Sundas, 24^th Last Seed, 4E 201

& Morndas, 25^th Last Seed, 4E 201

I let Father know I was going to Aethsela, and in the split second it took me to will myself there, he and Silah beat me to it.

They had slowed Aethsela’s time when they arrived and sat at a table. I reverted time to normal on arrival.

Father hugged me, but it was not the same as when I lived in Roscrea. It was an avatar of my father, not the flesh-and-blood being who raised me. Mother was different. A hug from her was still that of a mortal mother. It was one of many things I missed about her.

Somehow, the seating was rearranged without anyone noticing.

• Father: Let me start by apologising on behalf of The Nine.
• Wulf: The apology is hollow if my intuition and stated beliefs are summarily dismissed in the future.
• Father: We should not have done so.
• Wulf: That is obvious. I do not expect The Nine to know everything, but I do expect caution when confronted with a puzzle.
• Silah: You are an enigma, Valdr. And you provided an answer to one of those puzzles, but we refused to apply it.
• Wulf: I accepted my uniqueness long ago and trust my intuition. In all things except Rigmor, others were also willing to trust my intuition. Proof was not required, as mortals and gods should have been willing to trust my intuition.
• Father: Yet we demanded proof of what you claimed about Rigmor.
• Wulf: It was like a blind person demanding proof that the sky is blue, then declaring it orange when the sighted failed that task.
• Father: A fair analogy. But even Alessia questioned your intuition in this instance.
• Wulf: Nobody knows why Mother’s foresight is better than that of other seers. Yet even The Nine act upon it without questioning its validity.
• Silah: Your mother’s foresight provides possibilities. Her visions are never presented as certainties. In contrast, your claims about Rigmor were presented with no doubt expressed by you. Our initial resistance was cautionary, not dismissive.
• Wulf: Instead of respecting my instinctive claims, you labelled my defence of them as rebellious or stubborn.
• Silah: Yes, and that is when our resistance turned from cautionary to dismissive.
• Wulf: Well, that sad tale has ended, but I do not feel like declaring, ‘I told you so!’ I am weary of discussing it.
• Father: Then let us discuss the now. How do you think Rigmor fits into your duties as our Mortal Champion?
• Wulf: I have no idea, but only by spending time with her can I find out.
• Father: We fear a conflict of interest. What if Rigmor needs your attention, but Alduin restarts the Dragon War?
• Wulf: I will make decisions based on available knowledge and on intuition. The needs of one mortal must be weighed against the needs of many. Ask how a decision was made, but I will not tolerate criticism of it.
• Silah: What are you planning to do next?
• Wulf: There is something odd about the Thalmor hunting Rigmor. Their disregard for Whiterun’s neutrality suggests they are not acting under Elenwen’s orders. I will accompany Rigmor to the location we believe is their headquarters and investigate. That may give me an idea of how important Rigmor is going forward.
• Father: I know you weary of hearing it, Valdr, but I am truly sorry for the hurt we have caused.
• Wulf: It has been festering in the background. Whether aware of it or not, it must have impacted my preparedness. What that impact is may take time to reveal itself.
• Father: Lady Mara has a theory on the nature of your connection to Rigmor.
• Wulf: I am always willing to listen to conjecture, Father.
• Father: Some souls seek each other across Kalpa. Those possessing such souls may be unaware of this phenomenon until they physically meet the other. Lady Mara calls such souls ‘Entwined Souls.’

• Silah: That is a rather bland name for a unique and special pairing.
• Wulf: I suspect the meeting of Entwined Souls does not occur every Kalpa and that a hollowness ensues. The individuals would not understand the cause, and it may negatively impact their lives.
• Silah: The meeting of Entwined Souls could also trigger problems. What if one or both are partners of others? Would they abandon their existing partner? If they cannot, due to duty or religious reasons, what impact would that have?
• Wulf: I am sure you can think of many such disasters and use examples from your immense gossip horde to support various outcomes.
• Silah: Unrequited love is the source of many tragedies.
• Wulf: Resistance to a recognised love could be far more tragic, Silah. Think of the footman and princess who fall in love but suppress it for the sake of their country. Entwined Souls are not needed for such scenarios. Father’s parents were an exception to the norm.
• Father: Indeed, a guard falling in love with their charge can be a catalyst for disaster.
• Wulf: But everything turned out fine, and out popped cute little Hjalti.
• Father: There were tragic factors that allowed that happy ending, Valdr.
• Wulf: What will develop between Rigmor and me cannot be known, for there are factors yet unknown. The uniqueness of our connection is just one factor.
• Silah: Alessia would demand a good Ayleidoon name rather than ‘Entwined Souls.’
• Wulf: Tirnetha for the entwined souls. Tirnethaeth for the condition of entwinement.
• Silah: So Rigmor and you are Tirnetha.
• Wulf: Yes, and all the variables surrounding Tirnetha are Tirnethaeth.
• Silah: Tirnethaeth does not guarantee fulfillment. It only means the souls are bound in that profound recurring way.
• Wulf: The outcome of Tirnethaeth depends on chance, history, war, class, vows, duty, timing, fear, and sacrifice.
• Silah: That sounds like the fate of any mortal romance.
• Wulf: And like any suitor, I am plagued by fear of rejection. But let us not get too far into conjecture. Rigmor might never recognise me as her guardian or remember the love I saw in her eyes.
• Father: Poppycock!
• Wulf: I have not heard that term for many years!
• Father: Who is questioning Valdr’s intuition now?
• Silah: Could it be Valdr himself?
• Father: Valdr, you saw love in Rigmor’s eyes. Give her time, and she will realise the large lump in front of her is her guardian, and her love will transfer with that awareness.
• Wulf: Parental advice? Should I be the know-it-all youth and reject it?
• Silah: Have you ever been spanked by a Divine?
• Wulf: No. Is Lady Dibella offering that blessing? It might be fun!
• Silah: Valdr!
• Father: It used to be an option at some of her temples.
• Silah: Lord Talos!
• Father: Well, it is true. I am sure those trained in the Dibellan Arts still know how to wield a paddle.
• Wulf: Perhaps Vayu can punish the naughty girl called Silah.
• Silah: Valdr!
• Father: Whatever happens, Valdr, never forget that The Nine love you.

I stood, gave Father another fake hug, and then willed myself into Riverfall Cottage.

I heard Rigmor’s night terror and rushed to the main bedroom.

Celestine’s compassion is unlimited. That is what drove her to become a magnificent Restoration Mage. She was weeping, for she could not aid Rigmor.

When I entered the room, Rigmor settled, and Celestine stood to greet me.

She whispered, “Do you think Rigmor suffers like this every night?”

“No. I think the events of the last six or so weeks have triggered Rigmor’s subconscious into replaying whatever is disturbing her sleep.”

“You do not think it was just the whippings, do you?”

“Who knows what those animals did to Rigmor besides the beatings? But I think something is driving her, and she is anxious to complete some tasks.”

 “And that, in turn, has resulted in a strong will and remarkable recovery.”

“I have not been gone long.”

“I had to help her in and out of her bath and dress. She was determined to wear the kimono so you would not have to see her scars.”

“I must have already seen her scars. Surely Rigmor knows that?”

“She thought you would be sleeping next to her, and did not want you to look over and be reminded of that night.”

“She knows who I am?”

“Your reaction to, ‘Who do you think you are? My guardian?’ confirmed her suspicion. She felt terrible about that, Wulf.”

“I will move a chair next to the bed. I have no trouble sleeping in one. But I doubt I will sleep. I hoped Rigmor would recognise her guardian, but after some time. Now, I have no idea what will happen.”

“Do you know how terrified Vayu was when we started courting? And he, trained in the Dibellan Arts, was supposed to be an expert on mortal relations.”

“I have never been so afraid in my life, Celestine.”

“It is a different Wulf before me. You never show doubt or fear.”

“It does not mean they are not there.”

“Sit, write your journal and then do whatever mental exercises needed for you to relax and sleep.”

“You have not asked how my talk with Father went.”

“Things between you are not normal, Wulf. When Alessia returns, the feeling of family will as well.”

“I hope so. Father needs to remember mortal love and frailty. Mother was good at reminding him.”

“Perhaps we can aid Saint Alessia one day and ensure her victory.”

“It would be good to know where to start!”

“Rest, Wulf. You will need your wits about you when Rigmor arises.”

“Of that, I have no doubt.”

“I had better say hello to Meeko. He does not mind guard duty, but gets lonely.”

Celestine left to keep Meeko company for a while. I dragged a chair next to the bed.

I wrote in my journal, then performed some breathing and mental exercises to calm myself and invite sleep.

I soon joined Rigmor in blissful slumber.

I was woken by Rigmor mumbling to herself. My internal clock told me it was about 8 A.M.

Whatever debate Rigmor was having with herself, she won it!

Rigmor turned to me, and her face was too perfect to be a fluke. She had learned how to stare from an expert.

“Good morning, Rigmor. Do you like the kimono?”

“No more games, Wulf. We need to talk and for secrets to vanish.”

“Oh, and what secrets would they be?”

“This is a nice house, but you have better. So why bring me here? The only reason I can think of is you do not want me to know some things.”

“That is true, and not because I do not trust you. I wanted Rigmor of Bruma to know me, Wulf Welkynd, before those secrets make you run away screaming.”

“And why is it important I get to know Wulf Welkynd?”

“I thought the games were over.”

“Before I opened my eyes, yesterday morning, I knew who you were. Your presence enveloped me, and it felt familiar. I first felt it when I was fourteen years old, thinking of giving up, whilst huddled in that stinking Thalmor cell. I felt it again when I was ready to accept death rather than ask for mercy. You were there when Baa’Ren carried me to his boat. I called for you when I fell off a cliff. You waited with me till Angi arrived. I called for you just before I jumped near Riften. I was surprised to see how young you are. The presence seems ancient and wise. But there is no denying that you are My Guardian.”

Tears came unbidden.

“There are things I find painful to talk about, but that is not why I was hesitant. I was also going to play the game of secrets. I wanted you to know me, Rigmor Ragnarsdottier, before you learned enough and ran away screaming.”

“Okay, no more secrets. I shall take you to Aetheron, my hidden town, and there you shall learn the basics of who I am. But I am complex, Rigmor, and only time will let you see all of me.”

“I need to pee, and then I will be ready to go.”

I smiled as I watched Rigmor rush to the privy, and then lost myself in deep thought.

Baa’Ren would be Emissary Baa’Ren-Dar of Pelletine. He is well-liked in diplomatic circles and a leader of the Khajiiti movement to oust The Dominion from Elsweyr. He would know of me, although we have never met.

