Bonus #63: Coming to Dinner, part 4

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“I see,” Shaeine whispered, not voicing the obvious rejoinder. It was, then, a question of who survived to tell the tale.

Her mother was going to be exceedingly irate about her playing a role in wiping out a major Imperial House, but at this point, it couldn’t be helped.

The priestess reached within herself again, connecting to the power of the goddess. Immediately the so-called lamp reacted again, but this time Shaeine was done exercising restraint. Her aura blazed, a silver shield flashed into place around her, and still she kept drawing energy, pulling until she could feel the warning twinges of burnout. Her shield was a well-practiced technique that required fairly little concentration; the rest of that power she pushed straight outward in a torrent against the Scyllithene artifact she could feel trying to strike back against her.

Whatever the thing’s origins and powers, it was just a static artifact—a nasty surprise for anyone channeling the wrong kind of magic near it, but not up for a direct challenge by a priestess of Themynra on the offensive.

White and silver light burst through the room, to the accompaniment of shouts from the House Madouri soldiers as human eyes were blinded by the eruption. Drow eyes being inherently sensitive to light, Shaeine like any cleric of her order knew a minor working to shield her vision and pushed through. The magical impact sent the artifact careening off the table.

Directly, to her immediate chagrin, at Vadrieny. The demon let out a shriek of pain and staggered away. There was no time to wallow in remorse, however; the room was split by a thunderclap as one blinded soldier discharged his staff, and Shaeine swept back into action, cursing herself for the moment of hesitation caused by making her lover collateral damage.

Before any of the soldiers could recover, she formed a solid wall of light and swept it against them, slamming the men along one side of the room into the wall, then repeated the maneuver against those on the other. She couldn’t hit hard enough to kill with that technique—not in quarters this tight—but it should at least daze and perhaps injure them. More boots were pounding toward the doors, however, so Shaeine wasted no more time, vaulting onto the table and kicking Ravana’s abandoned plate upward.

It wasn’t just elven agility and reflex; she had been taught, specifically, to fight in a formal dining hall. Her fingers closed around the handle of the steak knife, snagging it out of the air, and she launched herself directly at the Duke. He was just lowering his hand from the blinding flash, eyes widening as the next thing they beheld was a cold-eyed drow bearing down on him with steel bared.

Then thunder cracked again; Dazan had drawn a sidearm and fired at her point blank. He was in the process of visibly flailing, making it a distinctly lucky shot, but then again at that range and given that she was charging right past him it might have been harder not to hit her, especially as the bubble of light around her made a much bigger target than the slender shape within. That shield saved her life, but the wandshot impacted her even as she lunged through the air with both her feet off the table; with nothing to brace against, the force of it sent her careening into the wall practically on top of one of the soldiers she had just felled.

She had blocked wandshots with her personal shield at Sarasio, but even that didn’t prepare her for the power they held, given that the shield was designed to blunt incoming attacks as much as possible. To truly feel the impact one had to be hit while flying through the air. The force of a single wandshot sent her violently off course with no more volition than a billiard ball.

A hidden door she had not observed opened behind the head of the table, by one side of the great display surmounted by the Madouri quest on which her ill-received gifts now rested, and more soldiers dashed into the dining room, weapons at the ready as they fanned out behind their Duke.

“Well, well,” Ehriban drawled, straightening up in his seat and looking past Shaeine. “Bringing weapons and shields into the presence of your governor? You are making this easier for me, Geoffrey—”

A beam of white light impacted nothing right in front of his face; the Duke jerked backward, gaping. It was likely no one had ever dared directly attack him before.

“Yeah, didn’t really think so,” Geoffrey Falconer said, still holding his wand aimed right at Ehriban. “You cannot imagine how much I have wanted to do that, though.”

