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Simeon's brows drew together and low over his eyes. It was true that he hadn't noted the difference in the voices of the two Jaffe men, but perhaps that was just a sign of how they were equally stuck in their ways. He wouldn't have been surprised that have had the words come from the lips of either father or son and disliked them all the more of the support they had in two speakers over one.
"A lack of care to His people." Simeon reminded the table before others could lend creed to such a notion. "Not to heathens who refuse the true path. The Greeks enslave one another, worship idols and carvings of marble. They claim their Gods to encourage fornication and intoxication. They are not the men to whom the Almighty wishes up to show our care."
Simeon noted the movement in his son as he leaned forward as if to say something but he rose a hand to ensure that Abir's lips remained sealed. For he had raised an obedience son of good nature and patient mind, willing to permit his father to speak in his own place.
"Why open our doors to a people who have caused nothing but problems since their first admittance. Once an infection is removed, only a fool would invite it back to their hearts." His upper lip had turned towards his nose in a gesture of distaste for the stupidity of Amiti's question. And such a feeling was clearly shared by Gabriel of Gurion who spoke next.
"We've had deaths... and mutilations, in Israel." He stated, in a calm and hardened tone. "Hardly experiences we should relish bringing back into our lands."
But here was another son who was being shushed by their father as Gurion shook his head in denial of such truth and sense.
"The Greeks have not been proven to cause those tragedies. Only the aggression between our races is the true cause. And how are we to eradicate such an issue if two such people never interact?"
Simeon's nose wrinkled in a manner that showed just what he thought of that suggestion but he said nothing more on this point, for he knew he had spoken much already. As leader of this council upon this meeting, it was his duty to remain the calm and objective voice of reason. So, he restrained anything further and looked to the table for more comments in the others...
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Simeon's brows drew together and low over his eyes. It was true that he hadn't noted the difference in the voices of the two Jaffe men, but perhaps that was just a sign of how they were equally stuck in their ways. He wouldn't have been surprised that have had the words come from the lips of either father or son and disliked them all the more of the support they had in two speakers over one.
"A lack of care to His people." Simeon reminded the table before others could lend creed to such a notion. "Not to heathens who refuse the true path. The Greeks enslave one another, worship idols and carvings of marble. They claim their Gods to encourage fornication and intoxication. They are not the men to whom the Almighty wishes up to show our care."
Simeon noted the movement in his son as he leaned forward as if to say something but he rose a hand to ensure that Abir's lips remained sealed. For he had raised an obedience son of good nature and patient mind, willing to permit his father to speak in his own place.
"Why open our doors to a people who have caused nothing but problems since their first admittance. Once an infection is removed, only a fool would invite it back to their hearts." His upper lip had turned towards his nose in a gesture of distaste for the stupidity of Amiti's question. And such a feeling was clearly shared by Gabriel of Gurion who spoke next.
"We've had deaths... and mutilations, in Israel." He stated, in a calm and hardened tone. "Hardly experiences we should relish bringing back into our lands."
But here was another son who was being shushed by their father as Gurion shook his head in denial of such truth and sense.
"The Greeks have not been proven to cause those tragedies. Only the aggression between our races is the true cause. And how are we to eradicate such an issue if two such people never interact?"
Simeon's nose wrinkled in a manner that showed just what he thought of that suggestion but he said nothing more on this point, for he knew he had spoken much already. As leader of this council upon this meeting, it was his duty to remain the calm and objective voice of reason. So, he restrained anything further and looked to the table for more comments in the others...
Simeon's brows drew together and low over his eyes. It was true that he hadn't noted the difference in the voices of the two Jaffe men, but perhaps that was just a sign of how they were equally stuck in their ways. He wouldn't have been surprised that have had the words come from the lips of either father or son and disliked them all the more of the support they had in two speakers over one.
"A lack of care to His people." Simeon reminded the table before others could lend creed to such a notion. "Not to heathens who refuse the true path. The Greeks enslave one another, worship idols and carvings of marble. They claim their Gods to encourage fornication and intoxication. They are not the men to whom the Almighty wishes up to show our care."
Simeon noted the movement in his son as he leaned forward as if to say something but he rose a hand to ensure that Abir's lips remained sealed. For he had raised an obedience son of good nature and patient mind, willing to permit his father to speak in his own place.
"Why open our doors to a people who have caused nothing but problems since their first admittance. Once an infection is removed, only a fool would invite it back to their hearts." His upper lip had turned towards his nose in a gesture of distaste for the stupidity of Amiti's question. And such a feeling was clearly shared by Gabriel of Gurion who spoke next.
"We've had deaths... and mutilations, in Israel." He stated, in a calm and hardened tone. "Hardly experiences we should relish bringing back into our lands."
But here was another son who was being shushed by their father as Gurion shook his head in denial of such truth and sense.
"The Greeks have not been proven to cause those tragedies. Only the aggression between our races is the true cause. And how are we to eradicate such an issue if two such people never interact?"
Simeon's nose wrinkled in a manner that showed just what he thought of that suggestion but he said nothing more on this point, for he knew he had spoken much already. As leader of this council upon this meeting, it was his duty to remain the calm and objective voice of reason. So, he restrained anything further and looked to the table for more comments in the others...