Rigmor uses a traditional Nord surname that marks her as Ragnar’s daughter. Sir Ragnar Fjonnoson, Duke of Hammerfell, was a hero of The Great War, blamed for a massacre committed by The Dominion. That fits with four years ago, when Rigmor was fourteen. Was Rigmor his daughter? Why would that enrage the Thalmor enough to whip her to death? I shook my head to stop pointless speculation. I will wait for Rigmor to tell her story.

Others might think that I am foolish to trust Rigmor with our secrets, but they are the same people who denied my intuition concerning her. So, they will remain quiet for now, but will be loud if I have made an error.

I rarely make unilateral decisions. Grandmaster does not mean grand dictator. However, concerning Rigmor, I have earned the right to make decisions without discussion.

My mind, as it often does, went on tangents, wanting to think about other interesting topics. Several more minutes passed before I took control and decided I had better tell Celestine of my decision.

I made my way downstairs and found Rigmor had already informed Celestine.

• Wulf: Are you ladies discussing me?
• Rigmor: I told Celestine that the game is over. She understands.
• Wulf: Do you understand, Celestine?
• Celestine: Yes, I do, and I also think it is for the best.
• Wulf: You might have to convince others, but I will not bother.
• Celestine: They have no right to judge you on this matter, Wulf.
• Rigmor: Will our decision cause problems?
• Wulf: Possibly. You will understand why after we talk.
• Rigmor: Okay.
• Wulf: I will teleport Rigmor to Aetheron, but first, I’d better tell Meeko about the change of plans.
• Celestine: I will tidy up a bit here and then take Meeko home.
• Wulf: Okay, Ms Ragnarsdottier, let’s get some fresh air.

We stepped outside, and Rigmor exclaimed, “These views are spectacular!”

“The waterfalls and rapids remind me of where I grew up. So, these houses are some of my favourites.”

“I want to see a lot of Skyrim, but…”

“But that is hard to enjoy with Thalmor chasing you. Come, let us say good morning to Meeko.”

“The dog who is not a dog.”

“He is my oldest friend.”

• Wulf: Good morning, Meeko.
• Meeko: Woof.
• Rigmor: Wulf is taking me to… what is it called?
• Wulf: Aetheron.
• Rigmor: Yeah, that place. We are going to swap life stories.
• Meeko: Woof?
• Rigmor: Yes, including Wulf’s precious secrets. I admit, I am curious.
• Meeko: Woof!
• Wulf: What do you mean that is surprisingly sensible of me?
• Meeko: Woof.
• Wulf: Yes, I suppose I would have to explain many things if Rigmor is travelling with me.
• Meeko: Woof.
• Rigmor: He will still have to explain some things, but I will have some context. That is very astute.
• Meeko: Woof.
• Wulf: Thank you for guarding us, Meeko. Celestine will take you home.
• Meeko: Woof?
• Rigmor: Yes, I enjoyed our chat at the lake and look forward to more talks.
• Meeko: Woof?
• Wulf: No, I have not forgotten my promise to bring some more orphans to Aetheron.

I turned to Rigmor and asked, “Are you ready?”

“I cannot say I enjoy the pitch blackness and cold, but yes, I am ready.”

We came out of the ether, and Rigmor exclaimed, “Wow!”

I turned to her and said, “This is my personal chamber, what they call ‘Lord’s Chambers’ in many castles and palaces. I like to give things an Ayleidoon name. So, I call it ‘Coranelor.’

“What is Ayleidoon?”

“The language of the Ayleid. It is a beautiful language, and one of many I am fluent in.”

“All that marble! This place must have cost you a fortune!”

“It was a gift from Mother. Aetheron is a town, larger than many in Skyrim.”

“And it is hidden?”

“It is deep inside the Jerall Mountains, but cannot be seen. Nor can it be detected using magical means. You can only enter Aetheron via a hidden portal or teleportation. There are protections to prevent entry by anybody not approved by me or some other senior Dragonguard.”

“The name Dragonguard sounds familiar.”

“It is best if we do not jump ahead. I suggest we sit outside and have our talk.”

Rigmor’s head swivelled from side to side as we walked through Coranelor.

She asked, “Do you eat at that dining table?”

“That is set aside for the children we shall host within Aetheron. Their sleeping quarters are next to mine.”

“Meeko seemed keen to have children here.”

“He adores children, and they love him. Make no mistake, Meeko is a formidable foe and can kill at a tremendous rate. But he is as gentle as can be when not defending those he loves.”

“And children are not intimidated by his size?”

“No. You would have seen Meeko’s grin. If he sits, grins, and wags his tail, children fall under his spell. Figuratively.”

Rigmor’s head continued to swivel as we walked through Aetheron’s gardens.

I laughed and said, “I was contemplating what to put in those empty planters. I think red mountain flowers will do.”

“At least I would know what they are. Most of the plants and trees I see are new to me.”

“Some come from Oblivion.”

“What?”

“Others are from the time when much of Cyrodiil was a jungle.”

“Isn’t that a myth?”

“No, but I can explain what happened another time. We do not want your head exploding.”

“Haha. You are probably right.”

As we sat, many Dragonguard started to pass by, on their way to the tavern for breakfast.

Rigmor rubbed her eyes, then asked, “Is that a Minotaur?”

“Yes, that is Flint. Several Minotaur live here.”

Rigmor ticked off species as they passed, “Argonian, Khajiiti, Nord or Imperial, ah…dunno…”

“That is Raikou, one of our shamans. He is Kamal, a race from Akavir. One of those you mistook for Khajiiti was P’Sua. He is a Ka’Po’Tun from Akavir. There is also Tang Mo, Akaviri and Tsaesci from Akavir living here.”

“Is Akavir of importance to you?”

“Yes, but we are jumping ahead again.”

S’in turned along our path and then stopped.

I called out, “Have you spotted it yet, S’in?”

“No, Wulf, but I swear it exists!”

“You had better hurry before the others finish off all the bacon.”

S’in hurried towards the tavern, as the Dragonguard could make mountains of bacon vanish in minutes.

Rigmor asked, “He is not as tall as some Khajiiti Furstock, but what type is he? His mane is fantastic.”

“His name is S’in Dunestrider. He is a Shadow Mane. He was checking the butterflies for a bright yellow-and-black one he thinks he saw the other day. It would be a new species to add to the thirty or so we have already catalogued.”

“You would think that living with Khajiiti would give me greater knowledge of their people, but I am afraid I do not know what a Shadow Mane is.”

“Guess what?”

“We are jumping ahead again.”

“Yep.”

“So where do I start?”

“Where were you born. Who are your parents?”

“I was born in Bruma on the 3rd of Evening Star, 4E 182. My parents are Ragnar Fjonasson and Sigunn Frostraver.”

“Sir Ragnar Fjonasson? The Duke of Hammerfell?”

“He was a Knight of Bruma and a Duke until they stripped him of his noble titles and murdered him!”

“As part of my training, I have studied military history. I know the true story of what happened in Hammerfell. Your father is a hero who is well respected amongst Legionnaires and others. Nobody believed the Dominion accusations, Rigmor.”

“Dad never spoke of his wartime experiences. I knew nothing of what he did during the Great War. But I knew he could never do what he was accused of. I was fourteen and not yet worrying about a future husband, children, or responsibilities. One day, I am running around Bruma causing mischief with my friends; the next, I watch my father being arrested by not just the Thalmor but also Legionnaires. I kicked and bit and scratched until Dad told me to stop, and that Mum and I would be alright if we remained calm.”

“Did your mother know what was going on?”

“Dad would have shared his experiences in war with her. I guess I was too young to understand yet.”

“Many soldiers do not share their experiences with anybody other than other soldiers.”

“Mum started arguing with the Thalmor and Legionnaires, saying they had it all wrong, and that Ragnar saved those people. They should speak to the Emperor, and he will tell them to leave us alone. A smarmy Thalmor officer handed Mum an arrest warrant. She went pale and cried, ‘Mede signed it!’ She said nothing else, only held me tight. They would not let us approach Dad.”

“Do you think your father was surprised?”

“If he had any idea it was going to happen, we would not have been sitting at home enjoying our dinner. He knew the Legionnaires by name and assured them he held no grudge. They were obeying orders, and he understood the dilemma they faced.”

“Ragnar’s reputation was not just based on his tactics and bravery. His leadership style is used as a textbook example of maintaining discipline while bonding with lower ranks through empathy and fairness. I can see he would be concerned for the Legionnaires.”

“They made a spectacle of us as we were shackled and marched through the streets of Bruma. They took us to the Bruma Embassy and put Mum and me in nice rooms. Dad was held elsewhere, probably some dingy dungeon. We were treated well until Dad signed a confession admitting guilt for the massacre he prevented. The Thalmor told us gleefully that he had only agreed to confess to save Mum and me from persecution. They lied to Dad, and we were enslaved. I was dragged away, kicking and screaming, while Mum told me to be calm and that everything would be okay. Well, it was not okay!”

“Did you know they executed your Father?”

“The one in charge of that final whipping told me the day you visited. That is when I almost gave up hope. That is why I was so miserable, and my anger no longer sustained me.”

“Your Mum was enslaved elsewhere.”

“Yes, and I do not know if she is still alive. Four years is a long time to be enslaved, especially if they treated her like they did me.”

“I am sure there are a lot more details, but recounting your time enslaved is difficult for you. So, let’s jump ahead to your rescue by Baa’Ren.”

“Your tears are flowing, and not for the first time, Wulf. It is just as difficult for you to hear this.”

“I cry at sad plays.”

“No, Wulf, you cannot avoid the truth. This connection between us is a two-edged sword. I can feel your emotions, and they are a mix of anger, caution, and hatred. You want to tear the heads of those who hurt my family and me. You are afraid to display that anger, but cannot control your tears.”

“I must control my anger, Rigmor, at least until you know me better. For it is a terrible thing when let loose.”

“Make sure you explain why that is.”

“I will. Now, I know Baa’Ren rescued you. Did you live with him?”

“Yes, he has a wonderful estate, nearly as grand as this place. There are many stories I could recite from those years, but for now, the important thing is this. Baa’Ren somehow found out I was staying with Angi. He sent me a message saying he had information about my mother and would wait for me in Riften. That is where I was headed when that Thalmor patrol found me near Riverwood.”

“Why didn’t he come see you at Angi’s?”

“I think Baa’Ren is involved in shady dealings and is overcautious at times.”

“He is Emissary Baa’Ren-Dar of Palatine, isn’t he?”

“Yes. Do you know him?”

