The story of Baron Mounty Max and his early years as part of the Night Court of Equestria and how his destiny became intertwined with Duchess Fragrant Posey during that momentous time.
Mounty Max was a simple stallion happy to be he Mayor of the town of Sadlzburg on the northern border of Equestria. It came as quite a surprise when his town was made the capital of the new province of Nulpar and he was ennobled as it's Baron.
These are the adventures of Max and his goat assistant Mrs Grobnar as they try to survive the dangers of the night court of Equestria. On the way Max just might find him self a very special somepony in the form of Duchess Fragrant Posey of Cloudsdale. Together maybe they can return light to the corrupt heart of Equestria's government.
Why, thought Trixie, was she the only sane pony in all of the Equestria? It was a hard burden to carry but, to mix a metaphor, she felt she wore it well.
Take her current situation. Apparently there had been a clerical error of some sort and a whole section of Equestria did not exist, well it was fairly obvious to anypony who actually looked at it that it existed. It had tall pointy mountains in it for Luna’s sake. It was just that due to some quill pushers error it wasn’t actually part of any province, everypony had just assumed it belonged to another province or wasn’t even part of Equestria and ignored it as being somepony else’s problem. There were even ponies in the area, not many as such things were counted, there were probably more ponies in Canterlot than were in the whole area, but still ponies.
This had all come to light when one of these ponies had decided to officially found a town in the non-existent area. Well apparently a town had been there for quite a while it had just not officially existed. Somepony or other had signed off on it (the signature on the document was unreadable, maybe they were drunk, thought Trixie, that would explain a few things) but noted the discrepancy that the town was not technically part of Equestria. That note had slowly made its way through the bureaucracy until after sixty years it had come to Princess Luna’s attention. SIXTY YEARS! That was like three times as long as Trixie had been alive, she shuddered to think how Equestria had managed without her during those pre-Trixie times.
Once the Princess was aware she instantly leapt into action by hoofing it off to her one and only student, and only sane pony, the Great and Powerful Trixie. Luna tended to set such seemingly pointless tasks as tests of her student. Trixie had a sneaking suspicion they were jokes that she didn’t get the punch line of. “It’ll be good for you to learn the ancient art of compromise, Trixie,” Luna had said, “Just get the leaders of the neighbouring provinces in a room and I’m sure you can get them to agree to a mutually beneficial plan. Bring it back and I’ll hoof stamp it and everything will be sorted out.”
Of course that had turned out to be simpler said than done. The non-existent land was on Equestria’s northern border not too far from the Crystal Empire and the Griffin Kingdoms, it was bordered on the south by Rushia. Trixie was not keen on arranging a meeting with Bobbing Fisher, to be honest the stallion scared her, so she found out which of his feudal minions ran the nearest parts of his province and went to them instead. Unfortunately she found out that apparently Baroness Rosemary who administered some of the land adjacent to the disputed territory had once mistaken the husband of Baroness Thornbush, whose lands also bordered it, for a sheep while at a farming competition (and having seen Baron Thornbush Trixie had to agree that it was an easy mistake to make, his coat could do with a cut), now the two of them refused to talk to each other. The third noble whose lands bordered the area, Duke Sands, ruler of the province of Amberlon, at least had no problem with meeting with his peers. Or at least he had said he didn’t, he just seemed to be constantly busy with something else.
It had taken Trixie over two weeks, two weeks she could have used to do something more important, like wash her mane or learn to speak Griffin, to get the three of them into the same room. Even then she’d had to trick the Duke into thinking that Duchess Posey had rescheduled their regular chess game and ‘forgot’ to tell the other two nobles who would actually be in the meeting.
As Trixie had expected the meeting had started off with them yelling at her for a bit. Well not actually yelling because you couldn’t just yell at Luna’s student but talking in a way that suggested they would like to yell, if it were socially acceptable. Finally she managed to steer them towards the actual business at hoof. She had passed out the little booklets that she’d gotten some nameless drone to produce, she was rather proud of them, they were full colour and had all sorts of useful information about the unclaimed land. Maybe she should put in a good word for the drone, she or he might get a promotion out of it, maybe it could afford a name, that would be a real status symbol amongst all the other drones over in Clover Square.
She gave her audience a few minutes to digest the information or in Rosemary and Thornbush’s case to stare hatefully at each other. Then she brought out her next secret weapon, the map. She had managed to obtain, at no little effort, a map of the area in question and unrolled it with a flourish over the table. The effect was somewhat spoiled when the map proceeded to roll up again. She ran a hoof over it trying to get it to stay flat but it resisted. Gazing around the spartan meeting room Trixie found a distressing lack of things to keep the map in place. Sighing she used her magic to pin the thing down.
“Now this is the specific area in question,” she began and activated her third secret weapon. Her horn glowed under her star covered hat as she created an illusion covering the map causing the image of the snow-capped peaks of the mountain to rise up and break through the layer of cloud that now covered it. The whole area was set out as in real life, only smaller, even the settlements were present, tiny splodges of brown and grey against the open areas. She was proud of her work, if you looked at it through a magnifying glass you would even see the individual ponies doing ponyish things in the streets. The rooms other occupants seemed to be quite impressed, apart from the Duke who had his muzzle buried in his booklet.
“Now, it’s probably easiest for the whole land to go to one of you, so why don’t you each tell me why you want it and I’ll decide who to recommend to Luna,” announced Trixie swelling with her new power.
“Well,” Rosemary pushed in first, “Unlike some other areas,” she glared at her rival, “My lands are known for their farms, food production was up twenty percent in the last year alone. I’m sure I can make those,” she peered at the map, “Barren rocks bloom?” she looked unsure.
“While Baroness Rosemary’s people will be grubbing around in the dirt I’m sure mine will be industrialising the land, it’s the way of the future. My Lord Fisher certainly thinks so. I’m sure we’ll be able to set up factories,” her hoof hovered over the map, “Somewhere. Maybe near the rail link?” Her hoof hovered across the map to point out where, but she quickly found herself searching in vain.
Trixie turned to the third of the nobles. Sands looked up from his reading, “I’m afraid that there is no way I can top those offers,” he said smirking slightly, “I’m afraid I may have to bow out of this competition, it’s a shame but I think I’ll survive it.”
“Errr.. Ok,” said Trixie staring at the earth pony stallion before turning back to the mares, “I guess it’s down to you two then.”
Rosemary had picked up her copy of the booklet and was flipping through it. “I feel that I should agree with my colleague, industrialisation might be best for the people here and my lands are much more rural. Oh, look,” she pointed out, “The area has quite a lot of sheep in it, I’m sure Lady Thornbush would feel right at home there,” she gave a wicked grin.
“Oh, I couldn’t possibly,” replied Thornbush through gritted teeth, “Lady Rosemary is much better at improving farming, she said so herself, I’m sure she can really turn around the farming on those mountains, even grow grapes. I know her daughter is rather fond of a glass of wine or fifteen of an evening. Didn’t she and her coltfriend-for-the-night make the papers yesterday, something about dancing on tables?”
“So none of you want it?” asked Trixie sounding unsure and trying to ignore the fact that Rosemary looked like she wanted to buck Thornbush through the wall of the meeting room. Maybe she should have read the booklet too. She’d meant to, but it was full of charts and worse graphs, sometimes in multiple colours, she felt tired just looking at it.
“It might be best if we split the land between us, fairer I suppose. How about we divide it this way,” said Sands sweeping a hoof across the map, “I’ll take this bit.”
Trixie peered at her illusion, “I don’t think there are actually any ponies in that bit, just mountains.”
“I’m being generous, the mare’s can keep the people, I’ll just get the ore, I mean mountains.”
“Well if I do take on the area,” said Thornbush, “I’ll need some things to support the population. Maybe I should talk to the Archduke about redrawing the borders like this?” she used her horn to summon a line across the map, “That’ll give me the town of Praris, it should be able to provide for my new citizens.”
“Hey that’s my town, you can’t do that!” exclaimed Rosemary.
“It’s only fair, it’s not like your grandfather didn’t steal it from my family anyway!”
The meeting went downhill from there.
“So how did it go?” asked Princess Luna with a smile as her student entered the alicorn’s private quarters.
“We really made progress,” replied Trixie through gritted teeth.
“Oh? So who agreed to take ownership of it? Duke Sands?”
“Fine!” cried Trixie throwing down the map, “No pony wants it. It’s useless, covered in mountains and goats. No roads, no railway, no factories, no useful materials, rien ne va. It’ll cost far more to make it properly habitable than you’d ever get from it in taxes in twenty years. The place is nulle part and totally vain, you couldn’t give it away. You might as well just make it a new province then somepony might take it just for the title.”
The princess picked up the discarded map with her magic and held it up in front of her. “You know that might not be a bad idea,” she mused.
Her student stopped her rant, “Really?” said Trixie in surprise. “Um, I’ve always thought Trixieland would be a good name for a province,” she ventured.
“You know I outlawed punishing a whole province like that a long long time ago, it’s cruel and unusual,” said her mentor with a raised eyebrow.
“Anyway,” said Trixie ignoring the insult, “If you do create a new province I guess you’d need an up and coming courtier to rule it, right?” Her ears pricked up.
“Yes, but who would want such a job?” Luna tapped her muzzle with her hoof, “To run such a tiny province, so far from Canterlot. Whoever got the role would have to send all summer in the mountains and it would be such hard work to administer. It would almost certainly be a dead end job. You know I might just have somepony in mind.” The alicorn stared meaningfully at Trixie.
“Well I’m glad it wouldn't be me. I don’t think I’m ready for that kind of responsibility yet,” said Trixie backtracking rapidly. “Oh, look at the time. I should be off.” With that she turned and rushed past the guards and out of Luna’s quarters.
Luna grinned at her students behaviour for a moment, then her face became more grim, what to do about the land? Maybe Trixie did have a point, as part of another nobles province there would be no reason for them to want to improve it, but maybe if a new province was formed then its ruler would have no choice but to try and make the place better. At the very least she could have it looked into. Equestria’s immortal ruler took a scroll and quill in her aura and began to write.
Canterlot, six months ago
The wheels of bureaucracy grind slowly but they grind inexorably. Feasibility studies were carried out and passed to committees, who thought about them, bounced them between each other, lost them, found them again and eventually with Luna’s support agreed that it was just about possible to form a new province. Monies were appropriated, maps drawn up and arrangements made.
Finally Luna found herself one hoof stamp away from creating a new province, only two tasks still remained. Firstly to name the virgin land, the majority decision seemed to be to name it after the town that was likely to be its capital, Sadlzburg. Luna was not keen on the idea, that sort of thing always made for confusion and she was expected to remember the names of all the provinces and cities in her land, it was a matter of pride, so it should at least be something memorable.
Considering the problem she thought back to Trixie’s original idea, no Trixieland was definitely not a good idea, her student didn’t need her head swollen any more. What else was it she had called it? Nulle Part, it meant nowhere in prench. Nulpar had a ring to it, and the place had been left off the map for so long. Then she considered the other meanings of the term and smiled, well a mare could hope could she not? Particularly one of her age.
So, with a flick of her quill and a stamp of her hoof the province of Nulpar was created at least in potentia. Now only one more thing was needed for the new territory. A noble to run it. After all, thought Luna, a province without a noble is like a village without an idiot, as they say in Rushia. Well some provinces were lacking nobles due to various incidents but she didn’t think she could get around creating a new one without somepony in charge, she’d have to start a search.
Once more the committees were brought to bear and the bureaucracy ground on.
Canterlot, two weeks ago
Luna was more tired than she’d felt in a century, probably longer.
Being banished to her moon had been a situation she never wanted to have to repeat again, mercifully it had been short but once returned she had no time to recover. As soon as the immediate effects of her sister’s return had been dealt with she’d thrown herself into a lightning tour of Equestria’s neighbours. She had to make sure all of her allies were in place for when Corona recovered, while at the same time making sure her enemies knew that she had not been weakened by her sister’s attack.
Now almost a month since the longest day, as the press were calling it, she could finally return to her home. However, even here she couldn’t find any rest, a month away from court meant a month’s uncompleted paperwork, it covered almost every free surface of her private chambers. For a single delirious moment she considered surrendering to Corona just so she wouldn’t have to deal with all of it, the older alicorn had always been keener on bureaucracy than her younger sister. Even so she was sure Corona would be begging to be returned to the peace of the sun after only a few weeks of dealing with then tangle Equestria had become since she left it.
Sighing she used her telekinesis to clear a chair and slumped into it. She plonked her reading glasses on her snout and started work. They were an affectation, there was nothing wrong with her eyes, but she thought they made her look ‘cute’.
Luna had completed about half of her work before being forced to take a break. She decided to try and relax by catching up on the newspapers she’d missed while on tour, she was flipping through the pile when a particularly striking front page caught her eye, it showed a stallion clutching two foals in his mouth and with a third on his back barely avoiding being crushed by a large boulder. The headline above simply read ‘HEROES’. Intrigued Luna scanned the rest of the article.
‘Yesterday I met a stallion who risked his life to save three foals from a rockslide, he was a hero. I met a mare who kept herself and a dozen foals alive under a snowdrift for six hours, she was a hero. Over fifty villagers climbed a mountain and worked tirelessly to save their neighbours, they were all heroes. All across Equestria normal ponies carried out small acts of kindness to help and reassure their friends, neighbours and total strangers, they were all heroes. During the longest day when Corona returned, we were all heroes. But only if we tried. Some ponies not only try, and succeed, at being heroes but they can also make others around them better ponies than they thought they could be. Mounty Max, Lord Mayor of Sadlzburg, is one such pony. Upon hearing that an avalanche had buried a nearby village Max personally led a group of rescue ponies along a dangerous route to reach the stricken village as quickly as possible. Once there he and his people worked tirelessly for many hours to save the villagers. One of the first things my mentor Ink Blot taught me was that a journalist must never get personally involved in a story, they should remain detached. It was good advice but all rules are made to be broken and in this case it was Max who showed me that when lives are on the line we must all step up and become heroes, even jaded journalists such as myself.’
Mounty Max, the name seemed familiar to the princess. She used her magic to search through a pile of paperwork and withdrew a long list, the possible appointments for Baron of the new province of Nulpar, as drawn up by the Night Court. She scanned it, there he was about three quarters of the way down. She checked the notes on him, Lord Mayor for the last twelve years, native of the province, had overseen an explosive growth in road building, quite the stallion of the people, but no experience in politics above the town level and no connections in court.
She examined the rest of the list, it was depressingly familiar, there one of Vicereine Puissance’s grandfoals, here the usual cronies, the first name on the list was Counterfact, one of Archduchess Nobility’s nieces. From what she knew of Counterfact she was a decent enough pony but she couldn’t think of a single memorable deed she had done. Did she really deserve to be put in charge of so many ponies? And she couldn’t help think of the deals Nobility must have made to get her mare in place. It seemed every appointment became more and more murky these days, and she’d seen what that led to in the past. She hoped she had some time before she had to ‘clean house’ again, that there were still some decent ponies in court who had gotten their positions through their own merits.
Maybe it was time for a change, even if only in a small way. She doubted this Mounty Max would thank her in the long term for such a promotion. She was throwing him into the deep end, but he might just be the sort of thing the Night Court needed. A shot in the arm as it were. Nopony could blame her for electing such a hero to the position, even if he was inexperienced, who knew, he might be destined for great things.
Yes, she would do it, she drew her quill around the name circling it in red. She would keep an eye on Mounty Max, who knew where he might end up?
“Max!” called Off Piste cantering to a stop, “Mail run!” The deputy mayor of Sadlzburg was a brown earth pony stallion. He had his trademark skis strapped to his sides. “I just got in from Praris,” he explained waving a thick pack of letters. The postal system in the area was sporadic at best. Most of the mail was left at the nearest city which was almost a day’s journey to get to. It was collected from the post office whenever somepony visited and then stored in the town hall until someone came to collect it or was heading in the correct direction to act as mailpony. It wasn’t the quickest or most private of systems but it seemed to work. Max was trying to improve it by making collections more frequent, hence Piste’s weekly trips. Being an expert skier he could normally make the round trip in less than a day.
“Just a minute Piste,” said Mounty Max, the Lord Mayor of Sadlzburg, wiping his brow with a foreleg. “I think that did it, Whitefeather,” he said admiring his work. The panic caused by the longest night had resulted in some minor property damage and Max had managed to gather a small group of citizens to help with the repairs.
His companion the town’s only native hippogriff, tilted her bird like head and examined the wall they had just finished fixing. “That looks better,” she commented.
With a grin Max turned back to Piste, “So, anything for me?” he asked.
“Quite a bit, looks official as well.” Piste passed Max a large dark blue envelope stamped with the seal of Princess Luna Equestris.
Looking thoughtful Max trotted over to a drinking trough and took a few mouthfuls of the cool water before splashing some over his mane, despite the chilly climate hard work still worked up a lather. That done he, somewhat hesitantly, ran his hoof over the seal and split it open, he gingerly removed a thick letter and spread it out on the newly repaired wall before scanning it. “Well, I’ll be... I guess the rumours were true. Hey everybody gather round.” The work crew of ponies, goats, donkeys and one hippogriff looked up from their tasks and turned to their leader. He began to read out loud, “‘We are proud to announce the formation of the 258th province of Equestria under the name of Nulpar’,” he stopped, “Nulpar, what kind of name is that?”
“Sounds foreign,” noted one of the donkeys, “Are you sure they haven't just handed us over to the Griffins?”
“I don’t think so,” said Max looking slightly worried, “‘to be defined as the space between....’ bla, bla, bla and to be ruled over in the name of her royal majesty by’....” Max paled and slumped to the ground, “There has to be some mistake,” he scanned the letter again and then for a third time, the words didn’t change.
“What is it? Who’s in charge?” asked Piste ”You’re acting like we were ceded to Corona... We weren’t were we?” a ripple of alarm passed through the crowd.
Max found his voice again and continued. “‘To be ruled over in the name of her royal majesty by Mounty Max previously Lord Mayor of Sadlzburg and now to be ennobled with the title of Baron and granted all the rights and responsibilities due with that title.”
There was a pause for a second as the crowd adsorbed this information then they gave a cheer. Suddenly everybody seemed to want to pat the shocked newly minted Baron on the back.
“But.. But...” stuttered Max, “How did this happen?”
“Well I guess being a certified hero didn’t hurt and there’s all your work with the roads. Plus I might have mentioned a few things to that Moonbeam mare who was snooping about last week. I think she might have been a spy for the court.”
Still stunned Max continued to read through the letter, trying to concentrate despite the racket, most of it was technical language he didn’t really understand, he’d have to ask Conn about it later, but there was one section that stood out. ‘The Baron is summoned to take his place in the Night Court and is required to travel to Canterlot by the end of the next moon after receipt of this missive.’ A quick calculation proved that that gave him less than a fortnight.
He had a long trip ahead of him.