Standing unobtrusively in the background was something the head of the household had drilled into Gwyneth before she left to accompany the family to the public hall, and it was exactly what Gwyneth was trying to do. She was only there for assistance afterall, and in all other case and forms, should be unnoticeable as possible, even as she kept an eye on the forms of the family whom she served. Still, trying to keep herself as part of the wallpaper didn't mean her ears stopped functioning, and Gwyneth couldn't entirely stop herself from listening to the conversation that followed, even if she didn't follow it entirely. Something about a war and violence?
The tensions ran high in the room however, the kind that Gwyneth did not enjoy. As such, for the first time since Thaddeus had begun making his advances against Gwyneth, she nodded eagerly, all to happy to take herself away from all this talk about violence and death.
Taking the advantage, the brunette nodded quickly, adjusting her headscarf as she followed the man towards the door he had gestured towards, exiting before finally taking a deep breathe of the fresh air outside, far more freeing then the stifling feel of the inner sanctum of the public halls. She had never been to Jerusalem before, but the city was proving to be stressful. Perhaps it had something to do with the vast amount of people existing in the city itself? While Gwyneth had no official count, she dared to bet her bottom coin they had more then Damascus. Not to mention she's seen far more homeless people arriving here then she's seen her entire life in Damascus.
"Is it always this case, the discussions that happen within this hall?" she couldn't help but ask, as she approached Thaddeus. A smile had finally appeared on her face as the sun warmed her skin. While it may seem stuffy inside, outside it was like a warm caress, the exact kind that Gwyneth enjoyed along with the balmy breeze that came with it. It was rare and a pity that it was such a beautiful day, yet they had to spend a large amount of it indoors with such uptight discussions. "They seem rather tense inside. Do you participate in the discussions, or is it always between your brother and father with the rest of the elders?"
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Standing unobtrusively in the background was something the head of the household had drilled into Gwyneth before she left to accompany the family to the public hall, and it was exactly what Gwyneth was trying to do. She was only there for assistance afterall, and in all other case and forms, should be unnoticeable as possible, even as she kept an eye on the forms of the family whom she served. Still, trying to keep herself as part of the wallpaper didn't mean her ears stopped functioning, and Gwyneth couldn't entirely stop herself from listening to the conversation that followed, even if she didn't follow it entirely. Something about a war and violence?
The tensions ran high in the room however, the kind that Gwyneth did not enjoy. As such, for the first time since Thaddeus had begun making his advances against Gwyneth, she nodded eagerly, all to happy to take herself away from all this talk about violence and death.
Taking the advantage, the brunette nodded quickly, adjusting her headscarf as she followed the man towards the door he had gestured towards, exiting before finally taking a deep breathe of the fresh air outside, far more freeing then the stifling feel of the inner sanctum of the public halls. She had never been to Jerusalem before, but the city was proving to be stressful. Perhaps it had something to do with the vast amount of people existing in the city itself? While Gwyneth had no official count, she dared to bet her bottom coin they had more then Damascus. Not to mention she's seen far more homeless people arriving here then she's seen her entire life in Damascus.
"Is it always this case, the discussions that happen within this hall?" she couldn't help but ask, as she approached Thaddeus. A smile had finally appeared on her face as the sun warmed her skin. While it may seem stuffy inside, outside it was like a warm caress, the exact kind that Gwyneth enjoyed along with the balmy breeze that came with it. It was rare and a pity that it was such a beautiful day, yet they had to spend a large amount of it indoors with such uptight discussions. "They seem rather tense inside. Do you participate in the discussions, or is it always between your brother and father with the rest of the elders?"
Standing unobtrusively in the background was something the head of the household had drilled into Gwyneth before she left to accompany the family to the public hall, and it was exactly what Gwyneth was trying to do. She was only there for assistance afterall, and in all other case and forms, should be unnoticeable as possible, even as she kept an eye on the forms of the family whom she served. Still, trying to keep herself as part of the wallpaper didn't mean her ears stopped functioning, and Gwyneth couldn't entirely stop herself from listening to the conversation that followed, even if she didn't follow it entirely. Something about a war and violence?
The tensions ran high in the room however, the kind that Gwyneth did not enjoy. As such, for the first time since Thaddeus had begun making his advances against Gwyneth, she nodded eagerly, all to happy to take herself away from all this talk about violence and death.
Taking the advantage, the brunette nodded quickly, adjusting her headscarf as she followed the man towards the door he had gestured towards, exiting before finally taking a deep breathe of the fresh air outside, far more freeing then the stifling feel of the inner sanctum of the public halls. She had never been to Jerusalem before, but the city was proving to be stressful. Perhaps it had something to do with the vast amount of people existing in the city itself? While Gwyneth had no official count, she dared to bet her bottom coin they had more then Damascus. Not to mention she's seen far more homeless people arriving here then she's seen her entire life in Damascus.
"Is it always this case, the discussions that happen within this hall?" she couldn't help but ask, as she approached Thaddeus. A smile had finally appeared on her face as the sun warmed her skin. While it may seem stuffy inside, outside it was like a warm caress, the exact kind that Gwyneth enjoyed along with the balmy breeze that came with it. It was rare and a pity that it was such a beautiful day, yet they had to spend a large amount of it indoors with such uptight discussions. "They seem rather tense inside. Do you participate in the discussions, or is it always between your brother and father with the rest of the elders?"
Despite caring little for the commonborn folk, Simeon was specific in his expectations and beliefs in right and wrong. And what was right and honourable and sanctified by the Lord God Almighty was that the people in this room were the ones chosen by birth right and by holiness of spirit to lead the people of Judea.
