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Insta-Scene: Feuding Lords

Published October 13, 2010 in Insta-scene - 0 Comments

My second Insta-Scene. It is set in a more medieval type world, though not in our world.

Hope you enjoy,

Cuyler Callahan

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Insta-Scene: Feuding Lords
“Blasted that Lord Natton,” Lord Ehorld snapped, smacking his open palms on the long wooden dinner table. His large grey dogs, lying in front of a huge rock fire place, lifted their massive heads lazily of the rug they lay on to look at their master.

“What is it now my dear husband,” Lady Stephas said wearily. That lord Natton had been a trouble for Lord Ehorld for some time now.

“He has moved his Peasants onto Jacobs Field again. I told him that is my land, it has always been my land, but he insists that his father and mine had made a deal that when my father died the Natton family would get the field.”

“Did they make such a deal?” Lady Stephas asked quizzically. She had heard this story already, but her job as Lady was to be concerned for her husband, and act the part well.

“You know they didn’t. I have searched the libraries, checked the wills, even sent over my own lawyer to check the Natton’s library with an order from the king himself. They found nothing. They can not come up with signed contract, then as far as I’m concerned its Ehorld land.”

“What are your plans?” Lady Stephas summoned a servant clad in a green and white working gown – Ehorld family colors- to pour her some more honey wine.

“I’m marching my troops onto Jacob’s field, getting rid of the peasants, and setting my own to work.” Lord Ehorld raised his glass to the servant to get a refill as well.

“Your going to kill peasants?” Lady stephas almost choked on her wine.

“Oh no no no, my dear. I’m just going to scare them off. When they run back to tell Lord Natton I have troops on the ground, he will have to either back off, or bring out his own. I’m not afraid to start an estate war, I have been building up my troops for some time. He has not.”

“Over a field?” Lady Stephas said, raising an eyebrow. She could only be the comforting wife for so long.

“My dear lady, it is a matter of principle.” Lord Ehorld stood up from his chair with a hand full of boar meat and walked over to the fireplace. He bent down and started hand feeding his dogs who took their meat carefully, but quickly.

He continued “If I let him walk over me, then he will take the field, then take more. I will take the field. I will send him a letter stating that if he attacks me, I will press further and take more of his land. He has a very small army. I have a bigger army. He knows that it would be bad to attack me. A war is very unlikely as it is because of this.”

“What about the king, he will not like a war between his estates?”

“My lady, us men like very simple things. I will send him a virgin wench, some extra ale, and extra food. He will be happy and turn a blind eye.”

“Well it sounds like you have it worked out husband. May I take my leave and head for the baths.” Lady Stephas asked, though moved to do it anyway, regardless of the answer. The proper conduct of a Lady must be followed in practice, but often disregarded. As long as the servants saw Lord Ehorld was the master, and she his lady, then all was fine. In secret, Lady Stephas helped with some of the very important decisions around the castle.

“Yes you may,” Ehorld mindlessly said, not looking from his dogs.

Lady Stephas watched her husband feed his dogs and bet them. She knew he loved those dogs very much. He would start a war over his dogs.

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Lord Natton paced his private quarters, his lady had been dismissed- she was annoying him. He called in his best friend, a soldier named Dekam that fought with him in the Dire War for the king. He was lord, his friend a soldier. Just because he rose to knighthood and beyond, and his friend did not, did not mean they were not friends. He took his friends council with much respect.

He paced, his boots clacking on the rock floor. His friend sat on a chair, watching Natton in a disarrayed state. Lord Natton sputtered in anger then finally said, “That Lord Ehorld attacked my peasants, put his in place on Jacob’s field, and now has troops watching the place. It is my field!”

“Where is the deed, you could bring this up to the king and not even have to fight. Lord Ehorld knows you don’t have as many troops as him, that is why he is taking this route.”

“The day I got it was the same day my father died. I was drunk, the deed was in my pocket. One of the servants took my clothes out to wash. They all removed anything in the pockets, but she thought it was garbage and threw it away. We searched high and low through the garbage for that deed.”

“Surely you had a copy?”

Lord Natton stopped pacing, he stared at the floor. He thought to himself, cursing himself for being such an idiot, and right in front of this common man, though a friend, but a common man. “Why didn’t I have a copy,” he thought to himself.

He began to explain to his friend, “I thought for sure my father would have a copy. We searched high and low. Lord Ehorld even sent over a lawyer who looked for a deed or contract of some sort. Why there was no copy I do not know, but we don’t have one. And I feel like such an idiot for not putting that deed away right away.”

“Well, it looks like you will either have to give up Jacob’s Field, or fight Lord Ehorld for it.”

Natton started pacing again. “It is my land. I had the deed but lost it. He has no deed because his father gave it to mine when is father was on his death bed.” The problem stems from the fact that Lord Natton’s father died a week after Lord Ehorld’s father, before they even considered what they were going to do with the land. For some reason Lord Ehorld’s father had not told his son about the exchange of land. Probably old age, just plain forgot.

That fact of the matter is: Lord Ehorld did not know about the deed changing hands. There were no peasants working the land before Lord Natton’s father died to raise question by Lord Ehorld. So Lord Ehorld thinks Lord Natton is trying to take land that is not his. A very confusing matter.

“Well then, I suppose we ready the troops. I’ll deliver the message if you want.”

“Lord Ehorld sent me a message. He said if I attack, he would attack and press further.”

“Well, surely you have allies you can call upon.”

“I don’t want to drag them into this.”

“Well, it would probably be a better idea to ready the troops until you make up your mind.”

“We are going to war,” Natton said with a sudden bout of courage. “My army is not that small, and we have more horsemen and archers then Ehorld. We can win.”

Lord Natton went to his writing desk and sat down. He grabbed a quill and Ink and began writing orders for his troops. He sealed it with a Natton seal and handed the parchment to Dekam.

Dekam took the parchment excitedly and ran out of Lord Natton’s chambers. About five minutes later, the Natton War horn sounded throughout the land. Natton felt a chill run down his back.

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