It took Max over half an hour to gather together what he half seriously referred to as his cabinet, and everypony else referred to as Max’s posse. They were the almost dozen ponies who helped him run Sadlzburg and now he presumed would help him run the new province. Once they had all gathered they filled up most of the space in his office. Mrs Gobhar, Max’s goat assistant, had provided tea and biscuits to them all and Max had passed on his news, no doubt some of them had already heard courtesy of the rumours now spreading through the town like wildfire. They took it better than he had.
“Well I guess you won’t be hanging around with us peasants any more your majesty,” announced Sealbhach, Mrs G’s youngest son, in a mocking tone, “You’ll be spending all your time with the nobs.” His announcement earned him a glare from his mother.
“It’s not like that. I’m sorry I’m leaving you in the lurch but there’s not much I can do I’ve been summoned by the Princess herself,” said Max holding out his hooves. “I’ll be back in the summer.”
“We know Max,” said Piste gently, “This couldn’t have happened to a better pony. We’re all thrilled for you, really.”
A rumble of agreement spread around the room. Max looked around, even the eternally grumpy looking unicorn Dr Housemartin looked almost cheerful.
“And think of all the good you can do for our new province,” said Conn, Mrs G’s middle son. “We’ll get access to an emergency fund to help Innsbuck and possibly grants to help with the road building.”
“Yeah!” cried Sparks the only crystal pony present, her ruby mane glittering with excitement, “I’m sure you’ll be the best Baron ever!”
“Don’t forget our crops,” noted Greenleaves, “We only just grow enough to keep going up here. A bit of help wouldn’t go amiss. Maybe a bit more weather, something different from snow would be nice.” She glared at Sunbeam the local weather chief who shifted uncomfortably, a lot of the area’s weather had to be hoof made and ironically, given his name, he was best at making snow clouds.
“This change can only be good for business now that we’re a proper province,” announced Welcoming Hearth the hotelier, bit signs lighting up in her eyes. “You can advertise this place in court.”
“And Canterlot isn't a bad place to live, I was stationed there for a few years, back in my guard days,” said Arctic Breeze.
“Max! Max!” cried Chill Breeze, Arctic’s foal. Lacking a foalsitter she and her husband, Sunbeam, had brought her with them. The filly was too young to understand what was going on but recognised that it was something to do with the Mayor.
Max laid a hoof on the excited filly’s head tousling her mane with, “Thanks all of you, but I can’t do this all alone. I’ll still need your help to run Sadlzburg and well I suppose all of Nulpar now.”
“Actually,” said Conn, “You don’t run Sadlzburg anymore.”
“What?”
“As you’re titled you can’t act as mayor, you have to think of your whole province, not just this town, even if we do make up over a tenth of it.”
Max slumped back into his seat, he hadn’t thought of that, he’d always really considered the surrounding areas extensions of his town. The idea of not running Sadlzburg, he’d done it for most of his adult life, was going to take some time to get his head around. Then a thought struck him. “Piste,” he said, “You’re in charge now.”
The brown stallion looked shocked, “Whoa,” he cried, “Let’s not get hasty here, I’m fine doing what you tell me Max, but run this place by myself, that’s big.”
“You are the deputy, it’s your responsibility. Plus you’ll do fine, everyone else will help you.” He glanced around most of the audience were nodding although a few looked unsure. “I have full faith in you. Look the next elections less than a year away, you can stand down then if you want.”
“For who? No pony’s ever run against you.”
“Honeybun did last time.”
“She was drunk when she applied.”
“She still did well, the promise of free booze swayed a lot of the electorate,” said Max with a grin.
“If by a lot you mean about twenty.”
“That’s a lot around here, in case you haven't noticed we’re not exactly knee deep in ponies,” said Piste gesturing around at the quite full room.
“Anyway you should take over the mayor’s residence, I won’t be needing it anymore.”
“I’m not kicking you out of your house Max!” said Piste, looking shocked.
“I’m going to have to spend most of my time in Canterlot now. I’ll find somewhere else to stay when I’m in town.”
“Maybe we could build a castle or something?” suggested Sparks, she was ignored by the rest of the company. “With a moat and towers and everything,” she carried on without a care.
“You should have the residence it goes with your new title ‘Lord Piste’,” pointed out Max, “Seriously,” he said laying a hoof on his friends back, “You’ll do fine. Mrs G can help you,” he said gesturing at the old Nanny, “She does most of the work around her anyway.”
The goat put down her knitting and looked up, “I’m afraid not,” she said. The rest of the room looked shocked. “I’m going with Max,” she said calmly, “He’ll need someone to look after him.”
“But Mum!” cried Brian, Mrs G’s eldest son.
The large goat got to his hooves but he was cut off by his mother, “No buts. I’m almost...” she paused for a moment, “Well let’s just say I’m quite old and I’ve never even left this area. I think I’m quite ready for an adventure or two. You boys don’t need you mother getting in the way anymore. You’ve got your own lives.”
“Don’t I get a say in this?” asked Max.
“Of course not, my mind is made up.”
“Well I guess I know where I stand. Of course you’re welcome to come with me Mrs G, I’ll need some help. But Piste will need someone to help him too.”
“Conn can help,” said Mrs G, “He’s got a level head on his shoulders, most of the time, and he’s good with writing and numbers and the such.”
The goat opened his mouth for a moment, then shut it, “Yeah, I think I’d like that,” he finally agreed.
“Good it’s all settled then. Now we’ll need to sort out our trip.”
“I’ve got the train schedule,” noted Hearth, “Piste can head off tomorrow to get the tickets while you two pack.”
Max slumped back while around him plans were made. Now he only had one more pony to tell and he was sure it would be much harder than his friends.
By the time everything had been sorted out it was quite late and Max thought about putting off telling his mother about his new status until tomorrow, but given the way news travelled around town it was likely she would already know by then, if she didn’t already.
A little nervously Max knocked on the door of the small but immaculate cottage his mother lived in. He wasn’t sure how to break the news to her.
After a short delay Max’s mother, Early Delivery, opened the door and blinked up blearily at her son. He hoped he hadn’t woken her up. She was a short earth pony mare with a light orange coat and a dark brown mane now tinged with grey. “Mounty? What brings you here this late at night?”
“I’ve got news mother,” he said shuffling his hooves.
“Good? Bad?”
“Good... I think.”
“Well you better come in then,” she turned and limped away. She’s gotten hit by a runaway cart a few years ago and the break had not healed properly. Previously she had acted as a midwife for the local area and the injury made it difficult for her to get around so she had retired. She still helped in births around the town though.
The old mare led Max into the cramped kitchen and passed him a large steaming mug of cocoa. The Baron sat clutching the hot drink, feeling very much like a foal again.
“Now what is this all about?” she asked.
Max produced the letter he had received earlier and passed it across to his mother, who peered at it myopically.
“Oh, Max! A Baron! I’m so proud!” she jumped to her hooves and squealed sounding a fraction of her age. “I knew you were special.”
“But it means I’ll have to move to Canterlot for most of the year,” he said gently.
The older mare’s face fell, “Oh, well I suppose I always knew this day would come.” She sat down heavily. “Remember when you were a foal and you used to keep climbing? Higher and higher, the tables, my cabinets, the roof, hills, mountains. I always knew that one day you’d climb so high I wouldn’t be able to follow.” Tears started to flow, “Oh do be careful not to fall, like your father.”
Max rushed over and hugged his mother tightly, “I’ll be careful, but I have to do this, it’s for the good of the whole of Sadlzburg and Nulpar now.”
“You know you think of others far too much,” she said drying her tears, “You need to think of yourself sometimes. That’s why Zephyr left you.”
Max grimaced at being reminded of his, until recently, betroved. “There were lots of reasons for that,” he mumbled.
“Maybe you could find yourself a nice mare over there in Canterlot? Perhaps one without wings this time?” She smiled hopefully.
“Mother!”
“I know it’s old fashioned but there are three tribes for a reason. No good comes from letting the blood mix too much.”
“You must have delivered dozens of foals with mixed tribe parents over the years, hundreds even.”
“Well it’s not the little mite’s fault for the actions of their parents,” said Early crossing her fore legs.
Putting aside their long running argument Max looked around the cottage. “I’ll ask Piste to pop in every so often to make sure you’re alright and you ask Brian if anything needs fixing.”
“I can still look after myself you know, I have plenty of friends. I even have male company.”
“Be that as it may... Wait what?” cried Max his mouth dropping.
“Your father’s been gone for quite a while now, I’ll always love him but, well I have certain needs.”
Max dropped back into his chair his mouth wide and his mind blown, “Who? When? How?”
“Me and Dr Housemartin have a certain understanding. It started when I hurt my leg, well we spent a lot of time together and got to playing Doctors and Nurses, so to speak,” she blushed, “As to the how, there are some things I don’t want to discuss with you, my boy.”
Still stunned Max tried to think back to the grumpy Doctor’s behaviour over the last few years, he had seemed a little sprightlier than he used to.
“Anyway, you better be off,” she said taking the now empty mug away from him, he didn’t remember drinking it. “I’m sure you’ve got lots of packing to do. When do you leave?”
“It’ll take a few days to get ready. I’ll see you before then and I’ll be home in the summer.”
“As I said I’m so very proud of you Mounty,” she gave her son a hug. “I’m sure you’ll go far, right to the top. You’ll even get to meet the Princess.”
“Thanks Mom,” Max said hugging her back, “I’ll write when I can.”
With Piste off arranging his travel plans Max decided to throw himself into his packing, he wanted to get everything sorted away to allow the new mayor to move in before he left. He did not think his possessions were excessive, but he had picked up a few knick knacks over his thirty or so years of life.
His rock collection taken from the peaks of the area’s mountains he decided would be too heavy to bring so with some regret he packed it away. He also decided to leave his climbing gear, until he remembered that Canterlot was located on the top of mount Canterhorn, it would really be something to climb that, to follow the hoofsteps of those ancient pilgrims who would look for wisdom on the peak and maybe even a chance to see one of the, at that point, near legendary alicorns.
Looking through his wardrobe he felt a bit ashamed, it was rather bare. He had never been much for clothing. He had a few winter coats and other practical outfits but not much in the way of fancy or formal wear. He imagined that the court went clothed most of the time, oh well, he could always buy something when he got to Canterlot.
Under a pile of bedding he found an old hearts and hooves day card from Zephyr, carefully opening it he found a pressed flower. He dithered for a few minutes not sure whether to pack it, leave it or throw it. He supposed moving was a chance to make a clean break from the past, but he still had to learn from it. He decided to put it in storage for the moment.
Clearing out a cupboard he found a stack of maps and diagrams. Opening them out he found his original plans for the road network, first imagined so many years ago now. There was the rail link he had abandoned as unfeasible and even the planned tunnels through the hearts of the mountains. Maybe now he was a Baron he could revisit those original ideas. Carefully folding them up again he packed the plans in his luggage.
Looking around his room it now seemed so empty. All his life reduced to a dozen or so bags and boxes. Still he supposed Piste would make his own stamp on the place soon enough. He wondered where he would live in Canterlot and what it would look like, he had a vision of a luxurious mansion with almost a dozen rooms all made of solid silver, maybe even with a spiral staircase going nowhere just for show. With a sigh he shook his head, now he was just being silly, still he doubted his new lodgings would be as cosy as these.
He took a last look back at the now bare room before hefting a box onto his back, as he was moving into the town hall Piste had offered to let Max store his things in his place. The deputy mayor was not known for his tidiness so Max’s first task before packing had been to clean up Piste’s house to make room for his stuff, which might have been the cunning ponies plan in the first place.
Closing the door behind him Max sighed, he would certainly miss this place.
“Come on Max! It’s your last night in town for Luna knows how long. Who knows what type of muck they serve in Canterlot.” said Piste trying to drag Max out of the town hall door. He had returned from Praris a few hours ago with all the tickets and bookings Max needed. He was glad the larger town had a telegraph installed, it made such planning much easier.
“I need to read all of that letter and look up what my new duties are, I don’t want to mess up.” complained Max digging in his hooves.
“Just a pint of two, to say goodbye to the old place,” insisted Piste.
“Fine but just the one, I’ve got...”
“SUPRISE!”
The area in front of the town hall was totally packed with ponies, it looked like most of the population of Sadlzburg were present and some from beyond. He recognised the mayors and headmen from the other settlements within a few days travel, even Talonmaster Bloodstrike from the eyrie was there, her two tiny chicks balanced on her head. A banner had been hoisted up with ‘Good Luck Baron Max’ emblazoned on it. Tables of food seemed to have appeared from somewhere. There was even a band playing. It was amazing how much had been done in the last few hours while Max had been inside.
At the front of the crowd stood his cabinet and other important figures. He couldn’t help but notice his mother standing next to Dr Housemartin, the stallion even had a hoof thrown over the old mare’s withers. How had he not noticed that before? He dragged his attention back to the crowd, “You organised this?” he hissed to Piste.
“I didn’t need to do anything. The town came up with it all by themselves when they found out you were going.” He replied before stepping forwards. “Thanks guys. As you know we’re all here to wish our friend Mounty Max here good luck on his long journey to Canterlot and to thank him for all the hard work he put in as Mayor and for the harder work he’ll have to do now that he’s a baron.” The crowd gave a cheer. “Now I’ve known Max for most of my life,” continued Piste, “I liked skiing, he liked climbing we tended to hang out together. But the thing is I was always skiing away from things while he was climbing towards things. He’s a stallion with a plan. Course a lot of his plans are half baked.” Gentle laughter emerged from the crowd, “But he’s always working towards something, trying to make things better, trying to get to the top. Well now he’s got an even higher peak to climb and I wish him the best of luck. So stamp your hooves for Mounty Max.” Piste slammed his hooves into the ground and the crowd followed his lead.
Max felt a stinging in his eyes, there were so many of them, all wishing him well. He couldn’t let them down. He stepped up and waited for the sound to die down, it took a while. “Thank you all, thank you my friends,” he cried. “I’m still not sure why the court chose me for this role, I keep thinking that I’ll suddenly wake up and this will all be dream.” The crowd laughed again, “Piste said that I’m a stallion with a plan, and yes, I have plenty of plans but they would all be dreams without you, I only planned our new roads, our postal system, the clinic, but it was you, all of you that made those dreams reality. You who donated the time, money and effort needed to create them. But there is only so much we can do by ourselves eventually even the best of us needs to ask our neighbour for some help and that is what my new position allows us to do. Now I can go to Canterlot and show the court, show Princess Luna herself, what we have done and say, we did this with nothing, imagine what we can do with just a little bit of help?” The crowd cried out their support stamping their hooves even harder. “Now there will be other changes as well, some good and some bad. We can no longer think of ourselves as just Sadlzburg or just Sadlzburg and the surrounding area, no now all of us, every pony, every goat, every griffin, hippogriff and mule, we are all part of Nulpar and we need to work together to make it the best province in the whole of Equestria, to make the Princess proud.” The roar of the crowd rose again, Max felt something trickle down his cheeks and realised he was crying, he looked out into the crowd and many of the faces there, faces he’d known all his life were crying to, at that moment he felt so very proud of his people he thought his heart might rip its way out of his chest. “Well enough of me talking,” he cried over the sound of the crowd, “Let’s all have a drink.”
It was hours later, Max felt like he had shook the hooves of everybody in the whole province. He had chatted with the various community leaders and they had given him advice and made a few demands on his new role. Now the night was coming to a close and he just wanted to have a little peace for a while. He had managed to hunker down near one of the tables set up for his party and just relax. This party, it was incredible, there was so much love and energy here. For a moment he wondered if they did really need the rest of Equestria. It seemed like these people could move mountains on their own; why would he ever want to leave? Of course that was crazy talk, as he’d say there were limits to what they could do, but these were still great people.
His thoughts were interrupted by a soft rush of air as a pegasus touched down next to him. Her coat was so pale a yellow as to be almost white and her light blue mane hung around her face highlighting piercing green eyes. Max knew her well, in fact he had spent many an hour tracing every one of her lines and curves. “Zephyr,” he breathed.
“Hi Max,” she said shyly, “I guess if things had worked out differently I’d be Baroness Zephyr by now.”
“Well... I...” he stuttered.
“No I don't think I would be. If you’d stayed with me you wouldn’t have gotten so far.”
“Look, I’m sorry but you know I couldn’t..”
She cut him off again, “No I know you couldn’t, it wasn’t fair of me really. I asked you to choose between me, between us and your work. There was only one way that could have ended.”
He leaned forwards and put an arm around her, it felt so familiar, “I’m sorry but there were so many ponies depending on me, I had to give them my all.”
“I was one of those ponies, Max! Why couldn’t you give me your all?” she cried, then quieted. “I’m sorry, I didn’t come here to fight. I wish you luck.”
“So do I, I really hope you can find somepony who will give you all they can, all you deserve.”
She pulled away. “I hope so too. Good luck Max, I hope you’re happy in Canterlot.” She turned and without looking back flew into the frigid sky.
Max watched her go until she was just a spot in the sky. He sighed, maybe there were a few reasons he should get out of town. He rubbed his weary eyes, around him the party seemed to be dying down. It was probably time to get some sleep.
With a yawn Max staggered out of the town hall, he had stayed up far too late last night for the early start he had planned. The town around him seemed empty and quiet. He casually slammed the door then stopped. This would probably be the last time the building would act as his home. For a moment a feeling of utter loss passed over him. What was he doing? Was this really his destiny? Surely somepony would work out there had been a mistake? That there we far better ponies than him for the job.
He enjoyed his life in Sadlzburg, he knew almost everybody and he had plans, things he could do. What would Canterlot be like? How would he cope?
“Morning,” came a voice from near him. He turned to see Mrs G standing there next to a wagon packed with their luggage. “Second thoughts?” she asked.
He nodded. “It’s just hit me how big this all is.”
“You’re a big fish in a little pond Max, it’s easy to be a hero here. But Canterlot, well that’s going to be a big pond, almost an ocean. Even a big fish looks small there. A small fish could easily get drowned out there, but you know what happens to small fish sometimes? Sometimes they grow.”
Max digested this for a moment, then a smile spread over his face, “Thanks Mrs G. I think I needed that.”
“Any time dear. Now we better be off.”
Max hitched himself up to the wagon and started to pull, “What have you got in your luggage?” he asked as the vehicle started to inch forwards, “Rocks?” He’d never seem Mrs G or any goat come to think of it wear clothes.
“Some books, a few keepsakes and a lot of wool,” she said. “I don’t know how easy it is to get your hooves on in Canterlot.”
With a grunt the cart got going and Max and Mrs Gobhar set out on their journey together through the empty streets towards the capital of Equestria.
The journey from the newly formed province of Nulpar to Canterlot lasted a week. It took almost two days for Max and Mrs Gobhar, loaded down by luggage as they were, to just get to the railhead in the town of Praris in the neighbouring province of Rushia. Once there they still had to change trains numerous times before getting the main line from Stalliongrad to Canterlot. The trip was far further than Max had ever gone before and although he was excited about his new position and intrigued at the changing terrain of Equestria as his train cut its way through the country, by the time he reached the final leg of his journey he was tired of the constant clacking of Mrs G’s knitting needles and felt that he was going stir crazy.
