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The Wedding (Part 3)

Things had been better while sitting next to Isturon.  They waited as each of their sisters came over.  Of course, they were curious about his name.  Some of them mentioned how he had similarities to other family members.  Esladra came out and asked if Vaildor was actually Hethurin’s son.  Isturon had gently insisted that Vaildor was only a local orphan with a coincidental name and likeness.  She seemed to believe it.  All in all, it was going fairly well.

At least it was, until Verisna stepped up to the table where the three men sat.

“Hello, Mother.”  Hethurin said, warning the other two to look up from Vaildor’s drawing.  A glance sideways showed him that Vaildor looked up with a big smile.

“You, you imposter!  You weasel your way into this family by claiming you’re my son!  What are you after?  An inheritance?  I’ll make sure you get none, you little con-artist.”

Vaildor’s short-lived smile faded quickly, replaced with a look of shock.

“Verisna.  There’s some misunderstanding.”  Isturon spoke gently, trying to smooth things over, “Lani has adopted him.  He’s just an orphan with…”

Verisna didn’t let him finish. “Liar.” she called him while looking him directly in the eyes.  “I’ve heard an entirely different story before.”  She looked Hethurin’s direction.

Hethurin bit his lip, “Oh.”

“Hethurin, how much did you tell her?”

“Everything.”

“The truth?”

Hethurin nodded, “I was on a roll with the truth.  It just kind of came out.”

Verisna’s brow went up.  She looked at Isturon, “He told me some crazed story about someone kidnapping him in timelines or something.  The boy needs help, and this other boy is just a con artist.”  She looked again at Vaildor, who still sat with a shocked look on his face.  “I know your type.  You crawled out of a gutter on Murder Row, decided you’d find a well off family that you look like and pretend to be a long lost relative.”

Vaildor shook his head.  He was visibly shaking now.

Verisna continued, looking again at Isturon.  “You can’t possibly believe the story that Sanimir’s telling.  No son of mine wastes his time scribbling on paper.”

Hethurin picked up one of Vaildor’s pencils and started doodling some stick figures along the edge of Vaildor’s paper.

“What do you think you’re doing?” his mother asked.

“Getting disowned.  I wish I had known this before.”

Verisna blinked.  “I didn’t mean you.  I meant this imposter.”

Hethurin opened his mouth to reply, with intentions on pointing out that when she said ‘no son’ it meant not any, including him, but he was cut short of saying anything when Vaildor quickly got up and ran inside.  He found himself saying instead, “I’ll go find him.”

He could hear his parents still arguing as he went towards the house.

“You can’t believe that story.”

“No.  I believe he’s an orphan from…”

“You know I’m right!  He’s a con artist.  You can go ahead and be stupid and put him in your will, but at least I know better.”

Hethurin shut the door behind himself, and started looking for Vaildor.

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Atonement 3

Hethurin Fairsong left the note in the bedroom, on the table near the fireplace.  Terellion would be able to find it easily if he needed to, and if he didn’t need to, then Hethurin would be back in time to dispose of it and tell him where he went for lunch in person.  He wasn’t really hungry again, but no doubt the person whom he planned to see today would try to feed him.  He hadn’t ate breakfast either, so maybe he’d be able to force something down.

He cast his teleport and appeared outside the house he wished to visit today along one of the fancier avenues of the city.  There was a gate in front.  Hethurin frowned.  He didn’t remember there being a front gate before when his mother dragged him along for visits with her sister.  He could teleport to the other side, but now he saw someone approaching.  It was a private guard, hired by the family to watch the gate.  Hethurin recalled seeing him before.

“Sanimir Lightmist!” the guard smiled as he began to unlock the gate.  “It’s been ages since you’ve come to visit.  Come in.  Come in!”

Hethurin twitched an ear at the use of his old name, but stepped up the walkway as he was let in.  He heard the man locking the gate behind him.  “I’ve come to visit my mother.  Is she available to see me?”

“I’m sure she’ll be thrilled to know that you’re here.  Come this way, please.”

