(515-04-02) Stolen Techniques
Summary: Maelgwn is set before a pair of ladies, each claiming the other stole their sewing technique.
Date: 515-04-02
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(Special thanks to Bradwyn and Cerys who played the NPCs in this scene.)

The Lady's Craft Competition is apparently something worth cheating over, as a pair of Ladies have accused one another of cheating and theft. The pair have been informed that Maelgwn de Tisbury will be deciding how best to settle the argument- and mete out punishment if so required. "Would the Ladies of Monxton and Orchestron please step forward to give their cases."

Lady Glenda de Monxton steps forward and offers a curtsey to the 'judge' of the dispute with a soft greeting. She then looks to her rival as they enter as well with a harsh glare saying soemthing under her breath that isn't polite.

Lady Moira de Orcheston is fair-skinned with a faint hint of a few freckles across the nose. This young woman has very dark gray, almost black eyes, dark black hair and matching eyebrows. She has a narrow face with an angular, almost tapered chin, her lips aren't too plump nor thin. She has a smooth, rounded nose and is overall very skinny and small creature, that someone could confuse her for 16 years old girl. Her hair is cut into a stringy bob which descends to her jawline.

As if trying to compensate her girlish physical look, the young woman keeps a very serious expression in her features. Her eyes are piercing Maelgwn as if she would be ready to stab him in case he would make a wrong decision. Though, when she decides to honor the other lady with her brief gaze, her look changes into more challenging one.

She steps forward as asked with self-confidence and pride. She offers a deep curtsy to the man together with the bow of her head. Then a very brief, official, polite smile flashes in her face before she grows seriosu once more.

It's not just her expression what is used to compensate her overall childish look, but she wears a black loose gown to make sure that her too slim body wouldn't be noticed and swaying of the dress would create an illusion of swaying womanly hips. It's just her arms thin as twigs of aspen betray of her unhealthy station.

Maelgwn is a giant of a man- towering over both ladies. His arms like the trunks of trees, and his chest thick. His face is heavily scarred, and he cuts an imposing and intimidating figure. "Let us begin, then." he stars, "One of you accuses the other of stealing a design technique for knitting. I would like to start with the accuser- please step forward and present your case."

Lady Glenda steps forward, not giving Moira the chance and states, "The technique used has been in my family for generations beyond count, this…" gesturing to the smaller woman, "…'woman' stole the techniques of my family and dares to claim them as her own. As if that House of her's had the intelligence to even think of such a distinct technique!" Her face reddening slightly towards the end of her words, no doubt the heat of growing anger.

"Very good." Maelgwn states, turning to look towards Moira. "And what have you to say regarding this?"

Lady Moira sighs, hearing the words of the accuser. She shakes her head like some sort of disappointed grandmother. Then she sighs again, "I can't believe that offensive words toward the good name of my family are her only arguments and we are actually making a case because of it as if there are no more important matters you should attend, sir Maelgwn de Tisbury…" Moira's look wanders from the Glenda up to the man. She shakes her head again, "Such an accusation was a surprise to me. I believed that we all are adults in this competition. Otherwise I would have brought more works made in this technique by the members of my family as proof. I was taught of this technique by my dearest grandmother, who died during this winter because of a high fever." An explanation of her black clothes and a bit somber, serious look. "I decided to participate in the competition using it in order to honor the name of my grandmother lady Corie de Orcheston, who learned this technique from her own mother, who learned it from hers. If this lady so requires, we could all go to Orcheston, where I will be able to show the works of my predecessor."

"I see." Maelgwn returns, nodding slowly. "I want you both to know that I care little for your positions in this. Justice is my aim." he says, "Lady Moira has declared herself innocent in this case. And you both stand before an agent of Earl Robert. I will ask questions of each- and expect a truthful answer." he looks then to Moira, "Tell me, Lady Glenda- who taught you this technique? Lady Moira claims it has been passed down from her Grandmother." he says, eyebrows knitting together as he wonders the same of Glenda.

Glenda is obviously indignant when she shouts back, "Your family couldn't prove a thing without stealing works from my family! Though I wouldn't be surprised if your House would do just that to prove your lies!" She then looks back to Maelgwyn as she is addressed and takes a moment to calm her voice, letting some of the redness flow from her cheeks and states, "I was taught by my mother Lady Awena de Monxton, who in turn learned it from her mother-in-law Lady Cattee de Monxton, who learned it from her mother Lady Maille de Monxton before her, and on and on back through the generations as I said prior. This slattern wouldn't know how to make fine stitching if the needle was driven through her nose."

"I urge you to keep insults to yourselves, Ladies." Maelgwn growls out, as he looks between the two. "Tell me, is there any relationship between your two families- intermarriage at all?" he wonders then, looking between the two with a quiet curiosity.

"I am sorry, Sir Maelgwn de Tisbury, but Lady Glenda is the only one who raises voice here and throws insults on my family's and my name, likely, because she knows that one way or the other the lies always see the light. She is ruining her reputation here and for what? A knitted shawl?" Moira shakes her head once more and sighs, speaking in a calm, quiet voice "There is no connection between our families, not what history remembers, but who knows what happened few hundred years ago…"

Glenda bows her head in submission to maelgwn and says, "Forgive my words Sir Maelgwn, but I cannot tolerate easily those who steals from my family and then casts the blame upon myself." Glaring at her rival at the words given by them and adds in a calmer voice, "She at least is truthful about our families having no inter-marriage. My house is too respectable to ever arrange marriages with… Disreputable houses." clearly catching herself before she gave another direct accusation, favoring a more general one instead.