“You’re only digging your own grave,” Ehriban snarled. “A professional like yourself should know I can have that wand analyzed after I take it off your corpse. When Intelligence learns it was used to fire on my personal shield—”

Two more hits to said shield shut him up for a moment, at least until Dazan turned and fired two lightning bolts right back. The first sparked off an arcane shield around Geoffrey, who had planted himself in front of Marguerite; the second was intercepted by another wall of silver light Shaeine raised.

Near her, two soldiers were trying to stagger to their feet. She swatted them back down with a mobile shield.

“That’s right, just keep digging!” the Duke exclaimed. “I already have more than I need to hand over Falconer Industries to my son to manage once you’re all—”

Then, while they were all distracted with that, another burst of white light flashed through the room.

When everyone could see again, it was to behold Vadrieny standing upright, clutching the shattered and now-inert remnants of the Scyllithene artifact. Fragments of marble and silver crunched and trickled from between her claws as she clenched down, further pulverizing the remains.

“Didn’t. Think. That. Through,” the archdemon snarled. Already, the half-dampened fire of her hair and wings was beginning to reassert itself, burn marks along her skin receding now that Scyllith’s light had been extinguished.

“Hold it,” Ehriban barked, beginning to look genuinely alarmed. “Don’t be a fool, girl. You may be able to kill me, but this room is full of my men, with military weapons. Those shields your parents and your little girlfriend have won’t last long.”

“They had better,” Vadrieny hissed, baring her fangs to their full unsettling extent. “If you so much as singe a one of them, I will disassemble you piece. By. Piece.”

A moment of relative quiet passed, broken only by the House Madouri soldiers getting back to their feet.

“Well, well,” the Duke said at last, forcing a thin smile. “It seems we have a standoff, then. How droll.”

“He can’t let us leave,” said Shaeine. “He has attempted conspiracy, corruption, and murder. If we leave here, we will return with Imperial troops to end his reign.”

“Or we can end it now!” Vadrieny barked, shifting her legs as if about to spring. A visibly frightened Dazan turned to cover her with his wand.

“Boy, I have told you to aim always at the weakest point,” his father said softly.

“B-but… I mean, has she got a vulnerable—”

“Them!” Ehriban exclaimed, pointing at the two older Falconers. Blanching, Dazan swiveled again, taking aim at them. “This is quite the dilemma we have on our hands, is it not? It seems if we are all to leave this room, we must come to an agreement. Now…”

Another figure slipped out of the knot of soldiers behind the Duke’s chair, catching Shaeine’s eye. No one else took notice of her until she raised her hand, holding Tellwyrn’s ancient saber, and pressed the edge against Dazan’s throat. The young lord emitted an embarrassing squeak, and the Duke turned to scowl at him, then froze, expression utterly shocked.

His wasn’t the only one.

“Conspiracy, corruption, and murder,” Ravana Madouri repeated. She stood straight as a battlestaff, as poised with the blade in her hand as if on a ballroom floor. “Altogether a typical Thursday evening in the House of Madouri, with the exception that this time you have assaulted with premeditated murderous intent a diplomat of an allied power. That, Father, is treason.”

There was dead silence, everyone in the room staring at Ravana as if they had never seen her before. For the most part, they may as well not have.

“…Ravana?” Ehriban said at least, hesitantly.

Dazan hissed and tried to raise his head higher as his sister tensed her arm. A line of noble blood appeared across his throat and began to trickle down the surface of the elven steel.

“Your swaggering and bullying has squandered every political alliance this House once had,” Ravana lectured her father in an icy tone. “That, coupled with the repeated offenses you have given House Tirasian, means the Emperor will not hesitate to exact the fullest penalty for this the law allows. Thanks to you, not only will no other House press him to stay his hand, the vultures will circle to strip whatever they can from the corpse of House Madouri. This asinine scheme could doom us all. And for what? Because you are personally offended that the Falconers are wealthy enough to detract attention from you? For shame.”

“They…you…” Ehriban stammered, stopped, swallowed heavily. “Ravana, little starling, please put that down. I promise you, I won’t let anything happen to you.”

His daughter curled her lip sardonically. “What happens to me appears to be entirely out of your hands at this juncture, Father.”

