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Sharpe is not in a good mood. The situations with Angela and Blodwen are combining to send him into a worse and worse temper, especially since he doesn't know what to do about either of them.

He's sitting by the Bar, eyeing the lake door and considering going outside to see if running until he's too tired to think might help.

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"Going home helps?" Sharpe asks curiously. "Like... a refresher?"

"Makes sense, yeah? Used to go find my grave when I was haunting, and been away for over a year."

"I s'pose so." He pauses. "Tricky to leave here, though. If you're not sure of getting back."

"Why I don't. Have my Secruity badge, but...exactly."

Sharpe nods and leans back on the grass.

"I'll not make you break the oath if another punishment can be found", he says at length, quietly.

Mordred glances at him, for once not looking any older then Wellard.

"That's what I'm trying to find." He says, softer. "I am, trying, to be neutral - balance her against my brother, with Milliways in the middle. Beginning to think that I can't. Just...freezes me. But I am, trying."

His expression softens when he sees that look.

"Your brother?"

"Bran Davies. We're half brother. In a way. Different worlds, but both the sons of Arthur. Blodwen...she is from his world. It's...a parrallel to mine, so I resemble their Mordred with just a few things off, and Blodwen resembles a lady in my world. Just...immortal and the White Rider."

Another laugh, this one bitter.

"My family is fucked up, you could say."

"...but she's not your lady", Sharpe says slowly, carefully. More making sure he's got it right than anything.

"No more then I am not her Mordred. We take what we can."

"...aye, that we do."

It's rueful.

"So, yeah."

"I stand by what I said", Sharpe says, tipping his head sideways and wincing a little. "I'll see her punished somehow for Wellard. But it doesn't need to be the cells, if there's another way. Anything."

"I know. And, I do understand. If you can think of anything."

"I don't know what can be done to her", Sharpe says, a little helplessly. "I thought if someone could bind her magic, but..."

"But...?"

"Is anyone here powerful enough to do that? That's allowed to?"

He knows they have Arithon and Belgarath, but... they're mortal.

"That is what I am trying to find out."

Sharpe just nods.

"Good."

Mordred slants him a golden-eyed look.

"And you can ask Alanna or Bernerd what's up, too."

"If I see them soon, I will."

"Write a note." He justs, a little sardonically. "I should go, though." And, after a minute, he fades from view.

He is, after all, a ghost.

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