They Find Him

Writers: Chelle, Ames, AL
Date Posted: 15th February 2011

Characters: Wirnan, Zathris, Wodi
Description: They find Wodi.
Location: Amber Hills Hold
Date: month 11, day 26 of Turn 5
Notes: Follows the Unthinkable.

Wirnan

Zathris

"Come in!" Zathris' voice was sharp. It had been a long day with a lot of
work and the piles just kept getting higher. Didn't help that there had
been disputes among the staff. Some of the assistant stewards didn't like
who he had chosen to be Head steward. Well, they would just have to deal or
leave. So be it. He had chosen whom he thought was the best man for the
job and Zathris stood by his decision. It still annoyed him, however.

Wirnan opened the door, "Lord Zathris, we have a problem." The words had
barely left his lips before Wirnan felt the anger rolling inside him. He
paused, knowing those words would have put his Lord on edge. Wirnan's jaw
was tight as he tried to hold his feelings in check. "I've just been
informed that there has been a rather nasty interaction between some of the
boys. One of them has been carried to the infirmary and he is badly injured,
from what the healer told me." Wirnan stood before Zathris. "I came here as
soon as I heard. I'm going to visit the infirmary next, my lord, if you wish
to join me."

Zathris looked up and barely managed to suppress the groan that threatened
to spring forth at those words. Manage it he did, though and nodded. His
frown at the entrance deepened when he noted the expression on his Steward's
face. He rises from his seat, hands pressed against his desk. "What?"
Zathris' own expression darkens as the news is told. "Yes. Yes I would.
When did this happen? Just now? Earlier today?" As he speaks, he circles
around his desk, his long legs carrying him quickly to the door.

"From what I've learned, it only happened a short while ago, My Lord,"
Wirnan told Zathris. "The healers came to find me immediately. They felt the
fight had only just occurred. Of course, I came here straight away. The
healer whom I spoke with said the boy had not been awake when he'd darted
off to find me. Shall we go, my lord?" Wirnan gestured towards the door.
"I'm sure we would both like to learn more about what truly happened.

"Yes. I want to see him." Zathris' expression tightened. Carried to the
infirmary.
In other words, beaten. And why? What would cause someone to beat another?
Oh plenty of reasons, he was sure, but he couldn't dwell upon possibilities.
"Lead on."

It did not take Wirnan long to lead the way to the Infirmary. Stopping for a
moment, he spoke to the healers and the pair were quickly directed towards
the back corner of the room. This area was shielded from much of the rest of
the infirmary and they had even drawn a divider to provide additional
privacy.

Wodi was unconscious. Someone had given him fellis, which was very nice. The
healers had tended to his injuries as best they could, but the general
consensus was that the boy would be in pain for a long time to come and
would have scarring. He was in the back corner, where no one else could see
him, though the gossip was already spreading.

Walking around it with Zathris at his side, Wirnan froze and could not hold
back the gasp that escaped his lips. The boy's injuries were severe, worse
than anything Wirnan had seen. Who could have committed such a heinous act?
He stood in shocked silence, unable to find any words to speak. Zathris said
nothing as well, but stood, gazing down at the body that lay upon the bed,
eyes tracing over the bruises on what skin was visible. His jaw tightened,
hardening the lines of his face. For some time he stood there, wrapped in
silence.

Then he turned upon his heel and walked out of the little corner. He
grabbed the
first healer he saw. "That young man. I want the details on his
condition."

The journeyman nodded to the Lord Holder. "Well, mlord, it's touch and go.
We honestly don't know if he's going to make it through the night. We've got
him fellised so he doesn't feel the pain but...there was internal bleeding,
broken
bones, and if he does survive, he'll be scarred badly not to say of the
mental
issues he could have."

Wirnan heard the words the healer and Zathris were discussing, though he
never left Wodi's side. **How could someone do this to another person?** He
thought with an intense sadness. The broken and bruised boy looked so young.
He had a full life ahead of him to live, and instead, his life hung in the
balance over some altercation that had nearly sapped his life.

Moving over to the bed, Wirnan bent down and whispered, "We'll get the ones
that did this to you and see that they pay for their actions. _That_ I
promise you." Standing up again, he swallowed with difficulty as he blinked
back the emotion he felt. **What if someone did such a thing to his own
young nephew?** That thought sat heavily with Wirnan. He _would_ see that
the culprits paid for their crime, and that something like this _never_
happened again.

Zathris nodded, jaw clenching and unclenching. "Do whatever you can for him
and keep me updated on his condition." Orders given, the holder turned back
to his Steward. "Inform the captain of the guards of the incident if you
haven't already. Have an investigation. Have him question everyone who was
near the area the boy was found. I want to know who did this. And why."
Not that it mattered _why_. There was no good reason, nothing that could be
told to justify the horror that had been done to the boy.

"Yes, sir. I'm on it right now." Wirnan looked down at the bruised form
before him. He would see to it _personally_, if necessary, that the culprits
were brought to justice. "With your permission, I'll go and see to matters
immediately."

"Thank you Wirnan." Zathris flashed a grateful smile to his Steward. He
was handling this well. Personally, Zathris thought he himself was handling it
well by not going out and finding the people who did this and strangling them
himself. Of course, that might change once they found the culprits. "Just report to me
as soon as you find anything."

Last updated on the April 27th 2011

Welcome to Triad Weyrs!

They Find Him