And any distractions to that were, therefore, blasphemous. Any comments or murmurings that would draw focus from the matter at hand were a crime against God and Simeon communicated this fact by the stare that he sent across the room to the young woman that was muttering to Tzephaniah's youngest son.
Given that she was female and knew no better, Simeon was forced to turn his judgement upon the boy that encouraged such heresy.
"If you boy needs to conduct a private matter, Elder Tzephaniah, I'm sure it can be done in a more appropriate location."
The words were polite enough but the delivery was like ice as he focused on the little slip of a girl and Tzephaniah's youngest who had too likeable a face to be useful in anything.
For there was a difference between handsome and likeable. Simeon needed not to glance towards his own son to know that Abir stat straight and humble, that his face was pleasantly arranged into the likings of Abel and Adam. And that he was, as far as the womenfolk could contend, handsome as a potential husband and leader. The truth had been so for Katriel at least.
Yet he did not have the kind of face that Thaddeus. That likeable smile of uselessness that spoke volumes of a man's capabilities - or lack thereof. Abir had applied himself, learnt the ways of defence and strength and authority. He led his little band of protectors on the streets of Jerusalem and protected the vows of the holy order.
Simeon might have only had one son to Tzephaniah's three but his own would lead a legacy far more worthy than any of those spawned by a man who was little more than a Damascus librarian.
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Despite caring little for the commonborn folk, Simeon was specific in his expectations and beliefs in right and wrong. And what was right and honourable and sanctified by the Lord God Almighty was that the people in this room were the ones chosen by birth right and by holiness of spirit to lead the people of Judea.
And any distractions to that were, therefore, blasphemous. Any comments or murmurings that would draw focus from the matter at hand were a crime against God and Simeon communicated this fact by the stare that he sent across the room to the young woman that was muttering to Tzephaniah's youngest son.
Given that she was female and knew no better, Simeon was forced to turn his judgement upon the boy that encouraged such heresy.
"If you boy needs to conduct a private matter, Elder Tzephaniah, I'm sure it can be done in a more appropriate location."
The words were polite enough but the delivery was like ice as he focused on the little slip of a girl and Tzephaniah's youngest who had too likeable a face to be useful in anything.
For there was a difference between handsome and likeable. Simeon needed not to glance towards his own son to know that Abir stat straight and humble, that his face was pleasantly arranged into the likings of Abel and Adam. And that he was, as far as the womenfolk could contend, handsome as a potential husband and leader. The truth had been so for Katriel at least.
Yet he did not have the kind of face that Thaddeus. That likeable smile of uselessness that spoke volumes of a man's capabilities - or lack thereof. Abir had applied himself, learnt the ways of defence and strength and authority. He led his little band of protectors on the streets of Jerusalem and protected the vows of the holy order.
Simeon might have only had one son to Tzephaniah's three but his own would lead a legacy far more worthy than any of those spawned by a man who was little more than a Damascus librarian.
Despite caring little for the commonborn folk, Simeon was specific in his expectations and beliefs in right and wrong. And what was right and honourable and sanctified by the Lord God Almighty was that the people in this room were the ones chosen by birth right and by holiness of spirit to lead the people of Judea.
And any distractions to that were, therefore, blasphemous. Any comments or murmurings that would draw focus from the matter at hand were a crime against God and Simeon communicated this fact by the stare that he sent across the room to the young woman that was muttering to Tzephaniah's youngest son.
Given that she was female and knew no better, Simeon was forced to turn his judgement upon the boy that encouraged such heresy.
"If you boy needs to conduct a private matter, Elder Tzephaniah, I'm sure it can be done in a more appropriate location."
The words were polite enough but the delivery was like ice as he focused on the little slip of a girl and Tzephaniah's youngest who had too likeable a face to be useful in anything.
For there was a difference between handsome and likeable. Simeon needed not to glance towards his own son to know that Abir stat straight and humble, that his face was pleasantly arranged into the likings of Abel and Adam. And that he was, as far as the womenfolk could contend, handsome as a potential husband and leader. The truth had been so for Katriel at least.
Yet he did not have the kind of face that Thaddeus. That likeable smile of uselessness that spoke volumes of a man's capabilities - or lack thereof. Abir had applied himself, learnt the ways of defence and strength and authority. He led his little band of protectors on the streets of Jerusalem and protected the vows of the holy order.
Simeon might have only had one son to Tzephaniah's three but his own would lead a legacy far more worthy than any of those spawned by a man who was little more than a Damascus librarian.
Though Amiti would have loved nothing more than to argue further with Simeon, it was Tzephaniah’s subtle touch that made him hold his tongue. It was as though Simeon was trying to be difficult and trying to bait them by being vastly unpleasant. The man’s behavior had Amiti feeling a bit sympathetic toward Abir for having to put up with Simeon. However, deferring to his father, as he should do under such circumstances, Amiti let Tzephaniah stare straight at Simeon, but the patriarch did not answer him immediately. He let others voice their concerns and did not add any more. His own had already been made and he could clearly see Simeon was angling towards a pointless fight.
However, when Simeon coldly addressed him about Thaddeus and Gwyneth, Tzephaniah calmly looked across the way and then back at Simeon, not nearly as embarrassed as Amiti was. “I will look to my son as you look to yours,” Tzephaniah said simply and did nothing else. Simeon no more ruled him than he ruled Simeon and, unlike Amiti, Tzephaniah didn’t care quite as much about the opinions of others. As far as he could tell, Thaddeus being alive and existing in the same place as Gwyneth was the problem.
