Marcys: A Fool

March 15

I believe being cooped up on this ship is starting to become too much for some of our young people. As I warned Ardythe, Jocosa and Alek’s past have proven a setback. Today, Oswyn found them together in the women’s cabin, during one of the few short periods that Rownet had managed to lure Forlaith up to the deck for some fresh air.

That poor child has not been the same since the attack. Rownet is with her constantly, and praise the gods, Oswyn is keeping her distance. Perhaps Oswyn sees Forlaith as spoiled or damaged. Well, whatever her twisted reasoning, the result is a good thing. Rownet reports to Ardythe and myself twice a day, but the reports are never promising. The day of the attack she informed us that the sailor, now dead, had not managed to actually rape her—another praise—and she received only a few bruises. Still, her heart is not so stout.

But I digress.

Naturally, I was called to witness their secret rendezvous, though they hadn’t actually been doing anything. They were caught sitting on the edge of a bunk, holding hands, and talking. While this is not allowable, considering the role Jocosa must play at Mallawi, it was hardly worth the fuss Oswyn made.

I tried to calm her down and insisted I would handle the situation, but she would have none of it. She called up for Adrythe and expounded on her findings until the children might as well have had sex. Finally, I ran out of patience with her and dismissed her from the room.

She left in a huff, taking Jocosa with her, who being the princess would receive no more than a slap on the wrist.

But Aleksandru?

How was I to save my own nephew? No doubt, Ardythe would want him thrown overboard like the would-be rapist. I couldn’t let that happen. I owed Haddock too much to let his son die because of one stupid mistake.

“He must be dealt with,” announced Ardythe without any preamble.

“I agree,” I said, hoping to show that I was not against punishing him.

“Throw him overboard.”

“My lord, while I agree Aleksandru has acted foolishly, nothing actually happened between them. Besides, if it wasn’t for Alek something very bad would have happened to Forlaith.”

“Are you suggesting because he acted the hero he can get away with anything?”

“By no means, my lord. But perhaps we could show leniency, just this once, as a thank you. Put him on bread and water for five days as punishment. I’m sure Alek has learned his lesson, and will go nowhere near the princess again,” I added, giving my nephew the steely gaze I learned from my wife, may the gods rest her soul.

“You are his uncle. How can I trust you to be impartial?”

“You can’t. I admit I do not want to see my nephew die because he was the fool. But that doesn’t change the fact he has acted in our best interests in the past, and the fact we need him. He has actually been to Mallawi. The same reasons we brought him on board, despite Jocosa, still exist.”

Slowly, after much grinding of his teeth, Ardythe nodded. “Seven days of bread and water.”

I’m not sure who felt more relieved, Alek or myself. I turned on him, my own anger able to take its proper place now that his life was safe. He backed away from me until he bumped into the closed door of the small cabin.

“I have put my neck out for you for the last time. Screw up again and it will be up to you to save your own life. Do you understand me?”

He nodded, wisely staying silent.

“Go near her again and I’ll throw you overboard myself,” I added for good measure before dismissing him.

The real problem is Jocosa. I don’t think Ardythe realizes it is likely not Alek who is seeking her company, but the other way around. I will have to warn her of the dangerous game she is playing.

Let us hope she listens.

Marcys