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furniture in House Rigel?” she demanded pointing to the array of furniture that had just been cleaned.
“My Lady?” Kaspar gave her a truly confused look.
“This furniture isn’t solid adhmad. Why?”
“Of course it is!” Kaspar argued.
“No. It is not!” Isis gave him an angry look, if there was one thing she knew it was adhmad. Her manno had taught her how to recognize all its different varieties in his shop along with what it looked like finished. What she was seeing here was low quality adhmad covered with a thin layer of high quality adhmad to fool the eye that it was of higher quality. “This,” Isis touched the grain of a worn spot on the arm of the chair, “is peine from our southern region. It is not used in furniture such as this because it is easily damaged. Someone has covered it with a thin layer of dair,” she touched the darker grain that has not been worn away, “to make you believe it is solid dair.”
“You are wrong, ” Kaspar argued back. “I personally inspect every piece of furniture made for House Rigel.”
“ Well, you shouldn’t be Master of House Rigel if you are this easily fooled.” Isis fired back. “Jael, tip this chair back.”
Jael hustled to do his Lady’s bidding as the others silently watched.
“Do you see this?” Isis pointed to the underside of one of the chairs legs, the two different colors of adhmad were easily seen by all. “Who ever made this, left it this way, so you would know it was not solid dair. If you had ‘inspected’ this as you claim you did, then you would have known this wasn’t solid dair. I want every piece of furniture in this room tipped.” Isis ordered looking at the other males. “ I want to inspect each and every piece.”
“You are questioning me!” Kaspar couldn’t believe it. No one questioned him. “Questioning my abilities!” He took a threatening step towards Isis, who quickly took a step back.
“One more step and I will end you Kaspar.” Vali’s low growl had every male in the room freezing. Turning, they found Master Kaspar’s eyes bulging and a thin trickle of blood running from his neck as Vali pressed his sword against Kaspar’s throat.
“Vali,” Isis spoke to her second male in a soft, calm voice. “Ease back.”
“ No one ,” Vali continued to growl, pressing harder against Kaspar’s throat, “threatens my mother and lives.”
“Vali. Please.” Isis tried again, carefully placing a hand on his sword arm. She’d never seen her offspring so enraged. Vali was her calm, steady one but right now, he was vibrating with rage.
“What in the name of the Goddess is going on?” Oryon demanded storming into the entrance hall.
Oryon had spent the morning dealing with the dozens of decisions that had been left undecided in his absence. Some were important, such as training schedules, and which young males he would be willing to accept for training. Those were decisions that only the Lord could make. Others, he wished others could, such as from which farmer they would get their vegetables from this month and where the replacement linens would come from. As midday drew near, he decided it was time to see how things were going in the entrance hall. Finding Vali with his sword at Kaspar’s throat wasn’t what he had been expecting.
“This male, ” Vali spat out, his eyes never leaving Kaspar, “threatened my mother.”
“He what ?!!” Oryon growled lowly and was quickly at his Isis’ side, framing her face with his hands, his eyes searching hers. “Isis?”
“I am fine.” Isis told him, putting a reassuring hand over his.
“What happened?” Oryon demanded.
“Master Kaspar became… upset when I questioned his ability to distinguish quality furniture from inferior.”
“Furniture?” Oryon’s eyes flew to all the tipped furniture in the room.
“Yes,” Isis told him.
“You do not believe these are worthy pieces to be in House Rigel?” he asked then looked to Vali. “Lower your
“My Lady?” Kaspar gave her a truly confused look.
“This furniture isn’t solid adhmad. Why?”
“Of course it is!” Kaspar argued.
“No. It is not!” Isis gave him an angry look, if there was one thing she knew it was adhmad. Her manno had taught her how to recognize all its different varieties in his shop along with what it looked like finished. What she was seeing here was low quality adhmad covered with a thin layer of high quality adhmad to fool the eye that it was of higher quality. “This,” Isis touched the grain of a worn spot on the arm of the chair, “is peine from our southern region. It is not used in furniture such as this because it is easily damaged. Someone has covered it with a thin layer of dair,” she touched the darker grain that has not been worn away, “to make you believe it is solid dair.”
“You are wrong, ” Kaspar argued back. “I personally inspect every piece of furniture made for House Rigel.”
“ Well, you shouldn’t be Master of House Rigel if you are this easily fooled.” Isis fired back. “Jael, tip this chair back.”
Jael hustled to do his Lady’s bidding as the others silently watched.
“Do you see this?” Isis pointed to the underside of one of the chairs legs, the two different colors of adhmad were easily seen by all. “Who ever made this, left it this way, so you would know it was not solid dair. If you had ‘inspected’ this as you claim you did, then you would have known this wasn’t solid dair. I want every piece of furniture in this room tipped.” Isis ordered looking at the other males. “ I want to inspect each and every piece.”
“You are questioning me!” Kaspar couldn’t believe it. No one questioned him. “Questioning my abilities!” He took a threatening step towards Isis, who quickly took a step back.
“One more step and I will end you Kaspar.” Vali’s low growl had every male in the room freezing. Turning, they found Master Kaspar’s eyes bulging and a thin trickle of blood running from his neck as Vali pressed his sword against Kaspar’s throat.
“Vali,” Isis spoke to her second male in a soft, calm voice. “Ease back.”
“ No one ,” Vali continued to growl, pressing harder against Kaspar’s throat, “threatens my mother and lives.”
“Vali. Please.” Isis tried again, carefully placing a hand on his sword arm. She’d never seen her offspring so enraged. Vali was her calm, steady one but right now, he was vibrating with rage.
“What in the name of the Goddess is going on?” Oryon demanded storming into the entrance hall.
Oryon had spent the morning dealing with the dozens of decisions that had been left undecided in his absence. Some were important, such as training schedules, and which young males he would be willing to accept for training. Those were decisions that only the Lord could make. Others, he wished others could, such as from which farmer they would get their vegetables from this month and where the replacement linens would come from. As midday drew near, he decided it was time to see how things were going in the entrance hall. Finding Vali with his sword at Kaspar’s throat wasn’t what he had been expecting.
“This male, ” Vali spat out, his eyes never leaving Kaspar, “threatened my mother.”
“He what ?!!” Oryon growled lowly and was quickly at his Isis’ side, framing her face with his hands, his eyes searching hers. “Isis?”
“I am fine.” Isis told him, putting a reassuring hand over his.
“What happened?” Oryon demanded.
“Master Kaspar became… upset when I questioned his ability to distinguish quality furniture from inferior.”
“Furniture?” Oryon’s eyes flew to all the tipped furniture in the room.
“Yes,” Isis told him.
“You do not believe these are worthy pieces to be in House Rigel?” he asked then looked to Vali. “Lower your
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