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Winter Kill [2/?]
Date: 2013-12-10 11:56 pm (UTC)“Siddgeir, she does more than that. Honestly, can’t you be civil to your own court?”
He took a long drink, staring at her while he did and when he finished he merely shrugged, the bottle being lightly rocked in his hand. “Nenya, remind me when I should, as you commoners say, give a shit? Now put out that bounty already. I want that bastard dead and everything else in that dirty little hole.”
Kjersti looked up. “I can go clear out Embershard.”
She really could, it wasn’t that far from her manor. It just meant she would be entering it at night which she figured would help cloak her a little and make it easier to annihilate them. Siddgeir seemed to brighten a little. “Oh good! Then I don’t have to shell out any coin for that deed to be done!”
“Siddgeir,” Nenya glared at him. “If she clears it out, she gets paid.”
“Please, she’s my Thane and she’s to do what I say, right Kjersti?” he asked in a falsely sweet voice. She let out a small laugh and undid the clasp of her cloak, letting it slip off her shoulders. “So, be a dear will you? Go murder those coin-hoarding idiots. Make sure their heads roll.”
She smiled at him. “Of course, my Jarl.”
“Kjersti,” Nenya snapped at her, her disappointment obvious. Kjersti looked away, embarrassed but she never could really say no to the man who did give her a deed and title. “Siddgeir, I’m putting this bounty out and whoever does it will get paid.”
“Not from my pocket,” he growled and the two glared at each other before Nenya exited to her room, muttering as she did.
She could only smile, still finding their constant bickering an amusement and she brushed the rest of the wet snow off her cloak, setting it by the fire to dry before doing her duty as Thane; she gave Siddgeir the gold she had found while hunting, a garnet in the package from a wolf and he in turn gave her a pleased look and pocketed the paltry coins and jewel, taking a sip from his mead. She stood beside him, substituting as housecarl while Helvard worked, bringing in the rest of the elk carcasses. Siddgeir gave her a look once the last one was in.
“Any of those trophies?”
She pondered. “I do not believe so, my Jarl.”
“Try harder next time,” he muttered as he relaxed his bottle now almost empty. Once Helvard finished, he traded her spots and the elk were dragged into the old wine cellar, Legate Skulnar sacrificing his table so the butchering could begin. Kjersti worked alone on it, used to skinning and cutting the meat and she set aside a bucket for entrails, all which would be fed to Siddgeir’s hunting dogs. She made a separate bucket for the legs; treats the dogs would appreciate before working on dividing the prized meat.
The best cuts would be for Siddgeir alone; the rest were for the court. Such was the way of life for them but she didn’t mind. She wasn’t a large fan of meat anyways. She knew sometimes Helvard seemed disappointed with his share, and the Legate would be allowed one good cut so he never complained but between Nenya and herself, whatever was left was fine. She had a habit of letting her own housecarl Rayya eat most of her rations anyways since she preferred potatoes and cheese.
She took her dagger and dug it deep against the ribs, cracking them open so she could wedge a wooden stick between them, cutting out the lungs. Her arms became stained and when she withdrew she could feel the Legate’s eyes on her and she gave him a smile. He only smiled back at her.
“Pity you won’t join the Legion,” he said quietly as she took a drink from his tankard. “Having a woman like you on our side would be a great honor for the empire.”