"Indeed," said Wynflaed, speaking for the first time. "And the reason we were summoned here so quickly was to deal with the landlords." She looked sharply at Saeryn and for the briefest of moments felt pity for her. "There will be time enough to discuss matters of legitimacy and the new order when our people"--here she gestured to include Saeryn and Thornden--"are fed and the landlords respect the authority of the Meadhall.
"Eomer King has acquainted us somewhat with the particulars of this situation, but a report, even from a King, does not compare to the information from those in the thick of the matter. We cannot help you as effectively if we cannot discuss these matters as a united front. You know these landlords better than we do. Please help us, so that we may all learn how best to confront--or cajole--them."
Calmly she folded her hands and looked again at the Lady Saeryn. Unlike her husband, Wynflaed had a rival in this Hall who could act for herself, and would likely not take any perceived threats to her authority likely. Yet it was Athanar who ruled this Meadhall now, not Eodwine and thus not Saeryn.
Well. She had extended the hand of friendship between the old order and the new. She doubted that it would be taken--they were too much at cross-purposes for that--but perhaps they would at least manage a temporary alliance.
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