“We have a common interest, but have yet to meet. I can understand Baa’Ren being cautious. If he believes he is being spied upon, he would not want to lead his enemies to you.”

“What is this common interest?”

“That is a secret I am not at liberty to discuss, Rigmor. Perhaps if we meet Baa’Ren together, he can tell you.”

“So, some secrets will remain secret.”

“Only those that belong to others and not just me.”

“Okay.”

“You attacked the embassy in Bruma because they were the ones who arrested your family, paraded you through the streets, lied to your father and enslaved you.”

“Yes. I had thought about it for years. Please, I do not want to discuss the details.”

“Okay, so what were your plans after the attack on the embassy?”

“I thought I would visit Skyrim. Cyrodiil, especially Bruma, holds too many memories that used to be good, but now bring pain.”

“So, at that stage, you had no idea how to find out about Sigunn?”

“No. I did not know Baa’Ren had been making inquiries.”

“Why do you want to visit Fort Black? Should we do that before heading to Riften?”

“I was going to go to Riften first, but now they have Rose. I wanted to visit Fort Black because I lost Dad’s sword, and I think they have it.”

“Oh, when you fell off the first cliff and got rescued by the first huntress, you had lost your sword. I thought Angi picked it up.”

“She picked up a sword, but it was not Dad’s. I found Dad’s sword in the embassy and left the one Baa’Ren brought me behind. Two greatswords are too heavy to lug around.”

“Twice you have ended up at the bottom of cliffs while running from Thalmor and then rescued by huntresses.”

“Yeah, and My Guardian was there both times.”

“I know your Dad’s sword has sentimental value to you, but why would the Thalmor want it? As a trophy?”

“I left a detail out of Dad’s arrest. They searched our house and found a dusty old crate. When they opened it, there was a Daedric sword and a Daedric Talos amulet inside. Mum told me she knew nothing about them. Dad did not deny they were his. So, he was also accused of being a Daedra worshipper and a heretic.”

“Daedric worship is not outlawed, and owning a Daedric sword does not mean you worship them. Also, how can he be a heretic, their term for a Talos worshipper, and be a Daedra worshipper at the same time?”

“Father was a Talos worshipper. Do not try to make sense of it, Wulf. Dad’s false confession about the massacre was enough to condemn him to death. They did not need more. I do not know why they had his sword in the embassy. Perhaps it was, as you suggested, a souvenir.”

“I know enough for now, Rigmor. I want to hear childhood stories and about your time with Baa’Ren, but they can wait. Hopefully, we shall have time to discuss such things as we travel.”

“If you chat half as much as Meeko, you will hear all my stories in no time.”

“Mmm…Rigmor does not know the way out of Aetheron, so she cannot run too far.”

“Excuse me?”

“Oh, did I say that aloud?”

“Just say what you have to say, Wulf. It cannot be that bad.”

“I was born on the 29^th of Sun’s Height, 4E 178, on a small island next to Roscrea. The island is unofficially called Sonje, after its main town and port. People have no idea where that is, so it is easier to say I was born in Roscrea.”

“I thought you were older! Not because of your looks, they match your age. It is our connection that gave me that impression.”

“Well, I am sort of older. But that is jumping ahead, again.”

“How can you be sort of older? You are either twenty-two or not.”

“We use a word around here. Gobbledegook. Sometimes we must accept something as fact, even if it seems illogical or impossible. So, for now, Rigmor Ragnarsdottier, treat my claim of being ‘sort of older’ as gobbledegook.”

“What a strange word!”

“I think it is cool!”

“No, do not use my word to describe that thing.”

“Please believe the next part, Rigmor, no matter how gobbledegook it is.”

“Okay.”

“My father has had many names, including Hjalti Earlybeard and Tiber Septim. After apotheosis, he is known as Lord Talos, the Ninth Divine. My mother also has had many names. Since apotheosis, she is known as Saint Alessia. I am the son of two gods.”

I stared at Rigmor. She mumbled to herself then shook her head, as if trying to dislodge what she just heard.

I continued, “Wulf Welkynd is a pseudonym. My real name is Valdr Septim. For many reasons, it is not wise to declare yourself a Septim.”

“That means you have every right to be the Emperor!”

“Yes, and I do not want to be the Emperor. I have a duty which does not include running The Empire.”

“What is that duty?”

“I am Champion of The Divines and Dragonborn. I am to protect all the people of Nirn, regardless of race or religion. I am to defeat Alduin, the World Eater, who has returned and is about to restart the Dragon War.”

“I remember why Dragonguard seemed familiar. All these people in the red armour are Dragonguard. That was the name of the invaders from Akavir who became Blades. Before they became protectors of the Emperor, they were dragon slayers.”

“Many of the Dragonguard were born in Akavir. Some were Blades who fled to Akavir after the White Gold Concordat made them outlaws. I went to Akavir at the age of eighteen to train. Due to tragic circumstances, I am now their Grandmaster.”

“And people like Jen?”

“She is a Dragonguard who has chosen to look after those estates. Other Dragonguard look after other estates. Nearly all the people you see in Aetheron fled Akavir after an unknown enemy decimated our ranks. We have recruited others to our ranks in the six months we have been in Tamriel.”

“Did they lose family?”

“Yes, most of them lost family. We all lost friends. I was going to come to Skyrim anyway, to await Alduin’s return. The events in Akavir changed our plans, and we have done the best we can to compensate.”

“Mum was a schoolteacher. She insisted I learn ancient history, so I know of Alduin and the Dragon War. Now you are saying he has returned.”

“Yes. The Divines had a rough idea of when he would return. But he does not know I am here. He will not be prepared for a Dragonborn. Hopefully, that will give us an edge, allowing for his defeat.”

“You are the son of two gods and Dragonborn. Does that make you a god?”

“No, Rigmor, I am mortal. The story of how two gods had a mortal child is long and complicated, but they did, and here I am. I accepted the role of Champion of the Divines. I was born with Lord Akatosh’s blessing, the first Dragonchild, as they call me. It is natural that I also accepted the task of defeating Alduin.”

“You have all these responsibilities, yet you want to help me? Why?”

“Do not make me say it, Rigmor.”

“Why have you cried when talking with me?”

“I cry because they hurt you, there was a terrible injustice, and you thought you were all alone.”

“Wulf, explain how you were there, in that dungeon, and why.”

“Lady Mara says we have Entwined Souls. Every Kalpa, our souls will seek each other amongst the billions of other souls. When the Entwined Souls are with each other, their sum exceeds their parts. They work together in ways mysterious to The Divines. Somehow, in your darkest hour, your soul reached out to mine, and I did what is called Ethereal Travelling in response.”

“Yes, I was alone and afraid, and then you visited and said, “Hush, little one, for you are not alone. I am your witness and will share your pain. I cannot rescue you, but I will not leave your side. Sleep and let your body rest. I will watch over you.”

“And I did share your pain, Rigmor. I felt the burning from the scars. But I also felt your loneliness and an ember of defiance about to be snuffed out. You must have fought hard to survive what they had done to you. I did not know why they did that, and still do not.”

“I do not know either. Perhaps we shall find that answer together.”

“But…”

“Shush!”

“Shushing.”

“I asked, ‘Will you always be my guardian?’ What did you reply, Wulf?”

“I cannot promise, but I will try. I will not stop out of choice. I hope that is good enough.”

“I told you that was good enough.”

“That was a pledge. An oath.”

“Do you think I am going to release you from that oath? Why would I do that, Wulf? I called for you when I fell off the cliff, and you were there when Angi found me. And you were there again when I jumped into the trees to escape the Thalmor. I remember now that I called for you that time as well.”

“I knew where you were. So, unlike the other times, I was physically there.”

“As I said this morning, I knew you, Wulf, before I even saw your face. But when I looked into your eyes, I was convinced we had met before, in person. Why is that?”

“I do not know. Our connection and entwined souls are all new to me.”

“You love me, Wulf. Do you deny it?”

“I cannot deny it, nor can I admit it!”

“You think loving me is wrong because we have only known each other for a few days. You think it is wrong because you promised to be my guardian, and some ambiguous moral code says it is wrong. You fear I will be offended and reject you.”

“Please, if I had known it would come to this, I would not have started this discussion. I have made a terrible mistake.”

Rigmor continued, “When the last whipping occurred, I was prepared to die. I wanted to die as a last act of defiance. You said, ‘Please, give them what they want. Scream out, beg for mercy. It will be a hollow victory for them. Surely you have something to live for?’”

My tears flowed freely.

Rigmor whispered, “It was then that I realised I had three things to live for. Do you know what they are, Wulf?”

“I can guess two of them. You want to find and rescue your mother and exact revenge. I am sorry, I do not know the third.”

“Think, Wulf, what could have been the third thing worth living for?”

“I do not know, Rigmor.”

“I wanted to live so I could meet My Guardian.”

“Well, here he is.”

“You are bound to me by your oath. I have no intention of releasing you, Wulf Welkynd.”

“Why, Rigmor?

“Because I love you! We have known each other for more than a few days. How many lifetimes over how many Kalpa have our souls been entwined?”

“But you do not know this person!”

“I see a man who cares deeply for others. I love you and want you to continue being My Guardian.”

“I don’t know what to say or what to do, Rigmor.”

“We shall take little steps from here, Wulf. But I need to know more about you.”

“I write a journal every day. Perhaps you can read those.”

“I love to read and have taught myself to read as fast as possible so that I can read more! I almost sent poor Baa’Ren broke purchasing books.”

“Most entries are not long. Come, you might as well make a start before I give you your new armour and weapons.”

“Are they suitable for a lady of my standing, peasant?”

“Only the best for Lady Ramsbottom.”

“Ramsbottom?”

“Ramsbottom is a very distinguished name in Roscrea.”

“And what is my given name?”

“The short version is Iva.”

“Iva Ramsbottom. Okay, and what is my full name?”

“Ivanitchy Ramsbottom.”

“Oh, I am so looking forward to putting you in your place, peasant.”

“You do not mind the name?”

“It will add to the fun!”

As we headed for the entrance, we came across Granite.

