I am mad. I am very mad. Not in an insane manner. Oh no. I am mad in a very unhappy and angry manner.
Baradar and I came back to Bree. We arrived this morning. I had promised to seek out and chat with my friends upon my return from the north. This promise I have kept. Little good it does me now.
Friends? Hah!
It started in the inn. It finished there as well.
Baradar and I had stopped for a drink. We thought those I had come to see might pass by. They did. We had not been there for long when Daigan and Blodwynn came in, accompanied by Eoryn. I remember Eoryn from my days living with Bearn. She is a small girl, smaller even than me, but much younger. She was kind to me back then. I thanked her for that.
It was all going well. We were laughing and joking, telling tales of what had occured in the months passed. Davick appeared, standing atop the steps. I thought to wait before speaking with him. I know that my association with the man could potentialy put me in danger and that bothers him, thus I waited. It was not long before it all kicked off.
Another man, one whom I do not know, rushed up and tried to hit Davick from behind. I did not see who it was at that time, for he was hidden from my view by the doorframe. It turned out that he is a small, skinny little man with a face like a slapped weasle. How such a being could think to take on someone like Davick is beyond me. Still, he did so, trying to start a fight right then and there!
Daigan intervened, though many of us asked him not to. Still, the bull-headed baffoon just had to stick his nose in! I did my best to comfort a very worried Blodwynn and Eoryn. Sometime during the ensuing argument between the men, Daigan leaned in to whisper something to the weasle-faced man. I did not know what at first. Not until after Davick had left and the man made a comment about me.
Daigan had told him! That faithless wretch had told this complete stranger of my feelings for Davick! I had told him these things in the strictest confidence and he just passed his water on my trust for him! I was livid. Absolutely livid! To make things worse, he very loudly made another comment regarding my feelings for Davick just as Drevorin passed by!
Well, that is just wonderful, is it not? Not only does the man betray my trust, but he also advises a hired killer of my association with his enemy! Fool! Bloody-minded, arrogant, untrustworthy, blabber mouthed fool!
I went outside for some air, to calm myself, to check on a departed Blodwynn. Baradar followed and, after a time, Blodwynn went back inside. Baradar calmed me and then went on his way to Combe, so I went back inside.
Upon entry, I found that Daigan was being pinned to a post by another man and that Blodwynn was highly distressed. I might have been too angry with him to care much for Daigan's state at that time, but Blodwynn had done me no harm and I really do like the woman, thus I went over to see if I could comfort her whilst that stuck-up gondorian twit was busily having a prove-your-manhood contest with the other one and disregarding her feelings utterly.
My attempts to comfort my friend were met with bile and insults from Daigan. Given how mad he had already made me, I was unable to prevent myself from snapping back at the self-centered twit. That, of course, elicted more insults from the man but I refused to let him hurt my feelings further. Instead, I just got ever more angry.
Eventually, those two left. Daigan stamping along as if he is king of the world when he has proven himself as little more than a foul betrayer, and Blodwynn following at his heels like a whipped dog. His parting shot was that I should never come near either of them again. Where he is concerned, that suits me just fine, but I shall not turn my back on her just because he is a brutish lout.
I later spoke with the weasle-faced man who happened to be accompanied by a shrewish looking woman. Already aware that he had told her, and they in turn had told Meredithe with whom I had shared a short conversation earlier, I asked the pair exactly what Daigan had told him. Daigan had told me that he said I held Davick in high regard. This other man said the word 'love' had been used.
So, to add insult to injury, Daigan had lied about the extent of his betrayal and now this pair, who seem unable to keep their mouths closed at any given moment, are spreading the word that Davick and I are a couple! Perfect, just perfect! Even a hint of such a lie getting back to Drevorin, or even Davick, and I am a dead woman.
I should never have trusted that man. I never shall again.
