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"I am translating something."

"What's dat mean?"

"It means something is written in a way I can say in the common language, so all may understand it."

"Oh."

"Where is your grandmother?" He wondered why she was being allowed to roam around the house unattended.

"Gramma help mama wif washing!"

"Washing?"

"Yea," Sunnar said, "Is Sundas. Mama and Gramma wash."

"Surely they can pay someone to do this," Voryn grumbled just slightly.

That was another thing he had noticed. He'd gotten a peek at the family finances, and they could comfortably afford a maid or at least a cook, and yet they seemed to do everything themselves.

"Why?"

"So they can do other things with the time. Washing takes too long."

And, he thought to himself, it would prevent Sunnar wandering off and frantic attempts to find her later, a thought that reinforced itself when he heard a rapid set of footsteps down the hall.

"Sunnar!" Sadara said, shifting the basket of unwashed clothes to free one of her hands. "You know you aren't supposed to wander off like this!"

"Wanted to see attic man!"

"Attic man is busy."

"I can spare the time," Voryn said, "It's only a few pages, and clearly you need someone to watch her."

Sadara would allow it - he noted a look of longing for a brief moment - and then she headed back down the hall.

"Your mother and grandmother do all of the washing, when they could pay someone to do it?"

"They say they not need pay someone. Waste gold."

A waste of gold? It made little sense to him, when they could well afford at least another set of hands. He resolved to speak to Sadara later about it. But for now--

"Do you remember the letters I taught you?"

"Uh-huh..."

If he was going to rebuild his House, he would ensure his child was well taught.

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Ouada and Sadara managed dinner together, some sort of beef stew, paired with some red fruits for dessert. A pleasant enough meal, but he noted also they tended to the dishes too...which did not sit well with him.

Why did they operate the household like this?

When Ouada took Sunnar up for a bedtime story he decided to speak up.

"You can well afford a servant or two to take care of things like meals and the washing. Why don't you?"

"We don't need servants," Sadara said, "We can do it ourselves."

"I am well aware of that. You can afford help. Why not take advantage of it?"

"Why pay for something we can do on our own?"

"Because your time is valuable," Voryn retorted, "Would you rather wash for four or five hours, or spend that time with Sunnar? Or mix up more potions for your business? I notice you have a late start on wash days. That is time you could be using to profit."

"It would cut into savings," Sadara said, "And I am not jeopardizing the future to make the present a little easier. Suppose my business dries up?"

"You are competing with someone who sells mainly foodstuffs," Voryn said, "It is unlikely that would ever happen. The number under your savings column in your accounting book is plenty large enough for an emergency."

"Have you ever had to go without a meal?" Sadara asked, "Or scrounged for gold to get a roof over your head?"

"No, but--"

"If I can do anything to prevent ever going back to that, I will."

"A handful of gold coins per week is not going to break your entire household. Washerwomen are not that expensive to hire. Nor are cooks."

"I am not going to risk the collapse of--"

"Your accounts will not collapse if you spend a few drakes on servants!" Voryn burst out. "You have a comfortable income now, why are you acting as though it will vanish if you look away?"

Sadara took a deep breath.

"Why does it matter if I hire them or not? I can do the work myself."

"The point is that you should not have to do it yourself." He shook his head, "Sunnar wanders off when you aren't looking. If you had someone to do this for you, you would be able to watch her more easily. Suppose she gets hurt trying to go up the stairs?"

She hadn't thought of that, he saw.

"Besides," he added, "You have rooms in the basement going unused. You could make having a room part of their pay."

"The washing is only done once a week," Sadara said, "I would rather..."

"A maid can handle multiple things. Let me handle it, then. You've never hired a maid, or a washerwoman. I can well cover the expense myself."

It made little sense to him. Spoil the child with toys but spend nothing on the routines of the home?

"I also don't want to hire an Imperial solely for you to sneer down your nose at her," Sadara said, after a long silence. "And I doubt any Dunmer would want to work in this house, much less live with the Sharmat, however redeemed he may be."

He had to admit that she had him there.

She didn't understand, servants were beneath their employers, it was simply how it was...even if the ancestors had turned their backs, what had happened to her Great House pride? She bore the name!

Another silence. And then, trying to think of something to ask that would not start another argument, he realized he had forgotten something.

"What did you do with the mask?"

Sadara looked up. "I had it melted down. I thought it was all gold, but it turns out that much of it was Dwemer brass."

She left the room briefly, and returned with a bag, from which she drew a key, a spool of thread, a pen, and a chainless round decoration he assumed was meant to be part of a necklace, studded with an amethyst.

