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Fill: Oh, Very Well, Then 1a/?
Date: 2013-10-05 11:02 pm (UTC)A small girl in a red dress that had seen better days was holding a flower basket and holding up a wilted mountain flower of indeterminate colour.
"Girl, have you no idea whom you are addressing?" Ulfric asked, not unkindly.
"Um, someone rich?" the girl asked, eyeing Ulfric's fur cloak.
"You are in the presence of your Jarl, girl. You need to show proper deference," Galmar said.
Her eyes widened. "Ulfric Stormcloak? And... you- you're the General, Galmar, aren't you? My Papa told me about you."
"Who's your Papa, little one?" Galmar asked before Ulfric could butt in and scare the little thing away.
She hung her head. "He- He loved you- He- His name was Wulfgar. He was... He's dead, now."
Ulfric gently patted her head in sympathy, and Galmar felt a terrible weariness in his bones. He decided to steer the conversation to a happier topic. "Where is your mother, little one? Does she know you're out on the streets at this hour?"
The girl gave him a sad look. "My Mama is dead. She died when I was a little girl."
Galmar blinked. "No, she's not."
"Yes, she is," the little girl insisted. "She died and they put her in a box in the Hall of the Dead and Papa wouldn't let me see the box but they put it in the ground the next spring."
"No, she didn't. I remember Wulfgar talking about you and your mother, and he told me she lived. I wanted to ensure his dependants could look after themselves, should the worst happen. Do not vex me with your lies, girl," Galmar warned her.
"Liar! I... I hate you!" she shouted, throwing her flower at Ulfric and stamping her foot. She turned on her heel and ran to the small portico beside Niranye's House.
"Well done, General," Ulfric murmured acidly, "you reduced a small girl to tears. Your wife must be so proud of you."
"The girl was peddling untruths with her flower baskets, Ulfric. Come on," Galmar grunted irritably and stalked off in the direction Hjerim lay in.
Galmar's long stride quickly ate up the distance in the walled city, and soon the Jarl and Housecarl were outside the Hall of the Dead, among the gravestones. Ulfric halted at a modest, slightly weathered plinth.
"The names, Galmar. Look here? Eadwacer died six years ago, and now the addition of Wulfgar. One of that family lied to you, friend, but it wasn't the girl-child," Ulfric said quietly.
"Ulfric," Galmar sighed, "I may have made a slight tactical miscalculation."