A Castrovel Adventure: Part 5, Chapter 28

~O'mei Hauronil omonya Kaureia zhealas.~ (In which Hauronil answers Kaure’s sake.)

From the Daylog of Vaeol-Zheieveil Yaranevae be’Son

10. Evelae, 24,546 - 7th Month in Qabarat
Today, after a run and foot-drills, I went to the Embassy to thew Her Highness. While there, word came that an Elf beseeched my idleness. I yaysaid and went down to the midyard. There waited Hauronil, and looking bothered among the staff bystriding, as if he feared bewareness as Lashunta. Although first I bowed, I could not withhold and hugged him. Aeosel, whom I bore ahip, then took behoof to grab his gossamer, and we had to sorely offdraw my babe without tearing.
I asked whether he sought Kaure, who had stayed at the house to work the Shota. Yet he naysaid, answering he sought me. I forespoke we go to a teayard, where Hauronil kindly minded my son and played a little (too smartly Aeosel learned Hauronil’s eartips could be offtaken, and I must draw him off while Hauronil reset). He blessed me having a mighty babe, and then said he had lately been upcatching on news from Son, which shamefully stilled me. Yet he had heard I lead a bold and proud flag and had earned hard nameworth, nodding at my eye’s scar.
Then he asked, dropping into homeborn Upper-Strath: ~Stiadeni kezhya-naztise Ela-bei?~ - “How did you get banned from El?” and dolefully since he had known my dream to go thither. My cheeks burned, more ashamed than I had believed myself. I told both my farfetches to Sovyrian: first as a newling when I had met and misfallen smitten to Aleriel Berendilarion, and next as a sithreeve when I had hosted the Aslanta, when half under need, half under wicked wrackship, I had mishandled Aleriel to reach our goal. Hauronil told he had found a matching tale running through the Elf-Farthing of a heathen Son outrider getting samely banned. He shrove he could not in answer withhold sharing I was the same outrider who had in Lea yesteryear slain a Thief-Queen, and furthermore that my school nickname had been ~Shaemore~ - Warrior-Queen. By then my face was blazing orange, though I fully witted he was having my fun, and when he added: ~Eshoni reanzyelise, o’di shoadalise,~ - “Even when you listened, you loved it not.” I nodded, yaysaying: ~Os mi-shoayela di veara reami-shei.~ - “The things we love stand not under listfulness,” and that was the hardest loretide I had learned.
We stilled a breathtide and shared the teacup. At last, with some tightness, I spoke: ~O os Kaurea, samae-vei, o Son sas o’aeli neanzyelis, di tiaea-ruali,~ - “About Kaure, my thankfulness that back in Son you shielded and helped her, knows no end.” Although I had not known her until well afterward, I fully reckoned her doom could have been much worse. Hauronil meekly acknowledged, and asked how we had met. I answered it had been Lady-Captain’s deed, who had reckoned us a good match. He outquoth he reminded Lady-Captain kindly.
Anon Hauronil shifted grim. He said he fully wared the worship Kaure would bestow him. He had talked much with Indith and Leiendil, since they must stay his first sake. I yaysaid. Also, after long thought, he understood the worship we would yield Kaure, and that he would behold her so uprisen as well.
A breathtide I waited, witting he had so well drilled Elven unreadableness I could not tell unless I dipped into his mind, fearful to guess answer. I reckon my worry told when he chuckled. ~Ollae-mei limya-rualvas Kaurryu,~ he said lightly: “Now it would be good to speak with Kaure.” I laughed, wept, and squeezed his hand. Then I settled the fee, dizzily led us back to the Embassy, and told I would take the daytide off.
Still dithersomely, I led him homeward. Remaue and Lanaryel, whom I had under swiftness forgotten at the Embassy, came running afterward. My shieldbearer threatened to shackle me to the wall, and Hauronil, for forgetting her this deed. More meekly we akept to the house, where we found Kaure in the neighborhood stallbarn, playing tag with our steeds. She was wrestling Ess when we introd, who, even so stout as she is, still outweighs her fourfold. When she bewared, we chuckled at her grassy hair and dirty feet.
Hauronil recked not and strode before. ~Se osra leirya-shyaeldis,~ - “You beseeched me something,” he began. Then he knelt, crouched low to reach under her breast, and kissed her belly.
At his worship, Kaure’s bronze face flushed purple. She wept, hugged his brow within her bosom, and kissed antennae. Then she drew him afoot and hugged under his slim shoulder strongly enough to outshove his breath. We crowded near to cheer, which bewared the Shotalashu’s mindfulness, who bade heed, incleaving Kaure’s Vali, who snuggled under arm and licked tears.
After we helped stow the Shota, we asked Hauronil if he would come home with us. He withheld, outspeaking wish to tell his elfmates. We gave dear leave, but with warning he must bywardly meet our house. Then we hosted Kaure home.
Remaue yelled the house to the midyard with a loudness worthy of a First Axe. Our flagmates, the housegrooms, and Semuane’s kindred gathered wonderingly while I held Kaure’s hand. Under their eyes, my maidenmate’s boldness missed, and she outthoughtfully begged me to speak her behalf.
~Kaure o’illi thaye soreathara,~ I outquoth: “Kaure will have her bridetide.”
All cheered. They rushed forth and threw themselves aknee before our weeping maidenmate. They laid brows on her belly and blessed her.
The news raised asks of a First Man, whereat we told of Hauronil, a ~Damaelauras~ - Damaya-Elf - once of Son now dwelling here they will soon meet. In share, this sparked lewd talk of who takes foremostness when the Damaya is a man and the Korasha a wife (~o’eriae name shiafasse~ - “the one bearing the babe, surely,” Remaue smartly answered). Then the wives offled Kaure, forespeaking tales of the glee manliness yields, while the men broke away chuckling, hying back to work or wine.
I witted Hanos halting afterward. I came, took his hand, and spoke I knew he had loved Kaure and had hoped she might love him back. His head shook. ~Vas di naravas, o’se-yei,~ - “I thrill her not, as you do,” he wisely shrove, adding that she owns that right and he would wish her full gladness. I named him good and kissed his brow.

