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Chapter
34: Mutual Blackmail
Alyssa cried throughout most of the
ride home. Edwinna held her close, resting her little sister’s head against
her shoulder as she ran her fingers through Alyssa’s neatly combed hair. The
silt strider driver glanced back a few times, clearly perplexed, but upon
finding himself the recipient of one of Edwinna’s menacing glares, he made sure
to mind his own business. Edwinna signed, unsure how to comfort her sobbing
sister. Her heart ached for her, but she wasn’t sure what she could do at the
moment.
“There, there now… I’ll take care
of this for you. You took care of me, so I’ll take care of you now, alright?”
Edwinna said soothingly, searching her mind for a solution, “And don’t think
I’m not appreciative of your concern for me. Things will get better, you’ll
see.”
“You don’t even have a guild
guide,” Alyssa cried, “And I’m sorry to say it, but most of the Guild is
furious with you.” Edwinna sighed sharply.
“It’s not your concern, Alyssa.
It’s my own fault, really. But it will get sorted out eventually. The
needless drama just needed to stop, that’s all,” Edwinna replied, “I can get
another guild guide. They aren’t the easiest to come by, but… it’s a good
position. Heck, if Erranil suddenly has a change of heart, I would even
consider giving her old job back. I just don’t want her – or anyone else for
that matter – spreading poison under my watch. The others have calmed down
already since she’s left. They’re just… a little overworked right now. They
need to rest.”
“I think it’s a disaster,” cried
Alyssa. Edwinna laughed softly.
“Well, perhaps you should take a
little vacation too then,” Edwinna replied with a smile, “It will all be better
when you come back. People get fired all the time. But in the meantime… you know
I’ll always be here for you, alright? I’m your sister, after all. You’re the
only family I have, and I love you.” At this, Alyssa smiled, just a bit.
“I love you too, Edwinna,” she
replied as her sister hugged her closer.
“Now let’s see… what were your
options in Great House Telvanni again?” Edwinna asked, “I recall you said you
were looking for a patron?” Alyssa sighed.
“I don’t think I want to have
anything to do with House Telvanni. Not if it is run as Tiram says it is. All
of the councilors I’ve met seem completely insane, or just plain… frightening,
really. I want to stay as far away from them as possible,” Alyssa glared.
“Hmm… I thought you said that one
or two of them sounded alright?” Edwinna asked. Alyssa shook her head.
“I thought Master Aryon seemed
pleasant enough… but… he’s Tiram’s master, I suppose. I should have known.
Aryon even mentioned that he spoke to Tiram on occasion and I didn’t think
anything of it. He probably knew all about me even before I arrived at his
tower, and he didn’t let on. And Tiram seemed to be pushing me in his
direction, too,” she sighed, “I’m so stupid. I’ve been taking all of Tiram’s
advice without question. Who knows what troubles I could have gotten myself
into?” Her heart sank. How could she have been so mislead? She had liked
Aryon… but then… she had liked Tiram too. She turned, glaring off into the red
sky above them. They were nearing the ashlands – soon they would be back in
Ald’ruhn. Alyssa was only thankful that they had not arrived in the midst of a
storm.
“Well alright, I can see how that
would be a problem… wasn’t there another though?” Edwinna asked. Alyssa shook
her head.
“Well… I was going to visit
Mistress Dratha in Tel Mora when I was over at Master Aryon’s tower – they are
right across the water from one another, you see – but… I had to cut my visit a
little short. So I don’t know much about her other than the fact that her
research involves necromancy and…” suddenly Alyssa smiled, “…she has no men on
her island.” She laughed out loud. Edwinna chuckled.
“Sounds like she might offer you
the break you need then,” Edwinna offered. Alyssa nodded, feeling suddenly
hopeful.
“Yes, I could use a break from men,
I suppose,” she admitted, “I mean… how much trouble could I get into on an
island of women?” Edwinna laughed.
“Knowing you… I am almost afraid to
find out. Just try to use some common sense. I’m sure there will probably be
some aspects which might seem a little out-of-place, but that’s only because
there are little problems everywhere you go. There isn’t any such thing as
paradise really. Although…” she sighed, “If things were different, I think
sometimes that I might have found it… but I had to let it slip through my
fingers. The world is cruel, Alyssa. You can only learn to get by in it.
Don’t let it get to you, alright? There is always something beautiful just
around the corner… it’s just that you sometimes have to go through dark
corridors if you want to get to it. Never give up.”
