d'enanigans: is calling it "the climax" too on point?

[nothing_to_fear]

This house has a very pleasant room for receiving honored guests.

In the fashion of House Shahrizai, the walls are richly tapestried (though not in identifying colors) and the couches are soft, finely upholstered. He has ordered the servants to stand ready with wine and light refreshment, and readier still to act should negotiations sour.

Jonathan sent a man to wait for Brix; he himself went upstairs to check on Matthieu. Finding him asleep, but well enough and in no danger, he returned to this room to wait.

He is reading a book of plants and their uses as they come in to light the torches.

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[gothamsheiress]

Brix laughs, too, harsh and humorless.

"If you think a blade to my throat is a threat, messire, you don't know me well enough at all."

[nothing_to_fear]

"Have you found Matthieu?"

This seems to be directed at Havelock, though Jonathan's not letting Brix out of his sight.

"I doubt he feels very sociable right now."

[oneman_onevote]

"If either he or Brix suffer lasting harm, you will die screaming," Havelock informs him with polite and glacial calm.

Neither of the guards twitch, but keep Jonathan's servants covered.

[nothing_to_fear]

The Sharizai servants are watching the proceedings carefully, warily; they keep an eye on the Mandrake guards, but their attention is on Jonathan.

"If I die screaming," he murmurs, "I won't be able to help him."

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock's expression doesn't change.

"Depends what you scream."

[gothamsheiress]

Coldly: "What's your price for helping him?"

[nothing_to_fear]

"Release my men," he says.

"Interrogate them if you must, of course. And as for myself ..."

His lips twitch.

"If you plan to kill me, I'd rather it be quick."

[oneman_onevote]

"Cooperate fully, and you live unharmed by my hand or those of my guards," Havelock counters.

He cannot speak for the royal guards, of course.

[gothamsheiress]

"Nor mine," Brix adds.

[nothing_to_fear]

Ah," says the man with an incredibly sharp blade at his throat.

"Well. That is a tempting offer."

"My lord," one of the servants begins, but Jonathan cuts across him mildly: "Stand down."

The two Shahrizai retainers look at each other.

Slowly, they lower their weapons.

[oneman_onevote]

The Mandrake guards step in to relieve them of their weapons, and Havelock sheathes his sword in what looks like a gesture of goodwill.

(It really isn't. He just wanted a hand free, and the whip is more versatile.)

"Good decision."

If a little disappointing.

"Allow Brix to step back, and drop the knife."

[nothing_to_fear]

Very slowly, his smile more like the faint, frozen edge of a sneer, Jonathan eases back and lowers his knife.

[gothamsheiress]

Brix moves away once his knife is off her skin, backing up to Havelock's side to give the Mandrake guards room to maneuver.

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock doesn't look over at her, but waits until she is well out of Jonathan's reach before continuing.

"What did you give to Matthieu?" he asks evenly.

[nothing_to_fear]

"The list is rather a long one, I'm afraid."

Jonathan still hasn't let the knife drop, though it hangs loose in his fingers.

"But I can set him to rights. That I guarantee."

[gothamsheiress]

"Do it now. Before he suffers further."

[oneman_onevote]

"Brix."

He doesn't take his eyes off Jonathan, but for the moment seems to be ignoring what he says.

"Would you take a look at Matthieu for me? Davien knows to expect you. And before you do, is there anything I should know to ask?"

Brix is no chirurgeon, he knows, but she has more expertise than he in these matters.

And he has no intention of letting Grue de Agen within reach of Matthieu ever again if he has the choice.

[gothamsheiress]

"I'll do what I can."

She gives Grue de Agen a hard look.

"Find out who paid him, if you please."

[nothing_to_fear]

As Brix exits, Jonathan takes a moment to scan the room.

Three armed men against one armed and two unarmed; of the three, none need come within range of Jonathan's knife to be effective.

Pity.

He watches Havelock nó Mandrake with careful attention.

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock is still watching him as he assesses the room.

(It would be nice, perhaps, to think that Havelock had never seen anyone searching for ways out before.

But people come to Mandrake for all kinds of reasons.)

"So you're someone else's hand in this," he says conversationally. "I'm really not sure if that's better or worse. Who are they?"

[nothing_to_fear]

Jonathan smiles faintly.

"House Shahrizai," he replies.

"Or some of its illustrious members, at any rate. I was never privy to the complete list."

[oneman_onevote]

Oh, Brix will not be happy.

Not surprised, either.

"What you have will be fine to start with."

[nothing_to_fear]

"Then were I you, I'd speak with Iva Shahrizai."

He thinks briefly of what she would do to him if he ever planned on meeting her again.

"She will be disappointed, I'm sure, by her cousin's broken engagement. And the loss of a Servant of Naamah."

[oneman_onevote]

Deadpan;

"I'm sure."

Havelock steps in idly, scrutinising Jonathan's face.

"Who else?"

[nothing_to_fear]

This time Jonathan pauses.





"Henri Shahrizai de Brest."