“Vana?” Dazan squeaked. Everyone ignored him.

“That…is quite enough,” the Duke stated, clearly regathering his poise sufficiently to straighten in his chair. “Men, escort Lady Ravana to her chambers and keep her there until I can attend to her.”

Another pause ensued. The soldiers clustered behind around Ravana, behind Ehriban and Dazan, shifted subtly, gripping weapons and turning to regard the young Lady, but did not otherwise move. After a moment, one of the other soldiers closer to Shaeine made as if to take a step forward, freezing when she half-turned her head to fix him with a stare.

“Now!” Ehriban exclaimed. “I have made my orders clear!”

Then Ravana Madouri smiled, and Shaeine felt a frisson coil its way down her spine.

“Lieutenant Arivani,” Ravana said aloud, “how fares your wife? I regret I have not had the opportunity to follow up with the doctor in some weeks.”

“She’s well, my Lady, thanks to your kind assistance,” said the soldier nearest her, turning toward her with the deepest bow the cramped quarters and his battlestaff would allow. “The doctor said it was a close thing. Could have lost her if it had gone untreated any longer, but she’ll recover now.”

Duke Ehriban was staring at this byplay with his jaw flapping in an amusingly fishlike expression. “Wh—how did— What?”

“Oh,” Geoffrey Falconer whispered, comprehension dawning. Vadrieny was now looking back and forth between the three nobles in confusion, but Shaeine had by that point figured it out. This was beginning to be downright Narisian, in fact.

“It is a basic principle of statecraft,” Ravana lectured her father with outright condescension, the blade at her brother’s throat unwavering. “Or, indeed, in any venture in which security is important. One must screen one’s employees—especially those such as soldiers in whose hands one’s safety rests—and not employ those with outstanding vulnerabilities exploitable by an enemy. No drug addictions, sick relatives, gambling habits, or the like. Not only have you consistently failed that basic step, you have gone further and created such cracks in our House’s security by not paying your soldiers adequately, and removing the traditional benefits they enjoyed under previous generations.” She finally turned her head to nod at the men clustering around her. “That is the first thing that’s about to change around here.”

The assembled Madouri troops stood straighter in response, several smiling at the diminutive Lady.

Duke Ehriban slumped back into his chair, gaping at Ravana in disbelief for a few befuddled moments. Then, finally, he emitted a forced chuckle, shaking his head.

“Well. Well, well. I, ah… I suppose I must bear some of the blame for this.”

“Some of the blame,” Marguerite muttered, but he ignored her.

“So much like your mother,” Ehriban continued, giving Ravana a fond smile. “Well then! I see there is yet another side to this…impromptu negotiation. Please remove that weapon from your brother, Ravana, and let us come to an agreement.”

“Negotiations are only necessary when one is not in complete control of a situation,” Ravana stated, her expression reverting to frigid detachment. “The soldiers here answer to me, as I have demonstrated. That leaves you nothing with which to pressure the Falconers or Lady Shaeine—whereas I can assure due recompense to House Awarrion for the grievous insult you have inflicted, as well as an immediate lessening of the entirely needless and punitive burden of taxation and administrative interference you have inflicted upon Falconer Industries.”

“Young lady, take what you’ve been given and be grateful,” Ehriban said, straightening up again and frowning down at her. “That is quite enough. We can discuss these matters in more detail later.”

“You fail to understand,” she intoned softly. “This province has been driven to the brink by your incompetence and malfeasance. Our people are harassed and abused instead of protected by your crooked police forces, your unreasonable taxes stifle economic activity, and your personal outbursts and petty cruelties have isolated us and made a virtual enemy of the Silver Throne itself. After years of corruption and abuse, you’ve finally crossed the line, Father. This is not an intervention. This is a coup d’etat. In the Emperor’s name, I arrest you for high treason. Once Imperial Intelligence has perused the proof of your planned murder of a Narisian diplomat, I imagine the ultimate sentence will be pronounced swiftly. Men, secure the Duke.”

