That's a grand idea Kitty, of course, I should I do that. Why did I never think of it? [ Then she clicks her fingers, theatrically rude. Perhaps Byerly would be proud of just how scathing it comes out. ] Wait, I forgot, I sent them letters that never reached them. Because Lord Hastings and his ilk carry all the letters in and out of India, and had stopped them from leaving by destroying it all because the entire British system is in their pocket. Then I was forbidden from leaving my own country to seek help, then they impoverished me. Unless you meant after I was a wanted criminal, while even speaking my name bears a life sentence or death, let alone if it turned out I was still actually alive and they would happily give out those orders to - oh, what was that, 'kill the rebel woman Lakshmi first amongst all the leaders'. Shall I walk in the front door of Parliament, where, I might add, the Knights reside as they are part of the British Government which if you had been listening at all I noted several times was entirely corrupt? Or shall I sneak up on an immortal warrior in his bedchamber and wait to see what happens hoping that maybe this one would listen?
[ And with that done, she gives her one flat look, Really? Do you think she hadn't thought about it? ]
Indeed. In the time of King Arthur, so I am told, the knights set out to find the Holy Grail, to fight against the Half-Breeds who had started to beset their lands. I am sure you know those legends.
[ It was written into the English blood like the Mahabharata was into any child of Hindustan. ]
Well, we certainly didn't have anything about Half-Breeds. But, yeah, we got stories of the great magician-king-who-subjugated-demons-and-made-England-great crammed down our throats.
[ But then, with a shake of her head - ]
But don't tell me all these old stories. I don't care about the origin of the - Blackwater or whatever. How come you've got the same powers as these people who are your enemies?
Half-Breeds are Lycans. But those bitten, not born. They are half the strength, half the size, half the ability. [ A brief explanation, hand shifting in a flick.
Because she realises - she's stalling on the rest of it. That weight shifting back on her heels, hovering in the swallow that works a hard muscle in her jaw. Fixing inside her teeth like she doesn't want to relinquish something so private. There is an answer there for her, but it isn't easy. It isn't easy to place Sir Bors. Immortal and tired. They are too deep in now, too deep to old things, old memories for it to not play on her - loss and uncomfortableness at being so. The man with his gray eyes.
Gray, Gray you fool. ] A knight came to my court. That is as much as I could tell you about how, when and why he arrived, just before my husband... One of the first, from the time of Arthur. His name was Sir Bors de Ganis. He too died and passed it onto me.
[ Kitty, of course, is as ever uncompromising in pursuit of the truth. She doesn't shy away in the face of Lakshmi's obvious discomfort - doesn't flinch; instead, she just watches and asks - ]
[ The words linger, long, long as he hung onto breath, do they linger, a half gasped of an ancient thing, bleeding all out. She picks a spot, a little bit above Kitty's head, as she says it. Long and flat and said as clear as the day she heard it. Soft against cannon fire, loud against whispers. ]
'You will change this, Lakshmibai, you must. This all must end.' He pressed it into my hand, and he died. I do not know what else he thought, what he saw in me. I do not even say we were friends. But we... agreed. I do not say how we agreed, what it meant, but... he knew as I felt, and...
[ She clears her throat. ] He was an old man, a wise man, and perhaps a fool too. He saw things no man should done worse, had to live with, he had given over everything else. I think... perhaps... at least, he wanted to die with hope. That is as much as I could tell you of him. Anything else would be presuming too much of both he and I.
I didn't. [ Her face earnest to that. ] Perhaps I was a very different woman then. But I trusted him. Did you not hear me, when Sir Herian asked? I took him in like one of my own.
Nor I ever let a lycan in willingly. I did not say I did so immediately, or I gave friendship of that sort.
But... I was alone, Kitty, I was so terribly alone. Think of yourself as you are now. That is when I had lost my child and gained another only to lose my husband. I had been humiliated in every possible way. I was alone, caring for ten thousand people asking myself, always, was this right? But I could not speak of it, I could not share it. I knew I must and always would be their Rani and never anything less, that was who I was now. Sir Bors, for all his years, did me one kindness I could never forget. He understood what I must do, and helped me make peace with it.
[ which at this point is a sort of familiar sound. The one that says 'I'll remember to come back to this later.']
