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Post by Maester Percival on Jun 4, 2016 13:32:41 GMT
Percival stood in the aisle of the library. He was holding a large volume and studying ever word closely. He thought this library an embarrassment. The Targaryens had bankrupted themselves building that blasted sept, but did not even bother to acquire a halfway decent collection of books. It was no wonder they were no longer living in the Red Keep. The book he was reading was dull, but much better then spending any time with the Blackfort family.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jun 4, 2016 13:35:48 GMT
Violet, however, had not seen so many books since she left the motherhouse, and she had certainly not seen so many secular books. She was, therefore, suitably impressed with the collection. Looking for a book of romances, she spotted Perceval and decided to ask for help. After all, he wore a maester's robes and maesters were the wisest men in the Seven Kingdoms.
"Excuse me," she said politely. "I wonder if you could help me, please?"
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Post by Maester Percival on Jun 4, 2016 13:52:39 GMT
Percival closed his eyes feeling a headache coming on. Did this twit not see that he was reading. He opened his eyes, and looked up at her. He recognized her from the Blackfort table but did not know her name. "I am sorry. What was that?" He asked drolly. His eyes studied her face closely.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jun 4, 2016 13:54:29 GMT
"Hello. I'm sorry to disturb you, but I was hoping you could hep me find a book? I thought you might know the library quite well and I might never have the chance to come here again."
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Post by Maester Percival on Jun 4, 2016 13:59:49 GMT
Percival smirked cruelly, though his words did not reflect this. "But of course, my lady. I have had little time in this library, but it is so small that finding you any thing you desire will be the simplest of tasks. What were you looking for?" He closed the large history in his hands with a loud thunk and tucked it under his arm. He had already decided to steal that tome for his own private collection.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jun 4, 2016 14:06:45 GMT
"I'm looking for a book of courtly romances," she confided. "Tales of chivalry and love, you know? I want to read about brave knights and fair maids." She paused a moment and said "Are you new to King's Landing then? I was sure you must be one of the king's own maesters."
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Post by Maester Percival on Jun 4, 2016 14:16:01 GMT
"Romances..." Percival repeated her word, and nodded slowly, "You mean one of those stories where the lady is saved at the last moment by the gallant hero? Or a knight is able to slay a hundred men because of the love of his new love." He quirked his lips and started walking, "Follow me. I am not the King's Maester. I have been assigned to serve at Harrenhal with a family of shepards and drunkards just raised to lordship. I doubt you would have ever heard their name before." He stopped and pointed at several volumes, "Here are some novels of romance. You do not sound like you want any tragedies."
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jun 4, 2016 14:25:54 GMT
Her heart skipped a beat. So this was to be their own maester when they returned to Harrenhal. That was interesting, though his scorn troubled her. She decided, therefore, to take advantage of his ignorance. It might come in useful one day.
"You are very kind, maester. You're right, of course. Tragedies would not make pleasant reading so soon after the war. I need something to lift my spirits."
Browsing the books, she added, "So you are for Harrenhal, then? But surely this new family could not be half as bad as Mad Danelle Lothston. They say she bathed in blood and performed black magic."
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Post by Maester Percival on Jun 4, 2016 14:50:43 GMT
Percival smiled to himself and was looking through the titles, "Do you prefer a poetic touch? There are some rather epic romantic verses." He took one down for her. "You are right. They are not as bad Mad Danelle Lothston. Take that for the compliment it is." He smiled to himself and offered her the book. "Though I can not figure out what my new lord did to insult the new King so greatly. It worries me to no end." He stared right into Violet's eyes with a knowing smirk.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jun 4, 2016 15:00:59 GMT
She held a book in her hands as she looked at him. She began to understand that he did know who she was after all. But she decided to keep up her act of innocence after all.
"You are suggesting that Harrenhal is not the reward it seems? Why is that? Do you truly believe in curses?"
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Post by Maester Percival on Jun 4, 2016 15:08:16 GMT
"Curses are lies men tell themselves." Percival replied. His eyes looked down at the volume in her hands, "Have you read that volume? I think it is exactly the kind of tale you are looking for." He crossed his arms in front of his chest, "I do not think a keep is a curse in the way you asking. It is a curse because every house in the Riverlands, and many outside will hate that a family of peasants was gifted the largest keep. They will do everything in their power to make that family fall so far that there name is merely a single line in the finished history of Harrenhal."
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jun 4, 2016 15:28:03 GMT
It was no easy thing to keep the smile on her face but she manged it.
"I hate to disagree with a learned man but I cannot share your opinion," she replied. "Many houses have faced adversity and survived. Why not House Blackfort? All houses come from somewhere and humble beginnings may become a glorious future."
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Post by Maester Percival on Jun 4, 2016 15:38:59 GMT
Percival nodded slowly his eyes on her, "Indeed, many houses have. And I did have some hope for the house to at least survive their enemies. I did until I met my new Lord yesterday. He is passionate, proud and a skilled warrior, but with out a doubt he is the worse man to be leading his house at the current time." Percival gave small shrug as he finished speaking. And then reached out and tapped the book, "Did you already this one. I can find another if you prefer."
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jun 4, 2016 15:56:50 GMT
She smiled sweetly. "No, I have not read it. The Tale of Ser Gawen and the Green Knight. It sounds delightful, just the thing I was after. I'm sure I will enjoy it very much."
She paused for a moment. "So you did not much like Lord Blackfort, then? What a pity."
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Post by Maester Percival on Jun 4, 2016 16:17:41 GMT
Percival shook his head and smirked again. "I am glad you like the choice. It is trite, but the verses sing as you read them." He then crossed his arms slowly back in front of his bed, a hand playing with the links of his chain. "I do not think a Maester should speak poorly of his Lord. I think him a great warrior, but I also think his family does not need a great warrior at the moment."
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