“Don’t you dare—” was all Ehriban Madouri managed to bellow before being forcibly hiked from his seat by his own soldiers. Ravana finally lowered the sword as two more House guards seized Dazan and wrestled him to a kneeling position, arms held behind him.

“Vana, no!” the young lord exclaimed. “It wasn’t like that, she just… It was only supposed to be the Falconers!”

“Shut up, boy!” Ehriban snarled.

“Too late,” Ravana said, shaking her head wearily. “That is a confession, witnessed by all here.”

“I am a Duke! An Imperial governor!” Ehriban raged. “It is my word against—”

“You employ forgers, Father,” Ravana said pitilessly. “And in what may be the crowning achievement of your incompetence, you don’t pay them adequately, either. For your edification, if one must truck with scurrilous underworld types, blackmail does not suffice to keep them loyal—it only ensures they will be watching for the first opportunity to enact a betrayal. Lieutenant Arivani, I will require the ducal signet ring.”

“You will have to take my hand off first!” Ehriban raged at the soldier who stepped toward him. Arivani paused at the ferocity in his expression, glancing back at Ravana.

“If his Grace is committed to those terms, they are acceptable to me,” she said indifferently.

“Vana, please,” Dazan blubbered. “You can’t—if it’s treason, it’ll be— That’s the headsman for us, don’t you understand that?!”

Finally, for just a moment, Ravana hesitated, appearing uncertain. Attuned as she was to the subtleties of expression, Shaeine saw a transitory flicker as the young lady appeared to falter, somewhere between the vapid persona she had been effecting and the ice-blooded queenly facade to which she had switched. In that merest instance was a glimpse of a young girl who did not want to do this. And just like that, it was gone, leaving Shaeine feeling a sad kinship.

So it was, to be a noble. She would have done the same.

“If it is to be the headsman,” Ravana said in an impressively even tone, “remember you are a Madouri and try to face it with dignity.”

“Lady Ravana.” During the confrontation, Vadrieny’s form had faded away, leaving Teal looking deeply shaken. “They’re…your family.”

“My family,” Ravana said coldly, “exist for the sake of the realm and people of Madouris, not the other way around. They have forgotten this, and become too lost to pride to accept any reminder. A clean slate is needed if a true crisis is to be averted. Thank you, Lieutenant.”

She closed her tiny fingers around the heavy ring Arivani placed reverently in her hand, making no move to slip it on. Ehriban, in the end, had given it up with no further fight. In fact, he now slumped in the grasp of his captors, suddenly looking shocked and utterly defeated.

“Little starling,” he whispered.

“I have never enjoyed that nickname,” Ravana said quietly, staring at the table and refusing to meet his pleading eyes. “Starlings are an invasive pest. That is just one of the things you would know if you’d listened to your ministers when they tried to dissuade you from canceling those agricultural subsidies. It will take me years to untangle the mess you’ve created. Secure them in the lower cells—discreetly.” Ravana lifted her eyes finally, not to look at her father and brother, but at the soldiers holding them prisoner. “Until I can bring Imperial agents here to oversee and formalize the transition, his various partners in crime pose a risk. Permit no one to approach them. One warning, and then assume you are under attack and respond with lethal force. Against anyone—soldiers, servants, strangers. Make no assumptions and take no risks.”

“Your own servants?” Teal exclaimed.

“Teal,” Shaeine said softly, catching her gaze. She shook her head once. There was just too much to explain, and even if she explained it perfectly there was likely to be an argument as a result. This was not the sort of thing a person not raised to noble expectations was likely to understand.

The soldiers saluted Ravana, who turned her back on both them and the room while the two elder Madouris were hauled away, Ehriban in stunned silence, Dazan still shouting for his sister’s attention until the heavy dining room door was slammed shut behind him.

Facing the wall, Lady Ravana appeared to hunch in on herself. Her thin shoulders quivered once.