13. Evelae, 24,546 - 7th Month in Qabarat
Yestereve after market day, Hauronil, Indith, and Leiendil guested our flag at their blossomyard, where we fully begreeted all. It became an awkward tide, since many flagmates know almost nothing of Elven couthness and rightly lumbered through the blossomyard, fearing to break something. Yet we had deemed worthy that the Elves set the mood and thereby show Hauronil as he wished, and not as Lashunta. All buzzed when he and Kaure stood before, holding hands, and her smile dearthless.
Shortly, however, I caught Oshis stealing from the yard. I found him standing out in the street, sipping a glass of bubblemead. Yet at one glance, I witted no hatred or ill will owning, but instead fear of Elvenness. I reminded the evil prank Less had done him back in Son, bewinning him to sing an elf-poem before me and Master Mearthil and the shame that had overtaken. I gave him our son and bade him worry not.
I bade him lead Aeosel toddling back inside, which he haltingly did. Right within the foregate we met Hauronil and the others, who, whether they had come seeking or some other deed, I knew not. Yet even with his antennae hidden, I could read his tightness. I fully wared we had enough fear among us all, Elf and Lashunta, Thwartkind and Rightkind, Damaya and Korasha, and were all striving so hard to withstand.
Ere I could behave, a fell mood took Oshis, shocklike, as if he were settling to fight. He strode before Hauronil and nodded. ~Oshis realavas,~ - “I am named Oshis,” he greeted. Then he swallowed and added: ~Shotara lashaf,~ - “I ride Shota.” The weight of Oshis’s shrift hung after his speech. Even proud as my fathermate is, shame gathers as well, since so many folk misdeem Shota-riding as unmanly. I understood his dearth showing weakness before unkith folk, a deed that might get mislaughed.
Hauronil understood, too. He yielded his hand. ~Va-zimas lashtalavas,~ he answered, breaking his Elven-self acknowledgingly: “I also once rode.” The two men clasped hands.
Then Kaure merrily tackled Oshis, and even so relieved as I was, I feared a full Korasha-fight might break out. Draue chided that brides should not wrestle, although Less jokingly cracked: ~O’soreathara-eshodi!~ - “Until the bridetide!” which earned a hasty slap from Tae. So we loosened under mirth.
Taiase, Istae, and Nelehi came late from templetide, and when we begreeted their names, I could tell our elf-friends had heard of her. ~Siea. Ve Taiase-ye,~ she told with a merry bow: “Yes. I am that Taiase,” and cocked her brow: ~Oe tollonave sa-yei!~ - “And I am older than you!” which got a loud chuckle from the Elves, and I deem did much to ease them against our rough fun. Istae like me knew Hauronil from schooltide, as also Nelehi her shieldbearer, which led to drill-teachers whomunder we had learned in newlinghood and shared grudges, which is not the worst wise to reach meanhood.
Toward end, I got hap to watch my father, who had stayed mild most of the eventide, walk through the blossomyard with Master Leiendil and talk wortlore, whereof from his wifemate’s farmhold, my father knew a forecatching lot. They halted before the milktree, where my father bowed nape and sang a swift hymn. Then they headed to the lypenaia, where I clove them, hailing my father as ~Diol~ and yielding his grandson. There we wondered on this seldom southern tree-kind the Elves worship so greatly as milktrees while Leiendil told their lore. At the end, my father bowed to the elfmaster, saying Liavil his wifemate would dearly love this stead.