Amiti, meanwhile, twisted in his seat and made all manner of facial expressions, half inclining his head towards the doorway and meaningfully widening his eyes at Gwyneth and Thaddeus for them to go!. And then, with a tight smile that clearly read you’re embarrassing me! he made sure Thaddeus saw it before he turned back around, face calm, like none of this was bothering him in the least. He couldn’t wait for this horrible meeting to be over and vastly looked forward to the next one where Simeon’s opinions wouldn’t wouldn’t matter the way they did now. He’d never disliked Simeon particularly. Annoyed, sometimes, sure. But today? Today he disliked the man intensely.
For his part, Tzephaniah stood calmly, willing to stay here as long as necessary. He was above the petty arguings and murmurings of his brethren. He stood with his hands gently clasped across his chest, a serene expression on his countenance, and endless patience where Simeon had none. He was a mountain and Simeon the howling wind.
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Though Amiti would have loved nothing more than to argue further with Simeon, it was Tzephaniah’s subtle touch that made him hold his tongue. It was as though Simeon was trying to be difficult and trying to bait them by being vastly unpleasant. The man’s behavior had Amiti feeling a bit sympathetic toward Abir for having to put up with Simeon. However, deferring to his father, as he should do under such circumstances, Amiti let Tzephaniah stare straight at Simeon, but the patriarch did not answer him immediately. He let others voice their concerns and did not add any more. His own had already been made and he could clearly see Simeon was angling towards a pointless fight.
However, when Simeon coldly addressed him about Thaddeus and Gwyneth, Tzephaniah calmly looked across the way and then back at Simeon, not nearly as embarrassed as Amiti was. “I will look to my son as you look to yours,” Tzephaniah said simply and did nothing else. Simeon no more ruled him than he ruled Simeon and, unlike Amiti, Tzephaniah didn’t care quite as much about the opinions of others. As far as he could tell, Thaddeus being alive and existing in the same place as Gwyneth was the problem.
Amiti, meanwhile, twisted in his seat and made all manner of facial expressions, half inclining his head towards the doorway and meaningfully widening his eyes at Gwyneth and Thaddeus for them to go!. And then, with a tight smile that clearly read you’re embarrassing me! he made sure Thaddeus saw it before he turned back around, face calm, like none of this was bothering him in the least. He couldn’t wait for this horrible meeting to be over and vastly looked forward to the next one where Simeon’s opinions wouldn’t wouldn’t matter the way they did now. He’d never disliked Simeon particularly. Annoyed, sometimes, sure. But today? Today he disliked the man intensely.
For his part, Tzephaniah stood calmly, willing to stay here as long as necessary. He was above the petty arguings and murmurings of his brethren. He stood with his hands gently clasped across his chest, a serene expression on his countenance, and endless patience where Simeon had none. He was a mountain and Simeon the howling wind.
Though Amiti would have loved nothing more than to argue further with Simeon, it was Tzephaniah’s subtle touch that made him hold his tongue. It was as though Simeon was trying to be difficult and trying to bait them by being vastly unpleasant. The man’s behavior had Amiti feeling a bit sympathetic toward Abir for having to put up with Simeon. However, deferring to his father, as he should do under such circumstances, Amiti let Tzephaniah stare straight at Simeon, but the patriarch did not answer him immediately. He let others voice their concerns and did not add any more. His own had already been made and he could clearly see Simeon was angling towards a pointless fight.
However, when Simeon coldly addressed him about Thaddeus and Gwyneth, Tzephaniah calmly looked across the way and then back at Simeon, not nearly as embarrassed as Amiti was. “I will look to my son as you look to yours,” Tzephaniah said simply and did nothing else. Simeon no more ruled him than he ruled Simeon and, unlike Amiti, Tzephaniah didn’t care quite as much about the opinions of others. As far as he could tell, Thaddeus being alive and existing in the same place as Gwyneth was the problem.
Amiti, meanwhile, twisted in his seat and made all manner of facial expressions, half inclining his head towards the doorway and meaningfully widening his eyes at Gwyneth and Thaddeus for them to go!. And then, with a tight smile that clearly read you’re embarrassing me! he made sure Thaddeus saw it before he turned back around, face calm, like none of this was bothering him in the least. He couldn’t wait for this horrible meeting to be over and vastly looked forward to the next one where Simeon’s opinions wouldn’t wouldn’t matter the way they did now. He’d never disliked Simeon particularly. Annoyed, sometimes, sure. But today? Today he disliked the man intensely.
For his part, Tzephaniah stood calmly, willing to stay here as long as necessary. He was above the petty arguings and murmurings of his brethren. He stood with his hands gently clasped across his chest, a serene expression on his countenance, and endless patience where Simeon had none. He was a mountain and Simeon the howling wind.
He was happy to get away from Amiti and his father. The prospect of being married was frightening, and he knew that neither his father or Amiti would even look at Gwyn as an option for him. It just was not done. Of course, Gwyn was preferred in Thaddeus’s eyes, but he wasn’t ready to voice his opinion, and Gwyn had not yet reciprocated in feelings. What was worse than being married to someone he didn’t love? Forcing someone who didn’t love him to marry him, that was what was worse. He was glad that today the conversation was more important than discussing his future, and Amiti’s plan of Thad talking to their father hadn’t worked. He was immediately told now wasn’t the right time, and his whole being seemed to relax. He moved back to Amiti, only to tell him that he was leaving. In retrospect, it would have been good for him to stay, but… Thaddeus had no real focus. Not today, anyway. With Gwyneth around, it was hard to concentrate on anything, especially since now he had to figure out he was going to get out of marrying anyone who was not Gwyn.
