Strenata’s Obituary [Vheshrame; 12 Trandary 4385]
On rereading my old journal, I find the occasional name that I have not heard
spoken in a century, and have not thought of in half that. Actually, I find a
great many names like that: Seeks-Leeks, Seeks-Feathers, Seeks-Justice,
Seeks-Revenge, Seeks-Slithering-Songs, Seeks-Square-Crabs, Seeks-Square-Stars,
Seeks-Inihithre, Seeks-St.-Trebulican’s-Classroom, Seeks-Wild-Rushes,
Seeks-Thunder, Seeks-Kaleidescopes, Seeks-Trapped-Phantoms, Seeks-Spirals,
Seeks-Highly-Textured-Wallpaper,
Seeks-Oblong-Squiggly-Things-Colored-Greenish-Blue,
Seeks-A-Bowl-Of-Sprat-And-Cherry-Soup, Seeks-Hot-Water, Seeks-Handkerchieves,
Seeks-Some-Sense, Seeks-Days, Seeks-Camels, Seeks-Orren,
Seeks-Painted-Fingers, Seeks-Wicked-Dentists, Seeks-The-Grand-Termite,
Seeks-Blossomaries, Seeks-Tapenade, Seeks-Leather-Skillets,
Seeks-A-Peaceful-Solution, Seeks-Suitable-Remuneration, Seeks-Balance,
Seeks-the-Octahedral-Remedy, Seeks-Too-Much-Trouble, Seeks-Veils,
Seeks-Perpetual-Virginity, Seeks-No-Distant-Love, Seeks-Someone-Easy,
Seeks-Theraputic-Cheese, Seeks-Treason, Seeks-Sythyry’s-Left-Ear, Seeks-Harps,
Seeks-Philosophical-Battle, Seeks-Potato-Mashers, Seeks-Rectangles-And-Leeks,
Seeks-Thirty-Eggs, Seeks-Little-Piggies, Seeks-Calliopes,
Seeks-Treacle, Seeks-Zi-Ri, Seeks-Asparagus, Seeks-4262.
Let’s see. She found leeks, and feathers, and square crabs, and square stars.
She had the occasional wild rush, but she broke her kaleidoscope by mistake a
few days after she got it. Wallpaper and hot water and handkerchieves,
definitely, and she even found her wicked dentist, though he turned out not to
be very wicked after all. I don’t remember if I ever knew for sure whether she
was a perpetual virgin or not, though I rather think not. She had whichever of
my ears she wanted, pretty much whenever she liked. She never actually played
a harp. She sometimes found some very good cheese, and often found some cheap
but pleasant cheese, though I don’t know for sure if it was theraputic;
sometimes she shared it together, and I breathed on it ’til it dripped on the
bread.
She found her philosophical battle within her own mind. She despised
nobility qua nobility. There were a few nobles that she respected: Duke
Conturge to start with. There were plenty of others that she despised,
starting with Prince Nestrune but not ending there. (I think I was generally
on my way towards earning my title in her estimation, though we didn’t talk
about it.) After Duke Conturge gave her a barony, she was rather confused. On
one hand, she didn’t approve of the title. On the other, she was flattered.
On the third — her subjects were Herethroy — she wasn’t a very good baron;
she rarely spent any time on baronial duties. On the fourth, she did plenty
of work in service of the city, and, I think, had earned her title in her own
mind. We discussed this over brandy more than twice, but she never resolved
it.
She found veils and treason here and there, and we often ate asparagus
together, and sometimes at Duke Conturge’s table, for, whatever she was
seeking, it generally had something to do with the defense of the city,
really.
She got to 4262, and 4263, and 4264, and even as far as 4273.
Ever since I known her, one of her main jobs was to spy on Prince Nestrune of
Daukrhame. The city had given her half a horse so she could go riding with
him, for one thing. After Nestrune became Duke Nestrune of Daukrhame (4272),
Strenata spent a great deal of time in Daukrhame, poking around and being the
ambassador — a real ambassador, mind you, not a fake one like I am. Daukrhame
had become very fussy about being part of the Choinxeian League. They didn’t
have much choice, not with a very powerful Vheshrame on their border, but they
didn’t much care for it sometimes. So they defied Vheshrame over some matter
or other, I think something involving the all-important onion trade or
something equally tedious. Seeks-Leeks went there to negotiate with Duke
Nestrune.
