Varcola Gilpaen 23rd: Peculiarities & Humiliations

Gilpaen 23^rd

Released from the stables in the likeness of a dog released from his kennels, Klove was to grumble that I ought to properly know by this time my place. It was hardly the most genial of words and it only hardened me against him.

“You ought to know not to resist her ladyship, from this day onwards,” He grunted with a slight sneer in my direction.

“Mayhaps, and mayhaps you ought to know to address a servant of the gods with more respect,” was how I chose to retort.

The words had an immediate effect upon him, so that he seized a little staring at me in dismay and horror. Hardly noticing it, and hardly caring for it I walked on ahead of him within the grand hall, keen to eat.

Once again the meal was quite delicious, with Klove serving me with ill-grace and little joy. Though my legs still ached I attempted to keep from him the injuries yet he forced them up. Examining them with close attention ere he set them down and declared them to be recovering.

After this I departed for my chambers where I fell into a deep sleep.

It was after I had awoken that I left once more for the library, where it was that I was to seat myself and to re-dedicate myself to the task of noting the history of the barony. It was several hours before I was to descend down the stairs to devour the meal that Klove had prepared.

The Baroness for her part was to join me to discuss the history of her castle, as though naught had passed between us in the past day or two.

“It happened that while the next century, after the downfall of of the baroness I spoke to you of, there was a century of peace, of a increasing wealth and greatness for the castle. The only difficult came when the peasants lost their minds and chose to burn a portion of the castle, which resulted in the damaged east-wing you are familiar with.” She explained with the sort of vanity and sense of affection she was wholly incapable of towards other living beings.

“This fire, why did they set it?” I asked well-familiar with some of the results as I had seen the well-decorated east-wing that in spite of these details could not cloak the damage that had been inflicted upon it. Notably in its blackened stones that pockmarked the floor and the walls with some parts of the building having never been rebuilt.

I worried if only to myself, that I had perhaps given voice then to my actual sentiments towards her peculiar family history and her person.

This was certainly not the case as I soon discovered, when she waved her hand dismissively, “It is hardly of any concern why they did what they did, they were mad that is all.”

Frustrated, I was confine myself to simply making disrespectful remarks regarding her in this journal at a later time.

Looking further into the details of her family history of the Baroness, I was startled to discover further in my reading that all of the rulers of Dunkeltrübinsel were of the fairer sex. Bewildered, I could not quite grasp this and was to ask the lady what this could mean, to which she only shrugged and said no sons were born.

There was however a gleam in her eyes that I had become accustomed to, and come to know as proof that she was lying.

What was all the worst I found was that there was no record of husbands and lovers, to the great many women who populated the history of the isle, at least in regards to the Baroness. Disgusted by this and uncertain of what it could mean, I was to keep my suspicions to myself.

There was something peculiar about the family history, something that put it entirely at odds with the rest of the world. So that I knew then, it was not to be trusted that the record was untrustworthy because how could anyone trust such a record without half the family tree.