Then it came into sight, haloed by the setting sun, the Canterhorn and with it the ancient city of Canterlot perched on its side seemingly defying gravity. Numerous artificial waterfalls cascaded down the side and glittered in the late afternoon sun. Max’s face lit up with a smile and he felt a tingle in his flank for the first time in many years.
“I have got to climb that!” he announced.
Mrs Gobhar looked up from her knitting and peered out the window. “Well I’m sure you’ll get a chance sometime, dear.”
“No I mean I have to climb it right now! It’s what my cutie mark is telling me!”
“This again? You ponies seem to think with your cìos tatù. I thought you’d gotten this all out of your system when you were a foal. I swear you climbed every peak in Nulpar.”
“We’re not in Nulpar anymore, I need to stretch myself now we’ve moved.”
“It’s not actually that tall is it?” the nanny leant towards the window trying to judge the height of the mountain as they slowly approached it.
“No, it’s actually shorter than most of Nulpar’s peaks, it’s been scaled many times so there are even paths. Still I’ve never done it before. Look the train has to circle it several times to get to the top, I bet I could get there quicker, straight up the side, no problem.”
Mrs G looked at the mountain and then back at Max who was fidgeting in excitement. She chewed for a moment before continuing. “Care to put your money where your mouth is?”
“Fine, ten bits say I can make it to the top before the train does,” he boasted.
The goat nodded, “You’re on.” She spat on her hoof and held it out, Max did the same and they bumped their limbs together.
It was over an hour before the train came to its penultimate stop at the foot of the Canterhorn. Max took the time to unpack his climbing gear and prepare for the assent. By that time the sun had already dropped behind the horizon.
“Are you sure you still want to do this fool thing?” asked Mrs G as Max stepped down onto the platform. “You could just give me your money now and save yourself the effort.”
“Never! I will climb the Canterhorn even if it kills me,” he struck a heroic pose.
The goat gave a gentle smile, “I wouldn’t want it to come to that, then I wouldn’t get my money. Be careful.”
“Don’t worry I will.”
A call came from the stationmaster than the train was about to leave and Mrs G got back on and shut the door. Max waved to the train as it pulled away to start its slow ascent then turned to the mountain itself. Glancing up at the city he noticed numerous lights starting to be lit as it came alive for the night, it was like a second set of stars. He realised that the Princess herself would be in the city, lowering the sun and rising the moon. He was certain that somewhere up there his destiny was waiting for him, he just had to climb to reach it.
Duchess Fragrant Posey stood at the Canterlot train station waiting for a train, to arrive. Around her ponies rushed from place to place greeting each other, saying goodbye and everything in-between. Off to one side she noticed a small group of journalists eyeing her and her companions. Fragrant glared at the parasites, although her job put her in the public eye she did not appreciate how the paparazzi pried into personal lives as well. A group of nobles gathering together was hardly newsworthy by itself in the capital of Equestria, but they were a mismatched group and that might be seen as a story.
Princess Luna had personally suggested that the group meet the new arrival to the court at the station and show him his duties. Posey suspected that they had been selected to represent a range of the various factions that made up the court. Lady Purity, as the heir to her father, Count Hardup’s, enchanting empire, was currently a minor cog in the faction run with machine like efficiency by Archduke Fisher and his fellow technocrats who spent much of their time pushing from more investment in industry. Baron Rolling Fields represented the older more conservative sections of the court who were well served by the current system and tried to minimise change. Viscount Blueblood despite being from one of the oldest noble houses in Equestria (as he pointed out whenever given the chance) was relatively new to court and could be considered part of the younger, more hungry section of court. Fragrance suspected she had been selected to represent the voting block headed by Vicereina Wallflower who generally tried to put the needs of the common pony first, where possible. They hardly represented every faction in the court but unless every single member were to be present that would not be possible.
“It’s late,” announced Purity, “This just won’t do,” the raven black unicorn fussed tossing her long white mane over her shoulder, “The station manager will hear of this.”
“Now my dear,” said Rolling looking at the young unicorn with tired eyes. The earth pony was one of the oldest members of the court and it showed, his green coat was faded and his brown mane was patchy. “When I was a lad I remember when you were lucky to have a train arrive on the same day it was supposed to, a few minutes or even an hour isn't that bad.”
Behind the two of them stood Buttercup Fields, the Baron’s daughter. The lime green earth pony had a thickly curled orange mane and was talking quietly with Blueblood. Fragrant knew that the white unicorn stallion had acted as the young earth pony’s escort to a formal ball a few months ago. She felt that she should have a talk with the filly in case she had fallen for the Viscount’s insincere charm.
Just as she was about to join in with Purity and Rolling’s conversation Fragrant caught sight of the train as it rose into view, climbing the last part of the mountain into the station itself. “Ah, here it is,” she noted.
“What does this chap look like?” asked Blueblood turning towards the train, his conversation with Buttercup apparently finished.
“Earth Pony, grey coat and a short brown mane,” said Fragrant remembering the details the Princess’s office had provided to her. “He should be travelling in carriage three.”
The small group wandered down the platform as the passengers began to alight on the platform. Out of the corner of her eye Fragrant caught sight of one of the journalists following with a camera, probably eager to get a picture of the new arrival, she tried to keep herself between the train and the camera. She wouldn't want Max’s first experience of Canterlot to be getting blinded by a flash.
The party made it to the relevant part of the train and waited and waited. No pony matching Max’s description could be seen. In fact the only occupant seemed to be an old goat struggling with a pile of luggage.
“Could he have missed his train?” asked Purity looking around.
“Max’ll be here sooner or later, probably later,” said the goat.
“It can talk!” gasped Purity.
Mrs G glared at the unicorn with her slitted eyes. “Chan eil thu fhèin ag ràdh!” she muttered. “You look like a strong young stallion, you can give me a hoof with these,” she continued in perfect Equestrian tossing a case at Blueblood who caught it in surprise and staggered back under the weight.
“Do you mind!” he cried dropping the case, “I am Viscount Prince Blueblood not some common porter.”
“Oh.. Sorry,” she looked abashed, “I’m Mrs Gobhar, Baron Mounty Max’s assistant. I’m sure a stallion of your nobility wouldn't mind helping an old nanny with her bags?” she asked with a waver in her voice.
Blueblood spluttered for a moment all eyes on him, then he let out an exasperated sigh and picked up the bag with his magic.
“Thank you,” said the goat her voice losing all trace of weakness.
“A goat assistant!” spluttered Purity, “Is this a joke? Is he making fun of us?”
Baron Rolling ignored the shocked unicorn and struggled to pick up a piece of luggage, “I am Baron Fields these mares are Duchess Fragrant Posey, Lady Purity and my daughter Buttercup. Luna sent us to show the new Baron the ropes.” Buttercup rushed over and helped him with the case.
“Max should be here soon enough, the silly colt decided to walk,” said the goat with a hint of pride.
“Walk?” asked Fragrant, “All the way from his province?”
“No, just up the mountain, he tends to do that. I think he might have underestimated how big it is. Still I expect he’ll turn up soon enough, with my money.”
“This is the last straw,” exclaimed Purity, “I will not be insulted in this way, Luna will hear of this outrage.” With that she swung around and stalked away muzzle in the air.
“High strung thing isn’t she?” said Mrs G as she took a seat on a bench at the edge of the platform and brought out some knitting from somewhere.
Rolling gratefully dropped into the seat next to her, “She thinks she’s better than other ponies because she was born with a horn. I doubt she’s comfortable talking to you.”
The nanny looked up from her knitting, “And you are?”
“I had a Billy in my platoon back in the guard, a damn fine sergeant he was, a credit to his species.” He stared into the distance for a moment, “He was killed in a griffin raid, all burned up.” He scowled. “Wait that doesn’t sound right,” he mused.
“It was a dragon father,” said Buttercup in a small voice.
“Oh, yes that was right, a dragon, a young one as they go, but still a nasty brute. I’m sorry I get a little mixed up sometimes. I’m getting on a bit you see. I don’t know what I’d do without Buttercup here,” he patted his daughter on the hoof fondly and she smiled back.
“I wish my boys would make themselves a bit more useful. Brian’s a good buck but he can be as thick as two short planks, Conn’s always got his head in a book and Sealbhach’s doe crazy. Still I wouldn’t change them for the world and they do care for their old tosd.”
“Buttercup’s always looking out for me, it’s more than I deserve really. She talked me into going to a spa with her. In my day, well, stallions just didn’t go to those places but she made me and it does wonders for my joints, I come out feeling ten years younger.”
The old goat nodded, “Old age never comes alone does it? My hip aches something fierce when there’s rain on the way.”
“No it does not. Maybe you could come along with us one day? It really is a marvel.”
“Oh, I don’t know if they have facilities for goats,” said Buttercup looking nervous and earning herself a glare from the nanny.
This mountain was not as easy as it seemed, thought Max testing a hoofhold which crumbled at his touch. When you looked at it from a distance is seemed easy but up close it was quite a different prospect. It looked like there was a single easy path to his goal but once you got onto the path you found that it actually twisted and turned and you ended up in places you did not expect or intend to be.
He tested another section and this time found it to be solid beneath his hoof. Straining he lifted himself up another meter, he was getting close to one of the waterfalls that ran from the city. He didn’t fancy getting soaked if he could avoid it. Looking down he realised he’d covered about half the distance so far, he would be late for his rendezvous with Mrs G, oh well it wouldn’t be by much and he was quite enjoying himself. He probably should have brought a partner, an ascent was always easier when there were two of you, someone to catch you if you fell or get help if you got into trouble. But at the moment he was alone, maybe he’d meet somepony to join him as he went.
As long as he persevered he was sure he would make the trip in another few hours at most, he’d always found that was the way to deal with most problems you kept on trying until you got to the top. Suddenly his rear hoof slipped and he was thrown off balance. He flailed his foreleg and managed to get a grip in a crack in the rock in front of himself to steady himself.
Yes persistence would get him to the top eventually, as long as he didn’t fall on the way.
Over an hour passed and Fragrant found herself sitting with only Mrs Gobhar for company. One by one the other members of the group had left. Blueblood was first finally losing patience, the Viscount had stormed off claiming that a stallion of his stature could not waste his time waiting for the court’s most junior member to arrive. Eventually the wait proved too much for Baron Fields as well and the ancient pony had fallen asleep in his seat, his daughter fearing he would get a chill woke him up and led him, feebly protesting, back towards their home. The two of them had mostly sat in silence Fragrant wasn’t sure what to say to the goat she did not often interact with them, Cloudsdale being a far cry from the mountainous regions the breed normally called home.
“He’s really climbing the whole mountain to get here isn’t he?” she asked eventually.
The constant clicking of the goats knitting stopped for a second as she looked up. “Yes, once he gets his mind set on something he won’t stop until he gets it done. Regardless of how stupid it is.”
Posey frowned for a moment, “Should you talk about your employer like that?”
“I’ve known Max all his life, his grandfather took me on when I was just a doe and I worked for his father as well. I helped change Max’s nappies when he was a colt. He’s a great stallion and he’s due a lot of respect, but he can get some fool ideas in his head. He needs someone to keep him on track.” She looked Fragrant up and down thoughtfully before returning to her knitting.
The pegasus sat deep in thought. There were so many other, more important, things she could be spending her time on but she did want to see what type of pony could so casually do something so... single minded. She had read Max’s file, he had apparently modernised his newly formed province more in the last five years more than it had in the last hundred. Arranged for miles of road to be built over terrain others had said could not be covered. He’d even personally saved a group of foals during the longest day. There was a lot to admire about him. She supposed she could at least give him another hour or so, she had cleared her schedule until morning in order to show him around.
Canterlot! Finally he had made it! Max tried to get a look around as he galloped through the streets. It had taken far longer than he’d hoped to get to even the lowest levels of the city and longer to find his way to the train station that it had to climb the mountain. It had to be closing in on midnight by now. The first few ponies he’d tried to stop had been too busy to talk to him and he must have misunderstood the third because her directions seemed to lead him the wrong way. However, eventually, with the help of a guard, he had the train station in sight. Mrs G must have been waiting for almost two hours by now, he hoped she was alright, he’d have to find a way to make it up to her, on top of the money he now owed her.
He dashed into the station itself, admiring the architecture while avoiding the crowd milling around even at this time of night. Maybe one day they could have something like this back in Nulpar, probably a bit smaller. There were more ponies in the building than in all of Sadlzburg. Rushing onto the platform he swerved to avoid a packed trolley, shouted an apology to the porter pushing it and swivelled his head to look for his assistant.
There she was sitting on a bench surrounded by their combined luggage, he slowed to a trot panting slightly and approached her. “Ah, sorry Mrs G it took me...” suddenly Max lost control of his jaw as he caught sight of at the most beautiful mare he had ever seen. Her mane was a waterfall of shimmering pink flowing down the side of her face highlighting her huge aqua eyes, the colour of the ocean and he felt he could down in them forever. She wore a flowing scarlet dress over her svelte form, contrasting perfectly with her pale yellow, almost cream, coat. Her long legs placed her at his height or maybe a touch higher. Perfectly preened wings were folded over her back while a long tail gently swayed in the air.
As if in slow motion the vision of loveliness turned towards him and her perfect lips enunciated a message to him, “Mount me Max!” she sighed.
Max’s brain short circuited for a moment and he was surprised he stayed on his hooves. Almost every part of his body cried ‘yes’ at this tempting offer, the chorus led by certain organs but a few scraps of his brain cried at him to stop. In his, admittedly not too wide, experience mares didn’t just say things like that in public, when you had just met them, apart from one or two mentioned in yellowing magazines now stored in Piste’s house. He particularly doubted that a goddesses like the one before him would act like that. He forced himself to check before he did anything rash.
“Pardon?” he mumbled his grey coat blazing red.
“I said Mounty Max? Baron of Nupar?” said Fragrant. “I am Duchess Fragrant Posey, of Cloudsdale.”
“Yes... well, um, Max, yes. Er Mounty Baron,” stuttered Max. “I mean I’m Mounty Max, Baron. It’s my name which means that, err I’m me.” He floundered around wishing the ground would open up and swallow him, or time would roll back so he could try this again.
Fragrant stopped for a moment and stared at him while he sweated. Mrs Gobhar broke the tension. “So where’s my money then?” she asked.
“Oh, err, right.” Max tore his gaze away from Posey long enough to take out his bits and passed them to the goat. She counted them out.
“Good,” she said with a smile, “Now help me with the luggage. I hope our hotel will still be open.”
Max started to load himself up with the bags and Fragrant looked on trying to decide which of the pair was supposed to be the noble and which was the servant. “There will be no problem with your hotel still accepting guests, all of them are open all night in this city. Where are you staying?”
Max paused in swinging bags onto his back, “The Welcoming Stable. One of my friends Arctic Breeze recommended the place, she was stationed in Canterlot when she was in the guard.”
Fragrant frowned, “That’s a rather shabby place for someone of your position, still I suppose it should do for the day. We can take my carriage.”
She led Max and his assistant out of the station. Her personal sky carriage was where she had left it, despite the long wait the chauffeurs still stood at attention. Max helped Mrs G into the carriage before helping the chauffeurs load their luggage.
The Duchess whispered instructions to her staff and the carriage took off into the sky. Both Max and his assistant looked down at the city in astonishment, neither of them was used to this type of transport. Fragrant smiled at their looks of awe, Max seemed to be splitting his attention between the ground and herself and was sweating slightly despite the chill, she would not have thought the leader of a mountainous province would have a problem with heights especially since he had just climbed a mountain. But she knew some ground dwelling ponies had difficulties with flying.
The trip was short, the hotel did not have rooftop landing like some of the higher class establishments so the carriage landed near the main entrance. Several staff spilled out of the hotel apparently having sensed an important guest had arrived and began to busy themselves with the luggage.
“I’m sorry to have kept you up so late Duchess,” said Max as he checked in.
She looked confused for a moment, “This is not late. The Night Court is nocturnal you know.”
“Oh,” blushed Max at his stupidity.
“I had not risen long before I was due to meet you at the station and I had cleared my evening to show you around the city. I will need to return to court in an hour or so, your late arrival has made rather a mess of my schedule. Still I suppose you are hungry?”
Max suddenly realised that despite the lateness of the hour he hadn’t eaten for quite some time. “Yes, I am rather.”
“Good, I would normally eat at this time. We can discuss when we can meet again over a meal. I know just the place.”
“Do I have time for a shower?” he was acutely aware that his recent exertions meant he wasn’t exactly in pristine condition.
“No, I don’t think so,” Posey inhaled, “I like.. I mean, I think you look acceptable.”
“Would you like to come with us Mrs Gobhar?” asked Max as the goat supervised the last of the luggage.
She looked between the two ponies and gave a little smile. “I’m sure the two of you young ‘uns don’t need me around. I’ll order something from room service and get some sleep. Try not to stay out too late,” she said with a wink.
Max flushed slightly at the old goats insinuation but Posey didn’t seem to notice. “Good,” she said, “I think I know just the place.”
The restaurant was not far, the trip only took a few minutes by carriage, and Fragrant dismissed her drivers once they arrived, it was only a short walk to the castle once she had finished her meal. To Max the restaurant looked very exotic decorated as it was with pillars and with a domed roof.
“What sort of food do they serve?” asked Max somewhat nervously, he didn’t want to be seen totally out of touch with Canterlot cuisine, even though he was.
“It’s food from Maredras, I was on a trade mission there many years ago and I got a taste for it.”
“I am sorry madam but the restaurant is totally full,” explained the maître d' not even looking up as they entered.
“I think you might be able to make room for me and my companion,” said Posey regally.
The maître d' looked up and an embarrassed smile quickly passed over his face, “Duchess. I am so very sorry I did not recognise you there, of course we can seat you. Just wait here for a moment.”
The stallion rushed off and started to talk to another pair of ponies who had just taken their seats.
“I don’t mind going somewhere else if there isn’t any room,” pointed out Max as the ponies started to stand throwing dirty looks towards himself and Posey.
“Don’t worry I’m sure they will be well compensated for their trouble,” said Posey. Max gave an awkward smile to the couple as they trotted past scowling.
The maître d' showed Max and Posey to the new vacated table, “Allow me to offer you a bottle of the house special as recompense for your delay,” he said pouring two glasses of wine and leaving the bottle on the table.
Max picked up the menu, none of the dishes were familiar to him. Posy picked up on his discomfort, “Shall I order for both of us?” she asked as a waitress wrapped in a dress made out of a single piece of fabric appeared next to them.
“Yes please,” said Max taking a mouthful of his drink, it was very sweet.
“अपने विशेष के दो कृपया. एक पर कम मसाले, मैं वह एक कुंवारी है.” said Fragrant to the waitress who gave a little giggle, nodded and walked away. “I picked up some of the language while I was there,” she explained.
“Mi abair iomadaidh cainnt cuidechd,” said Max.
“What language is that?” she asked.
