A Castrovel Adventure: Part 5, Chapter 40

~O'mei Vaeol-Ile hieiese o'zhei-bei Qabarati, oe reve o'stei nezhisya Honyaevilazaea maeave.~ (In which Lady Vaeol reflects on the year spent in Qabarat, and wonders why she holds the Inquisition’s interest.)

From the Daylog of Vaeol-Zheieveil Yaranevae be’Son

11. Vielae, 24,547 - 12th Month in Qabarat
Today I behappenly met Master Milos. It felt unforelooked, since Istae and I hosted Taiase to the Veialyshu Lorehall. Although Istae stayed with her wifelove, I had forespoken to come back to the Embassy, and only Kaure asithed. Yet when we headed out, there in the forehall waited the master-inquisitor. I had the inkling he sought something.
Master Milos greeted us kindly. He asked whether I had well strengthened after yesteryear’s Breath-Thief. I answered our house had healed and thanked his heed. He then asked whether I knew Master Eiasohas, which loremaster holds fellowship at the Veialyshu. I fuzzily reminded him from the same gathertide when I had first met Master Milos, and so told him. He asked whether I had lately seen the loremaster.
At the inquisitor’s ask, I worried whether I should either beware his dread or the outspoken goal he aimed. Yet I merely answered I had not seen the loremaster. The master-inquisitor nodded and asked what I kenned of Master Eiasohas’s loreship. Here I shortly halted, and then reminded he had been awaiting leave from Valmaeana to undertake a seekfare to Cursed Ylisaeua. Again Master Milos nodded, and then asked what I knew of that lost city. I again felt that I might be the one under inseech and not Eiasohas. Nevertheless, I answered I knew only that the city was elderly forsaken. None knew why, although its folk were whispered as berotten under the Moqeva, either as thralls or from forbidden lore they had theft.
Master Milos oddly asked what I might know of Master Eiasohas lately hearing from Valmaeana. I surely knew not. He then spoke that Valmaeana shares an unhealthy heed of Moqeva lore, believing it may foreyield behoof in the war against the Formians. I answered I deemed his thought queer, since if one believes the ~Huael Valmae Yazantae~ - Woe for Lost Valmaea - Queen Anmae had reckoned but at last had forsaken Moqeva lore as a weapon against the Formians. Master Milos yaysaid but beread that Queen Anmae’s afterbears are not nearly so wise as she.
At this word, my boldness outgrew shrewdness, and I asked that, if the Valmaeana seek lore against the Formians, would not Formian Lore yield worthier? Master Milos grinned and said there are whole lorehalls in the South benamed to Formian Lore. He then asked whether I also own a shred of Formian Lore, since he had heard I had spoken with a Myrmarch on my ereward warfare. I answered I had, although we had not truly talked (since to my best knowledge they speak not, at least any canny tongue), but had traded thoughts to bargain our truce, and whose thought I had understood, although shaped in queer wise.
Master Milos asked: ~O’ahi-ziari evandise, o’dei?~ - “Yet you could understand, yes?” I answered that, if I could not, I likely would not live today, and neither many hundred warriors. He bowed and deemed I have a seldom skill. The master-inquisitor then asked Son’s thought on the Formian War and the city’s alliance, and whether I forewared any shift. I answered I cannot tell, since such doom reckons among ladies higher than I, and furthermore I lack goodwill. Yet his ask made me think of my last talk with Lady Marauqereth ere we left Ofu-Laubu and her beseech to outspeak against the war. Had Master Milos caught hint? Was he inseeching Ofu-Laubu’s stand on the war, or even mine, misdaring the war’s rightness, and so might be reckoned a betrayer? In no wise would I so shrive!
Then he asked whether, if the forehap again found me to talk with a Formian, would I do so? I halted ere answer, since I reminded the sake-trial I had stood when the Valmaeana bewrayed me of befriending the foe, even though my trucebargain had saved almost our whole raid host. I spoke that would hinge on many whits I cannot foresee. At my wary answer, Master Milos laughed and said I have another gift: shrewdness. Then he blessed our day, bowed, and withdrew.
Swiftly Kaure and I came back to the Embassy and beseeched hearth with Her Highness Lady Sheneal, whomto I told the meeting’s whole tale. Then I bluntly asked why my heed had overtaken the Inquisition. Her Highness sat thoughtfully and said she knew not. Then she wondered whether my talk might have less to do with Master Milos’s asks, but instead with what his words had told. I understood not and said we already knew the Inquisition overrecks anything linked to the Moqeva, and thus no forecaughtness they would watch Master Eiasohas. Her Highness yaysaid, and then added: ~Ziari nezhisya Moeruia evola,~ - “Yet they seek inthrift in the Formians,” and that deed told.
~Ino hisho,~ - “A whit else,” she added: ~Seildas o se evanzse,~ - “He wished that you know.” Yet as to why, Her Highness had no answer. I left with much befuddleness and no less dread.