Somehow, during the negotiations, it became clear to Duke Nestrune that
Seeks-Oblong-Squiggly-Things-Colored-Greenish-Blue had been spying on him ever
since she met him; that she had a fairly low regard for him; and that had
fooled him thoroughly. This moved Duke Nestrune to a towering height of rage,
fury, and lèse majesté prosecution.
Seeks-Days Strenata ended her days under the headsman’s three-handed sword in
a public square in Daukhrame. She was killed four times: by fire, by
lightning, by poison, and lastly by the sword. Her head and hat were returned
in a box to Duke Conturge. The last name she had chosen for herself was the
very diplomatic “Seeks-Fried-Onions”. Nestrune himself had crossed that out
and written “Seeks-Humiliations” instead.
That was the first time I’ve ever been in a war. I had to yell at Duke
Conturge, and threaten to quit being his ambassador to Vae, before he allowed
me to go. I wasn’t much good in the actual fight, myself. I got Vae to give me
some of her best defensive spells — I know better than to ask Vae for help,
ever, but I was in a bit of a fury. I drew a fair bit of attention from the
enemy heroes, and, while my own spells and tricks didn’t do anything to speak
of, the seven-winged burning thing nicely scorched St. Aspen the Drauk, and
greatly distracted Vorhäänger.
(In case you don’t have a history book handy, Vheshrame won that duel-war, and
Prince Nestrune paid us a substantial indemnity. And continued to be a pest
for thirty-one years, until Jrakh poisoned him for some very Rassimel reasons,
which I think included sexual jealousy as a minor component, and jealousy
about getting a certain antique dollhouse table as the main single reason. In
any case, Jrakh died twenty-eight times in her execution. Daukhrame was rather
given to excesses back then.)
She was always seeking something, with all her heart. If she found it, she’d
go seek something else. If it was too hard to find, she’d go seeking
something else anyways, sooner or later. She was always in motion, always
passionate, always either very very right or very very wrong. That’s what
makes Orren beautiful, and Seeks-Orren was among the most beautiful of Orren.

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She was always seeking something, with all her heart. If she found it, she’d go seek something else.
I know people like that. They are often very beautiful.
Alas, poor Seeks-What-She-Sometimes-Finds. We hardly knew ye.
Poor strenata. She really deserved to get killed by a monster, not by a jilted ex-non-lover.
I, ah… seem to have gotten something in my eyes. Both of them at once. Yes, it happened after reading that last line, but that is purely a coincidence, I assure you.
No, no, I’ll be just fine, thank you… and I’m quite all right to continue reading.
She lives well in life, and lives on in memory.
I imagine that the irony of her acting on his behalf to save his life ( at least, she thought she was saving his life…) wasn’t missed on her at the time.
She couldn’t have asked for a better eulogy. Well, actually, she could have, and probably did on several occasions — but she couldn’t have gotten a better one. Simply beautiful.
An old wound for you, but a fresh one for us. I’m sorry for your loss, and I only wish the seven-winged burning thing had found Nestrune. In Excess.
Well. I can’t read this journal anymore, I think.
Somewhere out there, there’s a spirit that Seeks-Reincarnation. Let’s hope Pararenenzu is watching over it.
An excellent bit of writing.
Poor Strenata… her hatred of the nobility was not exactly unfounded, and she did her best to carry that burden well and do what she could with the power she had. She deserved better, really, but then life is rarely fair. She is missed by her friends, possibly her subjects, and a fair number of extradimensional monsters.
Poor Strenata. I hope Nestrune’s poisoning was an exceptionally unpleasant one.
…
*a very thoughtful monster lays an otherworldly flower, called a snowdrop, on the cover of the journal in memory of the Seeker*
…
I think that last paragraph could make even a sleeth choke up a bit.
Oh, dear. Why not?
(I’ll be done with the obituaries soon, and on to the new story.)
[Bard glances at notes, and smirks.]
Oh, Strenata! I am all weepy-eyed!
Alas, poor Strenata! I suppose it was out of the question that she’d find a quiet, peaceful ending but it’s sad that she was executed rather than going out in an act of seeking.
Yeah. It hardly seems fair that Nestrune outlived her by 31 years.
It does.