You are, and for many years it was hard to be around Englishmen, I will not lie to you. I feared often if they might turn, if not into monsters then to trap me and betray me. The many years however have dulled some of that pain. I fight beside them like they were my own now. But you need to understand this at least - for many, even your poorest Englishman, no matter who he is, when he comes to the lands that Britain rules? He could get a local man killed, and no one would stop him because he is English and his word always matters more than anyone elses. It makes all of us afraid of your people. It is one of the great benefits of the United India Company's rule, and because of it, many of them will do wicked things in far away lands from their home because they know they will never get punished for it. So they are happy to turn the other way, even those that are not turned to Half-breed, will happily be complicit, even when they know the truth. Because what does it matter if it's not their home?
It isn't about who has it worse, Kitty. It's about the truth. I am not here to make you feel guilty for existing. I simply thought the truth was something you valued to hear, rather than the lies people tell themselves to be comfortable.
What's wrong? There's nothing wrong. I'm just giving you what you apparently want. [ Then a hard shake of her head - ] You can say it's not about who's got it worse until your face turns blue, but this is the third time in this conversation alone that you've pointed out how much more power and privilege my people have got. Which - Maybe they have. I don't know. But also, my people aren't from your world. And you don't know anything about how my people live, or what we go through, or any of it. You haven't even bothered to ask. You've just assumed. So, no, there's nothing wrong.
[ Hard not to bite further. Lean into it. Easy, easy, easy. ]
You asked, you asked about my people, my land, why I went to England, about the English I know. You questioned how I could do any of it, and then when I told you, you talked about your people, so yes, Kitty, I am confused. I care for you, like my own family, but I do not know what you want from me.
I talked about my people, 'cause during war, my people suffer. Because that's always how it goes. They always round up the poor and shove them in front of the enemies' guns, and then they turn a profit off our deaths. They turn our corpses into money to stuff into their fat stupid pockets. They -
[ She's getting off-track. She shakes her head, sharply, then says - ]
What I want is for you not to act like - Honestly, like you have it worse. You've just got it different. I mean - you say that if an Englishman came to your country, his word would be worth more than yours and all that. Well, my Englishmen aren't allowed to go to other countries. We're not permitted to travel, not unless we get sent there by a magician to work or manage to forge papers pretending that's the case. You say that our word would be worth more - Well, I've sat in court and had someone from the government look me in the face and tell me that my word was rubbish and worthless and that I was probably a criminal and a thug for having the audacity to get attacked by a magician. Every day, we're watched by surveillance spheres that report back on everything we do - Every day, we die in factories - And every day, people disappear because a magician walked by and they didn't look at 'em with proper adulation and the magician got angry. Or the magician wanted them, and they said no, so the magician sends his demons to kill them. That happened with a man I knew - a magician murdered his wife 'cause his wife refused to leave Mr Pennyfeather for the magician. And when they're not killed outright, we don't know where they go. Usually they're taken to the Tower to be tortured, we know that, but sometimes they're just disappeared - eaten, maybe, by the Night Police. And sometimes they come back, and that makes it worse, that sometimes they'll survive it, because it means there's nothing you can count on, you can't even give up hope when they disappear. And we're shoved into schools, locked into schools, where they force-feed us propaganda every single day so that we don't even know that it's not all normal and good. They control all the news that reaches our ears and all the stories we hear, and they put on plays that are laced through with propaganda to just keep making us think what they want us to think, and they keep us illiterate so we can't even read and think for ourselves. And so everyone stays docile. We all stay quiet and sweet and polite and we die in their wars and we die in their factories and we die for their pleasure and they make money off it, every time, all the time, and we can't hide and can't escape.
[ She reaches up and drags her sleeve along her eyes, dashing away the tears that have sprung up. ]
So please don't tell me how wicked my people are. I swear, I'll scream if you do.
[ Lakshmi is, ultimately would always be, a woman of so many reactions - part no doubt of the issues she has here. That directness she uses with both hands.
But it has and remains the only one that makes sense to her. To move and act and strike.
So it is not welcome perhaps, she isn't sure. Kitty would not be the first one to seem to act like care and affection were plague ridden actions - but she grips Kitty's forearm, the other to her cheek. Not an embrace, but enough that she can wipe the stray tear that leaks for her. ]
Look at me, please?