“You mean Baladas? Hmm, well… I
thought I had found paradise once, too,” Alyssa whispered, “But then… well…
then he went away. He’s probably dead now. And I’ll never even know for
sure.”
“Alyssa! That’s horrible! You are
talking about your mystery admirer, right? I remember vaguely that you’d met
him but… oh Alyssa, I’m so sorry for you,” Edwinna replied soothingly, brushing
Alyssa’s tears from her eyes.
“It doesn’t matter,” she replied
coldly, “He was already angry with me when he left. The last memory he’ll have
of me will likely be disappointment. But even if he did come back… well, he’d
just be even more disappointed in me after this. And I don’t think I could
take it. I really don’t.” Edwinna sighed.
“There were circumstances involved,
Alyssa. I hope your lover can see that, otherwise he isn’t worth it,” she
replied.
“Anarenen said that too,” Alyssa
whispered. Edwinna looked surprised.
“Anarenen?” she asked. Alyssa
nodded.
“He took care of me when I came
back. He wouldn’t let me leave for Gnisis when I arrived at the Guild because
of my… condition,” she grimaced, reaching a hand to her head instinctively as
she remembered the pain she had felt that morning, “I’m glad he didn’t let me
go. Whatever else you say, Edwinna… he’s a good mer. And I like him.”
“Hmm… well, I like him too,” mused
Edwinna, a little surprised, “And it is good of him to look after you. Perhaps
when we get back you wouldn’t mind helping him out a little? I know he’s very
busy. Only if you’re well rested enough, of course. I just… have a few
errands to run in Vivec, if you know what I mean.”
“Like what?” asked Alyssa
suspiciously.
“Let’s just say I have a few choice
words to share with our Archmage’s chief advisor,” she glared.
~*~
“Tiram Gadar,” Edwinna hissed. The
dark-haired Dunmer glanced coolly to the side as he sat at a desk, carefully
inscribing something on parchment. He smiled.
“Is there something I can do for
you, my dear?” he asked calmly. Edwinna opened her mouth to speak, but in a
moment they were interrupted.
“Edwinna Elbert! Hello there! I
was just going to send a message for you,” a voice called excitedly from
behind. Edwinna turned, startled to see the Archmage running up the stairs
behind her.
“I’ve, uh, received some rather
puzzling reports as of late. It seems that one of your former guildmates may
have been a Telvanni spy! You do know which one I’m referring to, don’t you?”
Trebonius asked, narrowing his eyes in excitement and anticipation. Edwinna
blinked.
“Um… are… you talking about
Erranil?” she asked, clearly perplexed. Trebonius laughed out loud, clapping
his hands together.
“Ah ha! I knew it. I knew it was
too much. First Ranis then… well, surely the entire Guild can’t be filled with
Telvanni spies in high ranking positions! They would have nothing to do but
spy on themselves! So why the pretense? Why the political struggles and
constant threat of war? I KNEW that little Altmer was lying!” Trebonius
gushed, looking quite pleased with himself. Tiram raised his eyebrow, shooting
a coy glance at Edwinna, who only stared, speechless.
“Well… she was stirring up trouble
in my Guild, so… I fired her,” Edwinna finally replied, still confused.
Trebonius nodded eagerly.
“Yup! That’s what they do! Those
Telvanni are all alike. I swear that none of them has the slightest bit of
common sense. They are so… so obvious!” he gushed. Tiram laughed softly, an
amused look on his face.
“Anyway, she came in only yesterday
with some phony report implicating YOU as a spy, but I just knew it couldn’t be
true so I had Tiram read it over first. He found a number of holes with her
report so I had him do some background research on your accuser. It turns out
you were right to fire her. Several years back she was spending quite a bit of
time in Wolverine Hall… quite close to the Telvanni headquarters in Sadrith
Mora. Too close, in my opinion. She claimed she was only on Guild business,
but I could see right through that lie! I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!”
Trebonius smiled triumphantly.
“Yes, it seems to be the pattern of
Telvanni spies to sew discord and hostilities within the Guild before they are
finally rooted out. Erranil was likely aiming for your position, Edwinna, and
after disposing you with false accusations of spying for Great House Telvanni,
she may have hoped to earn herself a promotion – perhaps the guildhall in
Ald’ruhn, hmm? With Ranis disposed of, the Great House lost a high ranking
position within the Guild – a position which undoubtedly warranted
replacement. Accusing you was a wise move to play on our paranoia over recent
events. But there was a flaw in this argument: as Trebonius pointed out, it
would be illogical for the Great House to replace all of the guildmasters with
their own people – it would be a waste of resources,” Tiram replied calmly,
crossing his arms pleasantly. Edwinna only stared.