“Oh, honey,” Marguerite whispered, fortunately in a low enough tone that even Shaeine barely caught it. She started to take a step toward the young Lady, reaching out, but Geoffrey gently took her by the shoulders, pulling her close. Very much for the best, Shaeine knew; Ravana would not appreciate any such gesture at a time like this.

“How…how long have you been plotting this?” Teal asked, herself in a bare whisper. The words were accusatory, but her voice was simply horrified.

Ravana finally straightened and turned, her face once more composed when it was visible. “Too long. You seem rather put off by all this, Miss Falconer.”

Teal gaped in disbelief.

“If you would feel better removing yourself from the situation, I have a favor to ask.”

“Me?” Teal squawked.

“Well, more accurately, your counterpart.” Lady Ravana stepped forward, holding out her father’s ring. “We will not be truly safe here until the…previous Duke is in Imperial custody and the transition of power ratified by the Emperor. Perhaps not even then, unless his Majesty sees fit to loan me Imperial troops until I have thoroughly cleaned house. Even your family may be at risk unless we act swiftly. To that end, I would ask Vadrieny to carry this to General Tulivaan at the Imperial garrison here in Madouris. He…will understand what it means, though I rather expect he’ll ask you to explain what you’ve seen tonight.”

“You would send Vadrieny into an Imperial fortification?” Shaeine demanded.

“Tulivaan knows her,” Geoffrey said quickly. “He’ll, uh, have some questions if she drops in out of the blue, I’m sure, but his soldiers won’t fire on her at sight. Actually, even if they did, I guess that wouldn’t do her much harm, would it?”

“Please, Teal,” Ravana said quietly, still holding out the signet ring.

“I don’t…understand how you can…do this.”

“Then count yourself blessed. You would make a poor aristocrat…and for that, a much better person.”

They stared at each other in silence for a moment. When Teal finally took the ring, it was in a sudden grab. She hesitated only to look at Shaeine, her eyes wide and haunted.

“It will be all right,” Shaeine assured her quickly. “I am here, and your parents had the forethought to come armed. We will look after each other.”

“I…” Teal swallowed heavily, nodding once in a jerky motion. Then Vadrieny burst forth again in an explosion of fire and claws.

“Be careful,” the archdemon said. “I’ll be quick as I can.”

Then she was gone, pushing open the great double doors into the dining room from the formal hall outside and causing a scream from some passing housemaid. Geoffrey stepped over to gently pull the door shut.

Ravana sighed softly. “I fear I have rather unsettled her.”

“Teal is a sensitive soul,” said Shaeine. “It is a trait that ill befits someone in your position or mine, but a source of surprising strength for her. And one I value greatly.”

Ravana looked at her thoughtfully for a moment, then down at the ancient saber hanging from her hand, her brother’s blood still forming small streaks along the blade. She roughly wiped it off on the tablecloth, then crossed to the display beneath the Themynrite idol and picked up the accompanying dagger.

Both Falconers tensed when Ravana approached Shaeine with both blades in hand, but with surprising deftness, the young noblewoman reversed her grip and offered them hilts first.

“For offense given by my House to yours, honor compels me to return your generous offering, with the promise that full recompense shall be made. When next you deign to grace my hearth, no gift shall be owed, for I will regard you as…a…cherished comrade in battle.”

Shaeine, even poised as she was, blinked in surprise. It didn’t quite work in Tanglish; Narisian elvish had multiple levels of formality which could be used interchangeably throughout a sentence to add complex nuances of meaning. The lack was evident in Ravana’s faltering at the end there, when she clearly struggled to express a thought using unfamiliar formalities. It impressed Shaeine deeply that Ravana knew the Narisian etiquette at all.

“I accept the sentiment in the spirit in which it is offered,” she said aloud, reaching out to grasp the handles and gently reclaim the blades. Apparently her mother would get her guest gift from Teal after all. “Though your House has offended, you have done me great honor in seeking to correct it at personal cost, Lady Ravana. I would impose no further burden upon you in what I know is a painful time.”