• Wulf: Granite, I would like you to meet Lady Rigmor Ragnarsdottier.
• Granite: It is a pleasure to meet you, Lady Ragnarsdottier.
• Rigmor: Just Rigmor will do, Granite.
• Wulf: Granite is a name he chose because his Ayleidoon name is very long and hard to pronounce.
• Granite: My son thought his name should be Flint, as he is a chip off the old block.
• Wulf: Flint is about twelve feet tall.
• Rigmor: Is he the Minotaur I saw earlier?
• Wulf: Yes.
• Rigmor: He does not look like Granite.
• Granite: Unfortunately, he looks like his mother. That old cow!
• Wulf: Before you ask, Minotaur do not breed with cattle.
• Granite: When I say old cow, I mean old cow.
• Wulf: Messy divorce. Bad blood.
• Rigmor: Oh, then enough said.
• Wulf: Granite and the other Minotaurs are also Dragonguard, but we do not have armour to fit them.
• Granite: Our hides are as strong as steel. Armour would weigh us down.
• Rigmor: I look forward to learning more about you and your people, Granite.
• Granite: Likewise. Oh, and do not take any crap from Wulf.
• Rigmor: Celestine has offered to teach me how to train him.
• Granite: You should also speak to Dhali and Shiva. They can reduce men to tears with their remarks.

Granite lumbered away. He never seems to be in a hurry except when trying to carve enemies to pieces.

Rigmor asked, “Are those ladies Dragonguard?”

“Yes, but they have chosen to be guards and wear the traditional Blade armour. It is not wise to wear that outside of Aetheron, as it attracts unwanted attention from Thalmor.”

“And Jen wears that fancy armour because it is not associated with Blades.”

“Correct. It is the same armour but with more decoration. Dragonguard can swap between guarding Aetheron or one of the external properties.”

“Yeah, I can imagine it gets boring patrolling a place that will never be attacked.”

“On the contrary, the beauty of Aetheron never makes it boring.”

 Once again, Rigmor’s eyes darted all over the place as we traversed the main hall.

She asked, “You do not sit on that throne, do you?”

“No, Rigmor.”

She pointed to a painting and said, “I am sure I have seen those ruins.”

“That is what remains of your mother’s family holding.”

“Oh, that is Rielle!”

“Yes. Do you have an aunt?”

“Aunt Rikke. She used to be in the Imperial Army.”

“Would you like to meet her?”

“Aunt Rikke is in Skyrim?”

“Rikke Frostraver is General Tullius’ assistant and a field commander of Legate rank.”

“She is probably embarrassed by what happened to Dad.”

“I doubt Legate Rikke or any other senior Legionnaire believes that crap about your father. I am sure she wonders about you and her sister.”

“Then yes, I would love to meet her if we get a chance.”

I watched Rigmor wander around. She took great interest in my armour collection.

“What are all these armours?”

“I have used them all at some stage. That one on the right is what the Akaviri Dragonguard wore when they invaded Tamriel.”

Rigmor wandered over to another suit of armour.

“That suit is disturbing!”

“I wear that when I want to frighten rather than kill. Not everybody we opposed deserved to die, and a threat from somebody wearing that armour seemed to have more impact.”

“Red and black is the common theme.”

“Yes, I chose that combination. Not just because the Akaviri Dragonguard used it. I like it.”

“This tree is all over the place.”

“It holds special significance to Mother and Aedra worshiping Ayleid. I will explain why another time.”

“Will I meet your parents?”

“Father will probably visit, or invite us to Aetherius. Mother is in a battle of wills with Molag Bal. She is an Aedric God, and can die. I do not know where this fight is taking place and cannot aid her.”

“Oh, Wulf, you must be so worried!”

“It has been two years, Rigmor, and I miss her terribly. I cannot help Mother, but I can aid you in finding yours.”

“And what if Alduin restarts the Dragon War?”

“We shall deal with whatever comes, and prioritise accordingly.”

“I understand.”

“If the Dragon War restarts, Rigmor, it will not be safe to travel.”

“Dragons, Minotaurs and people from Akavir. All my childhood nightmares!”

“Are you sure you do not want to run away screaming?”

“Not yet.”

We entered my study, and I made sure Rigmor ate some fruit before she read my journals.

I sat and tried to read as well, but my eyes kept wandering to her. Rigmor’s speed reading was impressive, and she made short work of my journals.

She probably had many questions, but it was quite some time before she asked any.

“Wulf, it says here you spent twenty years training, but only aged four.”

“Father built me a room in Aetherius. I call it Aethsela. An Ayleidoon word can hold many meanings. Aethsela could be interpreted as ‘Where Light Holds Time.’ The energy of the stars keeps Aethsela stable and allows me to expand or compress time. So, I spent the equivalent of about twenty years on and off inside Aethsela learning what I needed to combat Alduin and do my duties as Champion of the Divines. I also spent some time with the Psijic Order and in Akavir doing various things.”

“But only four years elapsed on Nirn.”

“Hey, you are pretty good at this gobbledegook stuff!”

“There is a lot of things in these journals I have no hope of understanding.”

“You would be surprised, Rigmor. I am good at reducing complex ideas into layperson’s terms.”

“You are Ningheim. What is that?”

“Father is Atmoran. Mother was of an unknown Nedic tribe. Her enslavement records were destroyed during her rebellion, so she never knew the names of her parents.”

“Saint Alessia is a god surrounded by gods. Can’t they find that sort of information?”

“They might be able to, but Mother never bothered. As far as she is concerned, the other enslaved were her family. There is also a chance she was not a product of consensual intercourse.”

“Rape?”

“Yes.”

“So, what is Ningheim?”

“I could say I am Atmoran or Nedic, but both of those are no longer distinct races. So, I say I am Roscrean if asked. However, Ningheim is my race, as I received extra blessings from The Nine.”

“And that changed your race?”

“Yes. And do you also know what is different because I am Dragonborn?”

“You have the blood of Saint Alessia.”

“That was one meaning of Dragonborn used when that bloodline was important to keep the Dragonfires burning and to determine the right to the Ruby Throne. However, its original meaning refers to Lord Akatosh’s blessing. Even though I was Dragonborn at birth, that blessing still exists. That means I have the blood and soul of a dragon.”

“Okay. And you can use The Voice, but have not done so while on Nirn.”

“As soon as I use my Thu’um to Shout, the Greybeards will know and likely recognise me as a Dragonborn. They may summon me, as they did with Father, and then everybody would know a Dragonborn is around somewhere. That would ruin any hope of surprising Alduin.”

“You have friend dragons.”

“Several. You will meet them eventually. They are keeping away until I use The Voice.”

“And unicorns?”

“Hashire and his mate, Surilana, live in Aetheron. You can meet them later, but if you think Meeko talks a lot, he has nothing on Hashire. Unicorns are almost extinct, as Lord Hircine and his followers enjoy hunting them.”

“I am up to your exodus from Akavir.”

“It is not a happy tale, Rigmor. But we have kept ourselves busy making our presence known. That will make it easier when we say, ‘Listen to us. We know how to fight dragons!’”

Rigmor resumed her reading. Usually, I would find a book like ‘Kagouti Mating Habits’ fascinating, but I could not concentrate. Therefore, I put it aside for another day and meditated instead.

I was so deep in my meditation that I did not realise Rigmor had finished reading and had been trying to get my attention.

“Hey, Dragonbum. Wake up!”

I replied, “I was not asleep, Rigmor. I was in a meditative state, my mind at rest and my peace found. I was composing a song whilst in that state. Thanks for shattering the peace.”

“You’re welcome.”

I approached Rigmor and asked, “Did you finish them?”

“Yeah, and now I want to know why people didn’t believe you about us?”

“They believed I ethereally travelled to you in that dungeon. They even believed that I somehow time-travelled and saw the day you almost died, and the night Baa’Ren saved you. They did not believe I would meet you again or that my oath was binding or that you had an important part to play in the future.”

“You mentioned Junctions in your journal, and I found it hard to understand.”

“There are Parallel Timelines where other Wulfs and Rigmors live. But this is the Primary Timeline, and it controls the termination of the Kalpa. Sometimes an event in the Primary Timeline creates new Parallel Timelines, and that is called a Junction. The bigger the Junction, the larger the number of new Parallel Timelines created…”

“Ah, Wulf, can you see my eyes rolling back into my skull? I am looking for what is left of my brain. Can you simplify this for me?”

“The two times I travelled to you ethereally caused large Junctions. When I met you physically, a larger Junction occurred. That means the two of us together must trigger a series of significant events. A causes B, causes C, etc., etc. After that first ethereal travel, I insisted that my oath was sacred, that we would meet again, and that you would be important to not just me but all of Nirn, if not Mundus, in the future.”

“The other Junctions had not yet occurred, so why were you so sure?”

“Intuition. Often, I will decide something and not be able to explain the logic or thought processes involved. It is more than just guessing. Nobody argued against my intuition, except when it came to you.”

“People did not believe you?”

“Not even Father or the other Divines believed me. I am halfway to convincing them all that I was right simply by meeting you in person. Now, if we find some sinister plot involving you, the remaining doubters will be appeased.”

“So, some sinister plot involving me would make you happier?”

“I would be the happiest person on Nirn if I could guarantee your safety and a normal life, Rigmor.”

“Yes, I know that. Our connection lets me know that. Sorry, I am finding all this hard to take in.”

“You have been bombarded with facts and information and done remarkably well. Many people would be sitting in a corner rocking back and forth while sucking their thumb.”

“Is that an option?”

“Not until we have rescued Rose, spoken to Baa’Ren and rescued Sigunn.”

“When can we start that?”

“You need another night of rest, so first thing tomorrow morning. Even then, despite the dweomer on your armour, which I will explain later, you may find the travelling difficult.”

“Can’t we use your airship thingy?”

“No, because we do not want to attract attention. I can make the airship invisible only if I am onboard. It will be me, you, Celestine, and Meeko on foot. However, I will teleport us to Falkreath and start from there.”

“It is a steep climb to Angi’s.”

“We shall cater for whatever speed you want to go. You must gain your strength via exercise.”

“You said you were composing a song while meditating.”

“I will sing it for you after supper.”

“Can you sing?”

“You can be the judge.”

“I will leave further questions for another time.”

“I will summon Celestine. She can keep you company while I prepare your armour and weapons.”

“Okay.”

Celestine appeared from the ether.

“I am going to prepare the armour and weapons I selected for Rigmor. Can you please keep her company? I will not be long.”

“Yes, of course. Ahh, see if you notice something amongst the Dragonguard.”

“They are all either board-and-sword or dual-wielding. The mages are wearing a Dragonguard kimono. I noticed as they walked past on their way to breakfast.”

“Vayu said the shamans made them all listen to a warning about Dragonfire and that not having a shield was stupid.”

“Most of them who prefer two-handed weapons are quite proficient with board-and-sword. However, those who dual-wield find it much harder to adapt. So, it makes sense they have not changed.”

“Dhali will shake the rust out of them.”

“We might actually look like a coordinated rabble when fighting dragons!”

As I made my way to the workroom, I heard Celestine quip, “So, you have not run away as Wulf feared.”

