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10:22 AM
Cù Sìth finally came across someone. He had been lucky until this moment to not have to found any stray Camelotians. The order that his Marshal had given had chilled him. Though he was very fond of his adopted country, willing to lay down his life for it if it came to it, he had not signed up for cold, ruthless murder of his people.
And the mother who had tucked a small child behind her skirts was not someone he could pull the trigger on. His gun only remained risen for a second longer (all while she pleaded with him, even throwing out she was pregnant) before it lowered and he moved toward her, hissing for her silence unless she wanted to die. He wasn't too kind in maneuvering her out of sight and back into what appeared to be her small cottage and but it was for her own good. There, she was informed that she needed to get out now before someone else found her and killed her (after quite possibly doing something worse). He told her his name, that of his sister's and about her family, that he had been born in Camelot but had left and made his home in Niflheim. And, of course, of the order that had been given.
Cù Sìth welcomed the realization and lack of sobbing that came after what he had said. She would survive if she kept this up. He told her to grab some food and whatever else she could comfortably carry. As she did that, he hastily wrote out a letter for her to take. His family needed to know and he knew he could trust them to do what was necessary. When she and the child were ready, he pulled out a map and marked where she could safely go, where to hide if necessary, how to quickly get to the nearest village and where closest train station could be found. Camelot was home for him and he knew the land very well, having always been a traveler and an outdoorsman. He could have guided the Niflheimian army into the most strategic of locations, in places were sharpshooters could have picked off Iriyians with ease, the hiding spots for other ambushes, the trails that lead to open places and the places to avoid setting up camp. But such information would not be given to Daphne now, not after that order against his own people. It would be her own mistake that things were about to get a lot worse for Niflheim.
But his knowledge would aid this woman. Taking her to the back door, he told her to hurry, for the sake of both her children. Leaning her out, he went with her a certain distance before having to stop. Cù Sìth watched her go the rest of the way, remaining where he was for the next ten minutes, eyes and ears ready to pick up any sounds of distress. When none came, he finally turned back, unaware he had been seen leading the small family out of danger.
( the letter )
And the mother who had tucked a small child behind her skirts was not someone he could pull the trigger on. His gun only remained risen for a second longer (all while she pleaded with him, even throwing out she was pregnant) before it lowered and he moved toward her, hissing for her silence unless she wanted to die. He wasn't too kind in maneuvering her out of sight and back into what appeared to be her small cottage and but it was for her own good. There, she was informed that she needed to get out now before someone else found her and killed her (after quite possibly doing something worse). He told her his name, that of his sister's and about her family, that he had been born in Camelot but had left and made his home in Niflheim. And, of course, of the order that had been given.
Cù Sìth welcomed the realization and lack of sobbing that came after what he had said. She would survive if she kept this up. He told her to grab some food and whatever else she could comfortably carry. As she did that, he hastily wrote out a letter for her to take. His family needed to know and he knew he could trust them to do what was necessary. When she and the child were ready, he pulled out a map and marked where she could safely go, where to hide if necessary, how to quickly get to the nearest village and where closest train station could be found. Camelot was home for him and he knew the land very well, having always been a traveler and an outdoorsman. He could have guided the Niflheimian army into the most strategic of locations, in places were sharpshooters could have picked off Iriyians with ease, the hiding spots for other ambushes, the trails that lead to open places and the places to avoid setting up camp. But such information would not be given to Daphne now, not after that order against his own people. It would be her own mistake that things were about to get a lot worse for Niflheim.
But his knowledge would aid this woman. Taking her to the back door, he told her to hurry, for the sake of both her children. Leaning her out, he went with her a certain distance before having to stop. Cù Sìth watched her go the rest of the way, remaining where he was for the next ten minutes, eyes and ears ready to pick up any sounds of distress. When none came, he finally turned back, unaware he had been seen leading the small family out of danger.