[Oh, how she had heard of him. Of his father. Of the war they had fought and the glories they had gathered and the lives they had lived, spelled out for her in the tomes of the great library in her manor. The Epic of Gilgamesh, The Iliad, The Song of the Nibelungs... classics had been the way she learned her many tongues, pouring over translations in various old tongues and comparing them to her German copies to piece word to word, read each scene and page so many times in the process she might still could quote them.
And then such figures stood before her, in some ways different and in some ways exactly as she imagined.
Sieglinde feels a stab of guilt twist her heart, to see the hunger and hope on his face. Like a dying man offered water, yet she fears she can only offer him a few drops.]
Your illustrious father...
[It's hard to get the words out. To remember how Achilles had taken her hand at that winter gala and smiled at her, the look on his face when he'd said he was returning to his world and his fate. To remember the talks they'd had in that house in Woodhurst, before everything had gone to hell and it almost made her think she could imagine what "family" felt like.]
Was a member of a group called Audentes, overseen by ALASTAIR... as was I. For months, he journeyed as you do now, to other strange and marvelous worlds. Very few of us remain now in this "Hathaway"... but I remember him. I could tell you of his adventures, and- and how he often told me that he wished he might meet you here, where time and the flow of life and death become so strange.
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And then such figures stood before her, in some ways different and in some ways exactly as she imagined.
Sieglinde feels a stab of guilt twist her heart, to see the hunger and hope on his face. Like a dying man offered water, yet she fears she can only offer him a few drops.]
Your illustrious father...
[It's hard to get the words out. To remember how Achilles had taken her hand at that winter gala and smiled at her, the look on his face when he'd said he was returning to his world and his fate. To remember the talks they'd had in that house in Woodhurst, before everything had gone to hell and it almost made her think she could imagine what "family" felt like.]
Was a member of a group called Audentes, overseen by ALASTAIR... as was I. For months, he journeyed as you do now, to other strange and marvelous worlds. Very few of us remain now in this "Hathaway"... but I remember him. I could tell you of his adventures, and- and how he often told me that he wished he might meet you here, where time and the flow of life and death become so strange.
[How cruel.]