[ for once, it's a question. Not just a barked demand like she knows she talks to most. ]
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Date: 2019-02-06 07:35 pm (UTC)That's a grand idea Kitty, of course, I should I do that. Why did I never think of it? [ Then she clicks her fingers, theatrically rude. Perhaps Byerly would be proud of just how scathing it comes out. ] Wait, I forgot, I sent them letters that never reached them. Because Lord Hastings and his ilk carry all the letters in and out of India, and had stopped them from leaving by destroying it all because the entire British system is in their pocket. Then I was forbidden from leaving my own country to seek help, then they impoverished me. Unless you meant after I was a wanted criminal, while even speaking my name bears a life sentence or death, let alone if it turned out I was still actually alive and they would happily give out those orders to - oh, what was that, 'kill the rebel woman Lakshmi first amongst all the leaders'. Shall I walk in the front door of Parliament, where, I might add, the Knights reside as they are part of the British Government which if you had been listening at all I noted several times was entirely corrupt? Or shall I sneak up on an immortal warrior in his bedchamber and wait to see what happens hoping that maybe this one would listen?
[ And with that done, she gives her one flat look, Really? Do you think she hadn't thought about it? ]
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Date: 2019-02-06 10:00 pm (UTC)[ A curious look. ]
What - like you are?
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Date: 2019-02-08 11:10 am (UTC)[ It was written into the English blood like the Mahabharata was into any child of Hindustan. ]
What they came back with is the Blackwater.
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Date: 2019-02-08 01:32 pm (UTC)[ But then, with a shake of her head - ]
But don't tell me all these old stories. I don't care about the origin of the - Blackwater or whatever. How come you've got the same powers as these people who are your enemies?
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Date: 2019-02-08 01:53 pm (UTC)Because she realises - she's stalling on the rest of it. That weight shifting back on her heels, hovering in the swallow that works a hard muscle in her jaw. Fixing inside her teeth like she doesn't want to relinquish something so private. There is an answer there for her, but it isn't easy. It isn't easy to place Sir Bors. Immortal and tired. They are too deep in now, too deep to old things, old memories for it to not play on her - loss and uncomfortableness at being so. The man with his gray eyes.
Gray, Gray you fool. ] A knight came to my court. That is as much as I could tell you about how, when and why he arrived, just before my husband... One of the first, from the time of Arthur. His name was Sir Bors de Ganis. He too died and passed it onto me.
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Date: 2019-02-08 02:20 pm (UTC)Why?
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Date: 2019-02-08 02:28 pm (UTC)'You will change this, Lakshmibai, you must. This all must end.' He pressed it into my hand, and he died. I do not know what else he thought, what he saw in me. I do not even say we were friends. But we... agreed. I do not say how we agreed, what it meant, but... he knew as I felt, and...
[ She clears her throat. ] He was an old man, a wise man, and perhaps a fool too. He saw things no man should done worse, had to live with, he had given over everything else. I think... perhaps... at least, he wanted to die with hope. That is as much as I could tell you of him. Anything else would be presuming too much of both he and I.
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Date: 2019-02-08 02:34 pm (UTC)How did you know he didn't have some agenda?
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Date: 2019-02-08 02:36 pm (UTC)I didn't. [ Her face earnest to that. ] Perhaps I was a very different woman then. But I trusted him. Did you not hear me, when Sir Herian asked? I took him in like one of my own.
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Date: 2019-02-08 03:03 pm (UTC)[ She screws up her mouth, shakes her head. ]
I'd hardly let a magician into my house.
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Date: 2019-02-08 03:23 pm (UTC)Nor I ever let a lycan in willingly. I did not say I did so immediately, or I gave friendship of that sort.
But... I was alone, Kitty, I was so terribly alone. Think of yourself as you are now. That is when I had lost my child and gained another only to lose my husband. I had been humiliated in every possible way. I was alone, caring for ten thousand people asking myself, always, was this right? But I could not speak of it, I could not share it. I knew I must and always would be their Rani and never anything less, that was who I was now. Sir Bors, for all his years, did me one kindness I could never forget. He understood what I must do, and helped me make peace with it.
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Date: 2019-02-08 03:35 pm (UTC)That's - not how I am now.
[ Anyway. ]
And you really don't have any idea why he broke with the others? Why he went against them?
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Date: 2019-02-08 03:39 pm (UTC)Kitty, is that what you think I mean when I say English? You think I mean you as well?
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Date: 2019-02-08 03:45 pm (UTC)[ It was a response to the charge of loneliness. But now that she mentions it... ]
But - yeah. I am English.
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Date: 2019-02-08 03:57 pm (UTC)[ which at this point is a sort of familiar sound. The one that says 'I'll remember to come back to this later.']