Rigmor laughed and replied, “Only because I do not know where the exit is.”

I adjusted the armour and honed the weapons. Then I placed my usual dweomer on the armour.

I teleported back to my rooms.

Rigmor gasped when I laid out the equipment.

“Celestine, will you please help Lady Ramsbottom into her armour?”

Rigmor growled, “Only after you leave the room, peasant.”

“Oh, of course. My eyes are not fit to gaze upon milady’s flesh.”

I made my way to the barracks and spoke to Dhali.

“You must be pleased that wisdom won and sword-and-board was adopted.”

“Yes, and most of them need very little refreshing on the techniques.”

“I should have insisted on it rather than allow the continued use of two-handed weapons.”

“You have never been one for issuing such orders, Wulf.”

“I might have to be firm once we are engaging dragons. There is no room for second-guessing my commands.”

“They are aware of that.”

“Rigmor will be joining us at supper. She knows everything, so there is no need to be overly cautious when speaking to her.”

“I shall let the others know.”

Our Grand Shaman was not looking pleased.

“Raikou, you look good in a kimono!”

“I look skinny!”

“We could add some shoulder padding if you want.”

“We look like we will last at least a couple of minutes against dragons.”

“With our standard dweomer, even the kimono-clad can withstand Dragonfire.”

“It is more comfortable crouching behind a shield, but we mages can erect a few wards, etc.”

“I have had several dragons cover me in Dragonfire and not felt a thing. We shall be alright.”

Nexendia approached, and like all Psijic Monks, was devoid of tact.

“Grandmaster, do you think it is a good idea to invite a woman you hardly know into Aetheron?”

“I made a judgment call based on knowledge you do not have and, oh no, my instincts. So, thank you for your concern, but everything is under control.”

“You risk a lot, Grandmaster.”

“From the moment Alduin starts his war, every decision I make will risk a lot. Let us hope for a lucky guess each time!”

“You are being petulant.”

“That happens when somebody addresses me as Grandmaster within Aetheron. It is like they think that reminding me of my title will somehow make me question a decision I made. I expect you to be fighting beside us, Nexendia. But you can keep your baby-shit-coloured robes. You are not a Dragonguard.”

“It is always fun speaking to you, Wulf.”

Vayu had seen my confrontation with Nexendia.

“Nexendia was only expressing what many of us feel, Wulf.”

“That is her duty, and she does it in typical Psijic style. We shall always butt heads, Vayu.”

“A casual observer would think you dislike each other.”

“But you know she is a close friend, so why the concern?”

“I am concerned you think all doubt over Rigmor is gone.”

“Far from it! The doubt still exists, and it still disturbs me. I never said I would have all the answers once I met Rigmor in person. However, the fact that we met should shut up the most cynical of you who did not believe a word I said about her. If people continue to mistrust my decisions, even those based on intuition, then Alduin has already won. If this were the Imperial Army, or if I wanted to insist on the rights of a Grandmaster, I would declare the mistrust a form of insubordination and act accordingly. The doubters would be made examples of, and others would be scared to whisper their doubts behind my back. Celestine has witnessed the connection between Rigmor and me. Talk to your wife, Vayu, and place the trust in her, if not me.”

I expected some resistance to bringing Rigmor into our circle of secrets. However, the continued scepticism was harmful to the cohesiveness of the Dragonguard.

Inigo had been observing my discussions and called me over.

He stood as I approached.

“So, Inigo, do you have an opinion?”

“Yes, My Friend. I believe I looked better in blue armour than red.”

I laughed, then replied, “At least you get to keep the blue Daisho and Wakizashi.”

“They were gifts from you, so there was no chance I would use other swords.”

“And what about Rigmor?”

“Some people need more convincing. That is natural, so do not worry, My Friend.”

“I understand that, but we are wearing our armour around the clock as we await Alduin’s next move. I cannot guarantee I can convince everybody before we must face dragons together.”

“They will be too busy not soiling their armour to worry about Rigmor.”

“Avoiding Shouts, Dragonfire, sweeping tails, gnashing teeth and razor-sharp talons does tend to focus a person’s mind.”

“You make it sound almost as much fun as squishing spiders.”

“It is we who make interesting crunching sounds when facing dragons, Inigo.”

“I look forward to seeing my carefree friend once again.”

“I can still laugh and enjoy the company of friends. But we are now in a time of uncertainty. That tends to occupy my mind at the expense of smiles and good humour.”

“The Dragonguard would follow you into Oblivion, My Friend.”

“Some parts of Oblivion are quite nice, according to those who have visited it.”

“Perhaps you should purchase some houses there?”

“Spend the weekend next to lava pits instead of rivers and waterfalls.”

“Ahh, I think I will explore Skyrim a bit more instead.”

“Well then, we had better do a good job of defeating Alduin so there is a Skyrim to explore.”

“I think I will talk with Meeko. He is the least glum person around here.”

I made my way to my quarters.

When I entered, Celestine said, “Rigmor, Wulf is here.”

“Who?”

“Oh, Lady Ramsbottom, your batman is here.”

“I hope he has bathed. His stench is an affront to my sensibilities.”

Rigmor walked out of my study, and I could not stop staring. She noticed and smiled.

• Rigmor: Well, Dragonbum, what do you think?
• Wulf: Celestine, who is this stunning young lady?
• Celestine: Lord Wulf Welkynd, let me introduce Lady Iva Ramsbottom of Roscrea.

I grabbed Rigmor’s hand and kissed it while bowing. She laughed, which made me forget the unpleasantness of the doubters.

• Wulf: Truly, Rigmor, that armour was made for a noble lady of renown, and it suits you perfectly.
• Rigmor: Celestine told me of its previous owner. I am glad she died of old age and not inside this armour!
• Wulf: It took months for Uriel Septim VI to conquer Roscrea. That is due to several factors.
• Celestine: The Empire took Roscrea harbour by harbour, for the islanders would vanish into the mist and strike where least expected.
• Wulf: Roscrean’s are excellent seamen, and under the leadership of Lady Falka, they proved a nightmare to defeat.
• Celestine: If the Emperor had asked, Roscrea may have allowed the use of its ports. Instead, he chose war.
• Wulf: Cousin Uriel was an idiot. I am glad High King Thian annexed Roscrea in 3E 330. Jarl Elisef is Roscrea’s leader, not Emperor Titus Mede II.
• Rigmor: Ahh, I suppose all the Septim are your cousins. That is kinda cool!
• Wulf: That wig is perfect!
• Celestine: I might have influenced the choice somewhat.
• Rigmor: Yeah, Celestine told me you like this style.
• Wulf: And when have I commented on a woman’s hairstyle, Celestine?
• Celestine: Every time you see a ponytail, my dear Wulf.
• Wulf: Mmm… maybe.
• Rigmor: Celestine also said there is something special about the bow and sword.
• Wulf: I made the bow when I lived in Roscrea. The sword was Mother’s.
• Rigmor: Saint Alessia used a greatsword?
• Wulf: No, Mother used a short-sword like what Legionnaires now use. That sword was a gift from Lord Morihaus, her Minotaur lover. It is of superb craftsmanship, but was never used in battle. However, it would intimidate those brought before her.
• Rigmor: I feel so much stronger and faster. Celestine said it was due to dweomer, whatever that is.
• Wulf: When a mage attaches magic to an item, that is a dweomer. The plural of dweomer is dweomer! I have imbued that armour with magic that improves many things.
• Rigmor: Such as?
• Wulf: It increases the wearer’s strength, agility, and stamina. It greatly increases stamina recovery and protects against fire, poison, frost, and electricity. Your weapons will deal more damage, and your Marksmanship will be more accurate. It also allows you to breathe underwater or in the presence of poisonous gases.
• Celestine: Dragonfire would be uncomfortable, but you would not turn black and crispy right away.
• Wulf: All the Dragonguard have these dweomer on their armours, including a kimono like Celestine’s.
• Celestine: Wulf forgot to mention you are extra sneaky when wearing the armour. Your movement is muffled, and it is easier to hide in shadows.
• Rigmor: Wow!
• Wulf: Come, milady, let us retire to the garden where you can display some sword forms for me.
• Rigmor: Cool!
• Wulf: Thank you for your help, Celestine. We shall see you at supper.

Rigmor and I made our way to a secluded part of Aetheron.

She asked, “Do you want me to do free-form, or will you call out the forms?”

“If you are comfortable, I shall call out the forms.”

“Good, because I hate having to decide what to transition to.”

“Take a few swings to warm up. Get used to the feel of the sword.”

Rigmor’s smile was broad as she tested Mother’s sword. Her footwork was precise, and the transfer of energy perfect. Balance was never an issue despite the weight of the sword.

After a minute, I said, “Okay, take the ready stance.”

Rigmor’s smile vanished, and a look of concentration dominated her face.

I spent ten minutes calling out forms, and Rigmor’s executions and transitions were perfect. She was of Swordmaster class, of that I had no doubt.

I said, “Okay, Rigmor, that is enough.”

She sheathed the sword then asked, “Well, how did I do?”

“I cannot believe an eighteen-year-old can be so perfect.”

 “Me in general or my sword form?”

“Well, both, but I was complimenting your sword forms.”

“Dad taught me from the age of ten, despite Mum’s protests. He said I might be a girl, but they must know how to defend themselves and not rely on boys.”

“Ragnar witnessed the savagery of war. Women who could not defend themselves were easy targets for the rapists and those who enjoyed killing.”

“He never explicitly said that, but I had read enough history to know the truth.”

“Did you start with a one-handed sword?”

“No, it was hand and a half, bastard and greatswords from the beginning. He would hand me a sword I could hardly lift and, despite my protests, make me use it till it was easy to wield. Then he would give me a heavier one.”

“Mother used to watch Father, and I spar with a sad look on her face.”

“The same with Mum.”

“Perhaps one day there will be a Nirn where children do not have to learn how to kill.”

“I did not know if I could kill. But once I started in the embassy, it became easy. I no longer thought of them as people with families and a right to live. They were objects to be cut down, so I could feel better.”

“And did it make you feel better?”

“No, because I was not sure they were the ones responsible for our arrest and march of shame through Bruma’s streets. Revenge only works against those who wronged you.”

“The first thing I killed was a deer. Father took me hunting, and the animal was for consumption, but it still did not feel right. I cried, and Father understood. I helped him butcher the animal, and we distributed its hide and meat among the needy in the nearby village. Nothing went to waste, and it was a lesson on the circle of life that I needed.”

“Your journals mention many battles in Akavir and skirmishes with bandits and necromancers in Skyrim.”