“Yes, I um… suspected this might be
the case, which is why I came to warn you,” she finally lied, trying to hide
her confusion over what she was hearing. Whatever the truth, it appeared to be
in her best interests to play along with it. At least for now.
“Excellent! On behalf of the Guild
of Mages, I commend you for your services in ousting the foul Telvanni from our
midst! I should… I should give you an award! Yes… yes that’s it… in reward
for your services! Um…” Trebonius glanced around quickly, reaching into his
pockets in confusion, “Tiram? We have a suitable reward for Edwinna, don’t
we?” Tiram smiled.
“But of course we do. I will fetch
her something suitable for her services shortly. I am sure you have many more
important matters to attend to. I can take care of this. You are the
Archmage, after all,” mused Tiram. Trebonius looked perplexed for a moment,
then suddenly his eyes lit up.
“Ah yes! I am in the midst of
reading some very important reports from Cyrodiil! You understand of course.
But if you should need anything further… I’m sure Tiram would be more than
happy to take care of you!” Trebonius replied happily, grabbing an apple from
the table and tossing it back and forth in his hands as he returned to his
duties… whatever they were. Edwinna blinked. Tiram stood, gathering the
scrolls in front of him.
“Will that be all, my dear? Or is
there something else you would care to discuss?” he asked coyly. Edwinna
inhaled sharply, unsure how to proceed. Her name was cleared, as promised.
Instead of being reprimanded, she found herself being rewarded. But Alyssa’s
tears flashed through her mind, and she resolved to keep her promise. Her
sister had gone to great lengths for her own benefit, and she would be remiss
not to return the sentiment… no matter what the consequences.
“My sister,” she finally hissed,
her gray eyes narrowing menacingly at the Dunmer mage before her. He laughed.
“So she had a change of heart, I
see? I figured she might. She’ll be fine though… I did nothing with her that
she did not agree to,” he replied with a wink. So, he would not even deny it.
Edwinna could feel her blood boiling. She clenched her fists.
“How could you,” she whispered,
“She’s just a little girl. She trusted you.”
“Mmm, well, she’s more a woman than
you give her credit for. Trust me on that one,” he said with a wink, “She
still has a bit of growing up to do, but if anything this little lesson will
help speed her along. She just needs to learn how the world works. You can’t
have everything for free, now can you?” Edwinna’s jaw dropped.
“You mean you feel justified in
doing this to her?!” she spat. Quickly, Tiram moved to grab her, covering her
mouth to silence her.
“Do you want to give yourself
away?” he whispered quietly. Edwinna struggled, biting down hard on his palm.
He jumped back, tearing his hand away.
“Alright. Have it your way then.
But not here. It wouldn’t be good for either of us,” Tiram said, “Meet me
downstairs at the Black Shaulk Cornerclub in half an hour.” Edwinna glared at
him.
“No. Let’s finish this now,” she
replied coldly. Tiram glared back, his red eyes glowing.
“You are as passionate as your
sister – and just as impatient. Does it ever occur to either of you to look
before you leap? If we leave together now, it will arouse suspicion. But you
are welcome to go on ahead of me, if it so pleases you. I will meet you there
shortly, when things will appear less… conspicuous,” he replied coolly.
Edwinna’s blood was boiling and she gritted her teeth.
“Fine,” she replied, “But if you
don’t show… it will be your funeral.” Tiram laughed.
“Mmm… don’t you worry. I’ll be
there,” he replied with a wink, “In the meantime, do try to calm yourself down
some, hmm? Your crisis has been narrowly averted… for the time being. You
wouldn’t want to ruin that now, would you, my dear?” Edwinna opened her mouth
to reply, then thought better of it.
“I hate you,” she finally
whispered. Tiram laughed.
“Ah, don’t worry about that. I’m
used to it,” he said with a wink.
~*~
Edwinna paced angrily back and
forth in the Black Shaulk Cornerclub. Where was Tiram? Some of the patrons
had whistled at her when she arrived, but a menacing glare, combined with some
blue sparks from her fingertips, quieted them down soon enough. She wanted to
kill all of them. Perhaps that might quiet her rage some before Tiram
arrived? She smiled at the thought. Ah, but it would not calm her desire to
kill Tiram himself any less. Poor Alyssa… it sickened her that her sister had
gone through with this ordeal.