“Goat, close to it anyway, I’m told I have a terrible accent but I can usually get my meaning across. Sibh baileach alainn,” he blushed slightly and raising his glass, Posey bumped her glass into his before sipping her drink.
“What is your province like?” she asked, “Cloudsdale is a nice place but we don’t host many non-ponies, the population is mostly pegasus of course, and a few expatriate Griffin and Hippogriff.”
“Oh we have a few Griffin in Nulpar as well. We aren't that far from the kingdoms you know, but they mostly keep to themselves. Donkey, Hippogriff and Shiney’s, I mean Crystal Ponies as well. I suppose the province is quite varied but it’s mostly mountains, and valleys, there are a few large lakes here and there and a few flat areas to the south. You know I can’t imagine what it’s like living on a cloud city, being able to move from place to place as you feel like it.”
“It’s not quite that simple, Cloudsdale’s movements are planned out years in advance, it’s not like I can just choose to visit Neigh Orleans on a whim. Well,” she leaned forwards slightly, “When I was young my brother, Thunderous, decided he wanted to visit Rushia so he snuck into my mother’s study and changed the itinerary. We were over a hundred miles off course before she found out. She was so angry, both at the pilots and Thunderous, not only had he changed it with crayon and the pilot’s didn’t figure it out but he’d spelt ‘Rushia’ wrong. She made him spend so much extra time with our tutors.” Max laughed and she found herself following him, she was surprised how relaxed she was around him, there was something about him that just made her feel at ease, she would have to be careful.
The waitress glided up with their meal and laid the plates of curried vegetables in front of them. “I hope you enjoy them,” she said with a bow.
Max looked slightly apprehensive at his meal but seeing that Posey had started to delicately graze on hers he leant forwards and took a mouthful. His taste buds were overwhelmed by a mix of flavours, “This is good..” he started before the spices hit him and he almost gagged. Hot! Hot! He thought, grabbing his glass he emptied the wine into his mouth to try and ward off the taste.
“Are you alright?” asked Posey looking concerned.
“Fine,” he gasped filling his glass again, “Just a bit spicier than I’m used to.” He took a smaller bite this time and managed to blink back the tears in his eyes.
“Well it was hard work,” said Max gesticulating with his hooves, “But we just about got the last section of road finished in time for the opening ceremony. I was worried that Piste might fall asleep but he held it together long enough for his sister and her foals to arrive. You know, having roads for trade and official business is good and all, but allowing families to visit in an hour, rather than six, just makes it all worthwhile.” He smiled in recollection.
The two nobles had finished their meal and drink (the majority had ended up in Max, Posey had only sipped her wine) and the Duchess still had a short time until she had to carry out her duties so they had ended up talking about their work.
Fragrant sat head in hooves looking at her companion as he told his story, he was just so enthusiastic. He almost seemed to glow with repressed energy, she knew he was somewhat younger than her but he seemed almost like an excited foal at hearth’s warming, it was very... endearing.
“Duchess?” asked Max.
Posey shook herself, she had been staring, “Sorry?” she asked, “And you can call me Fragrant.”
Max smiled widely, “I said what are you working on at the moment, Fragrant?”
“Oh, just the usual things, a bill to allow the export of clouds to the mild west, relief monies for areas affected by the longest day. Nothing very exciting.”
“That sounds very interesting those monies could make the lives of a lot pony’s better, I know Nulpar suffered some avalanches, other places must have had it worse. Just to think you could be helping so many,” he enthused.
“I suppose so,” she mused, “It’s been a while since I really thought about it that way, as more than just dull debate. It can be so difficult to get some of the court to move quickly sometimes.”
“I’m sure that if some of the court actually visited the affected areas they could see the real equine face of the disaster.”
“That... that is not a bad idea actually. I might suggest it to the committee.” She was a little taken aback, when had she really become so jaded she had stopped thinking of the citizens of Equestria in these matter? She looked up at the clock on the wall. “I’m afraid we will have to continue this conversation at another time I must return to the court now. I believe I have some free time tomorrow evening, I will meet you at your offices at seven, we can talk about your new duties,” announced Fragrant pushing back her chair and standing.
Max joined her. “I’ll see you then,” he said leaning towards her.
Even looking back on the moment from years later Max would never be sure how it happened. Maybe it was the wine, that always made him rather tactile. Maybe he was just intoxicated by her presence. Whatever it was, the bow that he had originally planned to make morphed into something more and he slumped against the yellow pegasus, throwing a hoof over her back and drawing her into a hug.
Fragrant stiffened in shock for a moment then to both Max and her surprise she relaxed into his grasp melting against him. Her mane brushed against his muzzle and he found that she lived up to her name, his nose was invaded by a multitude of flowery scents, roses, lilacs, lemon and Lavender all fought for his attention. At the same time she inhaled his more earthy scent from his efforts climbing the Canterhorn, it smelt.. honest. Slowly their heads turned towards each other until they were separated by only an inch or so of space, they hovered there for a seemingly endless eternity eyes locked, his green staring into her blue and vice versa.
Then Fragrant returned to herself and stiffened in shock before gently, and with surprising regret, pushed Max away from herself. The earth pony slumped back, his hind legs folding beneath him, his face glowing like the sun. “Errr, umm, sorry, I didn’t I...”
Fragrance’s face was also glowing slightly, her tail flicking in what Max thought must be barely contained annoyance. “Mr Max, that sort of informality might be the norm out in the sticks but here in Canterlot, such behaviour is not acceptable.”
“Sorry, I’m sorry, errr sorry,” stuttered Max looking horrified and crushed.
The pegasus nodded slightly, “No harm done, a simple hoofshake should suffice in the future. I will see you at court tomorrow night.” With that she turned and with, Max’s treacherous brain noted, a significant swing in her tail and fabric covered flanks strode from the restaurant.
Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! thought Max as he slammed his head into the table, his meal threatened to make a return performance. What had he done? Had he no self-control at all? He was just lucky that she was so perfectly understanding.
A waiter looked down sympathetically. “How would you like to pay, sir?” he asked.
Fragrance only just made it out of the door before her composure cracked and her wobbly legs gave out, dropping her rump to the floor. She felt light headed, her heart was beating a mile a minute and her stomach was packed with butterflies. A series of giggles threatened to escape her mouth. A wide smile cracked her face and her wings spread as pleasant shudders passed up and down them. That had been... that had felt... she didn’t know. A hug made her feel like this, just a hug, what would... She fought to control herself, she was a grown mare not some besotted schoolfilly.
This was dangerous, he was new to the court but this could still be a trap, an attempt to get inside her guard... and inside something else, which wouldn’t be so bad, whispered a sly part of her mind. She struggled to force it down and forget the feeling of his hard body pressed against her softer more pliant one.
Maybe she should give him the benefit of the doubt, he might not know the effect he had had on her. He seemed to be a noble stallion and maybe they could..... No she had no time for that sort of thing, and even if they did it only led to getting hurt. The pain from the wound caused so long ago but never fully healed flared in her for a moment, bring her back to Equestria. Yes, she would have to keep an eye on Mounty Max but there could only be a professional relationship between them, she would control herself better in future. With those thoughts running through her she turned towards her duties at the castle but was unable to suppress the unconscious skip in her step as she went.
Mounty Max did not sleep well that night. Maybe it was the strange bed, or the excitement of being in Canterlot, or more likely something else. Whenever he managed to drop off, he was haunted by the feeling of soft pink hair brushing his muzzle and the scent of flowers, and he would awake sweaty and wrapped in his sheets.
It was ridiculous that he was being affected like this. He’d only met her for a few hours and she was a powerful and beautiful noble and, well... he wasn’t; there was no way she would ever feel the same way about him. She was just supposed to be showing him around court like a guide or teacher, not anything more. Unbidden, his mind floated back to Miss Punctuation, the traveling tutor he’d studied under as a foal. He’d been quite smitten with her, and rumours (quite unfounded in the end) among the other older foals that she provided special lessons to certain lucky colts on the cusp of stallionhood didn’t help. She’d been surprisingly understanding when he’d turned up with flowers, but had gently, yet firmly, set him straight on the matter. It had been one of the most awkward and embarrassing moments of his life. He didn’t want to repeat it.
Knowing that he likely had a long day – and night – ahead of him, Max tried to sleep in, but after lying awake for several hours he found himself rising well before noon. Opening the window, he looked out over the city stretching down the mountain below him. It seemed so large; there were so many ponies around, more than he’d seen in his whole life. The streets seemed to throng with them. Earth ponies, unicorns, the air was full of pegasus all hustling and bustling along their way. In a way it made him feel rather small, just one part of this metropolis; in another, he felt a little lonely. So many ponies around, and he knew so few of them. Still, he could change that easily enough.
With further sleep seeming impossible, Max ventured into the bathroom. As he had expected, there were far more grooming products than he was used to, many with strange and foreign sounding names. Picking one more or less at random, he started to lather up his coat. Fragrant had suggested he move to a different hotel, but this one seemed to provide all he needed. He supposed sooner or later he’d need to find somewhere to live permanently in the city, but that would be something for a later date. For today he had other jobs to do; the notes he’d received with his letter of appointment had mentioned he had offices prepared in the castle, so he should probably set up there as soon as possible. Maybe he could also spend some time looking around the city, getting to know the place. He should probably buy some formal clothes as well; he assumed that the court went fully dressed most of the time and he didn’t want to show himself up. After all, he represented all of Nulpar now. Then of course in the evening he would meet up with Fragrant again and she could show him around court… he hoped he wouldn’t embarrass her again; she had been so kind last night, putting up with his eccentricities.
After drying himself off, Max made his way next door and knocked on the door of the room occupied by Mrs Gobhar. To his surprise, there was no answer. He tried again; still no response. Maybe she had already gone to breakfast? It was far later than they would normally start off a morning. He trotted down to the hotel’s restaurant and somewhat to his relief found her sitting there sipping from a cup of tea.
“Ah!” she said. “You're finally up, I was going to check if you were all right. When did you get in last night? Did you do something to tire yourself out?” She winked.
Blushing slightly, Max sat down opposite the old goat. “The court is nocturnal, so most of their business goes on at night. We’re going to have to get used to that.” A waiter sidled up to him and passed Max a menu. He was glad they seemed to serve at all times; he had been afraid he might have missed breakfast. Looking down, he didn’t recognise most of the dishes on offer. He might normally have experimented with something new but he remembered the meal from last night – and the problems it had caused – and decided it was probably better to play it safe for the moment. “Hay bacon, eggs and toast, please,” he said. With a bow the waiter shuffled off.
“You should try the croissants and devilled eggs,” suggested Mrs G. “I’d never eaten them before, but they were wonderful, although the service was a bit slow.”
“I’d prefer something I’m used to. Last night’s meal was a bit of a surprise.”
“How did your date go?”
Max’s blush brightened. Had his infatuation with Fragrant been that obvious? “It was a business meeting, not a date. It was very interesting, she runs a cloud city, you know, and she’s on all sorts of interesting committees,” he gushed.
“I hope you at least walked her home,” teased Mrs G.
“No, she went to court once we finished.”
“Your food, sir,” said the waiter, floating a plate and rack of toast onto the table.
“Thank you,” said Max.
“Quicker service than I got,” mumbled Mrs G.
“Well they’re less busy now,” noted Max, looking around the deserted restaurant as he started on the eggs.
“I suppose so. So what are we going to do today?”
“I think we better try and find our offices in the castle first of all, I’m sure there will be lots to do there. Maybe look around town a bit. I arranged to meet Fragrant again tonight to talk about the court.”
“Your second date already? You work fast, dear.”
“Look, there is nothing between me and Duchess Posey,” said Max firmly. “She is a beautiful, intelligent and witty courtier, whereas I’m a rather scruffy mayor from the furthest corner of Equestria. She has been kind enough to help show me my new duties but nothing beyond that.”
The old goat laid her hoof on top of Max’s. “I’m sorry if I upset you dearie, but you shouldn’t put yourself down. You’re a fine figure of a stallion, I think. I’ve never really seen much in ponies, unlike the second Mr Gobhar,” she muttered darkly.
Max couldn’t help but giggle, and he passed the old goat a slice of toast which she slathered in butter before devouring. It was nice to know there was at least one person in the city he knew.
They sat together in companionable silence while Max finished his breakfast.
The trip to the castle took a little longer than Max had thought. It wasn’t as if they could lose sight of their destination. The grand visage of the royal palace loomed over most of the city, but there didn’t seem to be any direct route to it. All the roads seemed to twist and turn in on themselves, forming a confusing maze. The trip wasn’t helped by Max getting distracted several times by various sights; a few times Mrs G had to drag him out of shops and set him back on the path. By the time they arrived at the castle grounds, it was almost midday, and both were glad they could take cover from the Tyrant’s eye.
The castle was surprisingly quiet. He had expected it to be a constant hive of activity, the beating heart of Equestria. However, although there were various servants and guards moving around purposely, they were nothing compared to the actual size of the structure. He supposed, what with the court being nocturnal, most of them would still be asleep. Max felt a little intimidated as the two of them entered the main gate of the palace; it was at least a dozen times taller than a pony, and wide enough that the same number could walk alongside other through it. Mrs Gobhar didn’t seem as worried as her employer, casually following a body length of so behind him and looking around with some interest.
“Excuse me,” said Max to one of the servants standing off to one side just inside the gate. “I’m Mounty Max, err… Baron Mounty Max now, I suppose. I understand I have an office in the castle?” He held out the letter he had been sent.
“You’ll probably want the directory office, my lord,” said the servant. He pointed to a counter set into a wall a bit further into the palace.
“Thank you,” said Max before hurrying over to the indicated area. It consisted of a glass window with a slot in it, behind which sat an elderly mare wearing a rather elaborate uniform. “Baron Mounty Max,” explained Max. “I’m looking for my office.” He once again passed over his papers. The servant took the documents and looked a little surprised as she flicked through them.
“Excuse me a moment, my lord,” she said and disappeared into a side door for a moment before returning with a large book. She levitated it in front of her and started to flick through the pages. “Mounty Max... Marmoset... Massive... Megan... Montague... Ah, Mounty Max. Here you are sir, sub level 3, Hurricane Tower... Here’s your office’s number.” She scribbled a number on a piece of paper and passed it to Max, who took it in his mouth before placing it into his bags. “If you give me a moment, I can have somepony show you the way.”
“Oh, I don't want to be a bother, I’m sure I can find it myself.”
“If you’re certain...” the servant certainly didn’t sound sure.
“Yes, I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about, I’d like to have a look around.”
The mare frowned, then shrugged. “As you wish. You’ll need to report to the guard first.” She gestured to a group of armoured ponies set up opposite, who had been observing Max as he entered the castle.
“Of course, thank you.” He bowed to the servant, who looked rather shocked for a moment before returning the gesture.
Max trotted over to the guard post and once again presented his papers to a large white coated unicorn stallion who seemed to be in charge. The guard read through the papers a little suspiciously, often stopping to look up at Max and Mrs G. “As this if your first visit and you’re a new member of the court, I’m afraid I’m going to have to carry a full check on you.”
Max’s ear flicked a bit in annoyance; he’d hoped to get an early start on setting up his office. “How long is it going to be?”
“We have most of your details on file…” Max frowned, wondering where they had gotten those from; maybe the rumours of a shadowbolt investigating him had been correct. “...but we have to be thorough, over an hour.”
Max opened his mouth to protest, then shut it; the guard was only doing his job. “Very well, no point in arguing, my friend Arctic always said she hated ponies who argued with the guard.”
“Arctic?” asked another of the guards, pricking his ears up. “Arctic Breeze?”
“Yes,” said Max in surprise. “Do you know her?”
“I went through basic with her, and we were in the same platoon for most of her service. She mustered out a few years ago, something about going home to marry her childhood sweetheart. I never knew she had a heart much less it was sweet,” he grinned.
“He’s called Sunbeam, and they’ve got a foal called Chilly. Her third birthday’s in a few weeks.” He’d have to remember to send a present, maybe a souvenir from Canterlot.
“The foal’s three? Arctic didn’t waste any time, did she?” Max remembered there had been a bit of a fuss about Arctic giving birth only a little more than eleven months after returning home. There had been even more of a fuss about her giving birth at her own wedding reception; it was just as well his mother had been a guest. “I remember she used to spend so much time climbing in the gym. ‘Arctic,’ I told her, ‘You’re a pegasus, why do you need to climb?’ ‘What if I break a wing?’ she said. Always a bit pessimistic but well prepared.”
“She did mention the climbing walls in the gym here. Err, you don’t suppose I could try them myself, do you? It is my mark.” He turned slightly to show his flank.
“Well, they’re supposed to be guard only… but I’m sure we can work something out, ask for Corporal Rock Steady and I’ll see what I can do.”
“Thanks.”
“If you’ve finished, Corporal,” said the first guard pointedly, before turning back to Max. “As I said my lord, we have to carry out a full check to make sure you are who you seem to be and aren't under magical compulsion.”
“Start when you want,” said Max.
The check had taken longer than Max had hoped, but not as long as he’d feared. He had gotten a clean bill quickly, but there had been some problems with the scans carried out on Mrs G to ensure she was not enchanted in any way. Apparently they didn’t have to test many goats and weren’t used to the way their metabolism absorbed magic. Max hadn’t wanted to leave her behind, so he had waited while the officer had had to cast the spell several times, getting more and more frustrated until finally it had worked properly. The guard had seemed to find Mrs G’s placid temperament just as annoying. Still, they were through it all now and had identification spells cast on them to allow them to be identified by the guard, as well as paper passes to allow them access to the parts of the castle they would need.
They had set off into the depths of the castle to find their new office, and after half an hour or so Max was beginning to think he had been a bit hasty rejecting the servants the offer of a guide. The castle was huge; it seemed even larger on the inside than it had looked on the outside. Still, he knew they were in the Hurricane tower by the many statues of Equestria’s founder dotted about the place, and he was fairly sure this was the right floor as well. He checked the note; now he needed to find room sixty one. He trotted down the hall checking for numbers – most of the rooms had name plaques on them instead – he could introduce himself to his neighbours later once he’d settled in.
“Fifty six, fifty nine, sixty one, here we are,” he announced. “Our new home.” He swung the door open to reveal a room little larger than his office back in Sadlzberg. It was dark and there were no windows, and several desks were leaning against the far wall while a collection of chairs, filing cabinets and other furniture filled most of the room.
Mrs G peered in dubiously. “Are you sure this is it? It looks like a broom closet to me. Look!” she pointed at half a dozen brooms and mops leaning against a wall.
Max checked the number on the door again. “No, this is definitely it. They’re probably just here to let us clean out the place before we move in.” Carefully entering the room, he noticed a small pile of magical lanterns and picked one up – it activated at his touch – before hanging it from the ceiling. “See it’s not that bad. It could just use a little cleaning but its cosy, just like home.”
Mrs G still didn’t look convinced. “I wish it had a window. It’d be nice to be able to look out at the city.”
