Maggie was waiting for the Herald’s answer; she suspected the Herald had something to say when she sent Tracy away…
Maggie smiles friendly as the Herald begins.
When the quiet Herald changes her tone and touches the subject of her rebuke to the Bailiff though, her Po starts to press its nails against Maggie’s throat, its mouth against her ears, its foul breath against her nose.
Use me, make them feel as you feel. The voice was suave, not the howling frenzy she was all to used to, or the unsatable thirst of the wassail. Maggie’s Hun knew she had to fight it… Maggie’s Po knew she had to show the two of them just how kind she had been for just showing the Bailiff a soft and polite rebuke…
Maggie was about to speak, her eyes penetrating those of the Herald, quiet but daring. She started to make her blood run through her body to make their emotions run rampant…
But then the Herald raised her hand and offered generosity.
Her Hun had won this time.
Maggie lowers her eyes and face in contrition and listens to the Herald’s gentle admonition. Her body motionless, quiet, she remains like that until the Herald finishes her words.
Then she calmly raises her head.
She speaks, none of the dare and bravado, just someone with a quashed pride and a quiet resignation, any hint of the battle that raged inside her only presumed by the time she took.
“I’m thankful for your mercy good Herald…” She finally offers nodding to the Herald with all the politeness she could manage.
Then she turns quietly to the Bailiff. “…and I’m sorry for my lack of restrain Bailiff Sage, you have been to kind to me today and didn’t deserve my spite and the foul words I exchanged.”
She proceeds, turning again to Martha.
“If the good Herald, or the Bailiff would be so kind as to provide me with a way to contact the Xerife, I would uphold my end of the … agreement.” the last word bittersweet, her lack of excuses a clear sign she knew how this could have ended for her...