“Would you care for a glass of
sujamma?” a deep gruff voice called from behind her. Edwinna spun around,
finding herself once again face to face with Tiram. She placed her hands on
her hips, wondering how long he had been there.
“I would not,” she replied
crossly. Tiram shrugged.
“Suit yourself,” he replied,
tossing a coin at the bartender as he poured the red liquid into a tall
goblet. Edwinna only stared. He did not seem the slightest bit put off by her
presence or accusations.
“Shall we?” he replied, gesturing
downstairs. Edwinna followed him silently, finding herself in a small room
with a table and a bed in the corner. She glared menacingly.
“You’ve got a lot of nerve. Is
this where you have been taking my sister?” she asked coldly. Tiram shrugged.
“I find that I am not disturbed
here and can converse freely. Alyssa wanted accurate information on Great
House Telvanni – a topic not well received in the Guild. I gave it to her,” he
replied, leaning back and sipping his sujamma calmly.
“You gave her more than advice,
from what I’ve been told,” Edwinna replied harshly, “She’s too good for you,
Tiram. You aren’t worthy of her, and you never will be.” Tiram laughed.
“You’re really upset about this,
aren’t you, my dear?” he smiled, “Your sister isn’t any worse for the wear, I
assure you. I was only borrowing her for a bit. No harm done.”
“She’s distraught,” Edwinna
glared. Tiram sighed.
“Listen, I just saved you and your
sorry career… the least you can do is show me some gratitude. I’m sorry about
your sister’s fragile emotional state – but just give it a few days, alright?
She wasn’t as resistant as she likely made herself out to be – she was rather
good, actually. She’ll be fine. She’s got a lot going for her. She just has
to accept the world as it is: neither good nor evil, simply… existing. There
is an order to things, a give and take if you will,” he replied. Edwinna’s
fingertips glowed red. She could kill him. There would be no witnesses. Tiram
raised an eyebrow, sipping his sujamma slowly as he watched her.
“I could kill you right here,” she
hissed.
“You won’t, though,” he replied
calmly, still watching her. Edwinna stood quickly, advancing on him
menacingly. Tiram’s red eyes widened.
“What makes you so sure?” she
glared. For a moment Tiram only stared at her. Finally he gestured to the
papers in front of him.
“Because I know that everything in
these documents is true,” he replied, “And I know more than that besides.”
“That just gives me an even better
reason to kill you,” she replied coldly.
“If you kill me, who will cover for
you and your lover?” he replied, “When last I checked, Erranil was hardly your
only obstacle in the Guild. Sooner or later others would become suspicious.
Trebonius isn’t very bright, but I can assure you that given enough evidence he
would dispose you – quickly and efficiently. He’s quite powerful, despite his
incompetence. And where would you find refuge? In the arms of your beloved
Telvanni master? The Guild would hunt you down – both of you. You’re playing
with fire, Edwinna. Sooner or later, you’re going to get burnt.”
“I don’t care,” she replied,
letting a red flame dance menacingly within her open palms, “And I know your
secret as well Tiram. Or should I say… Master Aryon’s spy?” Tiram chuckled.
“Did Baladas tell you why he left
the council?” Tiram replied, crossing his arms. Edwinna’s eyes widened.
“No. But from what I hear, you are
all a bunch of insane lunatics,” she replied, backing off slightly in surprise.
“He’s a traitor. He betrayed the
Telvanni to the Empire. And now… Great House Telvanni is just as aware of your
liaisons as the Guild is. How do you think it looks for him, bedding an
Imperial Guildmistress after betraying the House to the Empire? Furthermore
he’s a coward. Rather than stand up for what he had done, he fled. Why do you
think he hides in Gnisis, where the eyes of paranoid peasants are always
watching for strange activity – as far as possible from the seat of the Great
House? A little odd for a Telvanni Master, don’t you think? I imagine he
would have left Vvardenfell altogether were it not for his precious dwarves.”
Tiram replied coolly. Edwinna gasped, nearly falling back into her chair.
“Baladas just wants to be left alone!
He is a researcher – he doesn’t have time for the petty games you play!” she
replied, her eyes widening even as her voice faltered. Tiram leaned forward, a
smug grin on his face.
“Who are you trying to convince, me
or you?” he replied coolly. Edwinna shook her head.