Soelae Treesong, 24,547 (8 days since last log) - End of 12th Month in Qabarat
As has become misluckily often, I win little time to write, and thus the far gaps in this log between days. Yet today held some wordworthy whits. Yesterday was one year since the Breath-Thief’s qualm struck. Even against our sorrow and weakness, I thank the gods we outlived. Until now, no new qualm has shown, though quoth Semuane’s kin, a seldom year comes without.
On that thought, today I betook hap to see myself in a full looking glass and how I have shifted after illness and motherhood’s end. I look like an angry, ugly maiden after my milkweight’s loss. I still weigh more than ten stoneweights, but most from my thews hardening under the Lemussa Weaponyard’s weight-drill and fights. I may rightly bespeak I am stronger than ever. My bosom is slightly bigger after Aeosel’s birth. Remaue uncouthly says: ~Mei zheare loyise shuze-yei,~ - “You now have teats worthy of your nipples.” I am glad she so thinks!
My face, along with my scar, shows a hollowness that it had not owned. What is it? Years? Illness? Sorrow? At least my eyes are bright and antennae quick, which mean I may thank the gods for further health.
In merrier news, a mere month - eighteen days - outstays until Kaure’s bridetide! To that end and my maidenmate’s worship, Semuane, Istae, and I have set goal to bode all the guestwrits, and ingathering such worthies as Her Highness Lady Sheneal our ambassador and her staff, as well as Her Highness Lady Nisaueth of Ofu-Laubu, Lady Eneae Semuane’s maidenlove, and Master Mearthil. Yet aside from the high ladyhood, we have also yielded guestwrits to Minal and her shipclan, who have sworn to come and bring song, and to Master Evauess and the whole Lemussa Weaponyard, and lastly to Riardon the Motorae Elfqueen along with Hauronil’s sundry friends among the Damaya-Elves. Here below is outwritten the forework, which shall also show in Elvish:

~O’real Noemaei,

O’saiami thanya-shyeli o’dinassi

mi Hauronil Doalaenuas Nimlothtad mi Yaoma Yaranevaea,

oya-yothae iqovya-ruala
Kaure-Umalaerre Yaranevaere be’Son

sevaearu riathyaru o soreatha.

Allaea-ruela o Dae-Iliri Ialeazi-Zielae,

O Assama Zhilisaeva, o Hisamal Haerantilirava.~

~~~

In the name of the Mother-Goddess,

Come and gather to cheer

with Hauronil of the Nimlothtad Blossomyard & Flag Yaranevaea,

who will uphold and witness
Kaure Shieldbearer Yaranevae of Son

to wifehood’s blessing at her bridetide.
Happening at the Ninth Belltide of Zielae Treesong,

At House Zhilisaeva, Hisamal Richfarthing.

Recap: Lady Vaeol adjusts to having Meiss coming further into their household while Oshis learned more about his father from his half-sister.

Lashunta Words & Phrases:

• O'ahi-ziari (adv): yet could
• Evandise (2nd-fem intrans perf): you understood
• O'dei: interrogative affirmative. yes? right? eh?
• Nezhisya Moeruia (spir acc): interest in the Formians
• Evola (3rd-comm): it/they seek
• Ino (neut): whit; detail
• Hisho (neut): else; other
• Seildas (3rd-masc perf): he wished
• o: indirect clause-marker
• Se (fem): you
• Evanzse (2nd-fem intrans perf cond): you would/might know
• Mei (adv): here; now
• Zheare (fem): teat
• Loyise (2nd-fem intrans): you are worthy
• Shuze-yei (adv): as/like nipple