The guard led him inside and to a sitting room.  Hethurin knew there was more than one, and that this one was more of a visitor’s waiting room more than anything else.  He sat and waited.

After a few minutes he heard someone approaching quickly.  He looked up just as his mother appeared in the doorway.  “Sanimir!  You’re really here!” She ran to him, her arms open and outstretched, and embraced him.

Hethurin had little choice but to allow himself to be hugged.  He decided he did have a choice of whether or not to hug her back.  He didn’t.  He twitched his ear again at use of his old name, and looked towards the hallway she had come from.  There was someone else there now.

“Oh, have you met Bailas Morningray yet?  Of course you haven’t.  You’ve only just arrived, and it’s been months since I last saw you.  You really should visit more often, dear.  Anyway, this is Bailas.  He was here to clean the pool one day.  I convinced him to stay.  Bailas, this is my son, Sanimir.”

Hethurin twitched an ear, “Hi.  You can call me Hethurin.”  He looked at the man a bit unsure of what else to say.  He was young, handsome, and muscular.  There was no doubt in Hethurin’s mind that he was only seeing his mother for her money.

The man nodded in greeting.  Before he could say anything, Verisna asked, “Are you still using that name?”

“Yes, mother.  I don’t intend to stop.”

His mother smiled, a reaction that Hethurin wasn’t expecting.  “Your poor father.  Not only does he know his name ends with you, but the Lightmists will be known as poor farmers when they’re all gone.  Rather amusing, don’t you think?” A satisfied smile stayed on her face for a moment before she spoke again, changing the subject.  “We were about to have lunch on the patio.  Come, there’s enough for you too.”

Hethurin followed his mother and her friend to the patio behind the house.  His mother poured an extra glass of wine and set it in front of him.

“You know you could teach here.  Some of the Silvermoon schools are looking for more teachers.  You could even stay here with us if you wanted.  You don’t have to stay out in the Ghostlands to teach.”

“I like the Ghostlands.”

“But it must get so boring having to do all the administrative work as well.  If you taught here in Silvermoon, someone else would take care of that for you.”

“I like doing my own work.”

His mother frowned and sipped her wine.  “Certainly, it’s easier to live here in the city.  You have all that you need close by.”

“I can teleport.”  Hethurin reached for some bread.  “Actually, I came here to talk to you about some things Sanimir did.”

His mother looked at him.  He looked at his mother’s friend.

“Bailas, love, perhaps you could go check with the cook to make sure the meal is done on time.”

“Of course.”  He stood and leaned to kiss Verisna before going.

Hethurin sat in his chair and cringed while trying not to look.  After he left, Hethurin asked, “How old is he?  He can’t be over 100.”

His mother shrugged and sipped her wine.  “You really should stay here.  Maybe then you’d learn how mature he is.  What was it you came to talk about?”

Hethurin decided to go ahead with why he was here, and forget about Bailas.  “Okay, I have confessions.”

His mother raised a brow.

“A lot of times, when I was little, I would drop dishes and break them, by mistake, but I’d blame my sisters, and that wasn’t by mistake.  I did that because I could get away with it.”

“I’m not worried about some old dishes, Sanimir.”

“That’s not all.  Once I was running around the table in the dining room, and Aranae was with me, and we were just playing.  I pulled the table cloth by accident, and broke a vase on the table.  That vase had flowers that Nessna had just gathered for you from the woods, and you were mad, and I felt really bad, but I blamed Aranae and you believed me.”

“That vase used to be your grandmother’s.  I remember that.  You broke it?”

Hethurin nodded.

“It always was an ugly vase.”

Hethurin frowned, “Once I saved a mouse from a cat outside, and I brought the mouse inside and I was going to keep it, but it got away.  I don’t know where it went.”

His mother paled and stared at him for a moment before taking another sip of her wine.  She put the wine glass down.  “Thankfully, I’ve moved.”

“I don’t think mice live that long, mother.”

She shrugged.