“No,” she whispered.
“Believe it or not, your Baladas
was once the rising star of Great House Telvanni. He sold them out to keep his
Dwemer research projects safe from the grasp of the Empire. A selfish move,
and one that cost him dearly,” Tiram replied.
“Why are you telling me this?”
Edwinna asked. Tiram laughed.
“Don’t you see? You’ve put your
lover in quite a bit of danger over the past few months. It wasn’t only you I
was looking after. You see… if Baladas could be convinced to rejoin the
council, it would cause quite a stir amongst the older members. My patron,
Master Aryon, would very much like to see this happen. But it must be done
cautiously. Baladas is older than he seems, and more powerful as well. He
would make a great ally,” Tiram mused. Edwinna glared.
“If he’s a traitor, why would you
want him back?” Edwinna asked suspiciously.
“It is my patron who wants him, not
me,” Tiram replied with a shrug, “And even I do not know what plans Aryon has
for him within the Great House.”
“He would never join you,” she
hissed.
“Listen, I know your secret, and
you know mine. So let’s be frank. We’re both guilty. But you want to keep
your position, and you want to keep yourself and Baladas safe, is that not so?”
Tiram glared.
“We are not the same. Unlike you,
I did not coerce any innocent, trusting girls into my bed,” Edwinna glared, “No
matter what else you may or may not have done for me, I will not forgive you
for what you did to my sister.”
“Hmm… but last time I checked this
report… you were having improper relations with your alchemist, and putting the
entire Guild at risk through your lust-driven research collaboration with
Baladas Demnevanni. Not to mention the trouble you may have caused each of
your lovers through your own selfish actions. You are hardly one to lecture me
on sexual ethics,” Tiram mused, “After all, nothing I did was illegal. And
nothing much will come of it. In fact, I do believe Alyssa learned a few
things – and the advice I gave her regarding the Great House is good. As for
your actions on the other hand… well, that’s why I’m holding this report, now
isn’t it?” He grinned. Edwinna was speechless.
“What is your game plan, Tiram? I
know you have one,” she finally replied.
“Hmm. Well. For starters I would
like to keep things smooth for our mutual friend in Gnisis…” Tiram began.
“He claimed he only met you once –
I would hardly call that a friendship,” spat Edwinna. Tiram chuckled softly.
“Yes, and he nearly killed me when
I asked him to join the council… did he mention that?” Tiram winked. Edwinna
grinned.
“That sounds more like him,” she
replied. Tiram laughed.
“Very well, but I need you to
finish where I left off. I need you to convince Baladas to rejoin the
council,” he continued.
“I will do no such thing,” Edwinna
replied, shaking her head in defiance, “I will not use him as a pawn in
whatever game you and your master are playing. He does not wish to join the
council and I will not force him.”
“Hmm… this is unfortunate…” Tiram
mused, leaning back in his chair, “Because you see… if you are of no further
use to me, then I have no reason to go out of my way to keep either of you
safe.”
“And if you do not, then I shall
have no reason to let you live,” Edwinna replied, “I’m sure Trebonius would be
most interested to know that his chief advisor is a REAL Telvanni spy.” Tiram
laughed.
“He’ll never believe you. He takes
everything I tell him with a grain of sugar. If you speak against me he will
likely only attack you in turn,” he grinned, “I could tell him anything and he
would believe it without question. Sometimes I even play games to test him –
he trusts me unwaveringly. And nothing you could say would ever convince him
otherwise.” Edwinna glared, gritting her teeth.
“It wouldn’t stop me from killing
you,” she replied, “Provided you leave me no reason not to.”
“Hmm, then it seems we are at a
standstill. Mutual blackmail, so to say. Very well. You are free to go, and
I shall keep your secret provided that you keep mine,” he grinned, “Not that it
will get you very far, mind you. But I rather enjoy living, and you appear to
rather enjoy your career. And so we are agreed.”
“For now,” Edwinna spat, her blood
boiling. She would have her revenge… but not now, not here. Baladas himself
advised not killing Tiram… perhaps he was right. He did have his uses. But
surely there was something else that could be done… She sighed angrily.
“Very well. Then I take it we have
nothing further to discuss?” Tiram asked pleasantly, swirling his sujamma
around in his goblet leisurely as he looked up at the guildmistress with a coy
grin.
“Oh… that we do,” she whispered
menacingly, “Don’t you dare presume to think you’ve seen the last of me, Tiram
Gadar.”
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