“Me too, but there must be only so much space in the castle, not every room can have a view. I guess a window is something we’d have to work up to. I’m new, so I won’t be getting the best office yet. Given time I’m sure we’ll get the best view in the whole city. Well, apart from Luna’s office.”
Mrs G smiled at his enthusiasm. “I’m sure you will, Max.”
“Right, we better get started. If you don’t mind starting to clean the floor, I’ll see about arranging the furniture.” With a shove, he pushed one of the desks onto its legs; it landed with a loud thud and he started to shove it across the floor with a grunt.
Mrs G watched her boss struggle with the errant office equipment for a moment. “I think you need a hoof there.”
“Don’t worry, *grunt* Mrs G *pant*, I’m sure I’ll get it done,” mumbled Max.
“After that guard spent all that time waving his aon-adharcach in my face, I’m sure I’m strong enough to help.”
Max frowned a little. He knew that goats were able to absorb background magic and use it to boost their strength, but Mrs G was still an old nanny; he didn’t want her to hurt herself. Still, he also knew how pointless it would be arguing with her. “Well, if you insist, but tell me if you want a break.” He put his back into lifting the desk again, hoping to take most of the strain off of his assistant.
Together the two of them managed to shift the two desks into position facing each other across the room, and then lined up half a dozen filing cabinets against one wall. Max thought they looked rather impressive, despite not having anything to put in them yet. By the time the office was starting to look serviceable, the afternoon was drawing on.
“If you want to do some shopping before you meet the Duchess, you better get on with it,” noted Mrs G.
“You’re right, I need to get some formal wear. Do you want to come?” asked Max.
“I think I’ll stay here. I can settle in and maybe look for somewhere to get something to eat,” said Mrs G, stretching out on her new chair. “I’ve never really seen the point of clothes, it’s not like your coat doesn’t keep you warm enough.”
“It’s more the look of the thing, Mrs G. I’m sure most of the court wear clothes all the time – it shows how important they are.”
“Well if you think it’s that important, then you better go and get something.”
“Okay, see you soon,” said Max waving a hoof as he left the new office.
The sun was beginning to dip as Max made his way through the teeming streets of Canterlot. His time was short but he couldn’t stop himself from browsing as he went. There was such a wide range of things to buy! Although the few shops in Sadlzberg provided most things a pony needed, the range of luxuries was low, and most had to be especially imported. Here there were shops for everything! Musical instruments, clothes, exotic foods, books, everything! Prices were mostly higher than he expected but not exorbitantly so – some were actually cheaper than he would pay in Nulpar. The shops even seemed to open almost 24 hours a day, presumably so they could both serve the nocturnal night court and the more normal schedules of those not native to the city.
Max’s first stop had been to purchase a map and tourist guide to the city; at least it should help him to find his way around. Then he had filled up his saddlebags with stationary. He guessed he would need a good number of quills and paper in his new role. Next he browsed a second hoof book store, where he found an old book entitled ‘The Rights and Responsibilities of the Nobility of the Night Court’ which he thought might be useful. Finally he actually got around to his primary objective, clothes. He found himself staring into the window of a store called ‘The Clothes Horse’ which seemed quite fancy; the windows were mostly full of dresses although one or two suits were present as well. It was odd, he thought, how mares seemed to wear such a wider range of clothes than stallions. Not that it was all bad; he remembered the red dress Fragrant had been wearing last night, and it had made her look stunning. A flash of red brought him out of his revelry. For a moment he thought it might be Fragrant again, but he realised he was mistaken; it was one of the costumes on display. It looked good, he thought.
Ten minutes later, he was out of the shop with a heavy bag gripped in his teeth. The outfit was more expensive than he’d hoped, but it had called to him, and he hoped Fragrant would approve. He checked the time; he had about two hours until he was due to meet the Duchess. Barely enough time to wash and change before returning to the castle. He broke into a gallop as he weaved his way through the crowds to his hotel.
Max turned this way and that, admiring himself in the mirror. He thought his new clothes made him look very dashing. The red coat was thick and practical, so it would keep out the winter chill, and the buttons and black and gold trimmings looked a little military to him. The black breeches and boots likewise made him look very formal and official. However, it was the hat that completed the outfit in his eyes. He normally felt a bit uneasy about ponies in hats; the lack of body language from their ears always made him feel as though they were hiding something. The brown felt stetson avoided this problem by having holes cut for those organs. Maybe his ears would get a little cold, but it would be clear what he was thinking. He hoped Fragrant would be suitably impressed.
Turning for the door, he hurried back up the mountain towards the castle.
“I’m back, Mrs G,” called Max as he entered their small office. He looked around, “You’ve done a good job here.” The room had been transformed; the desks and cabinets were polished and the other clutter had been lumped in a corner where it drew less attention. A few more lamps had been set up so the place was brightly lit.
“Hum?” said the old goat, looking up from a newspaper. “Oh it didn’t take too long. I had a little look around the castle as well. I found a nice young thing to help me, very energetic she was, she got me this.” She pointed at the paper in front of her. “It’s surprising what gets printed about the other nobles.”
“I’ll have a look at it later. Fragrant should be here soon.” He sat at his desk, enjoying the feel of it. In fact, just as he mentioned her name, his ears pricked up as he thought he heard the sound of her voice in the corridor outside.
Jumping up, Max weaving around the desks and rushing over to the door, he threw it open to reveal the Duchess and a thin blue pegasus stallion just about to walk past. The Duchess was once again fully dressed, this time in a sombre black dress stretched tightly over her form; it seemed quite stark to Max, almost funeral. “Duchess Posey!” he called before dashing over to her; he came to a sudden halt a few feet from the mare and gingerly held out a hoof in greeting. Posey twitched; for a single crazy moment Max thought she might embrace him like he had her last night, but then she shook her head and took his offered hoof.
“Good to see you again, Baron Max,” she said. “That is a rather impressive ensemble.”
Max couldn’t help a wide grin settling over his features. “Do you like it? I just bought it.”
“I think it looks quite… formal,” she used a wing to brush a speck of lint from the jacket and Max tried to suppress a shudder at her feathery touch. “I hope your day has gone well so far.”
“Oh yes, I’ve been settling in.”
She gestured to her companion. “This is Notebook, my personal assistant. I thought he could discuss his role with your assistant while I show you around court.” The stallion bowed stiffly.
“I’m sure your servant will pick up her duties quickly,” he said formally.
Max frowned slightly at the assistant’s choice of words, but put them aside for the moment and led Notebook and Fragrant into his office before gesturing around the room. “Here we are, home sweet home as it were.”
Fragrant scowled slightly. She realised that as the most junior member of the court Max would likely get a subpar office, but this was worse than she’d imagined. She would have to do something about this later.
“Excuse me my lord,” said Notebook. He paused for a moment apparently choosing his words carefully. “Why are you setting your office up in a storage room?”
“Yes my lord, I know the layout of this area. Each floor has a number of offices and a storage room to keep any unused furniture and the like. This is the storage room.”
“Are you sure? I was given this room’s number.” Max passed the stallion the note the servant at the door had given him. Notebook stared at it for a moment before turning it around. “I believe you have been allocated room nineteen, not sixty one.”
“Oh,” said Max his face colouring at his mistake.
The main part of room nineteen, it turned out, wasn’t much larger than the storage room. Unlike the storage room, however, it was completely unfurnished apart from a large pile of letters and forms which had built up to almost a pony’s height just inside the door. Max looked at them and sighed before deciding to investigate the rest of the room first. There were two more doors behind which any sort of treasure could await. He tried the first, which led into an even smaller and also empty room.
“That is normally used to store records,” noted Notebook.
One more door to try, thought Max and he opened it. Beyond was another room, also empty, maybe a fraction smaller than the first; the only difference was a small window looking out through the rock of the Canterhorn itself onto the surrounding area.
“You can have this part Mrs G,” offered Max. “You said you’d like a view.” Notebook’s eyebrows shot up.
“Don’t be silly, dearie,” said Mrs G. “This is clearly the noble’s office, I need to be near the entrance if I’m going to be your secretary.”
“If you’re sure?”
“Yes.”
“Right, I guess we need to move all that furniture into this office, then. It shouldn’t take too long. Then I better look at those letters.”
Fragrant cleared her throat. “I’m sure that Notebook will help Mrs Gobhar set up your office. He can show her how to arrange for furniture transportation, order stationary and the like.”
“Oh, we don’t need to worry about stationary, I bought some earlier.” He opened up his saddlebags to show her.
“You bought this yourself?” Fragrant sounded astonished and rubbed her face with a hoof. “You haven't used this to write anything official, have you?”
“Err, no, I haven't had anything to write yet. Did I do something wrong?”
“Good. There is very specific paper that must be used for all Night Court work and our agreement with the ink manufacturers is also very specific; all night court documentation must be written using a standard ink or we are in breach of contract. Even ink is a very serious business here, Baron Max.”
“I... I’m sorry... I didn’t know...” stuttered Max.
Fragrant sighed, “No harm done, it just shows how useful Notebook and I can be. Now if you would follow me I’ll show you to the court chambers. Not many outside of the court get to see them. I’m afraid I only have a few hours free to spend with you. I will be busy for most of the second half of the night.”
“Hang on, I am part of the court. Aren't I?” asked Max, sounding a little unsure.
“Well, actually, at this point your position is a little… transitional.”
“Did somepony make a mistake?” Max had always thought that there must be many others better suited for the position at court. Maybe he’d been right?
“No, it is just that the official timings were a little off,” said Fragrant kindly, as she noticed the flash of panic over his face. “You see, you have already been granted your position as Lord of Nulpar, but until you are formally ennobled by Luna next week, you are not technically part of the court, so you do not yet have voting rights or the other trappings of your rank. You should not really be here.”
“Oh, so should I come back next week?”
“No, of course not. I have formally recorded you as my guest, in the same way as various courtiers and members of the press are allowed access to the court. I have officially taken responsibility for you.”
“Oh, thank you, you really don’t have to go to all this trouble,” said Max with a grin.
“You are most welcome, Baron Max,” said Fragrant, her wings fluffing up a little. His gratitude brought a certain warmth to her belly. “Now, if you would follow me, I will show you around the court. If you have any questions just ask.”
“You’ll be all right with Mr Notebook?” said Max to Mrs G.
“I’m sure I’ll be fine, have fun,” she replied, waving a hoof.
“Thank you again for spending this time with me,” said Max and he and Fragrant left the office.
“It is my pleas… honour to be able to help you, Max,” replied Fragrant.
Inside the office, Notebook and Mrs Gobhar stood staring at each other for a moment. Then the blue stallion’s posture relaxed and he dragged Max’s chair over to sit in front of the old nanny. “So. How’s yours?” he asked conspiratorially. “Mine’s alright but she can be a right bitch sometimes.”
“Wow!” said Max, looking around. “This is really the court chamber itself! It’s magnificent!”
Fragrant had led him through the more crowded halls of the castle and into her personal booth overlooking the large chamber where proposals were put before the court. It was minimally but comfortably furnished. The only ostentatious point was the chair made of clouds that Fragrant had perched on, tucking her legs daintily underneath herself. It had been a present from her brother for her last birthday, the first in a new line of product for his factories.
“I suppose it is,” she said a little uncertainly. After almost two decades of service to the court, this room was just a standard part of her life. “There is nothing of importance taking place at this time, so few of the court are present.” She pointed out the few other ponies sitting in boxes or in the seat below.
“Where do I sit?” he asked, craning his neck out of the box. Fragrant stretched out a hoof to steady him as it looked like he would topple out; that would be rather difficult to explain to the princess, although she had heard that a spell had been cast on the chamber to stop such accidents after a number of suspicious incidents a few hundred years ago. For a moment she admired the movement of muscles underneath her hoof before snatching the limb back as if burnt.
“Umm… as one of the junior members of the court I am afraid you don’t have a specific seat. You take a place on the ground level seating,” she gestured down. “Most likely near the back, unless you turn up very early or employ a seat warmer.”
“A what?”
“Them,” she said, pointing at a number of ponies sitting in the seats below. Many were reading books and most looked bored. “Servants specifically employed to reserve a seat for their master. On important days, competition for good seats can be very strong. Hoof fights have been known to break out,” she said with a gentle smile.
Max wasn’t sure if she was joking or not. “Where does her majesty sit?” he asked.
Fragrant pointed with a wing to one of the boxes near the top of the chamber; it was slightly larger than the others and was closed off with dark blue curtains. “That is her box. Although she may intervene on any session, she normally only appears in person at the most important decisions. Although theoretically the court exists to advise her, she doesn’t actually have to follow any of our decisions. In reality she normally abides by the vote of the court, although disagreement is hardly unknown. Usually if that is the case she returns the decision back to the court to debate further rather than just overruling us.”
“Huh. I thought she would always be in court.”
“If she did that she’d never have any time to actually get anything done. Most decisions are brought before her after the vote for her stamp. Although the curtains are so that nopony ever knows if she is there or not. Most of the committee rooms have similar boxes for the same reason. I’ve also heard she can use magic to make copies of herself so she can be at court and carrying out other duties at the same time, although I’ve never seen two of her at once.” She moved slightly closer to Max. “I’ve also heard that she sometimes goes about the palace disguised as a guard or page just to keep everypony sharp.”
Max thought of courtiers he’d seen around the court. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that; it felt nice to think that the Princess was always around, listening to the fears of her little ponies, but also it seemed a little sinister – a breach of privacy, almost.
Fragrant noticed Max’s disquiet. “But that is only a rumour. Now, several members of the court act as Luna’s personal advisors on certain subjects, they are the head of the various ministries. There is a meeting of the ministry heads about once a week to advise Luna or any change to her realm. It is common for the most powerful ponies to be ministers; each of the Viceroys hold at least one ministership, although it is not unknown for lesser lights to hold seats. The number of ministries change over time, and may merge; I,” she preened slightly, “Am the minister of weather; it used to be part of the ministry of the interior but my mother made sure it became a full ministry during her time at court. As my family runs the largest weather factories in Equestria it only made sense for us to be appointed the role,” she said with a smile. “I am responsible for detecting and dealing with any rogue weather, ensuring that weather is provided to all government property as well as to the uninhabited parts of Equestria, and the licensing of weather personal and companies.”
It made sense to Max. After all, his own advisor on weather back in Sadlz.. in Nulpar was the weather chief. He liked to hear Fragrant speak so passionately on her specialist subject, and the smile looked good on her. “So you get to meet the Princess each week?”
“Most weeks, yes. It is not like I talk to her in length often but I report to her.”
“What’s she like?”
Fragrant thought for a moment. “She is kind and surprisingly youthful, and maybe a little sad behind it all. It is hard to explain. I think we often do not meet the standards she expects but instead of blaming us, she blames herself.” She stared into the distance for a moment before shaking herself. “Still, you will get to speak to her yourself next week at your ceremony.”
“Yes, about that…”
“We can talk about that later,” said Fragrant, cutting off Max. “Now where were we? Ah yes, the ministries. In addition to the ministers themselves, there are of course many many ponies working for the ministries. However, one of the greatest powers of the ministries is the formation and control of the various committees. That is where the real power of the government lies. Committees are where most of the legislation is worked out; being part of the right committee gives you control over that legislation, control which can be bartered with other courtiers for influence and favours in their committees. I myself, in addition to my role as the weather minister, also serve on several weather related committees as well as disaster relief, foreign trade, health and education.”
“That sounds like a lot, are you sure you have the time to show me around?”
“I have a substantial staff to help me with most of it, and some of the committees only meet once a month. Still, I am normally quite busy and free time can be rather precious, but I am happy to spend it with you, Baron Max,” she said graciously, a slight flush rising on her cheeks.
“I am really glad, you’re helping me a lot. I don’t think I’d understand half of this without help. How do I get on these committees?”
“When they are formed, the minister and other high ranked nobles provide a list of candidates, and the princess decides the final composition. Their composition also changes over time based on resignation and promotions.”
“So the nobles with the most appropriate skills get into the roles?” He nodded in understanding.
Fragrant paused for a moment. He seemed so naive; she didn’t want to be the one to burst his bubble, it would be like kicking a puppy. “Generally yes, there is also a fair amount of favour trading. It is likely you will have to start on the smaller, less powerful committees. They normally have a lot of paperwork and no great prestige, but things like sewage control and zoning can be very useful given a decade or so’s work.”
“A decade? That sounds like a long time.”
“Everypony have to pay their dues, Max, although in some cases the dues were paid by their ancestors. Some new members can step into their parent’s shoes. You don’t have an heir, do you?” she asked cautiously.
“Hum? Err, no… I never really found the time or the right mare. Well, there was somepony but it didn’t work out. Yourself?”
“I am without child.” A brief flicker of pain passed over her face. “My brother or one of his children will inherit my role when I step down.” She shook herself. “But that will likely not be for many years. Now, Max, is there any particular interests you have, any bills you would be interested in submitting?”
“Well, I’ve been working on transport issues in Nulpar. I want to try and get us connected up to the railway but no company is interested in building the track, let alone actually running the line. They want a guaranteed income, and until the track is completed there won't be any, so basically no track without there being track, it’s a bit frustrating. I’m hoping to create some sort of subsidy to pay for the new track laying, or at least make it cheaper. Nulpar can’t be the only province to have that problem.”
“That seems reasonable. It may take some time but within a few years you may well be able to arrange for a vote on such a motion, likely attached to another bill.”
“A few years?” His face fell. “I was hoping to at least get a start this year.”
“That is unlikely, I am afraid, Max. It is almost unknown for a first year member of the court to make such a legislation change, even if you were inheriting a high position.”
“Well, the court hasn’t known Baron Mounty Max of Nulpar yet,” he announced, putting a hoof on the edge of the box and striking a pose.
Fragrant hid a giggle with a hoof. For a moment she really did believe that her strange guest could manage the impossible. “We shall see, Baron Max. We shall see.” She checked the clock. “Now I have an hour or so left free, so I think we should get something to eat and it would be a good time to show you some of the other court members.”
Fragrant explained to Max that there were several kitchens throughout the castle that provided food 24 hours a day to its various residents, from the lowest cleaner to Luna herself. Many nobles preferred to eat in their offices and some even had their own chefs on staff, but the major source of food for most of the courtiers while the court was actually meeting was ‘The banqueting hall’ as it was called (even though it actually wasn’t). The canteen was helpfully placed not far from the court chamber and within easy reach of most of the court’s offices. (Max noted that his office was quite some distance away.) This position meant that a large number of courtiers passed through it even if they didn’t stop to eat, so Fragrant decided it was a fine place for them to stop and pony watch.
“I am sorry I had to leave so suddenly last night,” said Fragrant, carefully lapping at a bowl of soup. “I recalled a prior engagement,” she lied, struggling for a moment to control her wings and tail at the recollection of the feel of Max pressed against her. “I will of course reimburse you for the cost.”
“Don’t even think about it,” said Max, sipping his water. He wasn’t taking any chances with wine today. He wanted to remain fully in charge of his facilities; no chance of embarrassing himself and Fragrant again. “Think of it as payment for your time in showing me around.”