Ravana met her eyes, and they shared a small nod of mutual understanding.

“I, uh… Would it be…gauche if I sat down?” Marguerite asked faintly.

“Not in the least, Mrs. Falconer,” Ravana assured her. “Please be as comfortable as you can. I am deeply sorry for… Well, everything.” She grimaced. “But most immediately for keeping you cooped up in here. I’m afraid I spoke the simple truth to Teal, however. This manor is teeming with my father’s sycophants; until they are secured, my loyal soldiers returned and the Empire on its way, I fear it’s simply not safe for any of us to wander about.”

“I think it would only be bad manners at this point if we went back to eating,” Geoffrey said, attempting a jovial smile as he helped his wife back into her chair. “So! Heck of a night, eh? Here we are, then. What, ah, shall we talk about?”

Each of them looked at each of the rest in turn, and the silence stretched out.

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33 thoughts on “Bonus #63: Coming to Dinner, part 4

  1. This was… actually not half as nasty as I’d expected. But of course, it’s Teal’s first direct exposure to blades-out conflict within a family… and her own family is deeply loving, unshakably loyal to each other, and much, much, saner.


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  2. “Qu’ils mangent de la brioche,” is remembered, possibly inaccurately, as the statement that launched the French Revolution. The starving French lower classes were set off into a storm of fire and violence by a severe famine, and a government response that was lethally unsympathetic to the well-being of subjects unable to both pay their taxes and afford the necessities of life. The murderously unsympathetic French feudal and royal governments were at least not robbing and murdering the citizens who did pay their taxes though.

    How did it manage to get this bad under the Madouris without a revolt or some other means of replacement of the defective regime? Ehriban is much more clearly and aggressively insulting towards his victims than that infamous line is, and yet somehow he survived this long. Worse, such a spoken insult towards the victims of French misrule is at least arguably less bad than criminal conspiracy to commit robbery and murder of law-abiding citizens by the government which is supposed to protect them from such things. This leaves aside the other issues of the Madouri government which are mentioned in passing, and it boggles the mind how Ehriban and Dazan hadn’t been deposed, killed, or kicked right off the planet before this point. Fine, reality does get stranger than fiction and some situations and people are so unbelievable that you can’t satirize them. Still, I don’t get it.

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      1. Revolutions by the repressed populace are relatively rare and usually quickly put down. Despots are usually overturned by other nobles. Which is what has happened here.

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      2. Arguably so, I suppose. The list of ducal fun that he has perpetrated according to Ravana at least doesn’t seem to include intentional genocide, although it could easily be French-revolution levels of bad due to agricultural and broader economic collapse. Perhaps it never did get that bad because the Omnists are too good at preventing starvation for a significant revolt to develop.

        We’ve just heard that Ehriban has collapsed the loyalty of his own forces and alienated all potential allies who could rescue him from starting a revolt against himself though. My best guess is that either the disaffection isn’t wide and deep enough to launch a big enough revolt or that disaffection hasn’t endured and organized well enough to launch an effective coup by the third estate.


    1. The French were largely alone, without a nearby external support base to back them up. However varied the internal problems of Tiraas, I think it’s likely that the Imperial troops would crack down on any rebellion within a province, even one as poorly governed as this. Without the protection of the Tirasian government, then yes absolutely there would have long ago been a successful revolution I think.

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      1. I would’ve expected the Silver Throne to make a point of intervening no less than a full day after Ehriban’s head was already detached, on account of him being an insufferable idiot even the other aristocracy doesn’t like. Maybe Quentin Vex thought about it and decided that would be a bad thing because it would sow seeds of greater aristocrat unity against the Silver Throne after he was dead. I guess we don’t have enough information to make sense of the Imperial-feudal politics.