"This hardly seems like enough."

"I let the smith keep some of it as his payment." Sadara gestured. "A key to the house, a thread for...I don't know, it seemed like the thing to do. A pen because I needed one, and this...well, I have a chain for it somewhere, but I don't generally need it. I just thought I should have a bit of jewelry that wasn't the moon-and-star. Not that I can wear that anymore."

"Does Azura take that from you too?"

"No. But I have to hear her bitching when I wear it, so I simply don't."

He really couldn't help but laugh on hearing that. There she was, the woman he had seen in Red Mountain those few years ago, before she'd slammed the door shut and refused to show him anything.

Before he'd made it necessary to do so, his mind quickly corrected him.

"You speak boldly for one cursed by a daedric prince."

"I've lived through worse than her," Sadara said. "I've been through times where I didn't know healing spells and couldn't afford potions and it was essentially like now."

Ouada appeared then in the doorway.

"Sadara," she said, with a small smile, "Sunnar wants the story about the rotten man again."

"Again?" Sadara asked. "I wonder why she likes hearing about the Underking so much..."

Up and away she went, and he watched her as long as he could.

"She does still love you, you know," Ouada said.

"That is not--you do not need to comment on it."

"I know I don't." She gave an annoyingly knowing smile. "All you need to do is put forth a little effort."

"I am trying to. She won't let me."

"Perhaps listen to her a little more. I want my girl to be happy, and seeing as how she will not stop mooning over you, it must be you who does it."

Another pause.

"You are much more..." Voryn struggled for a word, "...inclined to let things go, than I thought you would be. I had expected you to be my greatest hurdle to get over."

"If I wanted to do that I would tell her what disease the emperor's healers cured." Ouada sat down in the chair on the other side of the table his papers were on. "She doesn't remember. She was too busy celebrating."

"What does that have to do with--"

"I sought fortune in Morrowind, trying to have my version of adventure. And in the ashlands..." Ouada shook her head. "I don't remember if it was a rat or a nixhound, or one of your swollen monstrosities. All I knew is that I was ill after. I didn't waste the drakes on potions because I thought I had fought it back. I'd had a resist spell. Any number of justifications you can think of for not taking care of myself, I used."

"A blight disease?"

"Black-Heart Blight, specifically." Ouada looked down at his Dwemer writing.

"You are forgiving too easily," Voryn replied. "Had it been me--"

"That is the difference between us. I have had my life back for some time now. Make my daughter happy, and I will never tell her you are the reason I was so ill for so long."

He agreed.

But after a moment to think on it he added something.

"That is the most Hlaalu thing I have ever heard."

"House Dagoth is partially Dwemer, too," Voryn said, "A few generations back from me, but there is Dwemer in our blood."

"Oh, really? I had no idea. But...no one talks about your family, if they can help it. What I found out I had to find from your brothers, or the books in their strongholds. I've collected a number of them, but..."

She shook her head. He was talking more nicely now, and that was wonderful, but she was too worried that the nastiness from before would return to be hopeful just yet.

"If Sunnar begins growing beard hairs when she comes of age, then you will have all the proof you need."

"Beard hairs?"

"Female Dwemer had beards, the same as the men did."

Sadara shook her head.

"Now," she said, "Until the Emperor shows, I can't have you going outside without one of us being with you."

"And Sunnar?"

"I don't know how to tell her. I don't know what to say," Sadara said, "She will accept the dragon fixed you, but that you are her father, I don't...I don't know. This is entirely new territory for me. I had never thought even if you did, how I would say it to her."

"Simply tell her, then. My mind was not well, and you did not want to introduce us for fear of what may happen. Now I am safe, and you have nothing to fear."

"After the emperor's visit," Sadara said, "Because if I tell her you're her father, she will go about yelling that she is a Dagoth, before the emperor has had a chance to fix things."

"You are too dedicated to this emperor of yours," Voryn said, with only a hint of an edge in his voice. "And you hold too much faith in what he is able to do."

"He has always dealt with me fairly," Sadara replied. "He has fudged details, perhaps, but when he tells me he means to do something, he does it. When I said I was a loyal servant, I meant it. And I can hear what you're thinking...'would that you could have been so with me,' so you don't need to mention it."

"You know me well."

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Voryn largely spent his time being questioned by Sunnar over the next few weeks. What was his name, what sweets did he like, why was he so thin, why was he so tall...on and on and on. In return he taught her little things - letters and words in Cyrodiilic, Dunmeris, and Dwemeri. Sadara said he was asking too much of the child but he replied back that Sunnar was a Dagoth and thus in possession of a superior mind.