You are, and for many years it was hard to be around Englishmen, I will not lie to you. I feared often if they might turn, if not into monsters then to trap me and betray me. The many years however have dulled some of that pain. I fight beside them like they were my own now. But you need to understand this at least - for many, even your poorest Englishman, no matter who he is, when he comes to the lands that Britain rules? He could get a local man killed, and no one would stop him because he is English and his word always matters more than anyone elses. It makes all of us afraid of your people. It is one of the great benefits of the United India Company's rule, and because of it, many of them will do wicked things in far away lands from their home because they know they will never get punished for it. So they are happy to turn the other way, even those that are not turned to Half-breed, will happily be complicit, even when they know the truth. Because what does it matter if it's not their home?
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Date: 2019-02-08 04:48 pm (UTC)Yeah. You all have got it worse than me. I get it.
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Date: 2019-02-09 08:41 am (UTC)[ Her jaw locks. ]
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Date: 2019-02-09 12:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-02-09 12:13 pm (UTC)Kitty, what on earth is wrong?
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Date: 2019-02-09 12:21 pm (UTC)What's wrong? There's nothing wrong. I'm just giving you what you apparently want. [ Then a hard shake of her head - ] You can say it's not about who's got it worse until your face turns blue, but this is the third time in this conversation alone that you've pointed out how much more power and privilege my people have got. Which - Maybe they have. I don't know. But also, my people aren't from your world. And you don't know anything about how my people live, or what we go through, or any of it. You haven't even bothered to ask. You've just assumed. So, no, there's nothing wrong.
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Date: 2019-02-09 12:37 pm (UTC)[ Hard not to bite further. Lean into it. Easy, easy, easy. ]
You asked, you asked about my people, my land, why I went to England, about the English I know. You questioned how I could do any of it, and then when I told you, you talked about your people, so yes, Kitty, I am confused. I care for you, like my own family, but I do not know what you want from me.
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Date: 2019-02-09 12:57 pm (UTC)[ She's getting off-track. She shakes her head, sharply, then says - ]
What I want is for you not to act like - Honestly, like you have it worse. You've just got it different. I mean - you say that if an Englishman came to your country, his word would be worth more than yours and all that. Well, my Englishmen aren't allowed to go to other countries. We're not permitted to travel, not unless we get sent there by a magician to work or manage to forge papers pretending that's the case. You say that our word would be worth more - Well, I've sat in court and had someone from the government look me in the face and tell me that my word was rubbish and worthless and that I was probably a criminal and a thug for having the audacity to get attacked by a magician. Every day, we're watched by surveillance spheres that report back on everything we do - Every day, we die in factories - And every day, people disappear because a magician walked by and they didn't look at 'em with proper adulation and the magician got angry. Or the magician wanted them, and they said no, so the magician sends his demons to kill them. That happened with a man I knew - a magician murdered his wife 'cause his wife refused to leave Mr Pennyfeather for the magician. And when they're not killed outright, we don't know where they go. Usually they're taken to the Tower to be tortured, we know that, but sometimes they're just disappeared - eaten, maybe, by the Night Police. And sometimes they come back, and that makes it worse, that sometimes they'll survive it, because it means there's nothing you can count on, you can't even give up hope when they disappear. And we're shoved into schools, locked into schools, where they force-feed us propaganda every single day so that we don't even know that it's not all normal and good. They control all the news that reaches our ears and all the stories we hear, and they put on plays that are laced through with propaganda to just keep making us think what they want us to think, and they keep us illiterate so we can't even read and think for ourselves. And so everyone stays docile. We all stay quiet and sweet and polite and we die in their wars and we die in their factories and we die for their pleasure and they make money off it, every time, all the time, and we can't hide and can't escape.
[ She reaches up and drags her sleeve along her eyes, dashing away the tears that have sprung up. ]
So please don't tell me how wicked my people are. I swear, I'll scream if you do.
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Date: 2019-02-09 01:17 pm (UTC)But it has and remains the only one that makes sense to her. To move and act and strike.
So it is not welcome perhaps, she isn't sure. Kitty would not be the first one to seem to act like care and affection were plague ridden actions - but she grips Kitty's forearm, the other to her cheek. Not an embrace, but enough that she can wipe the stray tear that leaks for her. ]
Look at me, please?
[ for once, it's a question. Not just a barked demand like she knows she talks to most. ]
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