Recap: Vaeol helped Kaure find an old friend from Son, who now lives with two elfmates in Qabarat.

Lashunta Words & Phrases:

• Stiadeni (spir): how
• Kezhya-naztise (2nd perf fem intrans): you got cursed/banned
• Ela-bei: from El
• Eshoni reanzyelise (2nd perf depend fem intrans): even though you listened/obeyed
• O’di shoadalise (2nd perf fem intrans): then you loved not
• Os (comm): thing; affair
• Mi-shoayela (3rd-comm depend): here/how/inclusively loved
• Di veara (3rd-comm): stands not
• Reami-shei: under listfulness/obedience
• Samae-vei (spir): my/our thanks/grace
• O Son: in/at Son
• Sas (masc): you; 2nd-person pronoun
• O’aeli neanzyelis (2nd perf depend trans): if/when you shieldingly helped
• Di tiaea-ruaeli (3rd-spir humble): it ends not
• Ollae-mei (spir): this/common/inclusive goodness
• Limya-ruaelvas Kaurryu (1st-masc intrans humble): I would speak to Kaure
• Se (fem): you; 2nd-person pronoun
• Osra (comm acc): thing; affair; something
• Leirya-shyaeldis (2nd trans honor): you beseeched/requested
• O’illi thaye (3rd-fem cond): will have/hold/take
• Soreathara (comm acc): bridetide
• Damaelauras (masc): Damaya-Elf; Damaya Lashunta who passes as an Elf
• O’eriae (adv): surely; certainly
• Name shiafasse (fem): person giving birth
• Vas (masc): I; we; 1st-person pronoun
• Di naravas (1st-masc intrans): I/we thrill not
• O’se-yei: as/like you
• Realavas (1st-masc intrans): I am named; I name myself
• Shotara (comm acc): Shota; Shotalashu
• Lashaf (1st trans): I/we ride
• Va-zimas (masc): I/we too/also
• Lashtalavas (1st-masc pluperf intrans): I/we had ridden
• O’soreathara-eshodi: until bridetide
• Siea (3rd-comm): it is as you [say]
• Ve Taiase-ye (fem): I/we such/the aforementioned Taiase
• Oe tollonave (1st-fem compar intrans): And I/we am/are older
• Sa-yei (comm): than/as you
• Diol (masc): grampa; diminutive of ~Diataeas~: grandfather