It was a very dull few weeks, from his point of view, but Sadara saw him somewhat relax at the constant presence of someone who was not afraid of him. Someone actually eager to see him and speak to him, without the weight of...everything.

If he can stay even just this way, it will be enough, she thought. She wouldn't dare hope for more.

Outside trips were very brief. Sadara was fairly closed mouth about her 'husband's' sudden change and said she had tried a new potion that she hoped would work, and that she didn't want to needlessly excite him. That seemed enough for their curiosity - or at least enough to keep them whispering at a distance rather than questioning him directly. He wasn't pleased to see all the Imperials about, but he was at least smart enough to know better than to remark on it in front of them.

He watched. That was the only thing that really made people uncomfortable in the beginning, was how he stared. Sadara could excuse it away with remarks about how he had been isolated due to his sick mind, and she was attempting to accustom him to the outside, and to people.

And to the chapel. They did not question her on that, when she said she prayed to Akatosh for his mind to stay clean and clear as it was now. That much they could explain away.

Then the letter arrived, informing her the emperor was a day away, and that she should be in the chapel, with Voryn, at a certain time tomorrow.

Tomorrow came all too soon. Sadara handed over the shop keys to Ouada, and with a cloaked Voryn at her side slipped down the street in the direction of the chapel.

"I still think this is a waste of time," Voryn said, bringing down the hood once they were inside. "But as you seem determined to parade me in front of him..."

"I am not parading anything," Sadara replied. She sat with him in one of the pews and shut her eyes, mentally whispering a prayer to Akatosh. Asking that this go well, that Voryn did not do anything stupid or violent. That he would let himself be helped.

Even if nothing more happened, it would all be worth it if he would only live in the present instead of the past.

The double doors began to open. In stepped two Blades, who positioned themselves on either side of the door. Two more entered, followed soon after by the slow-paced Emperor.

Sadara stood and bowed as he got closer, and then once the introductory niceties were over, gave a slight, sad smile. "You move as if every bone aches."

"Because it does," Uriel said, giving a similar sort of smile in return.

"I have a potion that could help with that."

"The pain is bearable, my faithful Blade, and I am nearly seventy," Uriel said, "I prefer not to run to potions for every ache or ill."

"After the life you have lead you deserve some ease, my friend. Please, sit. I hear the crackling in your knees even through your robe."

"I would rather stand, and meet this man I have heard so much about. Lord Dagoth, I believe?"

Sadara nudged Voryn, who stood up from the pew to his full height, and looked down at the Emperor.

"Emperor Uriel Septim VII."

"It truly is fascinating to see you in person. Before, all I had was the word of a trusted friend. You seem less godly than I expected."

"Thanks to your dear friend," Voryn replied, keeping his tone at least polite, even if it was coldly so.

"My first question is, what prompted this change of heart? How am I to know that you are not pretending?"

"Because I am the last of my house," Voryn said, "And because I would like to discharge the favor for my life that she granted."

Sadara added nothing, and stared at one of the stained glass windows.

"My house cannot flourish in an attic, and I would not have my child go through life completely fatherless."

"A true Dunmeri answer." The Emperor gave another little smile, and then, in near-perfect Dunmeris, added, "The ancestors must have been pleased."

Voryn stiffened.

"You speak Dunmeris?"

"I have tried to learn a little of all languages in the Empire," came the even reply, "Peace be upon your ancestors."

Voryn stared.

"I am sure you do not wish to repeat what they have said to you, although I may hazard a guess. I am already hearing word being spread by the Dissident Priests about the sins of the Tribunal, and what they did to your family. I can confirm it, and add that your mind is cleansed. But I would extract a promise from here."

"And now we begin to arrive at the truth," Voryn said, though his tone wasn't as cutting now. "You want something in return for this."

"I want something done about Baar Dau. I have not foreseen its fall while I still live, but the Tribunal's power wanes now they are cut off from the Heart of Lorkhan. It can only be a matter of time before it falls and devastates your people. And regardless of what you think of how I have ruled over them, it would benefit no one of the Dunmer to have it crash into the city of Vivec."

"That is all? That is truly all? You do not wish me to prostrate myself and pledge myself to your throne?"

"Certainly not," the Emperor replied, "I should like to have someone around who is brave enough to dislike me. You ruled a Great House, I am told, and no doubt were surrounded with those who did it constantly to gain favor. It is a benefit to have someone dislike you honestly. Swear by Akatosh that you will not raise a hand to harm me, and I will be satisfied."

It was the bitterest sentence Voryn would ever have to utter, Sadara could see it written all over his face. But they stood before the shrine at the end of the room, Voryn with one hand on it, as he did so.