Maelgwn nods then, looking over towards Glenda now, taking a slow breath. "Very curious, Lady Glenda. Your story- it is a touch confusing. Your Mother, Lady Awena, learned it from her Mother in law- lady Cattee de Monxton… Who learned it from *her mother* Lady Maille de Monxton? How was her Mother-in-Law's Mother also a de Monxton?" he asks now, curious, looking to Glenda very curiously now- his dark gaze hot.

Glenda blushes slightly in embarrassment and says, "Forgive me Sir Maelgwn. My anger broguht forth my words oddly. My mother learned the technique from her mother-in-law and my grandmother this is true. My grandmother Lady Cattee learned it from her mother Lady Maille for Lady cattee was the only surviving child of her generation from my family and as such her husband Lord Aillig married into my house to continue the bloodline. The women in my House have always passed on this technique to the women of my family who held any skill in sewing, whether born into the family or married into it. ALso of course those with the skill trusted with not sharing the secret with anyone else. It is the most cherished secret of the women of my House."

"I am not sure I believe you, Lady Glenda." Maelgwn states, as he looks then towards Moira. "And I am still as uncertain with your story- you said your mother taught this to you?" he asks then of Moira, perhaps trying to see if her story might change if he asks the simple question.

Moira shakes her head, "No. I said that I was taught by my grandmother lady Corie de Orcheston. I wish I could be taught by my own mother. However, she died giving birth to me. The birth was very hard and the midwife didn't believe that I may survive. As you can notice, Sir Maelgwn de Tisbury, I am not one of the beautiful ladies in Salisbury." She raises her arms as if to prove the fragileness of her body, since her arms are just bones and skin, "I was the apple of my grandmother lady Corie. She was like a mother to me and that is why she taught me everything what she herself knew."

"And remind me again who taught her the technique?" Maelgwn interjects quietly, looking to Moira.

"I said that she was taught by her mother. I didn't mention her name before. She was Lady Aelwen de Chitterne," Moira folds her arms in front of herself. Her gaze is raised up to look into Maelgwn's eyes.

Glenda's mouth drops slightly as it is said she is not believed. It takes a few moments for her to recover from the shock and then says, "The genealogies of my House can be checked to prove my words." this time with confidence that the records will show the connection she has claimed are true. She is otherwise quiet as Lady Moira is questioned.

"Very curious indeed- from whom did Lady Aelwen de Chitterne learn from?" MAelgwn continues, curious.

"The genealogies of my House may be checked to prove my words too," Moira states very calmly, "Lady Aelwen de Chitterne learned it from her own mother, of course, lady Fiona de Haxton. Lady Fiona de Haxton learned it from her own mother lady Bronwyn de Compton. Shall I continue, sir Maelgwn?"

Maelgwn checked his awareness of 10, he rolled 14.

"One of you, or both of you are lying." Maelgwn states then, leaning back. "I think I am prepared to render judgment." he intones, as he looks between the pair. "I will give the guilty one chance for mercy." he states, as he looks between the two- eyebrows knitting together. "Should you recant, and speak now, the honor lost to you will be lessened considerably."

Lady Glenda nods when Sir Maelgwn speaks of being ready to pass judgement, and then calmly looks to Lady Moira when it is mentioned that if the guilty party speaks up their sentence will be lessoned but remains quiet.

Moira nods at Maelgwn's words and stays calm, very peaceful. Still somber because of the recent lost of her grandmother, who was like a mother to her. However, she is still and just looks at Glenda waiting for her to plead forgiveness for the lies.

Maelgwn stands quiet then, looking between the two. "Lady Glenda, I believe you guilty. You are to withdraw from the competition, and pay a fine in the sum of two pounds- one pound to Lady Moira's family, and the other pound to be paid to Earl Robert." He pauses then, looking between the two. "That is my judgement."

Glenda looks shocked, then angry, but she keeps her tongue for a few minutes before saying, "I would like the record to show I would have rather had the Earl himself handle this matter so my family wouldn't be shamed over the lies of another." Clearly holding back, but she seems to otherwise accept the judgement and waits to be dismissed.

"You are a good and a just man, Sir Maelgwn de Tisbury. May your Gods watch over you," lady Moira offers a deep curtsy to the man and a bow of her head at the same time. Lady Moira looks at Glenda's outburst. Her eyebrow rises up just a bit, but she says nothing and instead looks at Maelgwn waiting to be dismissed.

"I am not finished, Lady Moira." Maergwn says, "This was a petty request to bring before Earl Robert." he continues, "This is what both parties now stand guilty of. Given the stories of each there is no way to tell who taught whom this technique- and neither Lady gave information indicting the other's theft. It seems likely both stories are equally true." he states, "You, too, will withdraw, Lady Moira. And a fine of two pounds- one to be paid to Lady Glenda's family, and the second to the Earl is levied."

Lady Glenda is surprised once more, however as the judgement is changed she seems more accepting of it and seems content that both are beinmg punished equally. SHe says nothing however.

Moira sighs and offers a curtsy to sir Maelgwn de Tisbury, "I agree with your decision, sir Maelgwn. What a shame that we had to waste your time with such a meaningless disagreement raised by the lies," she looks briefly at Glenda, whose lies wasted someone's time according to Moira, and then straightens up from a curtsy.

Maelgwn nods, standing quietly. "You are both dismissed." he states simply, before turning to give his judgement to one of Earl Robert's men.

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