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    2. A youtube video by CGP Gray called “Rules for rulers” has a point that might shed some light on this: a revolt is mostly successful when the ruler has lost control over their keys to power. That is, the army/police (and similar institutions) is usually successful in suppressing revolts, so a regime change usually happens when somebody else gains the support of those institutions. In this case, Ravana usurped the loyalty of the guard and replaced her father. One might have expected some protesting/rioting prior to this, but given that Falconer Industries seems to be a big part of the madourian (?) economy and seems to be both growing rapidly and taking care of their workers, my guess is that that the duke didn’t really impact most of the populace in a direct negative way.

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      1. In this chapter we’ve been hearing about rescinding agricultural subsidies and underpaying the army. Maybe underpaying the army was too new a thing for it to have led to his collapse before this point. Maybe the agricultural subsidy withdrawal didn’t have the chance yet to generate a severe enough production-collapse or misallocation famine to generate the necessary unrest: Omnist intervention is a weird thing to factor in because we don’t even know how much they could or did do to prevent distress and disaffection.

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      1. “…is remembered, possibly inaccurately…”
        Yes, I read the wikipedia article about the quote. I was vague about referencing the point you make because this is the comments section for a serial, fantasy, science-fiction, web-novel in which I was only bringing up references to the French revolution to compare against the situation in the text. Worse, I do not have the relevant historical expertise to know if that wikipedia article is accurate or if that’s yet another case of wiki poisoning by ignorant frauds, pranksters, and/or axe-grinding agenda-pushers. So I used evasive language to try to dodge, and I’d do it again without hesitation or shame.


  3. Ravana must have had accesss to considerable funds to get all those soldiers on her side, probably more than the allowance the Duke would give his little daughter for clothes and knickknacks. The scheming has been going on a long time.

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    1. Maybe she invested some of that allowance into Falconer shares instead of clothes and knickknacks? I could imagine that the return on investment would be better that way.

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  4. And this is far, FAR more restrained than I expected from Ravana. Once again, I don’t understand why Teal has such a problem with her. There were no acts of violence on Ravana’s part, she had been working towards this for (possibly) years, if her rapport with her guards is any sign, and she immediately followed Narisian etiquette to apologize to Shaeine for putting her in that situation, while promising compensation for the Falconers.
    It seems like this dinner just happened to be the golden egg that fell into Ravana’s lap so she could excercise a clean transfer of power, not something she planned far ahead of time.

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    1. For many people, family is *everything* and betraying them is unthinkable. This is mostly true for people with sane and loving parents – like Teal’s. Teal is horrified because Ravana is perfectly willing to condemn family members to death, and Teal isn’t politically savvy enough to catch the reluctance that Shaeine saw. Those of us who had horrible parents and have wished for their deaths are here nodding in approval and admiration, but Teal isn’t part of that club and this is likely her first exposure to someone who hates a parent (even for good cause!) so much that they are willing to arrange their death. I suspect part of that horror is also that Teal thought that perhaps an arrangement could be reached, that this could end without anyone’s death, and then Ravana showed up and made it clear that, no, there *will* be blood tonight. The fact that it’s mostly Ehriban’s fault that there will be blood and that it was basically unavoidable the moment he made his move is likely lost on Teal.

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      1. Reminds me of when when someone from an abusively dysfunctional family gets hit with “but they’re your mother/father/brother, you have to love them”. Those who haven’t seen, will have trouble believing.

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  5. Oh… oh no )=

    Teal has done more damage than she could have imagined, I think.

    Note the complete lack of a supervillain persona from Ravana here. She is in fact the opposite – the defender of truth, social justice and the heroic way.

    …Except for Teal’s reaction.

    When one casts off a persona they’d been forced to wear for their entire life and fumbles for a new one, those things MATTER. Instead of the role of the one good seed in a bad family, Ravana found herself a villain saving the heroes but eliciting their revulsion at the methods.

    Note that there’s absolutely nothing supervillainy about what she’d been doing up to that point. She was preparing for a SOFT coup, SOFT takeover. She did not set her father up for this, she was FORCED TO ACT by HIS actions. From all the “snake” references I’d have expected Ravana to have actually pushed her father along to give herself the pretext to execute the planning coup; instead, this was a last-minute save because he seemed utterly intent on taking off his own head, and everyone else’s along with it.