Fragrant smiled. “That is very nice of you, but I’m afraid steps must be made to avoid the appearance of bribery. Any such payment must be recorded. I will take care of the matter. Now where was I? Ah yes, the thing to remember about the court is that it is made up of individuals. No two ponies will vote quite the same; however, there are certain groups that tend to vote in blocks, either because they have an alliance or because they have similar beliefs. Take Count Hardup. I have never known him to vote differently from Archduke Fisher on any matter of importance. They have a very strong alliance; I believe they even share blood somewhere in their ancestry.”
Max bit into his sandwich and wished he’d brought a notebook; he wasn’t sure he was going to be able to remember all of this.
“Now there could be said to be two overarching groups within the court, the conservatives and the radicals. Conservatives want to keep things more or less the same or at least minimise chance, whereas the radicals want to shake things up. It is a bit simplistic – many ponies will be conservative on some topics and radical on others – but it will do for our purposes. The conservatives tend to be the older and more powerful parts of the court; if the current system tends to work for them they won't want to change things.”
“My ears are burning,” an elderly green earth pony stallion piped up as he approached them followed by a much younger lime green mare.
Fragrant smiled. “Ah, this is Baron Fields, one of the conservatives I was telling you about.” She gestured for the old pony to sit and the young mare moved to help him before he gently batted her away.
“Ah, you must be the new fella, Minty isn’t it?”
“It’s Mounty father, Mounty Max,” whispered the mare demurely her voice like silk.
“That’s what I said Mounty Mix.”
Max got up and pulled out a chair for the mare so she could sit. Both Fragrant and Field’s eyes narrowed a little.
“This is my daughter Buttercup,” said Baron Fields. “I’m sorry I couldn’t meet you at the station last night, something came up.”
“That’s all right, I was rather late,” said Max.
“Anyway, now what fool ideas has Fragrant been filling your head with?”
“She’s been telling me about the different factions in the court, Sir,” said Max politely.
“Telling you about how us conservatives are all old fossils grasping for all the power we can get our hooves on, did she? There’s many who’d lump her into that category as well, you know. Anyway, it’s just that many of us more senior members of the court are old enough to know the things that didn’t work the last time we tried them. Experience is a good, if harsh teacher. Take your cloud export bill, Duchess. I remember your mother trying something similar, must be forty years ago now. It was a disaster – not only did it drive up the prices in Equestria and almost lead to a drought, but you never could get the things to stay together long enough to get to where they were supposed to be going. You had to export two clouds for every one you sold, it was such a waste.”
“I can assure you that there have been big improvements in cloud transportation technology in the last decade; at most there would be a 20% loss and we have plenty of spare capacity in the latest generation of cloud factory,” said Fragrant her wings rising in annoyance.
“Oh, your fancy new gizmos. Have you tested all this before you give away all of our water?” he demanded, slamming his cane on the ground.
Max looked back and forth between the two angry ponies, wondering what to do. Buttercup put a hoof on his. “Don’t worry,” she said quietly. “They’re friends really, they just get a little passionate about some things.”
Looking away from Fragrant and Rolling, Max looked around the other diners. To his surprise, although many of them were fully clothed, a fair number were minimally dressed or even naked. He must have been wrong about his idea of them being constantly dressed. His attention was drawn to an elderly pegasus mare with her mane done up in a beehive and wearing a fantastically elaborate dress, making her way through the crowded room like a tall ship at sail. The crowds parted in front of her and a herd of nobles desperately tried to follow her. “Who is that?” he asked.
Fragrant looked to where he was pointing. “That is Vicereine Puissance, minister of Finance.” She sounded surprised. “Nulpar must be really out of touch if you do not know who she is, she is the only current noble to hold two full provinces.”
Max looked a little shame faced.
“I’ve been here long enough to remember when she could raise more votes with a wink of her eye and a shake of her flank than with a debate,” said Rolling. “She could raise more than just votes if you know what I mean.” He elbowed Max in the ribs. “There’s a reason she and her husbands had seven foals.” He sighed. “That shows how old I am. Still, she’s a good mare, maybe a bit grasping but she runs the economy well, cut back on the fat and makes sure that these newcomers don’t drive us all into bankruptcy with their new ideas.”
“The newcomers that he mentions are the more radical sections of the court. They do tend to be the newer members of the court, such as Viscount Blueblood or Count Greengrass. They are often trying to make a name for themselves, for good or bad.”
“They say that everypony arrives at court a radical but leaves a conservative. Still, Blueblood is a nice enough chap. I knew his father, Baron. Oh, he’s a bit wild, lets the power go to his head, but so did his father. I’m sure he’ll settle down in a few years, probably just needs to find the right mare. And it’s Greenmeadow, not Greengrass. He’s a good fellow as well, I certainly wouldn’t call him a radical. Greengrass is his son, he can’t be more than ten, not even got his mark yet, certainly not old enough for court but I’m sure he’ll take after his father.”
A look of deep sadness passed over Fragrant’s face. “Of course, how silly of me,” she muttered.
“Anyway, I can’t spend all day here chatting, I’ve got things to do. If you ever want to chat to someone about the court, my door is always open, Mix,” he said holding his hoof out to Max.
“Thank you sir,” he said politely, gently shaking the offered limb.
Leaning heavily on his daughter, the old stallion staggered away.
Fragrant sighed. “It’s sad to see him like that. He was a friend of my mother, I remember spending a summer at his estate. He taught me how to grow flowers. I wish he’d retire, just spend his time with those flowers… sooner or later he’s going to make some serious mistake and that’s all he’s going to be remembered for, not all the time he spent working for the good of Equestria. I wonder if that will be my fate as well.” She looked so desolate in that moment that Max wanted to reach out and hug all the sadness out of her, regardless of the consequences, but he controlled himself and gently rested a hoof on her own. She jumped slightly. “My apologies, I am feeling a little maudlin today. Now where were we?”
“Um, conservatives and radicals?”
“Oh yes. Of course, on top of that divide there are various other factions – the technocrats for example. They consider themselves a practical bunch, asking if something works rather than if it is new or not. Many are captains of industry trying to move Equestria forwards into a new golden age, and I have to say I don’t entirely disagree, but I say you also have to think about what the changes will do to the people. Greater automation for the weather factories would be good for production, but a lot of my ponies would lose their jobs if we did that.” She scanned the crowds and saw a stallion sitting by himself. “That is Archduke Bobbing Fisher of Rushia, minister of Defence and also of Technology, he’s very important in the technocrats. I find him a rather… intense individual, but he is very good at his job. I would suggest staying on his good side, he is after all your neighbour as Rushia borders Nulpar. If you are looking to modernise your province, they might be a good group to support. They do include the owners of several large train companies.”
“What group do you support?” asked Max.
“Well, I used to think I was more of an idealist, trying to think if a decision was right rather than if it would work, but, well, what is right is often not very easy and maybe even not very possible. Even if you do get it done you might get punished for it.” She looked a little bitter. “Nowadays I’d say I was a more moderate conservative and somewhat of a technocrat. Still, as I said, ponies don’t fit into neat boxes, we’re all different. You, Max, as a newcomer to the court should be a radical, and I don’t doubt you are, but you also seem to be an idealist whereas your transport plan would place you with the Technocrats.”
Max nodded and then yawned mightily.
“I am sorry if I’m boring you, Baron Max,” said Fragrant with a raised eyebrow.
“No! It’s just that I’m still getting used to the courts hours.”
“Well, I am afraid that I will be busy for the rest of the night,” said Fragrant. “So if you want, you can get some sleep. I recommend catching up on your sleep whenever possible – you can be called to court at any time even during the middle of the day, so it is important to stay sharp. Or you can go back to setting up your office, I’m sure Notebook has everything well in hoof by now.”
“What will you be doing, anything interesting?”
“Hardly, it is a trial of a sort.”
“Trial? Who’s being put on trial?”
“I am,” she said matter of factually. “I am being put on trial for treason.”
“On trial for treason?” asked Max in astonishment. He couldn’t believe his ears.
“Well, it is not technically a trial, more an inquest into my actions during the longest day, when Corona returned. The preliminary hearing is today.”
Could it be that Fragrant had in some way collaborated with Corona? thought Max. That couldn’t be possible. “What did you do?”
Fragrant cocked her head to one side. “You really don’t know? It was in all the papers.”
“Well, we normally don’t get them in Nulpar until a few days after they’re published, and with all the chaos we missed a week or so.” Max rubbed the back of his head awkwardly.
“Ah, well, with the Princess missing and most of the court trapped in Canterlot I was one of the few court members free. I was visiting family at the time. I took it upon myself to take command of the rest of the country to provide stability and minimise panic.”
Max thought for a moment, and then his jaw dropped. “You ruled Equestria!”
“Only in a very technical way and for less than a day.” She seemed a little embarrassed at her actions. “I renounced all additional power once Corona was defeated by the elements and Luna returned.”
Max grinned. “Wow! I didn’t know I was talking to a princess, your Majesty.”
“I am glad you find the matter humorous, but unfortunately there are others in the court that believe my actions to have been incorrect and in fact even illegal – treasonous. Hence the inquiry. Today is the first of no doubt many meetings, so I fear you will not see much of me for the next few months. I am likely to be very busy.”
Max felt an unexpected stab of pain at her announcement. He had been enjoying her company and now he wouldn't see her anymore. “Surely you just have to explain why you did what you did. It sounds like you had Equestria’s best interests at heart. It won’t take that long, will it?”
“Thank you Max, Unfortunately inquests such as this can be very long winded and bureaucratic – several months can be positively quick in comparison. Not all the court feel the same way as you about my innocence, and it is right that my actions are reviewed, so that others do not follow in my hoofsteps. We would not want a repeat of the Quick Fix incident.”
Max wasn’t sure what she was talking about, but he put it aside for the moment. “Is there anything I can do to help you?”
She gave a little chuckle. “Thank you, but I fear there is little you can do.”
“Could I at least provide moral support? Plus just being there would give me experience of how an inquest works.”
Fragrant looked thoughtful for a moment. “The inquest is being held in open session. There will be various members of the,” she shuddered and made a face, “Press there. As well as other interested parties. I doubt it will be very interesting, but if you want I may be able to arrange for you to watch the proceedings. Your current position may make it difficult, but I can talk to the court secretary about it.”
“Thank you,” said Max.
“No thank you, it is nice to have someone else in my corner, as it were.” She gave a genuine smile and Max felt a flush pass through him.
“Wait here,” she said standing, “I should be back soon.” With that she casually walked away. Max watched her go, noting the sway of her hips under the tight fabric of her dress, then turned away, aware he was staring. Internally, he slapped himself. He had to stop doing that, he was acting creepily towards his only real friend here at court.
He looked around the room again. It was starting to fill up with various nobles and their staff.
“Do you mind if I sit here?” came a voice to one side.
Max turned to face a new pony, a short brown stallion with a rather livid red mane and a plate of sandwiches resting on his back. “Oh,” said Max. “Of course not, help yourself.”
“Thanks, I don’t think I’ve seen you around before?”
“I’m Mounty Max... Baron Mounty Max. I’m new.”
“Oh yes, I heard you were arriving soon. It’ll be nice to not be considered the new guy any more, I’ve only been around for a few years myself. I’m Count Greengrass, by the way, and this is my assistant Notary.” He gestured to a white mare standing next to him. Max blinked. Had she always been there? He hopped off his chair and pulled out a seat for her. She looked at him strangely for a moment then murmured her thanks and sat down.
Max thought he’d heard the name Greengrass somewhere recently. “Oh, I was told you were younger.”
“Younger?” Greengrass looked confused. “That’s hardly likely, I’m already one of the youngest members of the court. Most expect me to be older.”
“Sorry, it was something Baron Fields said to me.”
“Ah, yes, Fields does get a little confused about that sort of thing. A fine fellow but his mind isn’t what it used to be.” He waved his hoof in a circle next to his head.
“Oh,” said Max, his ears drooping.
“So what are your thoughts of the old place so far?”
“It’s very grand, I’ve got a lot of things to learn but Fragrant has been very understanding.”
“Duchess Posey, an excellent mentor. It is a shame she’s likely to be so busy, but I’m sure you’ll have no problem to find someone else to show you the ropes. If you do want a hoof, you can ask me. We new colts should stick together.”
“Well, there is something I hoped to talk to Fragrant about, relating to my ennobling ceremony next week.”
“Yes?” said Greengrass, leaning forward.
“Well, I’ve done some reading about it.” Max brought out a battered book and showed it to his companion. Greengrass laid it out on the table in front of him, and noted that it was over a hundred years old. “I was wondering about the Vigil, it says it optional but do most ponies do it?”
“Vigil?” asked Greengrass.
“A ceremony carried out prior to the ennobling ceremony, my Lord,” said Notary. “The noble to be spends the day before the ceremony meditating on his coming role, to prove his character. It is said that the most worthy would be blessed with visions of their future role and might even be visited by the Princess.”
“Oh, that Vigil. Well,” said Greengrass, looking thoughtful, “It’s not universal but many of the better court members do it.”
“Ah, thanks, I’ll have to get ready for it then,” said Max. “One other thing, the private meeting with the Princess after the ceremony, it says I can bring a guest to speak to her, can it really be anypony?”
Greengrass smiled widely, “Oh yes, most bring family and I think Baroness Cat’ady even brought one of her pets, but she’s a bit strange. It’s actually a good way for a new court member to get a hoof in the door as it were, a chance to get somepony to owe you a favour or two. There are any number of important ponies who’d pay quite a bit to get a chance to talk to the Princess even for just a few minutes. If you don’t have anypony in mind, I might have a few suggestions.”
However, Max didn’t seem to be paying any attention. “Is there a telegraph station near I could use?” he asked.
“Canterlot itself has eleven public stations, though they can be rather costly. But for official business the castle has a free link,” said Notary. “It is not too far in that direction,” she said, pointing towards a door.
“Thanks,” said Max, standing to leave. “If you don’t mind, could you tell Fragrant that I should be back in a few minutes?”
“Not a problem,” said Greengrass. “But what are you doing?”
“I think I know who I’m going to invite to see the Princess,” said Max as he ran off.
“Notary,” said Greengrass, a touch of worry in his voice, “Why did you tell him about the telegraph in the castle? Now we may have lost our chance to influence his choice.”
The white mare gave a small smile. “Going by the schedule the castle telegraph is currently closed for maintenance, and will be for at least the next two hours. The new Baron will not be able to send a message.”
“And meanwhile we can explain to Posey that he had to dash off somewhere, then we can spend all morning with our new friend putting ideas in his head,” continued Greengrass. “Whatever would I do without you, Notary?”
“Let us hope you never have to find out my Lord,” she said demurely. “However, I thought we were planning to just get a feel of the court's newest member rather than starting a game with him.”
“I know, but it was just too easy, pulling out your seat.” Notary shifted a little uncomfortably. It had been nice to be treated like a mare, rather than a piece of office equipment. “The vigil, his outfit, it’s like he’s begging me to mess with him. Wherever did Luna find him? Maybe I should at least do him a favour and point him in the direction of a decent tailor.”
Max galloped down the corridor towards the official telegraph station, weaving between servants as he went. Then a thought hit him and he screeched to a halt. His message was certainly important; there would only just be enough time for his guest in Nulpar to receive the message (and then only if Piste was still sticking to his normal schedule when collecting messages for all of Nulpar) and make their way here. But was it really an official correspondence? He didn’t think so; it was personal, so he had no business using the castle facilities. He might delay something important.
Spinning around, he rushed at full speed towards the front gates of the castle, and more by luck that judgement he reached them in only a few minutes. “Where is the nearest public telegraph?” he asked a servant.
“Stallion Street,” came the reply. “It’s a tier down and then left off Castle Way, then right, then right again, my Lord.”
With a quick cry of thanks, Max set off, trying to read his map and run at the same time. The street ahead was much more crowded now in the middle of the night than it had been earlier, and he had to struggle against the mob of ponies. This could take forever! he thought, glancing around and consulting his map again. The post office was actually only a few hundred feet away, but it was on the tier below him, dozens of feet down. A smile spread across his face. That shouldn’t be a problem, he thought.
“I’m afraid Baron Max just rushed off,” said Greengrass, trying to look sincere. “I guess something must have come up.”
Fragrant frowned. She didn’t trust the shorter stallion; in fact she found him a little creepy, the way his smile never quite reached his eyes, but Max was not here and she had to appear before the tribunal in only a few minutes, so she could not wait any longer or she would be held in contempt. She couldn’t imagine what had caused him to disappear after she had put so much effort in on his behalf; it was surprisingly painful, and she sagged slightly. She suspected Greengrass might have had a hoof in it but she had no evidence. “Very well then...” she began.
“Fragrant! Fragrant!” came a cry from across the room. Her ears shot up, and she and many of the other ponies around looked up to see Max skid across the floor and come to a stop just in front of her. His new costume was lightly speckled with dust and he was panting.
Fragrant tried to force down her unexpected joy that he had not abandoned her. “Calm down, Baron Max. In public, a noble must always maintain decorum.” She looked him up and down for a moment, trying to hide how attractive the slight flush to his face and the sheen of sweat on his brow made him seem. She couldn’t stop herself from brushing the worst of the dirt off him with her wings.
“I’m sorry about that, I had an important message to send, but I’m all done now.”
Greengrass’s jaw dropped in surprise. Even Notary looked shocked. “Very well. I have talked to the court secretary and he has agreed that you can observe the proceedings of the inquest. If you come with me I will show you where you need to go. However, later we can talk about your timekeeping.”
Max nodded and quickly turned to Greengrass. “Thanks for passing on my message, I owe you one,” he said.
“No problem,” stuttered Greengrass, blinking several times.
Fragrant led Max down several corridors to the inquest room. “You should go in there and take a seat,” she said, pointing to a small door. “I need to go in via another entrance.” Now that she was here, despite her careful plans, she felt butterflies start to multiply in her stomach. There were many things that could still go wrong.
Max picked up on her mounting apprehension. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I’m sure everypony will see that what you did was totally justified.” He slowly, tentatively raised an arm and when she did not object placed it around her shoulder. The same as last night, she felt herself weaken and leant her weight against the stallion for a moment. Feeling his heart beating strongly through their clothes, she let her eyes close.
“Thank you,” she breathed before pulling away, feeling strength and resolve flow through her again. “I appreciate that.”
They stood staring at each other for a moment. “We should be going now,” noted Fragrant.
“Oh, um, yes. This door right?” said Max, pointing at the only door present.
“Yes. Now remember, you are just an observer, you are not allowed to speak or take any part in the actual proceedings,” said Fragrant with a smile.
“Got it,” said Max and gave a small wave before opening the door and stepping into the room. Fragrant watched him go, then turned and walked resolutely – and with a slight skip in her step – towards her entrance to the inquiry room.
