I'd agree. The girl knows something of the matter already, and she seems to talk freely with Arthur, but there's nothing to lose in keeping our exact conversation private to her. I also like his answer. Not the kind that thinks he's crafty. A pure risk-taker. We don't need to play kingmaker to an over-clever schemer.
"Excellent suggestion, my love. Show her the bear skull, if you would. You know I can never tire of showing it off!"
As they're leaving. "Well, Arthur, let me allay your suspicions a little. Sometimes a dreary autumn evening is just as simple as wanting good company for a game of chance." The door shuts.
"After all, what isn't a roll of the die? When I was born a farmer's son, that was a low roll... though common enough, I suppose. Anything below straight sixes is a bad roll, as this life goes, and it's a harsh life on those that have no stomach for being down in the hole and still dicing their way out. So I kept at the dice. Left the farm. Kept at the dice. Went to war. Kept at the dice. Fought and killed, saved a king. And still I kept rolling. When I became a lord, that was an unexpected pair of sixes. And I keep rolling those dice. I've brought you here for a game of dice, Arthur, and the stakes are worth your entry, believe me. What do you know of your father?"
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If he knows his father, tell him you also know. Together, you can let the world know and press his rightful claim. Later on, no one will care whose favorite his mother was, but now is that proverbial flood-tide in the affairs of men.
If not, I'd be surprised, but tell him he'll find out soon, and it'll be worth sticking around. In either case, he stays with us as a guest. Distant cousin, to those around us nosy enough to inquire.
--- Not rushing the close of the RP segment, but these things need to be put in motion before December ---
Get the Rat on the task of spreading whispers about Owen involved in the Count's murder, per Ebbor's suggestion. The Count's daughter was the star attraction of the party we attended earlier, with a ring of eager suitors around her that she positively enjoyed. She likely hasn't stopped her flirtatious man-eating ways, either. Whispers that she is unfaithful to walrus-faced Owen weaken his authority derived through her, and get a good chuckle among the common folk. Other whispers that the old Duke was murdered grow even better in soil first plowed by derision, and soon Owen is commonly known as a hostage to a young Lady MacBeth.
We could even get some players to perform some plays. Back the creation of a few songs of bawdry about the deal. Common people love a good rumor about a murder conspiracy within a powerful family. Hamlet, King Lear, etc. And they love a tale of people swyving each other outside the proper bounds of marriage. Basically all of Chaucer. If we could only add farting and slapstick to this tale somehow, it would become a medieval blockbuster.
We need more supporters and disgruntled people in Count Foles' old guard to back the bastard. Owen is probably bringing some carpet-baggers and reliable outside supporters into Curbiston from his home in the county ruled by Zanders, so surely some of the old guard appointees are getting nervous about their positions.