"You've already served well," Oliver said awkwardly, and he ant it. "If you're sure you're fine with doing it, then I definitely won't be turning you down. I'm not that nice a person. I really can't see what's in it for you. But your assistance would be greatly appreciated, Verdant."
"That's it?" Alia hissed. She was suddenly standing behind them. Maids were cleaning up the plates that she'd shattered, and she'd dismissed herself as though it was nothing to do with her, inserting herself into Oliver's conversation instead. "That's not how you're ant to swear retainership… it's ant to be much more, y'know, ceremonial…"
"Do not worry yourself, child. I will swear my oath to my liege before the shrine of Bohethomia. The God of the Oceans will recognize my promise, and hold to it," Verdant said, seriously.
"But that isn't…" Alia wanted to protest more, but she cowered beneath Verdant's gaze.
"So… odd," Blackthorn said, eyeing the two of them. She'd just barely finished her cake as well. She dabbed her mouth with a napkin, and sighed, looking as exhausted as Oliver had felt before the al began. Now, strangely, like an energy vampire, he was beginning to feel almost fine.
The grounds were cold from the freshly laid snow. It was beginning to lay more thickly now. When they stepped through it, there was now an audible crunch, as they sank down into the soft snow, and it compacted before the ground.
After their rather eventful al, Oliver had made good on his promise with Lady Blackthorn. He'd explained to Verdant what the situation was. He felt more comfortable doing that now, since the man had promised to be his retainer – though he had not officially sworn it yet – and he was more aware of the relationship between them.
Verdant had said he would collect the training sword for that purpose, whilst Pauline finished her al – the girl had been slower than the rest of them, and now they were gathered outside, looking for a spot in which to practise, as they waited for Verdant to return.
"Where do you want to go?" Oliver asked lazily. Verdant had suggested that they head to the area where his shop was, saying that it typically remained quiet, especially during lunchti. They'd been heading there by default, as though it was already predecided, but he asked the question of Blackthorn anyway, just to see if he could prod her into talking.
"We don't have a choice. We already told the priest where we were going," she pointed out. The only ti she seed willing to speak was when she could cut down sothing that he'd said. He winced at the venom from it, and tried to decide whether he preferred her biting comnts to her constant silence.
Pauline and Alia trailed behind them as they walked. Alia glanced around uncomfortably.
"My lady… We really should avoid using the main paths. People are looking. It will hurt your reputation to be seen walking with… him," Alia said, placing a heavy amount of disrespect on the 'him'.
"Alia!" Pauline cried out, dismayed at the continuous amount of disrespect that Alia kept sending Oliver's way.
"Out of curiosity, Pauline, what would nobility normally do, if they were being disrespected so continually by a student of the Serving Class?" Oliver asked, innocently, but he looked at Alia as he asked it, the threat obvious in his words.
"Well… If it were taken to the teachers, then that student would face severe consequences… expulsion, a whipping, and the like, depending on the severity of the offence.
But often the nobility choose to deal with such infractions themselves… Usually by… Uhm… A beating, or a social slighting, making their life more difficult by ostracizing them," Pauline's eyes darted between Alia and Oliver as she was forced to list all that would happen to her friend if she continued.
"Really? I could just beat Alia and no one would say anything?" Oliver asked.
"I would," Blackthorn growled.
"The staff would not get involved," Pauline corrected. "Not unless it was judged that you'd gone too far."
Oliver noticed that Alia had paled sowhat as a result of the conversation. He shrugged, and had to turn away to hide his smile, lest he break into a laugh. "You're lucky I'm such a good guy, then," he said, knowing imdiately that she'd bite into it. The girl did not disappoint.
"You are not!" Alia said angrily. "We had to fight you just to get you to be kind to our Lady! Our Lady whose house is so above your own, and yet you still couldn't treat her politely."
"Fight?" Oliver repeated. "You didn't have to fight ," he said, "you just had to annoy . You're pretty good at that, aren't you Alia?"
"…What are you even saying!? I'm not annoying! I'm just pointing out where you're wrong," she shouted back furiously. Oliver had to keep his head pointed away so that she couldn't see his smile. It was growing to be rather fun to tease her.
"Is that it?" Blackthorn interrupted, pointing to a path that led off the beaten track, into a copse of trees where Verdant's cabin inevitably lay. They'd already passed a dozen or so nobles and Serving Class students alike, all of which had given them odd looks at the pairing. He imagined that Blackthorn and her entourage would be rather pleased to get out of sight.
But this was the arrangent that they'd struck up. They wanted to forecast the fact that Patrick had connections to Blackthorn. Verdant had been in strong approval.
…
…
By the ti they saddled up next to the cabin, Verdant was already waiting, swords in hand. It was a wonder how he'd gotten there so quickly, but Oliver was sure that he'd likely ran, though he could see no trace of sweat on the man's brow, nor was he out of breath.
He was talking with a tall young man outside, as the two of them carried out a table, and a tray of tea to go on top of it.
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