Max gazed around the room he had just entered. It was large, not a big as the main court chamber but still enough to hold several hundred ponies, although it wasn’t full. At the far end was a semi-circular table, around which sat about half a dozen ponies. In front of that was a long bench with a few ponies sitting on it. Tiered seating rose up the walls; covering part of it were various noble ponies, most of whom he did not know. He recognised both Fisher and Puissance sitting at the top tier of seating on opposite sides, along with a few other presumably very important ponies. Behind the rest of the seating, cordoned off from the rest of the chamber, were rather less grand seats, mostly filled with a mix of visitors including several ponies carrying notebooks. Scattered around were a few servants and a number of guards who turned to him as he entered, but presumably decided he should be here and relaxed. Above him, attached to the wall at the very back of the room, was a box with dark blue curtains hiding its contents. Looking around the crowd, he recognised Baron Fields and Buttercup among those seated. Glad to see a familiar face, he shuffled over, trying to make as little noise as possible.
“Can I sit here?” he whispered, pointing to the seat next to Buttercup.
The mare smiled up at him. “Of course you can,” she said in her silky voice, shuffling up slightly.
“Ah, Mix my boy,” said Rolling. “Of course, sit down. Are you here for the show as well?”
“I suppose so,” said Max uncertainly as he removed his hat and sat down. Did the old pony actually think this was a play or something?
“I do so like these inquiries. They can get quite heated sometimes.”
“Oh, I’m here to support Fragrant.”
“Ah, I don’t doubt Duchess Posey will be found quite innocent… it just may take a few months to prove it. You see that mare there?” He pointed at the pony sitting at the centre of the curved desk. “That’s Archduchess Nobility, the chairpony. She can be a bit harsh but she’s normally fair in this sort of thing. Now that,” he pointed to another inquiry member a light grey pegasus mare with a short green mane, “Is Marquis Jet Stream, much less impartial, she’s certainly not keen on Posey or any of her family. And that next to her is Baronet Slime Ball, one of her supporters. I wouldn’t expect a single original thought to come out of his mouth while she’s here. Over there we have...”
His explanation was interrupted as Posey entered the room. She gracefully flew across the room and came to a halt in front of the board before giving a curtsey. “If it pleases the tribunal, may I take my seat?” she asked.
“Duchess Posey,” said Archduchess Nobility. Her voice was surprisingly deep and scratchy. She checked the clock. “Prompt as always. Please be seated, we can get the inquiry started now.”
Giving a bow, Posey turned, walked to the bench and took a seat next to Notebook and another pony Max didn’t recognise. They whispered to each other. Max wondered how Mrs G was doing if Notebook was here. Maybe he should try and get a message to her somehow.
“I now open the preliminary stages of inquiry into the actions of Duchess Fragrant Posey of Cloudsdale on the first day of the year 1000 NLE,” announced Nobility. Off to one side a dull grey unicorn scribe started to record her words. “Duchess Posey, it has been raised that you attempted to overthrow the rightful rule of Princess Luna and replace her as the ruler of Equestria, an act of treason. This inquiry is to investigate the events that occurred and the lawfulness or otherwise of them. Do you understand?”
Fragrant stood stiffly in front of the board. “Yes your ladyship.”
“Good. Now in this and the following sessions we will be interviewing various witnesses and interested parties. You yourself have submitted a written report, in admirable depth, as to your actions. However, to start the inquiry I would like to hear in your own words what occurred. Once you have finished, members of the board of inquiry may have further questions.”
“Of course, Lady Chairpony.” Fragrant cleared her throat and started explaining how she had been one of the few members of the night court who had not been trapped in Canterlot when the city’s shield had been raised to protect it from Corona. Upon realising the seriousness of the situation, she had taken on a leadership role in not only her own province but the rest of country in order to organise a counter attack against the solar tyrant. The situation had continued for a little over a day before word that Luna had returned and Corona had been defeated had reached her, after which she immediately handed the reins of power back to Luna and the Night Court. She spoke slowly but strongly and made frequent reference to the bravery of the various ponies under her command.
When she finished, she sat again and took a drink from a glass of water placed next to her.
“Thank you, Duchess,” said Nobility. “I have a few questions that I feel you have not fully covered. Now, I see that you also started a plan to try and minimize the effects of the continuous sunlight on Equestria’s climate by utilising the various weather factories controlled by your family, and you have charged the cost of this plan to the treasury, is that correct?” Max raised his eyebrows. Something else he had not been aware of. He supposed it made sense. The devastation the increased temperature would have wrought on Nulpar would have been immense if the sunlight had continued; as it was, there had been a few avalanches and a little flooding at a lakeside village.
“Yes, as the plan was to the benefit of the whole of Equestria, I felt that the cost should be covered by the state. In the end the cost was minimal as it was only implemented for less than a day and all services were provided at cost.”
Jet Stream leant forwards. “If Princess Luna had not returned, how successful do you think your plan would have been at stopping the Tyrant’s eye?” she asked.
“Luckily we did not have to find out, but it probably would have only been effective in the short term.”
“Interesting. I have a report here produced by leading climate experts from your rival weather companies, which shows that your efforts would have been effective for less than a week and would have been so expensive as to ruin the country. Do you have a comment on this?”
“It has, I agree, come to light since the events that the plans made at the time would be largely ineffectual at changing the effect of the Tyrant’s power. However, that extra week would have been crucial if we were to move against Corona, and more importantly would have prevented injury and even death to many ponies affected by the weather change. I was working on the best information available at the time.”
“And this information came from your own experts, did it not?”
“Yes.”
“And due to their incompetence you expect the people of Equestria to foot the bill? I do not think that is fair.”
“This is all well and good,” noted another member of the council, “But I feel we are getting off of topic. We can talk about the cost of this project later.”
The Archduchess considered for a moment. “I agree, we can discuss this matter in depth at a later date. For now, we should stick to the matter at hoof. I feel this issue comes down to a single question. Why you? You had not been granted a letter of proxy. Why did you think it was your responsibility to take over Equestria at this time of crisis, rather than maintain your own holdings as many other nobles away from court did?”
A letter of what? thought Max. His expression must have been clear as Buttercup moved her face near his ear. “If the Princess is away from court for an extended period, she appoints a representative to be a sort of acting Princess with her authority. It normally rotates between the Viceroys. They can even make laws but they must be ratified by the princess within a few days of her return.” Max nodded his thanks; the mare seemed to know what she was talking about.
At the front Fragrant was still explaining her actions. “I felt that given my rank I had a greater responsibility to the people.”
“Your rank of Duchess is significant,” noted Nobility, “But there are other higher ranks.”
“At the time I believed that it was likely that I was the highest ranking noble still at liberty.”
“But you did not know that for certain, did you?” pointed out Jet Stream. “And indeed the Archduchess here was away from court at the time.” Nobility shuffled a little uneasily. She had been at her family estates due to illness and had slept through much of the incident, only able to rouse herself for the last few hours before the sun had finally dipped.
“No, I did not know that at the time, but given the tradition that the court remains ‘snowed in’ at winter it seemed likely.”
“And you decided to break with tradition and visit your estate for the longest night festival, did you not? That turned out to be a very happy coincidence, didn’t it? Should you not have waited until you knew for certain there were no other higher ranking nobles free before staging your coup?”
Nobility shot a harsh glare at Jet Stream who ignored her.
“I felt that the country needed stability to prevent chaos. It would have been days, if not weeks, before a full search for any other nobles could be carried out. If I had later discovered the Archduchess’s situation, I would have happily passed over power to her. However, her province is quite some distance from both Canterlot and Cloudsdale’s location at that time. Given the chaos, it would likely have taken several days at least for a message to reach me.”
“Do you have any evidence of such a plan to relinquish power?” asked Jet Stream.
Fragrant gave a humourless laugh. “I had very little of a plan for anything at that time. I was mostly flying blind.”
“There is of course also your brother Thunderous Posey’s part in this matter to investigate,” said Jet with a wide smile. “There is some evidence that he may have suggested the plan to you in the first place.”
For the first time Fragrant’s calm seemed to crack. “There is no need to bring my brother into this matter,” she hissed. “I am the Duchess of Cloudsdale; I hold full responsibility for any actions I or my people may have undertaken, no other.”
“It has already been agreed to limit the scope of this inquest to your own actions,” agreed Archduchess Nobility. “Depending on the outcome further investigation may be required.”
For a moment Jet Stream looked like she might argue, but then she shut her mouth and nodded.
“Now you have argued that a leader was needed to stop panic from spreading and to allow a counter attack against Corona. What plans did you have to attack the Tyrant?”
“I am afraid I do not have the military skills to have planned such an operation, if it is even possible. Instead I planned to hold a civilian government together and let the military deal with any fighting. Although many of their most senior officers were trapped in Canterlot, their strength was still spread throughout the country and would have been easier to organize.”
“Did you give any thought to the effect of your actions on your people?” asked Slime Ball, speaking for the first time.
“I do not understand,” said Posey looking confused.
“You very strongly announced your opposition to Corona by making yourself ruler of Equestria. Did you not think it would be likely that the Tyrant would try to make an example of you and thus your people? That they may have had to pay the price for your actions?”
Fragrant looked distressed for a moment, then steadied herself. “Somepony had to stand up to Corona,” she explained. “Yes, the Tyrant may have attempted to attack Cloudsdale, but the city has some advantages over most others; as a cloud city it is capable of moving, making it a harder target than ground based dwellings. However, I do understand that the city would be unlikely to resist an assault from Corona, but I felt it was a risk that needed to be taken.”
“In fact could it be that you had another reason for wanting to gain control of Equestria just as Corona had returned, why you happened to be away from court on that fateful night, and why you were not afraid that your own people would be punished by the Tyrant for their ‘defiance’? Could it be that you intended to pass control of our nation over to the Solar Tyrant?” said Jet Stream. There was a gasp around the chamber and the various journalists started to scribble on their notebooks.
Fragrant staggered back as if slapped. She paled, but her eyes blazed. “I would never...” she stuttered.
“That’s not fair!” came a loud voice from near Max. He looked around for a second before realising it was his own. “Stop bullying her!” he continued.
“Silence!” cried Nobility, staring daggers at him. “You do not have leave to speak in these proceedings.”
For a moment Max considered following the order, but then he shrugged. He was already in trouble, so he might as well get everything off his chest; Fragrant needed his support. “I am sorry, but she,” he pointed at Jet Stream, “Is twisting Fragrant’s words. She did the best that she could in the circumstances!”
“Silence!” cried Nobility again. “Or I will have you removed from this chamber and arrested for contempt of court.”
“She didn’t know that the Princess was going to return! She’s not perfect but she did what she thought was for the best and risked her life to do it! You should be thanking her, not putting her on trial!” His mouth finally seemed to run out of steam and reality caught up with him. “Thank her, she’s very nice,” he mumbled.
“Max!” hissed Fragrant. “Be quiet!” She turned back to the board. “I am sorry, Archduchess. The Baron is new to court, he may not fully understand the situation. Maybe leniency would be in order?”
Looking into the disapproving faces of the board of enquiry, and worse, Fragrant, Max wondered how the day could get any worse. His thoughts were interrupted by the quiet whoosh of fabric from behind him, and he saw the eyes of all present widen. Max spun around; the curtains covering the box above the door had opened to reveal a tall blue mare, her wings spread and her horn glowing. Max thought he recognised her. Then he realised he’d seen her profile and mark on every bit he’d ever spent. Oh, that was how it could get worse.
Princess Luna gave a nod to the ponies in front of her who returned her attention with deep bows or curtsies. “Rise, my little ponies,” she announced. She lowered her head to Nobility “Lady Chairpony, if it pleases the tribunal, may I speak?”
“Of course, your majesty,” said Nobility looking a little shocked.
The Princess leapt from her box, and gently glided down to the front of the court and landed, silently facing the members of the board.
“My thanks. It seems to me that there may not be the need to spend any more time or bits on this matter. There are only really two matters to decide on. Did the Duchess have the authority to act in my stead? And were her actions in the best interest of Equestria? The first is somewhat questionable; I did not expect to be... out of contact, so I had not prepared an official transfer of power or any instructions for anypony filling my position.” She looked around the chamber. “That was remiss of me and it is a situation I have taken moves to prevent in future. However, ultimately Equestria is ruled by the Night Court. Every member holds a responsibility to the people to wisely administer the land, and I believe that Duchess Posey’s actions were an extension of that responsibility. As for the second, the Duchess's ultimate aims are between her and her conscience. However, her actions did prevent panic and stabilized Equestria during a very trying time, and it must be remembered that upon learning of my survival she immediately returned full control of the country to me. A pity, otherwise I might have finally found the time to take the holiday to Cavallia I’ve been planning for the last few centuries.” Polite laughter rounded the chamber. “I would thus request that, unless the tribunal have any further questions of Duchess Posey, they consider my words and judge if any further investigation is needed.”
Nobility looked at the other board members. None of them seemed keen to speak. “Very well, your majesty, this tribunal will come to recess to discuss these matters in private.” She slammed her gavel into the desk, and she and the rest of the tribunal rose stiffly from their chairs and trooped into a door at the back of the room.
Once they had left, the seated ponies broke into a hubbub of whispering. Luna herself stood casually in the centre of the room for a moment before, with a flap of her wings, returning to her box at the back of the room.
Max gulped. It seemed like everypony had forgotten about him. He looked over and noticed to his surprise that Baron Fields’ head was slumped on his chest, and he was letting out a quiet whinnying snore.
“He gets tired easily,” explained Buttercup, gently moving her father into a more comfortable position.
“You take very good care of him,” said Max, trying for a moment to get a look at Fragrant. She was talking to Notebook at the front of the chamber and didn’t turn to him.
“It’s only fair, he looked after me when I was a foal.” She sighed. “He should have retired a long time ago, but he’s stubborn.” She gave an indulgent smile. “I think he’d rather die in court than give up.” Max rested a consoling hoof on her shoulder.
“Whu?” mumbled Rolling. “Is it over already?” he asked. “Oh, the Princess is here, that should liven things up a bit.”
“They’ve just called a recess,” explained Buttercup, “Now the princess has spoken, I doubt it will take long.” Indeed, even as she was speaking, the door at the back of the chamber opened and the board walked back in. Nobility’s face was blank, but Jet Stream was poorly hiding her anger.
“Duchess Fragrant Posey, approach the board of inquiry,” ordered the Archduchess.
Fragrant gracefully stood from her seat and stepped forward.
“After deliberation, the board has decided that although not technically lawful, your actions on the Longest Day were carried out in good faith, and as such we will recommend that no further investigation be required and the charges of treason again you be dropped.”
“Thank you, my lady,” said Fragrant bowing low.
“However, it has been decided that your plan to affect the climate of Equestria was ill conceived and as such the cost should not be borne by the state; that burden will have to lie on your own shoulders.”
If this upset Fragrant, she did not show it. “Very well.”
“Good. Now, on to other matters. You, whoever you are,” she pointed at Max, who swallowed nervously. The grey coated court reporter scuttled over and whispered in Nobility’s ear. She frowned. “Baron Mounty Max, you are to be punished to the fullest extent of the law for your disregard for this inquiry and its personnel.”
“Actually, if I could ask leave to speak again?” said Luna from her box, causing Max to cringe even more. It was one thing to be punished by the Archduchess, but he had hoped his supreme ruler had forgotten about him.
Gritting her teeth slightly, Nobility nodded. “Of course, your highness.”
“I would suggest that we can forgo the normal punishment for his actions. He is new to his role and may not have known better. He was certainly passionate in his opinions and did make some reasonable points in the discussion.” She glared briefly at Jet Stream, who flinched.
Max’s ears pricked up, “Thank...” he started.
“Still,” continued Luna, “He did break the rules of this tribunal and as such should be punished.”
Max’s mouth snapped shut.
“As his crime was due to ignorance, I think the punishment should include an element of education. There used to be a tradition where a new member of the court was attached to a more experienced member who would act as a mentor for a period of time to allow them to learn their role. The student or Squire was required to follow their mentor and would, after a certain period of time, be required to submit a report on the events that occurred to show they understood their role. I think we should restart this procedure. Now, who could act as the mentor? It would be time consuming, so it would need to be somepony with quite some free time. Duchess Posey, I understand that due to the inquiry being cancelled, your calendar for the next few months will be rather sparse, is this not correct?”
Posey looked confused for a moment, then nodded. “Yes, your highness.”
“Good. Then I suggest the board appoint Baron Max your Squire until the court breaks up for summer. In addition to both of your normal duties, you will be required to spend time together learning the protocols of the court. At the end of this time period, the Baron will be required to submit a report to me about what he has learned, and you a report on the Baron’s progress. I trust that is acceptable.”
“Yes, your highness,” said Posey.
“Err, yes of course Princess, err Princess Luna, your highness, Ma’am,” stuttered Max.
The inquiry muttered amongst themselves for a few moments. “The board accepts this as a fair punishment, your majesty,” announced Nobility, before slamming her gavel on the desk. “I proclaim this inquest closed.”
“Baron Max,” snarled Fragrance through gritted teeth, once they were away from the inquiry room.
Max gulped. She was obviously not happy. His ears laid down, rubbing against the material of his hat.
“I understand you were trying to protect me, and that was very swee… noble of you, but I am an experienced member of the court, a Duchess. I am not some helpless filly tied to the train tracks, needing a heroic stallion to rescue her.”
“I’m sorry,” stuttered Max, “I thought...”
“No, you did not.” She took a deep breath. “I had everything under control. There has long been a feud between Marquis Jet Stream’s family and mine, she does after all control the second largest cloud city in Equestria. Once I knew she was on the inquest I realised if given enough rope she would hang herself. She has always lacked self-control. I was in no danger – I had already been discreetly informed by the Princess of the crowns position on the matter, although I was not aware that she would be present in person.”
Max looked shocked. “So you knew what was going to happen? You were baiting Jet Stream? You were faking? But why?”
“The opportunity was there to embarrass her and gain some support in sympathy at her wild allegations.”
“But.. but.. if she’s so out of control could you not bring the matter to the court? Can’t you just settle the feud in private?”
Fragrant opened her mouth, then closed it again. She looked confused for a second, then she spoke. “It appears that you really do have a lot to learn about the court, Baron Max. I will start your lessons tomorrow.” With that she turned on her hooves and stalked away, leaving Max to watch her go.
Max leapt from his seat and stretched, feeling something shift in his back. He’d been in Canterlot for just over a week, and already he seemed to have more work than he knew what to do with. Now that Nulpar had been created, it seemed like everypony and their dog wanted to know about it and the ponies that lived there, particularly the Equestrian Revenue Service. He guessed many of his people would be less than pleased about that. Still, if they were expecting to get aid from the rest of Equestria, they would have to pay the price. Not that they were getting much in the way of aid so far. He scowled at the thought of the large pile of partially completed forms sitting in the filing room; they all seemed to need authorisation from the heads of various committees who had been unable to see him so far. Well, he hadn’t been trying very long and they were of course all very busy ponies; he was sure they’d get round to him sooner or later.