He stumbled at first, nearly saying Auriel instead of Akatosh. But he started over and managed it.

"I swear by Akatosh that I will not attack you in any manner."

The dragon god was listening. Sadara could feel that much. But thankfully there were no words or sudden visions.

"Now that that is out of the way," the Emperor said, "I had the Black Horse Courier print the stories ahead of time. I will be staying the night in Kvatch and have the papers distributed here, as they will be in other cities."

"And what does it say?"

"It tells that you were corrupted by the Heart of Lorkhan, and the light of Akatosh banished the darkness. It adds the sin against your family that the Tribunal committed, and Sadara's role in your rescue. I can't guarantee your safety if you leave Cyrodiil, but this far from Morrowind you should be well enough. Establish House Dagoth again, pay your taxes, make no trouble, and I shall be happy to count you among the citizenry. I am sure a mer of your experience could be a great boon to any city."

There was a pause.

He made a few remarks about how Sunnar was doing, and joking that she would be trouble - at the agree of three, most children were, whether they meant it or not - while wishing Sadara well on raising her with the new pressure of a dynasty. He looked at Voryn then.

"Of all people, I think you understand well that, as well as I do. Having to pass on the name and safeguard it from danger."

"I do," Voryn replied. Tone still cold, but less so.

The worst of it was over, at least. The emperor would be leaving soon, and Voryn would have something to work towards.

It was a start.

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BLIGHTED GOD OF MORROWIND BLESSED BY THE DRAGON!

The infamous and widely feared Dagoth Ur of Morrowind, formerly under the influence of the Heart of Lorkhan, has now been cured of his madness. When asked why he allowed this, His Imperial Majesty Uriel Septim VII declared that Akatosh blessed the blighted Dunmer's recovery.

"In the light of the Nine, all things are possible," His Imperial Majesty went on to say, "Even the most forsaken soul may be pulled from the darkness and into the light. He has been guarded since his departure from Morrowind and I have met him personally...

"He is doing his best, at least," Sadara said, handing the paper to Voryn, "I've had customers asking about you in the last few days. Asking if it's all true."

"Of course you have," he grumbled just slightly, looking down at the paper, "And what have you told them?"

"What I have been told to tell them. It works as long as I do that."

She hated this tension. She had thought that once the process had begun she would feel relieved, but if anything the strain had grown worse. She felt more tired than she had throughout the rest of the process. What was going on?

Deep breath.

She left him at the dining table and went upstairs to retrieve a key, then came back to him.

His hands were still tinted red. She wondered if that would ever fade.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Unlocking your bracers. Unless you'd prefer to keep them on for some reason of your own."

Voryn merely turned his hands to allow her better access, and she saw him watching, carefully, as the key turned.

"I do not have to tell you," Sadara said, "What will happen if you waste this chance. But I will mention the idea anyway."

"Did you ever trust me?"

"In fidelity," she replied quietly. Yes, he would never betray his Nerevar, would he? That was the one thing she could guarantee, at that point in time.

Now, she would not lay any claim to his affection, if it still existed. As the bracers fell, she resolved to let him pursue someone else if he wished. There could surely be nothing between them now, after three years of misery. (No matter what Nerevar might have to say about it.)

"There," she said, tucking the bracers into her pocket, "I will keep them locked away, and you won't have to look at them."

Voryn's hands flexed. He clenched them into fists, and then opened them again.

"I didn't think this day would come," he said.

"Neither did I."

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He was at the Mages' Guild the very next day. They were almost immediately fascinated by him, but the apprentice of the former Dwemer expert doubted sincerely that his Dwemeri was the real thing.

"If you just knew," the Breton said, "How many people claim to have knowledge of the Dwemer tongue and writing while being complete imbeciles..."

He wrote out a sentence in Dwemer, and then pushed the paper at Voryn.

"You are lucky I do not remove your head for this," Voryn gave a slight growl, "Did I insult YOUR mother?"

"It's the easiest way to tell if you're the real deal. If I hear anything other than threats of violence I know they don't actually have the knowledge they say they do." The Breton nodded briefly, "We've got an extensive collection of Dwemer books that I've been trying to work through. The one who taught me was better at it, had been doing translation for years, but..."

"What are these books, exactly? Where did you get them?"

"Thieves and smugglers, mainly, since it's technically illegal to traffic in Dwemer items, but that never stopped us. We've got a few journals someone's claimed to have belonged to Dumac himself, even, not that I've yet been able to figure it out. He wrote in an absurd sort of code for half of it."

"I knew Dumac," Voryn said, "Let me have a look at it."