He asked if Gwyn would go outside with him, and grinned as she didn’t protest. He didn’t expect her to speak, but he was aware that perhaps the image of him and a servant walking out together wouldn’t look great. He smiled at Gwyn all the same as she spoke, his eyes observing her in a happy manner. He opened his mouth to answer as they walked, but stopped in his tracks as he heard Simeon speak. Thaddeus’s face cringed, feeling his father’s eyes on him almost immediately after. Thaddeus bit his lip as his eyes caught Amiti’s expression, and he quickly turned towards the exit. It was time to get out of there, surely.
So, instead of answering Gwyn’s question, he turned from her and hurried, practically ran out the door. Away from the restrictive atmosphere, and away from all the tensions. It wasn’t for Thad. Once they were outside, Thaddues didn’t stop. He flew down the steps of the public hall. “I embarrassed Amiti….” Thaddeus chocked out under his breath. He felt horrid. He was sure his father was unhappy, too, but the thought of Amiti being embarrassed… it hurt. Especially since this hadn’t been the first time. It was like he could never do anything right. He continued to walk away when he hit the bottom of the steps and glanced to see if Gwyn had followed. “Gwyn” Thaddeus sighed her name, his breath heavy.
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He was happy to get away from Amiti and his father. The prospect of being married was frightening, and he knew that neither his father or Amiti would even look at Gwyn as an option for him. It just was not done. Of course, Gwyn was preferred in Thaddeus’s eyes, but he wasn’t ready to voice his opinion, and Gwyn had not yet reciprocated in feelings. What was worse than being married to someone he didn’t love? Forcing someone who didn’t love him to marry him, that was what was worse. He was glad that today the conversation was more important than discussing his future, and Amiti’s plan of Thad talking to their father hadn’t worked. He was immediately told now wasn’t the right time, and his whole being seemed to relax. He moved back to Amiti, only to tell him that he was leaving. In retrospect, it would have been good for him to stay, but… Thaddeus had no real focus. Not today, anyway. With Gwyneth around, it was hard to concentrate on anything, especially since now he had to figure out he was going to get out of marrying anyone who was not Gwyn.
He asked if Gwyn would go outside with him, and grinned as she didn’t protest. He didn’t expect her to speak, but he was aware that perhaps the image of him and a servant walking out together wouldn’t look great. He smiled at Gwyn all the same as she spoke, his eyes observing her in a happy manner. He opened his mouth to answer as they walked, but stopped in his tracks as he heard Simeon speak. Thaddeus’s face cringed, feeling his father’s eyes on him almost immediately after. Thaddeus bit his lip as his eyes caught Amiti’s expression, and he quickly turned towards the exit. It was time to get out of there, surely.
So, instead of answering Gwyn’s question, he turned from her and hurried, practically ran out the door. Away from the restrictive atmosphere, and away from all the tensions. It wasn’t for Thad. Once they were outside, Thaddues didn’t stop. He flew down the steps of the public hall. “I embarrassed Amiti….” Thaddeus chocked out under his breath. He felt horrid. He was sure his father was unhappy, too, but the thought of Amiti being embarrassed… it hurt. Especially since this hadn’t been the first time. It was like he could never do anything right. He continued to walk away when he hit the bottom of the steps and glanced to see if Gwyn had followed. “Gwyn” Thaddeus sighed her name, his breath heavy.
He was happy to get away from Amiti and his father. The prospect of being married was frightening, and he knew that neither his father or Amiti would even look at Gwyn as an option for him. It just was not done. Of course, Gwyn was preferred in Thaddeus’s eyes, but he wasn’t ready to voice his opinion, and Gwyn had not yet reciprocated in feelings. What was worse than being married to someone he didn’t love? Forcing someone who didn’t love him to marry him, that was what was worse. He was glad that today the conversation was more important than discussing his future, and Amiti’s plan of Thad talking to their father hadn’t worked. He was immediately told now wasn’t the right time, and his whole being seemed to relax. He moved back to Amiti, only to tell him that he was leaving. In retrospect, it would have been good for him to stay, but… Thaddeus had no real focus. Not today, anyway. With Gwyneth around, it was hard to concentrate on anything, especially since now he had to figure out he was going to get out of marrying anyone who was not Gwyn.
He asked if Gwyn would go outside with him, and grinned as she didn’t protest. He didn’t expect her to speak, but he was aware that perhaps the image of him and a servant walking out together wouldn’t look great. He smiled at Gwyn all the same as she spoke, his eyes observing her in a happy manner. He opened his mouth to answer as they walked, but stopped in his tracks as he heard Simeon speak. Thaddeus’s face cringed, feeling his father’s eyes on him almost immediately after. Thaddeus bit his lip as his eyes caught Amiti’s expression, and he quickly turned towards the exit. It was time to get out of there, surely.
So, instead of answering Gwyn’s question, he turned from her and hurried, practically ran out the door. Away from the restrictive atmosphere, and away from all the tensions. It wasn’t for Thad. Once they were outside, Thaddues didn’t stop. He flew down the steps of the public hall. “I embarrassed Amiti….” Thaddeus chocked out under his breath. He felt horrid. He was sure his father was unhappy, too, but the thought of Amiti being embarrassed… it hurt. Especially since this hadn’t been the first time. It was like he could never do anything right. He continued to walk away when he hit the bottom of the steps and glanced to see if Gwyn had followed. “Gwyn” Thaddeus sighed her name, his breath heavy.
