. We have to save him! We have to-”
“What is behind that door?” Dyce asked.
“To be honest I’m not really sure. It’s been locked a long time. My father gave me the key- Faranger has one too. Do you think he could help?” He lifted his head and looked at Dyce pleadingly.
“I’m not sure lobbing a few fireballs will improve things.”
“Maybe if I sent the children away until things calm down. I just need a plausible reason.”
Dyce shook his head. “We can’t play by Mephala’s rules. She’ll win if we do that. Nelkir already trusts no one. But at the same time, he told me his secrets; he wanted to trust someone.”
“What do you suggest we do? My friend, if you have a plan, speak.”
“Nelkir needs to know the truth. We can’t hide things anymore. Give me the key.” Balgruuf looked at him and Dyce smiled wryly, “Yes, once again I’m asking you to trust me.”
“With my son, no less. Are you sure it will work?”
“No. But I probably have more experience with Daedra than anyone in Skyrim right now. It’s your decision. My Jarl.”
Balgruuf took an old iron key on a chain from around his neck and offered it to Dyce. “Go. May the Divines watch over you. Over all of us.”
~~~
Nelkir looked like he was on his way back to his room when Dyce found him again. He didn’t greet him, instead he held the key in front of his face.
“You got it!” Nelkir said. “I knew you could. You talked to her, didn’t you? I can tell.”
“And now I’m gonna open it. You coming?”
Nelkir looked at him adoringly, “You bet I will! Just make sure no one sees us.”
Dyce nodded.
They snuck back downstairs, man and boy, and Nelkir was practically bouncing on his toes when Dyce fitted the key into the lock. When he pushed the door open, he had no idea what might be on the other side.
They were looking at a cell. A room bare save for a single table, upon which was a book and a long, rusty looking blade. Nelkir stuck close to Dyce as they both stepped in.
“There’s no one in here,” Nelkir said.
“We are lucky we only have a fragment of her attention,” Dyce said. He stepped forward, and picked up the book Admonition Against Ebony. He flipped through it while Nelkir divided his attention between Dyce and the blade.
“What does it say? Are there more secrets?”
“Yes, of a kind.” Dyce knew this was not enough. He put the book down, and steeling himself, he picked up the blade.
Excellent.
“That’s her,” Nelkir whispered.
Now, I trust you’re sharp enough to see my sword doesn’t match the descriptions of The Ebony Blade you may know. It has languished too long outside the winds of alliance and betrayal. To return it to its past glory, it must first drink the blood of deceit. My blade is a darling leech that feeds on deceptions and nourishes its master.
Seek out those closest to you. The final pluck of their misguided heartstrings will accompany my blade in the song of your grandeur.
Silence.
Balancing the blade on his palms, Dyce knelt before Nelkir.
“Well, do you want it?”