In which Avery and Haft discuss departure
South Wing Corridor — Ground Level
The corridor in which you stand runs the length of the south wing, ending in a
big stained-glass window at the distant south end. The window sends patches
of sunlit colors all along the hallway, and its light combined with that
brought in by a series of tall, narrow windows in the east wall makes the
corridor bright and airy — almost like an enclosed portico. The sounds of
seabirds crying and waves crashing on the shore below float in on the ocean
The west wall is lined with doors, none of which are distinguished by any
particular marking. These chambers are reserved for visiting diplomats, nobles
and other guests of Cair Paravel. At the far north end of the hallway, an
archway leads into the Southeast Tower.
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Contents: A daughter of eve with honey-colored ringlets (Avery).
Haft walks through the hall, looking pensive but unhurried.
A door opens in the hall and Avery steps out of her quarters. She gently pulls the door closed, a smile forming on her lips when she looks up and sees Haft. “Hello, Haft.”
Haft turns his head. “Lady Avery,” he says with a bow.Avery asks, “How are you this evening?”
You say, “I am well. I was wondering if you had any ideas about how soon you would like to leave for Bergdale, as Lord Peridan has left it in our hands.”
Avery nods. “Ah, yes.” She frowns in thought for a moment. “I suppose it would be after Sir Colin takes his leave…”
Haft asks, “Is he heading back to Anvard?”Avery lifts one shoulder. “I don’t know where he will go. I have only gathered that he doesn’t intend to stay here.”
Haft asks, “I see…has he indicated a date for his departure?”
Avery says, “No, he has not.” She touches her hair, busying her hands. “I’m not sure it is wise for him to leave so soon, with his knee still giving him trouble…”
Haft says, “Possibly not, but there are two types of men.”
Avery says, “What if something were to happen? What if he injured himself further?” She shakes her head. “And to travel /alone/ in such a state makes me worry even more.”
Haft sighs, completing his thought: “The kind who listen to the healers and the kind who don’t. But in Narnia, at least, I don’t think you need worry overmuch that he would go unaided if he were to worsen his knee. Most of the trees are of a goodly sort, and can whisper to each other till they find a more mobile messenger to bring aid…some of them are healers themselves.
Avery nods, exhaling. “I know you are right, but I just think that–” She stops mid-sentence, her eyes lighting up a bit. “I’ve just had a thought…”
Haft tilts his head. “And what’s that, my lady?”
Avery holds up one finger. “Well.” She glances down the hall. “I think you should go with him.”
Haft looks startled. “Beg pardon?”Avery says, “With Sir Colin. You should go with him.”
Haft says, “Lady Avery, I am assigned to protect /you/.”
Avery dips her head. “And what an excellent job you’ve done, Haft, but I really think Sir Colin would benefit from having you on his travels.”
“We don’t as yet know that he means to travel anywhere, save perhaps to return home, which is no great distance,” Haft points out.
Avery nods at this. “Hmm, you are right.”
Haft says, “If you are concerned, you might ask Lord Peridan to dispatch an escort to accompany Sir Colin back. A soldier or two, one with experience in field medicine perhaps.”
Avery says, “I will speak to him about it.”
Haft nods. “Hopefully he’s the sort of man who will listen to the healers henceforth, whatever his prior urgency, and take a good long rest here.”
Avery chuckles lightly. “We can hope.”
Haft asks, “Perhaps you know better. You are friends?”Avery blinks. “Sir Colin and I?”
Haft says, “Yes.”Avery nods slowly. “Uh, yes. We have known one another for quite some time.”
Haft asks, “So? Is he the kind of man to listen to the healers and take his bedrest?”
Avery shakes her head. “Not when he thinks there are more important things to tend to.”
Haft makes a face. “Than an escort might be the best option.”Avery says, “I think so.”
Haft says, “Well, I guess we’ll have to wait and see what he plans.”
Avery nods. “Perhaps.” She motions down the hallway. “I was just on my way to dinner. Shall we go together?”
Haft says, “As you wish,” indicating that she should precede him.