Elhanan listened quietly and carefully to the bickering men. He had little time nor patience to listen to a man who wished only to goad the others into action and so he truly listened to very little of Simeon's reasoning. When the men had bickered back and forth and Simeon had decided to use an alternate tactic to poke at Tzephaniah and elicit a response, Elhanan finally spoke.
"No" he said quietly. He wasn't sure the others even heard him to be honest but he felt no need to repeat it. He would not throw his weight behind any design to bring suffering to either side of this conflict. His words remained calm and steady. "One does not kick the cat that restrains the rat". He looked around the circle of the council, the no doubt puzzled faces staring back at him.
"You all will do what you will. But I will be no part of shooing our defenders away in their time of need. Do what you want, your hearts are obviously set on it. But I will not be part of it." With that the old man shrugged and gathered his outer coat about him as he stood. "I have spoken" he said with a nod and with little ceremony, turned to leave this gathering of men who'd cut their own nose off their short sighted faces.
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Elhanan listened quietly and carefully to the bickering men. He had little time nor patience to listen to a man who wished only to goad the others into action and so he truly listened to very little of Simeon's reasoning. When the men had bickered back and forth and Simeon had decided to use an alternate tactic to poke at Tzephaniah and elicit a response, Elhanan finally spoke.
"No" he said quietly. He wasn't sure the others even heard him to be honest but he felt no need to repeat it. He would not throw his weight behind any design to bring suffering to either side of this conflict. His words remained calm and steady. "One does not kick the cat that restrains the rat". He looked around the circle of the council, the no doubt puzzled faces staring back at him.
"You all will do what you will. But I will be no part of shooing our defenders away in their time of need. Do what you want, your hearts are obviously set on it. But I will not be part of it." With that the old man shrugged and gathered his outer coat about him as he stood. "I have spoken" he said with a nod and with little ceremony, turned to leave this gathering of men who'd cut their own nose off their short sighted faces.
Elhanan listened quietly and carefully to the bickering men. He had little time nor patience to listen to a man who wished only to goad the others into action and so he truly listened to very little of Simeon's reasoning. When the men had bickered back and forth and Simeon had decided to use an alternate tactic to poke at Tzephaniah and elicit a response, Elhanan finally spoke.
"No" he said quietly. He wasn't sure the others even heard him to be honest but he felt no need to repeat it. He would not throw his weight behind any design to bring suffering to either side of this conflict. His words remained calm and steady. "One does not kick the cat that restrains the rat". He looked around the circle of the council, the no doubt puzzled faces staring back at him.
"You all will do what you will. But I will be no part of shooing our defenders away in their time of need. Do what you want, your hearts are obviously set on it. But I will not be part of it." With that the old man shrugged and gathered his outer coat about him as he stood. "I have spoken" he said with a nod and with little ceremony, turned to leave this gathering of men who'd cut their own nose off their short sighted faces.
In honesty, Gwyenth was genuinely curious. She had never in her life imagined she would have the chance to step foot in the public hall of Judea, and while the circumstances which surrounded her employment into the family may not be ideal, this experience would be one for her books eventually, if she was ever asked about it. So in a way, wonderment was still in her eyes even as she hurried after Thaddeus's exit from the halls.
Still, it didn't take a genius to guess from Thaddeus's face, that his father and brother's words had been less then encouraging to him. Working for the Jaffe Manheeg, even in the short time she's spent, was enough for Gwyneth to know the strict manner in which Tzephaniah and Amiti ran the household and the family. It didn't help that there was so soft touch of a woman to reduce the harshness in which they dealt with people, and while Amiti would soon be married, somehow Gwyneth doubted the soft nature of his intended wife would change his strict nature by much.
Watching the way in which Thaddeus's features drooped at the probability of him dissapointing his father and brother however, did a number on Gwyneth. She herself idolized Ayala, and couldn't imagine her sister ever being disappointed with any action of hers.
So despite herself, Gwyneth found herself hurrying after Thaddeus after the open door, picking up her skirts to fly down the steps together with him, arriving next to him just in time to catch his choked murmur. Her own face mirrored his perplexed look, but Gwyneth made sure to keep the respectful distance between them, even as her tone shared her sympathy for him. "I'm sure Amiti will understand." and then she gave a wince. "Besides, I'm pretty sure I contributed to some of that myself. I don't think your brother would agree to me escorting your family to these Meetings again." Gwyneth wore a self-depreciatig smile as she shrugged. "But what's done is done, we can't change that fact, now can we? Just think of .... er, what do you wish to tell Amiti once we're away from the.... more judgemental eyes of the Elders." While not so well versed with the ways of the Council, it was the best Gwyneth could come up with as words of comfort for Thaddeus. What was she supposed to do, hug the man? It would be blasphemous, and wouldn't help any of their cases at all if someone were to chance upon them.
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In honesty, Gwyenth was genuinely curious. She had never in her life imagined she would have the chance to step foot in the public hall of Judea, and while the circumstances which surrounded her employment into the family may not be ideal, this experience would be one for her books eventually, if she was ever asked about it. So in a way, wonderment was still in her eyes even as she hurried after Thaddeus's exit from the halls.
Still, it didn't take a genius to guess from Thaddeus's face, that his father and brother's words had been less then encouraging to him. Working for the Jaffe Manheeg, even in the short time she's spent, was enough for Gwyneth to know the strict manner in which Tzephaniah and Amiti ran the household and the family. It didn't help that there was so soft touch of a woman to reduce the harshness in which they dealt with people, and while Amiti would soon be married, somehow Gwyneth doubted the soft nature of his intended wife would change his strict nature by much.