“The battles in Akavir could be quite large and vicious. It was generally clan vs. clan, but warlords often got involved with mercenary armies. I suppose we were mercenaries, but never accepted payment. If someone asked for help and we thought their cause was worthy, we would aid them in defending or attacking. We prevented many clans and villages from being annihilated. We were also good diplomats and often avoided bloodshed.”

“And you have no idea who attacked your village?”

“No. We had enemies, mainly warlords or nobles we opposed, but none of them could muster the type of force that attacked our village. I was away with others, dealing with a land dispute that had turned violent, so I was not there to defend our Grandmaster or others. Those who attacked us were Tsaesci vampires and their thralls. They had many Swordmasters, so they must have been organised for quite a few years. The thralls seemed to be from Tamriel. Their fighting styles suggested they were Legionnaires. Likely remnants of Uriel’s stupid invasion of Akavir. Kept alive for centuries for what purpose, we do not know.”

“Did many of the Dragonguard survive?”

“Aetheron was overcrowded for months as we established other places for the survivors to live. I have an island inhabited by survivors, mainly Akaviri. Not many Tang Mo or Tsaesci survived. Most of the Ka’Po’Tun that survived were with me, dealing with the land dispute when our village was attacked. I would say more than seventy per cent of our people, Dragonguard and noncombatants, were killed. If this place were not available, and we did not know how to teleport, we would have lost many more on ship voyages of several months.”

“I have heard nothing but laughter while here.”

“Underneath the laughter is a deep sadness. The worst thing is, we have no idea who attacked us and why. Akavir is protected by many dweomer, so remote spying, scrying as it is called, is not possible. We may try and place some agents there, but not until we have dealt with Alduin.”

“Is Alduin the only threat to Nirn you must deal with?”

“Alduin’s return has weakened The Liminal Barrier between Mundus and Oblivion. The Divines think it will continue to weaken until a method to stabilise and strengthen it is found. Some Daedric Princes may take advantage of the weakened barrier. But there are always mortal despots who endanger large parts of Nirn. So, I suspect we shall be kept busy after defeating Alduin.”

“What now, My Guardian?”

“I shall give you a tour of Aetheron.”

We walked past an area Rigmor had already seen.

I said, “Yes, definitely red mountain flowers for here, as I said earlier.”

“It is a pity they take so long to grow.”

“Not in Aetheron. They will be fully grown within a week of planting.”

“Cool!”

I greeted one of the guards.

• Wulf: Good evening, Thuaa. This young lady is Rigmor Ragnarsdottier.
• Thuaa: Good Evening, Grandmaster. It is a pleasure to meet the woman everybody is talking about.
• Rigmor: They are talking about me?
• Thuaa: We never have outside visitors. Everybody who enters Aetheron is either a Dragonguard recruit, an Akavir survivor or an orphan. Therefore, you, Lady Ragnarsdottier, are a natural topic of gossip.
• Wulf: Our guards were told of your arrival, Rigmor. That prevents the accidental decapitation of guests, even though we never have any.
• Rigmor: So, I am a topic of gossip because I am the first-ever visitor?

Thuaa continued her patrol, while I felt Rigmor’s eyes boring into me.

“You said your mother is a school teacher. Did she teach you how to stare like that?”

“Explain why people would be talking about me.”

“Yes, you are the first ever visitor, but you are also the woman I have talked about for years. Naturally, my friends, who are not hirelings, are going to gossip about you.”

“Nothing snarky?”

“Only how you are too pretty to be in the company of this old brute.”

“Yeah, right. Pffft! Now, continue, you good-for-nothing peasant!”

I showed Rigmor the various merchants.

She later commented, “This place is overrun with foxes and rabbits.”

“The foxes do not hunt the rabbits, and neither species seems to be multiplying.”

“There is plenty for the rabbits to eat. But what about the foxes?”

“It is a wonder they do not explode from the food the residents of Aetheron give them.”

“Well, they are cute.”

“This is Vayu and Celestine’s home. They are our only married couple within the Dragonguard and needed a place of their own. There are many widows and widowers amongst us. If somebody wants privacy or just a change of scenery, they spend time at one of my houses. We have a book that lists the house reservations.”

“Do you have a favourite?”

“My farm near Whiterun is called Tundra Homestead. I have four people running it. I may include a couple of orphans in the future. I like to place them where they can learn a trade. That is my favourite.” 

“You might have seen these in Cyrodiil. It is an Ayleid Well. The liquid inside is like molten Welkynd Stone and contains Magicka. Mages who are low on Magicka can top it up, like taking water from a well.”

“I have seen them, but not an active one.”

Rigmor asked, “Do many people use this outdoor eating area?”

“Yes. It is sometimes difficult to get a seat. The ladies make wonderful coffee.”

“Ooh…. coffee….”

“A fan of the magic brew, are you?”

“DUH!”

“This is the entrance to Welkoril, which is Ayleidoon for ‘Crystal-Light Cave’ or ‘Welkynd Grotto’”

“How come Ayleidoon words can have several meanings?”

“Usually, there is a prettier, more poetic meaning as used by the Aedra worshipping Ayleids. The Daedra worshipping Ayleids corrupted much of their culture, including their language. Sometimes an Ayleid word describes a concept that can be interpreted several ways in Tamrielic.”

“Was it difficult learning all of those different languages?”

“Most languages have a similar set of rules. I also have enhanced memory. It is one of the Ningheim blessings. Therefore, I found learning new languages easy.”

“Can you speak and read Daedric?”

“Yes. It was widely used throughout The Empire for centuries.”

We entered Welkoril, and the deep baritone of Minotaur speaking Ayleidoon echoed.

• Wulf: Matti, let me introduce Rigmor Ragnarsdottier of Bruma.
• Matti: Hello, little lady.
• Rigmor: Hello, Matti. You are a lot taller than Granite.
• Matti: He is a runt but a mighty warrior.
• Rigmor: I would not want to tangle with any of you!
• Matti: Man, and Mer, found ways to better us. Otherwise, we would not have to hide.
• Wulf: Minotaur have remained hidden for millennia. However, since Mother has been preoccupied, many have lost their faith.
• Matti: They have forgone the teaching of Saint Alessia and seek base things such as combat and wealth.
• Wulf: We hope that the Minotaur aiding the Dragonguard to defend cities and villages will prove that not all of them are to be feared.
• Matti: Do you know the truth of what happened to my people, Rigmor?
• Rigmor: Only what scholars have decided to write. In Wulf’s journals, he has made it clear that much ‘history’ is propaganda, not the truth.
• Wulf: That is why my museum is important to me. It is a place where truth will be told.
• Rigmor: I am a victim of mistruths, Matti, and I understand how they can turn allies into enemies.
• Matti: Saint Alessia never sought revenge against the Ayleid. We do not seek revenge against those who persecuted us.
• Rigmor: I wish you and your people the best, Matti.

Flint was soaking his hoofs in Surliean, which means ‘Pool Of Purity.’ Rigmor’s eyes widened at the size of Flint’s hammer.

He towered over me when he stood up.

• Wulf: Flint, this is Rigmor Ragnarsdottier of Bruma.
• Flint: Hello, Rigmor. Do you need your eyes seen to by one of our mages?
• Rigmor: No. Why do you ask?
• Flint: There must be something wrong if you can stand the sight of Wulf. Talk about ugly!
• Wulf: Flint thinks he is the most handsome Minotaur, despite his mother being an old cow.
• Flint: Haha, you have been speaking to Granite.
• Rigmor: Granite said your hide is as strong as steel, so what gave you those scars?
• Flint: My hobby.
• Wulf: Flint likes to wrestle bears.
• Rigmor: It is beary nice to meet you, Flint.
• Flint: That was funny, unlike Wulf’s unbearable humour.
• Rigmor: Hahaha…
• Wulf: It warms my heart to see you two teenagers get along.
• Rigmor: Teenager?
• Wulf: In terms of a Minotaur lifespan, Flint is the equivalent of an Imperial or Nord pubescent teenager.
• Flint: It is terrible! Hair is growing in strange places, and I have a sudden fixation for udders.
• Rigmor: I am sure you will survive, Flint. I did.
• Flint: I hope we get to travel together, Rigmor, so that we can gang up on Wulf.
• Rigmor: Hehe…yeah, that would be fun!
• Wulf: Come, Rigmor, I want to show you something.

Rigmor followed me to some tessellated Welkynd crystals.

I asked, “Have you seen a Welkynd Stone?”

“They had mock ones in the Imperial City Museum. The plaque said mages had destroyed them all.”

“Well, there are still a few around. Mages destroyed many by using up their stored Magicka or trying to figure out how they stored Magicka. Quite a few died chasing that knowledge when the Welkynd Stone exploded.”

“Isn’t there a lot of danger in magical research?”

“Not if it is done correctly and the mage knows his limits. The crystal over there is what Ayleid first used to make Welkynd Stones. Later, the Ayleid figured out how to grow the crystal. The hexagonal shape of the tessellated crystals allows more crystals for a given area than round or square crystals.”

“And this is what you were named after.”

“Yep.”

“One of the natural crystals is quite large.”

“They were used to make Great Welkynd Stones that stored enough Magicka to last a city many months if not years after one night of starlight.”

“Does Aetheron rely on a Great Welkynd Stone?”

“Yes, and it is likely underneath the Ayleid Well we saw earlier.”

We exited Welkoril and stopped to look at some of the garden.

Rigmor exclaimed, “Wow. There are a lot of butterflies of all sorts!”

“Like the plants, some of the butterflies are from Oblivion.”

“I see webs. Are they normal spiders?”

“Yes, only small ones, to Inigo’s great disappointment.”

“Who is Inigo?”

“He is one of my closest friends, even though I only rescued him from jail a few months ago. He is a blue Khajiiti.”

“Blue? Did he fall into a vat of dye or something?”

“You know that a Khajiiti’s Furstock is determined by the phases of the three moons at the time of birth.”

“Yep, though it took some convincing by Baa’Ren that there was another moon we could not see.”

“Well, a particular conjunction of moons can create a blue Khajiiti of any Furstock. Inigo’s story is fascinating, and tragic, and I am sure he would love to tell you of his adventures, and misadventures.”

“I look forward to meeting him.”

“Just do not get him talking about spiders. He is obsessed.”

Rigmor was impressed by the outside pools.

She asked, “How come nobody is using them?”

“There are more pools inside, and the weather never changes. So usually, many residents walk around in their underwear and use the pools. However, while we await Alduin’s next move, they must remain in their armour. They can bathe two squads at a time each morning and only for a few minutes.”