    Ravana WASN’T a snake. Ravana wasn’t PLANNING to get her father executed for treason.

    The cold, ruthless schemer was only reflected in Teal’s eyes, but because Teal was the one that emoted, that was how Ravana saw her new self from that point on – and in the wake of trauma from, well, having done that (WHICH SHE DID NOT EXPECT TO HAVE TO DO, as illustrated by the fact she’s forced to scramble for immediate physical safety), she committed to it.

    Her lack of restraint in all other manners after this came FROM this commitment. Her self-image, and with it the understanding of possible paths open to her, incorporated “me actually being effective = villain”. She already violated the greatest possible taboo, and with Teal’s reaction breaking whatever strings of self-image she’d been holding on to, went into a free fall.

    Ravana’s entire…. everything that she exhibits now is a prolonged trauma reaction from the entire combination of… that. Of having tolerated her father’s everything for years while quietly setting up in the background, of the sheer brutality of the coup she had to execute, of the reaction she encountered in the aftermath. Of her capability for violence AND for tolerating violence, having been placed in a perfect catch-22 in her position.

    If only it was Marguerite instead of Teal who disregarded etiquette and propriety here )=

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    1. A “soft coup” leading to her father and brother death has nothing to do with a soft coup at all. If she manager to exile them, or something, maybe. But lets not forget she killed a lot of people in the following days/weeks. If it’s your definition of a soft coup, i’m not sure I want to know what is a bloody one

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      1. We’re not seeing Ravana’s internal monologue, but there’s no evidence that she set this up. She appears merely to have taken advantage of the situation that her father and brother set up.

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      2. Even through Shaeine’s POV there’s no hint she did, and it can be surmised from what reactions Shaeine did catch and from the fact Ravana was in genuine physical danger afterwards that she did not.

        Ravana used a half-woven net to do urgent damage control, and while it’s possible the plan had been in the working for, like, a couple of days – since she learned about her father’s absurd plan – this is not what she’d been working towards with her strategic being-nice-to-soldiers.

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    2. It’s a plausible theory for why Ravana has occasional tendencies to speak and act like a ridiculously hammy, mustache-twirling, melodrama villain. If it’s right that says horribly low things about Ravana’s intellect though, or if not that then awful things about her sense of humour and tendency to get lost in playing a role instead.

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  6. This was a very tidy and well thought out solution to the preceding situation and nicely confirmed previous hints about what had happened, especially that it was the silver throne who executed her father and brother for treason and that forged evidence had a role in that sentencing.

    As for similarities with our world it’s just to look into the Magnitsky Act that USA and some other countries have enacted. Russia’s leader and supporting oligarchs have made all their wealth by seizing prosperous businesses from both the state and private entrepreneurs often by charging the rightful owners with made up crime and incarcerating them. Or by forcing them to sell their promising businesses for cheap change and be glad that they didn’t get murdered.

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    1. That sort of corruption has been known to happen in both the past and present, but it tends to be a feature of places with severe crime and government legitimacy issues. The pretexts for institutionalized robbery here are a mess of embarrassingly obvious lies and tangled-up, specious reasoning. Governing regimes becoming known for that sort of thing tends to shut down trade, investment, and all the other things that actually make things worth taxing… or stealing. It takes a complete failure to understand what wealth even is to decide this is a good way to run a country.

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    1. Duke: “You can see we’re not where you’re from, from the lack of barbarism and spiders”
      Shaeine: “Nice try at barbarism, Duke, needs more spiders”

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    2. Never mind just Teal breaking down, I’d die there. As a human the slaver asshole-fools would game a way to enslave me, and I’d commit suicide out of spite to prevent them from profiting from a crime they were likely to get away with. Brainwashing leading to a lifetime of slavery does not sound better than death to me anyway.


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