#kc_necropolis

"And Coradel. Baroness Coradel." He corrects his hastiness.

"She is... not Liam, August. Are you sure she can be trusted with matters of House politics, perhaps even intrigues?"

"We have in the past." Calmly, with dignity.

He ponders this, then "I would not, for all the world, drive a wedge between two truehearts, particularly one who has been such an ally to our cause in the past when a brother speaks for her so. Very well, but let her know she should keep it in strictest confidence, I beg you."

He nods. "Of course." With such gravity that the Father Knight might think, just for a moment, he spoke to one of higher rank.

An incline of the head, perhaps a recognition of that, "There are others of the House in other areas I may inform. Tell me, do you know Sir Franklyn of Rivervale?"

"I do. He was Derynwydd's mentor to complete her Fostering belatedly."

"I can take the information to him, if you wish. Or Derynwydd can."

"Yes, actually, if she would," He pulls out another paper, and begins to write a letter "I would not presume to dictate to the Baroness, but if her ties to Sir Franklyn are stronger- it would be of great assistance."

He nods, and waits for the letter; as task he is familiar with.

The father hands the letter over along with a copy or two of the same photo, "Thank you, my boy. I know you didn't come here to be handed tasks"

He smiles gently. "I'm glad to be of help, Father."

A smile in return, "The House is blessed to have you."

With things arranged, and a charge accepted, it looks like others are here to see Fr. Boccedelle

And so August departs.

(End Scene)