Watching the way in which Thaddeus's features drooped at the probability of him dissapointing his father and brother however, did a number on Gwyneth. She herself idolized Ayala, and couldn't imagine her sister ever being disappointed with any action of hers.
So despite herself, Gwyneth found herself hurrying after Thaddeus after the open door, picking up her skirts to fly down the steps together with him, arriving next to him just in time to catch his choked murmur. Her own face mirrored his perplexed look, but Gwyneth made sure to keep the respectful distance between them, even as her tone shared her sympathy for him. "I'm sure Amiti will understand." and then she gave a wince. "Besides, I'm pretty sure I contributed to some of that myself. I don't think your brother would agree to me escorting your family to these Meetings again." Gwyneth wore a self-depreciatig smile as she shrugged. "But what's done is done, we can't change that fact, now can we? Just think of .... er, what do you wish to tell Amiti once we're away from the.... more judgemental eyes of the Elders." While not so well versed with the ways of the Council, it was the best Gwyneth could come up with as words of comfort for Thaddeus. What was she supposed to do, hug the man? It would be blasphemous, and wouldn't help any of their cases at all if someone were to chance upon them.
In honesty, Gwyenth was genuinely curious. She had never in her life imagined she would have the chance to step foot in the public hall of Judea, and while the circumstances which surrounded her employment into the family may not be ideal, this experience would be one for her books eventually, if she was ever asked about it. So in a way, wonderment was still in her eyes even as she hurried after Thaddeus's exit from the halls.
Still, it didn't take a genius to guess from Thaddeus's face, that his father and brother's words had been less then encouraging to him. Working for the Jaffe Manheeg, even in the short time she's spent, was enough for Gwyneth to know the strict manner in which Tzephaniah and Amiti ran the household and the family. It didn't help that there was so soft touch of a woman to reduce the harshness in which they dealt with people, and while Amiti would soon be married, somehow Gwyneth doubted the soft nature of his intended wife would change his strict nature by much.
Watching the way in which Thaddeus's features drooped at the probability of him dissapointing his father and brother however, did a number on Gwyneth. She herself idolized Ayala, and couldn't imagine her sister ever being disappointed with any action of hers.
So despite herself, Gwyneth found herself hurrying after Thaddeus after the open door, picking up her skirts to fly down the steps together with him, arriving next to him just in time to catch his choked murmur. Her own face mirrored his perplexed look, but Gwyneth made sure to keep the respectful distance between them, even as her tone shared her sympathy for him. "I'm sure Amiti will understand." and then she gave a wince. "Besides, I'm pretty sure I contributed to some of that myself. I don't think your brother would agree to me escorting your family to these Meetings again." Gwyneth wore a self-depreciatig smile as she shrugged. "But what's done is done, we can't change that fact, now can we? Just think of .... er, what do you wish to tell Amiti once we're away from the.... more judgemental eyes of the Elders." While not so well versed with the ways of the Council, it was the best Gwyneth could come up with as words of comfort for Thaddeus. What was she supposed to do, hug the man? It would be blasphemous, and wouldn't help any of their cases at all if someone were to chance upon them.
Simeon felt his ire rankle at Elhanan's short-sightedness. Despite the man being a contemporary to himself, he knew that old-age came to all in its own time. To some, earlier than others. The man had a head for figures and an aptitude for trade but when it came to interpersonal politics, he was a stick in the mud. Never to rock the boat or deny or challenge. He was old before his time.
"When was the last time that we had difficulties with Egypt, Councilman Elhanan?" He challenged. "There are no rats. Our defenders, as you call them, are those that take our food and use our lands but give us nothing in return. Peace has existed between Judea and Egypt for a decade. How long do you expect us to remain a glorified tavern to Grecian militants?" His voice was calm but his choice of words was clear enough over his disagreement with Elhanan's judgement.
"But perhaps, wise as you are, your position is not one of clarity. So far from the Judo-Egypt border, you would see nothing change for change matters little to you. Ammun is safe regardless of difficulties and yet Israel takes all the risk for your lack of action."
Simeon looked towards the men of Gurion's family and could tell that the father was rankled by such a thought. Gurion would, no doubt, side with Elhanan regardless. He had been the main spokesperson for peaceful cohabitation with the men from the north and constantly sought to strengthen international negotiations between the two kingdoms. His eldest son, however, was not such a bleeding heart and would have his own vote at the Council's discussions. A vote that Simeon knew he could count upon.
Abir was another who would join in his opinions whilst Rechavia would side with his brother in likewise loyalty. That left the decisions split so far. Simeon looked towards Palti of Moshehh - a man that he knew to be of great Judean pride and who would wish to see Grecians leave their soil. Moshehh was perhaps a wild card and could go in either direction but the drain on Israel's resources for trade across the water might lean him towards the removal of the Greeks. Then there was Amiti and Tzephaniah. Neither of whom were well known for their love of foreigners.
And the stewards of the Mahnheeg of Barak never rocked the boat. They were inclined to side with the majority vote...
Passing about the table, that majority vote eventually came and Simeon was left with the satisfaction of a triumphant meet. When such congregations were held in Jerusalem, he was often the presiding influence on discussions. It was the gatherings in the other five of the Six Cities that were more of a challenge.