“Won’t they get pongy?”

“No, Rigmor. The dweomer on their armour, and yours, prevents sweating.”

Next, I showed Rigmor the long entrance corridor.

“Where does all the water come from?”

“I have no idea what is underneath Aetheron. I never saw it before Mother got involved with Bal. I assume there are underground lakes.”

“What is that shimmering in the distance?”

“That is the portal to Aetheron.”

We got closer, and I explained, “If you were an allowed entity, you could step through that portal and appear near Falkreath. Almost directly below Angi’s camp. You cannot see the portal on the other side.”

“What do you mean by ‘allowed entity’?”

“I must change the dweomer to allow the exit and entry of a person. Now, you would walk into the cliff behind it if you tried to use the portal.”

“Why is it so far away from the rest of Aetheron?”

“If somebody breached the portal, alarms would sound, and we would have time to respond.”

We approached Aetheron’s Lattanyathil.

I explained, “That is a young Lattanyathil, a Blessed Life-Tree. Many Ayleid towns and cities had a central Lattanyathil.”

“Oh, that is the tree symbol I see everywhere in Aetheron.”

“Yes. To understand Ayleid beliefs, you must begin with the four elements. What are they?”

“Earth, Air, Water and Fire.”

“That is correct for other species and religions, but Ayleid believed the four elements to be Earth, Air, Water and Light. Fire is an unstable, degraded, violent, or corrupted manifestation of Light. The Daedra-worshipping Ayleids used fire to repudiate the peaceful beliefs of Aedra-worshipping Ayleids. Many Ayleidoon words reference light.”

“What does a Lattanyathil signify?”

“A Lattanyathil is the Aedric Ayleid image of living Light, of creation nourished, healed, and ordered by the pure radiance of Aetherius.

Its roots signify memory and lawful continuity; its trunk the endurance of the people; its branches the ascent of life toward the divine.

To corrupt life by bloodshed or fire is to invert the Tree’s meaning, turning blessing into blight.”

“The Ayleid sound like a beautiful, peaceful people. Not the monsters in the histories I have read.”

“They were until some Daedric Princes corrupted them. Then most of them were wicked, evil beings who not only enslaved the Nedic and other people, but butchered the Aedric Ayleid in several wars.”

“I would like to learn more about them.”

“But not now. If you get me talking about a subject of interest to me, you will die of starvation.”

We walked past some Dragonguard practising.

“Wulf, you have not asked me to demonstrate my Marksmanship?”

“Can you hit the side of a Mammoth at twenty paces?”

“Sometimes.”

“That is good enough for now.”

“Angi spent a lot of time improving my Marksmanship.”

“But even after several weeks, there was not much improvement, was there?”

“No. The initial lessons improved it a lot, and then there was only minor improvement.”

“Angi taught you what is needed to improve Marksmanship via practice. Unlike swords, there are not many techniques to learn with bows.”

“That is what Angi said. Only endless practice will improve my Marksmanship.”

“Your armour’s dweomer will improve it a lot. But it is still worthwhile to use a practice range like this one often. The bow I gave you does not have the draw of some others, but it is very accurate and reliable. You should be able to fire more arrows per minute than other bows allow.”

“And you made it?”

“When I was fourteen.”

“You are good at a lot of things, aren’t you?”

“Some things come naturally. My various blessings aid others. Most of my skills and knowledge are the result of intense study and tuition.”

“Lucky you are older than you seem!”

“Please regard me as twenty-two years of age.”

“Of course. I would not be seen in public with a dirty old cradle snatcher.”

“Eighteen, almost nineteen, is a bit old for a cradle.”

“It is a common saying, Dragonbum!”

“I know, Ramsbum.”

Rigmor laughed once more and stole more of my heart.

“Hello, Barbie.”

“Hello, Kinomaru.”

Rigmor looked puzzled and said, “I cannot hear what they are saying.”

“Barbie and Kinomaru are dogs. Although Kinomaru has many dweomer on him.”

“Well, do you blame me for thinking they might be dogs that are not dogs?”

“Not at all. Let me introduce you to a couple of orphans who have been adopted by Fortis, our blacksmith, and Hana, his wife.”

Oliver was busy scraping a hide.

• Wulf: Good evening, Oliver. Let me introduce Lady Rigmor of Bruma.
• Oliver: What is a pretty lady doing with you? Did you kidnap her?
• Wulf: Have I signed those adoption papers yet? Mmm…I might have forgotten.
• Oliver: Oh, ah, nice to meet you, Lady Rigmor. Isn’t Lord Welkynd a wonderful person?
• Rigmor: He is a bit weird.
• Oliver: Yeah, but he really is nice.
• Rigmor: I can put up with weird if there is nice as well.
• Oliver: You must also forgive his terrible sense of humour.
• Rigmor: Should I laugh or tell him how bad it is?
• Oliver: You have a sword. Threaten him with it.
• Wulf: Hey, some people laugh at my jokes.
• Oliver: They are laughing at you, Lord Welkynd, not with you.
• Wulf: How is your apprenticeship going?
• Oliver: I am not picking up the smithing as quickly as my brother, but I am better with hides and leather.
• Wulf: You have plenty of time to learn.
• Oliver: Yeah, that is what Fortis, I mean Pa, keeps telling me.
• Wulf: Will we see you in the tavern later?
• Oliver: Nah, we are having a quiet dinner at home.
• Wulf: Okay, see you later.
• Oliver: Not if I see you first.

The heat from the furnace was intense, but I had placed dweomer on the boy’s aprons, so they were not too perturbed by it.

• Wulf: Hello, Vany.
• Vany: Hello, Lord Welkynd and Lady Rigmor.
• Wulf: What is the latest thing you have made?
• Vany: I made my first dagger yesterday! Oliver is going to help me with the handle binding.
• Rigmor: How old are you, Vany?
• Vany: I turned ten last month.
• Rigmor: That is impressive, making a dagger at ten years of age.
• Vany: Yeah, Pa was very proud.
• Rigmor: Those bellows look hard to operate.
• Vany: At first, I could not pull hard enough on the rope. Oliver and I had to do it together. Now we can both do it by ourselves.
• Wulf: I am pleased that both of you have a new life here.
• Vany: We are still sad sometimes, but our new Ma and Pa make us laugh. They are also sad sometimes, and we make them laugh.
• Wulf: I will let you get back to work.
• Vany: Yeah, I must stoke this so it stays hot till morning. Bye Rigmor.
• Rigmor: Bye, Vany.

As we walked towards the tavern, Rigmor asked, “What is their story, Wulf?”

“Fortis and Hana had three children. Their youngest was a boy of twelve. The other two were twin girls of fifteen. They, along with many other children, were killed when our village was attacked.’

“Oh no!”

“I found Oliver and Vany trying to hunt in Whiterun’s tundra. That is a dangerous place, and even experienced adult hunters are wary of it. A local bandit gang had killed their parents while the boys hid. Instead of placing them in one of my orphanages, I asked Hana and Fortis if they would like to meet them.”

“You hoped they would adopt them.”

“Yes. And they did, and I am so pleased for them and the boys.”

“You must tell me about your orphanages.”

“They are half full now. If the Civil War ramps up or Alduin restarts the Dragon War, they will soon overflow. Perhaps we can talk about this another time.”

“Of course, I can sense how it upsets you.”

“We eliminated the bandits that killed their parents. I hope one day to do the same service for those who attacked our village.”

The tavern came into view, and so did Hashire and Surilana.

Rigmor exclaimed, “Unicorns!”

She ran to them.

I laughed when I caught up to her.

• Wulf: Surilana, this excited young lady is Rigmor Ragnarsdottier of Bruma.
• Surilana: I am excited to meet you, Rigmor.
• Rigmor: You are beautiful! And hey, how come I heard you in my head but did not have to acknowledge what you said?
• Wulf: You have an inner voice. I assume it speaks in Tamrielic, with your odd sayings, like ‘cool’ mixed in.
• Rigmor: Yeah.
• Wulf: When communicating via telepathy, a speaker’s inner voice is automatically translated to a listener’s inner voice. Unicorns do not have a speaking voice, but their inner voice can be translated by somebody who speaks Tamrielic.
• Rigmor: Okay, I understand so far.
• Wulf: Meeko’s inner voice cannot be easily translated. So, without thinking, we confirm with Meeko that we understood.
• Rigmor: That makes sense. Look at me, I am gobbledegooking!
• Wulf: I do not think that is a real word.
• Rigmor: It is now!
• Surilana: You cannot argue with that logic, Wulf.
• Rigmor: Hey, can I speak telepathetically to Surilana?
• Wulf: No, but you can speak telepathically to Surilana.
• Rigmor: Hello. Testing, testing, testing. Rigmor to Surilana. Testing.
• Surilana: I can hear you, Rigmor.
• Rigmor: Cool!
• Wulf: With some practice, we can speak telepathically to each other.
• Rigmor: Why can I do it so easily with Surilana, but not with you?
• Wulf: Our minds do not naturally use telepathic communication. They must be trained to accept messages from certain people. However, I can hear your conversation with Surilana. You will be able to hear me speak telepathically to Surilana.
• Rigmor: Why?
• Wulf: Gobbledegook.
• Rigmor: Can you speak to Meeko, Surilana?
• Surilana: Yes, our inner voices are compatible.
• Rigmor: Can you speak to other horses?
• Surilana: Strictly speaking, we are not horses. But yes, we can speak to horses. They are quite intelligent, though sometimes stubborn.
• Wulf: What is Hashire doing?
• Surilana: When he saw you approaching, he said he would try to talk to the fish. He said there is a better chance of them answering than of you taking him anywhere.
• Wulf: Is he still whining about not being ridden enough?
• Surilana: Of course. Nirn revolves around him. Forget Alduin or any other problem.
• Rigmor: Should we talk about Hashire like this when he can hear us?
• Surilana: Hashire has not been invited to this conversation, so he cannot hear us.
• Wulf: That is one of the advantages of telepathic communication.
• Rigmor: So, when you visited me ethereally, nobody could have heard our conversation.
• Wulf: Correct. Telepathy can work over very long distances, can’t it, Lunch?
• Hashire: Oh, it is you. We are so honoured to have you visit such humble creatures as us.
• Wulf: Excuse us, Surilana, we had better rescue the fish from Hashire. Imagine if they could hear him!
• Surilana: They would leap onto the land in the hope of ending the torture.

Rigmor found the whole dynamic amusing and wore a huge smile.