“Another time I climbed a cabinet and it tipped over and fell on me.  Esladra saved me, but the cabinet was broken and a bunch of the things that fell out of the cabinet broke.  You came to see what the noise was, and I told you that Esladra did it.  I had a couple of scrapes from it and she pointed those out, but then I said that she did that just to make it look like me, and you believed me.”

“What is your point with all of this?”

“Another time, you left Vallindra to watch me, and she was supposed to give me supper while you and father went out.  She did, but she didn’t let me do other things I wanted to do, like walk on furniture and jump on my bed, so I told you that she didn’t feed me, and you believed me.”

“Sanimir–”

“My name is Hethurin.  However, someone named Sanimir showed up at the school a few weeks ago and dropped off a kid named Vaildor.  He was my alternate self from another timeline.  He kidnapped Vaildor from our timeline and left a dead baby in his place.  He was raising him in another timeline and now he’s a teenager and staying with Lani.”

“I know some people you could talk to.  You need help.  You need to stay.  I’ll take care of everything.”

“No.  That was the last one.  I have to go.”  Hethurin cast his teleport back to the school.

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Verisna’s List

 

Gathrodion Hawkstar:

  • Has a ridiculous name.

  • I’ve heard worse.

  • Older, maybe too old for the girl.

  • Older, maybe better to keep her in line.  Then again, if her father can’t handle keeping her out of trouble, maybe no one can.

  • Met with him over lunch.  His parents are deceased, and he has put himself on the market to find a wife.  He seemed disinterested in anything I was saying, and only looked at me when I was directly answering a question he had asked.

  • Lani doesn’t need anyone to pay attention to her.  He’ll be no worse than her father.

  • Lives in Eversong.  The girl would have to travel quite a ways everyday to get to Silvermoon to work, or start her own practice.

  • Has a large house and his own money.  She’ll be fine traveling.  Or she can just stop working and have babies.

 

Limben Sin’manar:

  • Met with him and his parents over tea at their home.  He’s a bit on the young side, and they’re not as well-off as I’d like.

  • Lani makes more than enough to cover the expenses of living with a man.  Maybe she’ll like someone thirty years younger than her.

  • He wasn’t bad looking, but I spent the entire afternoon praying to the light he had nothing more to say.  He always had something more to say, and his breath… I could smell it from across the room!

  • Maybe the girl knows of a mouth rinse to recommend for him.

  • Everything I said, his mother had to outdo me.  I mentioned that my husband is a priest.  She said her brother’s wife’s cousin’s hairdresser’s father was a priest for only the most important people in Silvermoon.  It was the same thing all afternoon.

  • After the wedding, the parents of the newlyweds rarely see each other anymore.  It would be Lani’s problem to deal with, not mine.

  • His father kept muttering things under his breath.

  • Again, Lani’s problem.  At least the father’s breath didn’t smell like a skunk had died in his mouth.

 

Rindir Blazenblade:

  • He’s of the appropriate age for Lanthiriel, but he’s missing a foot.  Most of the eligible men her age are off to fight in Kalimdor now.

  • And the eligible men in Kalimdor are going to get maimed too.  She can get used to a missing foot.

  • He doesn’t work.

  • His parents have money.

  • He wasn’t very smart either.  He asked a couple of the same questions twice, and claimed he forgot.

  • He might have been nervous.  I met him with his mother.  His father’s gone to fight.

  • He’s very gossipy.

  • As long as I’m careful to say nothing about my family, I should invite him to tea sometime.

Faeldaer Dayglow:

  • Fail, dear.

  • That’s one of the worst, to be honest.

  • He was short, and skinny.  Lani may weigh more than him.

  • But he is the right age for her.

  • His voice was nasal and high-pitched.  I spent the whole lunch hoping he’d shut up, and let his mother talk more.

  • There are ways to plug your ears.  I’m sure the girl knows that.

  • He was mouthy with his mother.  He’d probably be mouthy with a wife as well.

  • If I were vengeful, he’d be perfect.

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