It seems as though I was wrong to not blame Lady Hughes for the actions of Osdegul, the Lieutenant of her Mercenaries, and now 'tis too late for me to save those she has murdered. If only I had acted sooner, If I had arrested her, then Kerl might still be alive.
But I didn't
I was a fool.
I trusted her.
And when Hector Worthenine, leader of her band of mercenaries, attacked Sir Kerl and Milada outside the Prancing Pony, the doubts began to creep back in.
Worthenine was arrested, and taken to the town jail, while I was given the job of arresting Lady Hughes for her mercenaries actions. It pained me greatly, but I believe it pained Kerl even more so, due to his sadly one-way romantic attachment to her.
I took Dirienham, and together we made our way to the Hughes' estate, where we confronted Dieudonnae. Although I was not wounded, my heart bled at the reveal of her true colours, as she vowed to kill all those I had believed she cared about. Distraught, I bound her hands and walked her to the jail, where Dirienham took the guard post at her door. I departed then, leaving The Lady Hughes in his care.
'Twas not a wise decision, for as soon as I had left he freed her, and she returned to her estate, fire in her eyes.
Fearful she would harm Robyn, I followed her, bursting into the servant quarters of her mansion to find both Robynwen and Dieudonnae. I hurriedly bade Robyn to pack her things, and took her away from that place, my sword pointed at Dieudonnae until we were well clear of the door.
Still fearful, I escorted Robyn to safety before returning to log the activities of the Lady Hughes, but she was not at her home. I asked around and the townspeople revealed he had rode out on her horse to the west gate. I hurried to the wall, where I picked up the tracks left by her steeds distinctive horse-shoes.
I followed these tracks all the way to the grave of my Brother in the Northern Bree-Fields. I arrived at the site in just enough time to see Hughes deal a killing blow to Kerl Duskblossom, who had been paying his respects to my fallen kinsman. In anger, I attacked the traitorous woman, but her consort, Bucta Wolfpine, appeared from seemingly thin air and exploited a recent wound, defeating me and sending me from the place. I fled, gathering my things, my niece and those men who were truly loyal to Kerl, before riding out of Bree-land to the west, and to Ered-Luin, where we now live in exile.