• Rigmor: Hashire, I am Rigmor. I am pleased to meet you.
• Hashire: I have heard so much about you, Rigmor.  Wulf talked about you over, and over, and over again.
• Wulf: Unlike Meeko and Nahfahlaar, you displayed no empathy.
• Hashire: That does not mean I did not believe you.
• Rigmor: Who is Nahfahlaar?
• Hashire: The ugliest creature ever to exist and not worth your time, Rigmor.
• Wulf: Nahfahlaar is also known as Nafaalilargus. He is one of my dragon friends and is a hero. The dragon on The Empire’s flags and shields is Nahfahlaar. He is the only being I know whose vanity approaches that of this nag.
• Hashire: He spends more time preening than a peacock.
• Wulf: Nahfahlaar’s nickname for Hashire is Lunch.
• Rigmor: I am sure you all get along.
• Wulf: Do not expect either of them to admit admiration for the other. But it exists.
• Hashire: Do you own a horse, Rigmor?
• Rigmor: Yes, his name is Ren. I love him to bits.
• Hashire: Pity. I was going to ask if you would prefer a unicorn instead of a horse.
• Wulf: I do not own you or Surilana, Hashire. You are free to leave anytime you want. I would give it a month at most before devotees of Hircine hear of you and hunt you down.
• Hashire: Pity me, Rigmor. I am forced to endure loneliness and unable to seek companionship elsewhere.
• Rigmor: From what I can see, you have a wonderful mate, a beautiful and safe place to live, and I know Wulf loves you. So, what is there to pity? Perhaps we can go riding together when Wulf does not have so much else to do, but Ren would not put up with your shit!
• Hashire: Ha! I like you, Rigmor. I hope you tongue-lash Wulf with equal skill.
• Rigmor: He will probably earn it. If not, I must practice to maintain my skill level so he will get an earful anyway.
• Wulf: I can see the ravenous mob approaching. We had better stake our claim on some bacon and eggs before they get here.
• Rigmor: Oh, quick, let us go!

We entered the tavern and grabbed decent portions of bacon and eggs. I was impressed with the speed with which Rigmor scoffed it down.

After Rigmor produced an impressive belch that earned applause from my friends, I introduced her to Inigo.

• Wulf: Inigo, this is Rigmor. Rigmor, this is Inigo the Brave.
• Inigo: It is a great pleasure to meet you, Rigmor.
• Rigmor: I have lived with Khajiiti for four years, but have never heard of a blue one. Wulf explained why it happened.
• Inigo: Unfortunately, nearly all blue Khajiiti are born into superstitious clans and killed soon after birth. I am a lucky exception.
• Wulf: Would you mind introducing Rigmor to the other Dragonguard, Inigo?
• Inigo: Ko’rassa and I would be most pleased to do so, My Friend.
• Rigmor: Why don’t you introduce me to them, Wulf?
• Wulf: I would find it awkward, Rigmor. They should meet you without the tension.
• Rigmor: Oh, I understand. Wulf explained to me about how his certainty about me was dismissed by most.
• Inigo: It has caused him pain, Rigmor. But come, Ko’rassa can charm the spots off a leopard and will enjoy whining about me to you.

Rigmor and Inigo sat at a table with Ko’rassa. I headed to the bar. Celestine came and sat next to me.

She asked, “How is Rigmor doing?

“Very well. I told Rigmor we shall head to Angi’s early tomorrow morning. We shall teleport to Falkreath and walk from there.”

“That is a steep climb.”

“We shall go at Rigmor’s pace. That is why an early start is desirable.”

“How were her sword forms?”

“She has been training with two-handed swords since she was ten. She has been living with the Khajiiti who rescued her for four years, and he hired Swordmasters to continue her training. She is a superb swordsperson, but I have yet to see her in a fight, so I do not know her temperament.”

“She told me his name. Baa’Ren-Dar risked a lot when he rescued her.”

“Even back then, he was well respected in both halves of Elsweyr. The Dominion would not dare act against him for fear of giving the separatists more propaganda. Rigmor was safe within his walls.”

“Vayu told me about your confrontation with Nexendia.”

“She only expressed what many are thinking. Meeting Rigmor again, like I always said would happen, does not prove me right about other claims. So, the doubts remain, and I am not in the mood to counter them.”

“I tried to explain to Vayu what I witnessed between you and Rigmor. It is remarkable and to be cherished, not dismissed.”

“Rigmor said she loves me. I did not return the sentiment, even though I have always loved her.”

“She would know, Wulf.”

“Yes, she knows, but saying it aloud is a commitment I cannot make until I know it is best for her.”

“Why did Rigmor want to go to Fort Black before Rose was taken there?”

“She dropped her father’s sword when fleeing the Thalmor after crossing the border. She thinks the Thalmor found it and took it to Fort Black. Rigmor found the sword inside the Bruma embassy. She does not know why they had it, but she wants it back.”

“Is there anything special about it?”

“It is Daedric, but they are not uncommon. It was used as evidence against her father and holds sentimental value. She was willing to risk her life to get it back.”

“And she is certain it is at Fort Black.”

“Rigmor’s memory is still a bit fragmented. I think she may have information at Angi’s about the sword.”

“I can see her being introduced to people, Wulf. She seems at ease.”

“Rigmor is charismatic, and I think her time around Baa’Ren-Dar has made her comfortable with people of many social ranks.”

“The Junctions support your claim that Rigmor is somehow important, and not just to you. What do you think that may be?”

“I do not know, Celestine. If I did, it would shut some of the critics up. But these Thalmor do not seem right. Why would they treat Rigmor like that when she is not her father? Thalmor are arseholes, but they are not the type to revel in the whipping to death of a young girl. Why did they keep breaking Elenwen’s agreement with Jarl Balgruuf? Why take over an unused fort when that is against the White Gold Concordat? I feel like visiting their Skyrim embassy and asking Elenwen. Does General Tullius know about it? Or Jarl Elisef? So yes, we are going to Fort Black to rescue Rose and get Ragnar’s sword, but I hope to find some answers.”

“I worry about you, Wulf.”

“I am not going to let anybody down, Celestine. At least I will know what to do once Alduin makes his move. Now I am making decisions on the fly, and although I am comfortable with that, others are not. They like certainty, and I cannot provide that at the moment.”

“Just be careful, okay.”

“Yes, Aunt Celestine, Wulf will be careful.”

“What time are we leaving?”

“Eight A.M.”

Celestine left to mingle. I decided to wander around and inspect my black-and-red comrades.

Apart from a few quick greetings, I did not stay to talk with anybody.

I retrieved my flute from behind the bar and headed for where I usually play and sing.

Rigmor was talking with Vayu when I started to play a haunting flute solo from Valenwood.

She came over and watched.

When I finished, I was rewarded with cheers and hearty clapping.

I told Rigmor, “Wait there, and I will sing a song, but I need my lute.”

I can use the Thu’um to aid my singing and project my voice. It is not the same as using a Shout, and it is safe to do in moderation. The Greybeards will continue contemplating their belly buttons without being aware of what I am doing.

I sang my song. I had sung it dozens of times before, but always alone. I changed some of the lyrics to the present tense.

• “These strings remember
• The truth others refused to hear

• I left the shores of Roscrea young
• Uncertain what the future would bring
• A ring of gold upon my hand
• And a plan both bold and grand

• But nights before my journey began
• A darker road found me
• A weeping girl in a dungeon’s gloom
• Who should not have to bleed

• I had no training for that path
• No wisdom for that place
• No hand to lift, no blade to draw
• No light to show my face

• So, I became a watchful voice
• Though I yearned to hold you tight
• But all I had to give you then
• Was compassion in the night

• I said, ‘Hush, little one, for you are not alone.
• I am your witness and will share your pain.
• I cannot rescue you, but I will not leave your side.
• Sleep and let your body rest.
• I will watch over you.
• Let me be your guardian.’

• You asked, ‘Will you always be my guardian?’

• I replied, ‘I cannot promise, but I will try.
• I will not stop out of choice.
• I hope that is good enough.’

• And from that hour, through doubt and dark
• That oath became my own

• I saw the lash, I felt it too
• Each stripe across your back
• The fire that tore your flesh from bone
• As anger drove their attack

• And when I begged you to ask for mercy
• To spare your life that day
• You smiled through blood and answered pain
• In your unbroken way

• Divines and friends heard me speak
• Of all I knew as truth
• And thought it only fevered fear
• Or fancies born of youth

• They heard the words I cried aloud
• But never felt their proof
• For none but me bore the brand
• That bound us both in truth

• And none but me could keep the vow
• That burned when all was done
• A sacred mark, a living oath
• That bound us both as one

• You asked, ‘Will you always be
• my guardian?’
• I said, ‘I cannot promise, but I will try.
• I will not stop out of choice.’
• And from that hour, through doubt and dark
• That oath became my own

• So, every lesson, every scar
• Each burden I would take
• Was measured by that single night
• And the oath I chose to make

• I sought not glory, nor a hero’s name
• Nor throne, nor fortune, nor fame
• But only one day to stand by you
• Your guardian once again

• And though they doubted what I bore
• And called my knowing wrong
• I kept your voice within my heart
• And carried it along

• ‘The worries of tomorrow are gone’
• You said, and slept in peace
• While I awoke to duty and war
• And feared my own would cease

• You asked, ‘Will you always be
• my guardian?’
• I said, I cannot promise, but I will try.
• I will not stop out of choice.’
• And from that hour, through doubt and dark
• That oath became my own

• So let them keep their doubts of me
• I have no need of proof
• A sacred oath was forged that night
• And I have lived its truth

• I was your guardian in the dark
• Before the dawn could start
• And though the world denied my vow
• It never left my heart”

There was a smattering of applause, whereas my flute solo earned cheers and whistles. I had poured my pain into the song, and my friends were uncomfortable with the result. I have no doubt some were racked by guilt.

Rigmor said, “Yes, Wulf, you can sing, and that was beautiful. I am tired, can we go now?”

“Yes, Rigmor, we can go now.”

I teleported us into Coranelor, my private chambers.

I helped Rigmor with her armour, and not a word was said.

She lay on my bed and fell asleep in seconds.

I pulled a chair over and placed it so I could see her face, not just the scars on her back.

The scar on her abdomen from Agni’s excellent needlework was extensive, but I doubt Rigmor would want me to remove it. It is another badge of her defiance.

I was more certain than ever that Rigmor had some importance in not just my future, but that of Nirn. I did not bother trying to guess what that may be. My friend, intuition, told me I would find out if I stayed by Rigmor’s side.That part was easy. No god nor mortal nor dragon will stand between Rigmor and me. The world is yet to see the power of Valdr Septim unleashed. Alduin will be the first to taste my wrath.