"It is agreed them." Simeon stated despite Gurion taking a moment to plead upon a change of mind from the Council of Elders. "We understand your sympathies and concerns Elder Gurion but I think it time to allow our fears of Egypt go and secure our walls against those who would use it for their own means." He looked around at the men gathered in attendance that day.
"May God keep your families in the safety of his arms."
The words were a simple dismissal, on the back of a monumental change to the world of Judea...
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Simeon felt his ire rankle at Elhanan's short-sightedness. Despite the man being a contemporary to himself, he knew that old-age came to all in its own time. To some, earlier than others. The man had a head for figures and an aptitude for trade but when it came to interpersonal politics, he was a stick in the mud. Never to rock the boat or deny or challenge. He was old before his time.
"When was the last time that we had difficulties with Egypt, Councilman Elhanan?" He challenged. "There are no rats. Our defenders, as you call them, are those that take our food and use our lands but give us nothing in return. Peace has existed between Judea and Egypt for a decade. How long do you expect us to remain a glorified tavern to Grecian militants?" His voice was calm but his choice of words was clear enough over his disagreement with Elhanan's judgement.
"But perhaps, wise as you are, your position is not one of clarity. So far from the Judo-Egypt border, you would see nothing change for change matters little to you. Ammun is safe regardless of difficulties and yet Israel takes all the risk for your lack of action."
Simeon looked towards the men of Gurion's family and could tell that the father was rankled by such a thought. Gurion would, no doubt, side with Elhanan regardless. He had been the main spokesperson for peaceful cohabitation with the men from the north and constantly sought to strengthen international negotiations between the two kingdoms. His eldest son, however, was not such a bleeding heart and would have his own vote at the Council's discussions. A vote that Simeon knew he could count upon.
Abir was another who would join in his opinions whilst Rechavia would side with his brother in likewise loyalty. That left the decisions split so far. Simeon looked towards Palti of Moshehh - a man that he knew to be of great Judean pride and who would wish to see Grecians leave their soil. Moshehh was perhaps a wild card and could go in either direction but the drain on Israel's resources for trade across the water might lean him towards the removal of the Greeks. Then there was Amiti and Tzephaniah. Neither of whom were well known for their love of foreigners.
And the stewards of the Mahnheeg of Barak never rocked the boat. They were inclined to side with the majority vote...
Passing about the table, that majority vote eventually came and Simeon was left with the satisfaction of a triumphant meet. When such congregations were held in Jerusalem, he was often the presiding influence on discussions. It was the gatherings in the other five of the Six Cities that were more of a challenge.
"It is agreed them." Simeon stated despite Gurion taking a moment to plead upon a change of mind from the Council of Elders. "We understand your sympathies and concerns Elder Gurion but I think it time to allow our fears of Egypt go and secure our walls against those who would use it for their own means." He looked around at the men gathered in attendance that day.
"May God keep your families in the safety of his arms."
The words were a simple dismissal, on the back of a monumental change to the world of Judea...
Simeon felt his ire rankle at Elhanan's short-sightedness. Despite the man being a contemporary to himself, he knew that old-age came to all in its own time. To some, earlier than others. The man had a head for figures and an aptitude for trade but when it came to interpersonal politics, he was a stick in the mud. Never to rock the boat or deny or challenge. He was old before his time.
"When was the last time that we had difficulties with Egypt, Councilman Elhanan?" He challenged. "There are no rats. Our defenders, as you call them, are those that take our food and use our lands but give us nothing in return. Peace has existed between Judea and Egypt for a decade. How long do you expect us to remain a glorified tavern to Grecian militants?" His voice was calm but his choice of words was clear enough over his disagreement with Elhanan's judgement.
"But perhaps, wise as you are, your position is not one of clarity. So far from the Judo-Egypt border, you would see nothing change for change matters little to you. Ammun is safe regardless of difficulties and yet Israel takes all the risk for your lack of action."
Simeon looked towards the men of Gurion's family and could tell that the father was rankled by such a thought. Gurion would, no doubt, side with Elhanan regardless. He had been the main spokesperson for peaceful cohabitation with the men from the north and constantly sought to strengthen international negotiations between the two kingdoms. His eldest son, however, was not such a bleeding heart and would have his own vote at the Council's discussions. A vote that Simeon knew he could count upon.
Abir was another who would join in his opinions whilst Rechavia would side with his brother in likewise loyalty. That left the decisions split so far. Simeon looked towards Palti of Moshehh - a man that he knew to be of great Judean pride and who would wish to see Grecians leave their soil. Moshehh was perhaps a wild card and could go in either direction but the drain on Israel's resources for trade across the water might lean him towards the removal of the Greeks. Then there was Amiti and Tzephaniah. Neither of whom were well known for their love of foreigners.
And the stewards of the Mahnheeg of Barak never rocked the boat. They were inclined to side with the majority vote...
Passing about the table, that majority vote eventually came and Simeon was left with the satisfaction of a triumphant meet. When such congregations were held in Jerusalem, he was often the presiding influence on discussions. It was the gatherings in the other five of the Six Cities that were more of a challenge.
"It is agreed them." Simeon stated despite Gurion taking a moment to plead upon a change of mind from the Council of Elders. "We understand your sympathies and concerns Elder Gurion but I think it time to allow our fears of Egypt go and secure our walls against those who would use it for their own means." He looked around at the men gathered in attendance that day.
"May God keep your families in the safety of his arms."
The words were a simple dismissal, on the back of a monumental change to the world of Judea...