The rest of his time, when not filling in paperwork, had been spent shadowing his new mentor, Fragrant. Although he could sense her anger had cooled a little since his outburst at her trial, she hadn’t fully forgiven him yet; she still seemed tense when he was around. Still, she had taken her job of teaching him the ways of the court very seriously. He had been invited to many of the committees she sat upon, though she had made it abundantly clear that he was not to say a word during them, even threatening to gag him. However, she did explain what had occurred after and even listened to any thoughts he had about them; rather than just talk about his issues, she insisted he write these thoughts up in formal reports… most of which she verbally ripped apart for their poor style later. He was improving, though. She’d only found a dozen or so faults in his last attempt. Plus she was actually putting some of his suggestions into action, admittedly after she had totally reworked them to make them acceptable to the committee. When he’d visited her disaster relief meeting, she had proposed his idea of visiting some of the areas affected by Corona in person. The chair, Viceroy Night Light, had not been keen at first, stating that it was more efficient to just rely on the reports provided, but Fragrant’s passionate argument swayed most of the committee; finally the Viceroy relented and agreed to arrange a fact finding tour in the coming weeks. The whole committee had been shocked when Fragrant had revealed that it had been Max’s idea.
Max yawned and padded across to the door between this office and the other room. The sun would be rising soon, and normally he would be going back to his hotel room to try to sleep for the day. He was having problems with keeping up with the Court’s schedule, but today he had something else he had to do.
“You’re still going ahead with this?” asked Mrs G, watching him over her glasses as he entered the outer office.
“Yes. It might not be that popular anymore…” Fragrant had been quite surprised when he mentioned it to her, as apparently the book he’d bought was a bit out of date. ”...but I think the vigil’s a good idea. Spending a day meditating on the importance of the Night Court and my role in it seems... right. It’s a big step after all, a huge honour, not something to just go into without thinking about. I’m going to be responsible for the well-being of everyone in Nulpar; thousands of ponies, goats, griffins, donkeys and the like.”
“Seems silly to sit in some gloomy dungeon all day, though. You could think about it all anywhere; you don’t have to lock yourself away to do it.”
“Well, it is traditional. Anyway, a bit of discomfort isn’t going to hurt me.” He slipped on the thin white shift that was apparently the traditional garb for this situation, supposed to symbolise purity. Not that Max considered himself all that pure given some of the things he and Zephyr had gotten up to, but it was the look that was important. He started to put on the thin red coat that represented his willingness to give his blood in the protection of Equestria when Mrs G stopped him.
“If you are going to do this then at least wear something a bit warmer.” She pulled out a thick knitted red coat from under her desk. Max thought he’d seen her working on it for the last few days.
“You didn’t need to do this, Mrs G,” said Max carefully, draping the garment over himself. He thought it looked like a large tea cosy, but it was at least warm.
“I wouldn't want you to get a chill,” she said kindly. “Turn around.” She twirled a hoof.
Max trotted around in a little circle, giving Mrs G a view of him from all sides.
“Not bad,” noted Mrs G. “I guess we should be off now.”
“Oh, you don’t need to come.”
“Nonsense. I want to at least see you off, dear.”
Max gave a smile as the two of them left his office and headed off into the depths of the castle. His strange outfit drew a few odd looks from servants and court members as they passed, and even a few barely hidden snickers, but Max wore it proudly anyway.
“Here we are now, my lord,” noted the custodian as he lead Max and Mrs G up to a large wrought iron gate. They were far below the currently inhabited parts of the castle, in the catacombs which filled part of the Canterhorn itself. “This was where they used to carry out the Vigils back in the day,” said the old stallion. “I’m glad somepony takes the old traditions seriously.”
Max shivered a bit; despite the sun rising outside it was cold here under the rock. “Well, it seemed a good idea to me.” He looked around. “What else is this used for?”
“Not much anymore. We occasionally get the odd academic down here to sniff around the tombs.”
“Tombs?” Max’s ears pricked up and he looked around nervously.
“Why yes, many of the earliest court members were interred here, oh long ago now. They even say that some of Equestria’s founders might be down here. It’s the reason why it’s used for the vigil, you see. They say the old courtiers appear to their descendants to give them advice.”
“Surely that’s just superstition?”
“Maybe, but I’ve worked here for over forty years, and I’ve seen some things that I can’t explain as mere magic... something supernatural. They say that sometimes those in the vigil come out injured when they got hurt in their visions. One pony, hundreds of years ago now, even died, horribly burnt and a look of terror on his face, they say.”
Max gave a shudder. Maybe this wasn’t the best idea after all. He’d come too far to give up now. “Thanks for walking here with me, Mrs G, but I should be fine.” The custodian walked forwards and began to unlock the gate with a large key.
“Oh, I’m going to wait here for a while.” She nodded to a bench by the door, presumably there for that very reason. “You’re right, it is a big honour to work for the court, and maybe I should think about it a bit as well. At least I can catch up with some things.” She indicated her saddlebags, which contained a paperback book and some knitting. “Plus you might want someone to get you out if you change your mind.”
“Thanks Mrs G, but you don’t need to do that. You need to collect our guest from the station.”
“That’s not until this afternoon. I’ve got plenty of time.”
His guest would be one of the things Max thought he should consider while locked away. He didn’t doubt his decision had been a good one, but just as Greengrass had said, he had been approached by various ponies hoping to visit Luna with him, and many of them had offered him gifts. He’d had to explain he couldn’t accept anything like that, as it might seem like a bribe; his visitors had been understandably shocked at the idea. One of them had been a railway owner who would have been of great help in Max’s plan to link Nulpar to the rest of Equestria. Was it right for him to use this opportunity to do what he thought was right, or should it benefit his province? In some ways, he was glad he had already taken the decision before anyone tried to talk him out of it.
“There you go,” announced the custodian. “It was a bit stiff.” He stood next to the now open portal. “Just go on ahead, the magic lighting should activate as you go. If you need to get out, pull that rope there and somepony should be along soon enough. If not, I’ll be back just before moonrise.”
“Thank you,” said Max. “I’ll see you later.”
Mrs G gave him a wave and set herself down on the bench before opening her book. Steeling himself, Max walked into the darkness. As the custodian said, the lights flickered on and provided a dim glow as he passed; not enough to fully illuminate the room, just enough to highlight the shadows. He almost jumped out of his skin when he heard a clunk from behind him, as the gate was locked again. Fighting against the instinct to turn, Max forced his way further on.
The path turned out to be short and he soon came to a chamber filled with statues, somewhat weathered but still recognisable as the founders of the Equestrian nation. There was Commander Hurricane, spear seemingly raised to strike him down; nearby stood Platinum radiating an aura of faint disapproval; then Smart Cookie and Clover looking down wisely from their plinths. Behind the founders stood both Luna and… was that Corona? This place must be truly ancient if a statue of the tyrant sun still stood here. The walls were covered with engraved names, a few of whom he recognised as the most famous courtiers from centuries – if not millennia – past. Above them was a plaque with two lines carved on it.
The fate of Equestria rests on thy shoulders
Art thou worthy?
Max gulped. This place had been created to be intimidating, and it was certainly doing its job well. He guessed he should get started and knelt on the uncomfortably hard and cold floor, head lowered. He was glad for Mrs G’s gift as he huddled against the red woollen garment. Now that he was here, he had some thinking to do.
Thinking was boring, thought Max.
He’d already gone through his plans to try and modernise Nulpar and link it to the rest of the Equestrian railway network, as well as the various projects and committees Fragrant had discussed with him. Maybe he should have brought some paper to scribble down his ideas? He might forget.
He sighed. He supposed this was meant to be for deeper thinking – life, the universe, and everything stuff – but really, he considered himself more of a doer than a thinker. He just did what felt right to him, and worried about why later. If he’d thought about how he was going to rescue those foals from the avalanche a few months ago, he probably wouldn’t have done it in time.
His stomach rumbled loudly. That was another thing. He was supposed to fast for the vigil, which sounded easy; he’d certainly missed a few meals in a row in the past. But when you didn’t have anything to do but think to yourself, it became harder to forget how hungry you actually were. It was making him feel a little faint, or that might have been the tiredness; again, staying up all day sounded easy, but without anything to do he’d felt himself start to slip away a few times.
Trying to push away the latest wave of fatigue, Max got to his hooves and stretched before starting to walk around the chamber. Maybe getting the blood pumping a little would help him stay awake. To be honest, he’d lost track of time by now; he had no idea if the vigil had only just started, or if it was almost over. For all he knew, he’d been forgotten about and he’d missed his own ennobling ceremony. That would be a problem.
Putting such thoughts aside, he wandered from statue to statue, looking up at them. There was Luna looking down over the others. Next to her Corona seeming to shy away from her sister. He turned and found a statue he hadn’t noticed before and he couldn’t think why not. It was a statue of a mountain, or maybe just a mountain. If it was a statue, it was built on a one to one scale, easily ten thousand feet tall; he wasn’t sure how he’d missed it before – or, come to think about it, how it fit into the room. He shrugged. He wasn’t a sculptor; there must be some trick to it.
“Mounty Max,” said the mountain.
“Hello?” said Max. “Should you be here? I think I’m supposed to be on my own for the whole vigil thing.”
“You are inside a mountain, are you not? Then it must be acceptable to speak to a mountain?”
Max nodded slowly. That seemed to make sense. “Why are you here... I’m sorry, I don’t know your name.” Max felt a bit embarrassed. He was sure the rock formation in front of him was familiar; it was just on his tongue, but he couldn’t get it out.
“You don’t know? How quickly you forget,” said the mountain, sounding rather hurt. “Come closer, maybe you will recognise me.”
Feeling a little awkward, Max slowly stepped forward, starting to clamber up the lower slopes of the mountain. It seemed more and more familiar. Stretching up a hoof, he began to make his way up its side. Yes, he knew where he was now! That hollow in the rock, where he and Zephyr had carved their names... this was Braeriah, he was home! More or less. Sadlzburg was only an hour or so’s canter away.
“Max! Max!” came a cry from behind him. He turned to see a brown earth pony stallion scrabbling up the slope behind him. “I need a hoof!”
“Piste, what are you doing here?” asked Max. This didn’t seem right.
“Looking for you. We’re missing a pony, she got lost in Fellowfall Vale. I need you to come down to help look for her.”
“Hang on, I’ll be right down,” said Max, turning. The vale could be a dangerous place if you weren’t prepared – all sorts of dangerous creatures called it home. Then he paused. “No wait, I’ll get a better view from higher up. I’ll be more useful there.”
“You sure?” said Piste. “You’ve always been more of a hoof on guy. Isn’t there somepony else who can do that?”
Max considered for a moment. “No, I think this is something I need to do myself. You can manage a search from the ground, you don’t need my help. I’ll shout out if I see anything.”
Piste looked unsure for a moment. “If you’re sure...”
“I’m sure. We’ve both got our parts to play here. You stay down there for the moment, I’ll climb. But don’t worry, I won’t forget about you, we can find her together.” Turning again, Max started to climb, hoof by hoof, up the mountain.
“Max!” came another cry, more feminine this time. Once again Max turned to see Zephyr hovering a short distance below him.
“Hi,” he called, waving a hoof. “Are you here to find this missing mare as well?”
“What mare, Max? Do you always need to be working so hard? Can’t you take a day off? Have a day to yourself – a day to ourselves – just the two of us?” Her voice grew husky and behind her her tail flicked lazily from side to side.
Max felt a surge of desire for a moment, but he pushed it aside. “I’m sorry, Zephyr, I don’t have the time. Maybe tomorrow?”
“It’s always tomorrow, isn’t it?” she snarled. “Never today! Why is this mare so special? What has she got that I haven't?”
“It’s not like...” his excuse died in his throat. “Actually, I think she is special. I’ve got to find her. Don’t ask me why, but I think I have to find her. She... I think she understands what I have to do. I’m sorry, Zephyr, but I can’t let you slow me down.”
“Can anyone slow you down?” asked Zephyr, landing below him. “Anypony from your past?“ Her mane and coat darkened, turning brown and orange, before she became bent with age and her wings vanished. “Well, is there?” said Early Delivery.
“Mum, what are you doing up here?” asked Max. There was something wrong with his old lover becoming his mother, but he preferred not to think about it right now. He had something important to do, even if he couldn’t remember what it was right now.
“I came looking for you,” she cried, as the wind started to pick up. “You know I don’t like you getting up this high. Not since what happened to your father, it... it was months until they found his body. He died alone, far from us.”
“I know, Mum, I know, but I’m going to have to go higher than Dad ever did to find who I’m looking for, I need to keep going. I’m sorry.” There was a rumble of thunder from somewhere near. “I have to keep going, I... I can’t help you right now. I’ve got something more important to do, Piste or somepony else can help you back down.” He continued to climb as quickly as he could. He knew the path, he had traversed it many times before. The cloud bank above him drew closer.
“Max,” cried Early from below, her voice growing fainter. “Please be careful.”
Max’s reply was obliterated as, with a clap of thunder, a lightning bolt struck the mountain near him, almost throwing him into the air. He had to get out of here, above the clouds where it was safe. Using all of his strength, he forced his legs to work, driving him further and further forwards. Just as his goal was literally within reach, one of his hind legs slipped, and for a second it seemed like he hung in the air with the whole of Nulpar stretched out below him. Then a grey tinged leg caught him, and with surprising strength dragged him through the clouds and up on a ledge.
“Thanks,” gasped Max.
“No problem, dearie,” said Mrs G placidly.
Max lay panting on the ledge. Here, above the clouds, all was peaceful, with no sign of the storm below. He looked up to see the full moon staring back like a lone eye. The mountain above looked different; he wasn’t in Nulpar anymore. “Where are we?” he asked, turning to Mrs Gobhar, who sat next to him, chewing the cud placidly.
“Where do you think we are?” she asked, staring at him.
The mountain did look familiar. He’d been here recently. Looking up, he noticed the peak was covered with buildings, all reaching up into the sky.
“Canterlot... this is the Canterhorn! How did I... wasn’t I somewhere else a minute ago?”
“Well, you were lower down the mountain, but it’s all the same mountain when you look at it. All mountains are part of the same mountain, really. All we can do is choose to climb up or stay in the same place; the only other option is to fall.”
“I... I think that make sense?” muttered Max. There was something wrong here but he couldn’t quite sort it out.
“If it makes sense, you’re not trying hard enough,” she said with a smile.
“We need to keep going. I need to find somepony.” He looked up again, staring at the light glittering in the city above. “Maybe somepony in the city can help. Come on, Mrs G.”
“Right behind you, dearie,” noted the goat, leaping spryly from rock to rock despite her age.
With a grin, Max started to make his own ascent, taking care where to put his hooves. He wanted to rush ahead, to get to the top as soon as possible, but sometimes slow and steady did win the race. As he pushed himself up, he noticed that Mrs G was starting to lag behind. “Do you need a hoof?” he called back.
“That’s very nice of you, but I think I’ve come as far as I can for the moment.” She sat on a small ledge and took out her knitting. “I’ll stay put for a while, but don’t worry; I’ll always be here if you need me, and maybe you’ll find somepony else to give you a hoof.”
Max stopped for a moment. Mrs G had been with him for a long time, through thick and thin; he didn’t want to leave her behind. “Wait there, I’ll come down to help you,” he cried. “I can carry you if needs be.”
“That’s nice of you dear but I wouldn’t want to weigh you down, like that poor filly there.” She pointed to a lime green mare struggling up the cliff below him; on her back was a large backpack from which poked large rocks. As he watched, she almost slipped under its weight.
“Hang on, Buttercup!” cried Max, moving down towards the struggling mare. “Drop the pack, it’s pulling you down.”
“I can’t! I brought it with me from the bottom, I need it!”
“It’s weighing you down, you need to let it go,” cried Max, reaching down to lift the younger mare. She took his hoof and pulled, the weight of her and her pack almost dislodging him from the mountain, but he managed to jab a hoof into a crack and take the combined strain for a moment before pulling the mare up alongside him. They both stayed there for a moment, panting from their exertions. “What are you doing here?” he asked.
“I’m going to the city as well. You’re not alone, you know. There are lots of us on the same journey.”
Max looked and realised that there were dozens, maybe hundreds of other ponies making their way up the slopes of the Canterhorn. Some were clambering steadily towards the peak, but most were sitting morosely on ledges. While he was watching, two climbers started to jostle each other, shoving and even biting each other over the best hoofholds.
“Stop that!” cried Max. “You’ll both fall!” But the fighters continued without pause.
“They won't listen, you know,” said Buttercup. “This is the way it always is.”
“Then they’re fools. I need to stop them,” Max started to make his way towards the fighting ponies.
“Wait!” cried Buttercup, reaching out with a surprisingly strong arm. “Leave them, we can get farther if we stay together. Please!” she said, pulling him close and nuzzling him.
“I... I don’t...” stuttered Max, feeling the heat of the younger mare’s body seeping into his own.
“It’s too late anyway,” she whispered in his ear before giving it a playful bite. Max’s head shot around and he saw the two struggling ponies fall, twisting in the air as they plummeted into the distance, still fighting. He turned his head away before they hit the ground.
“What a waste,” he muttered.
She shrugged. “It happens.” She reached out and took his head in her hoof. “You helped me get this far, I think you deserve a reward.” She leant forwards, lips puckered. For a moment Max considered kissing her. She was very beautiful, and her coat felt slick to his touch. As she drew closer he noticed her face was speckled with a black sticky substance. He pulled back in disgust, staring at her.
“What is it?” she asked, then put a hoof to her face before drawing it back and examining it. “Oh, it’s so difficult to keep clean up here, this stuff gets everywhere, look!” She pointed at Max’s hoof where he’d helped her up; it was covered in the same black ooze. Max shook the affected limb to try and wipe away the gloop, but it would not budge. “Once it gets on you it never lets go, you know, but you get used to it after a while. Now where were we?” Her tail thrashed from side to side seductively.
For a moment Max was tempted, but he was on a mission. He had to get to the top, he didn’t have time for anything else. “I’m sorry, but I’ve got to go,” he said, pulling himself from her grasp and starting to climb again, as quickly as his limbs would carry him.
“Wait!” she cried, reaching out with her hoof again, but Max flinched away.
“I’m sorry!” he cried. “But I think I have my own path to follow.” If she said anything further, he didn’t hear over the wind as it started to pick up again. Keeping his gaze forward, he continued to climb. It was getting harder the further up he went, and the mountain became less familiar.
The city above came closer and closer, and just as he was about a reach the lowest tier a shadow fell over him. Looking up, he saw a huge shape eclipsing the moon. He tried to push himself flat against the rock to get out of sight while maintaining his grip.
“There is no need to hide from me, Mounty Max,” came a voice that Max had first heard only a week ago, and would never forget. “What an interesting place this is,” noted Princess Luna as she hovered next to him.
“Your... your majesty,” he stuttered, trying his best to bow while attached to a rock face. “I’m sorry for my state. I didn’t know you would be here.” Without fully knowing why, he thrust the hoof dyed by Buttercup behind him to hide it from his monarch.
“Peace, Max. There is no need for ceremony here. If anything I should be apologizing to you for my intrusion. What brings you here anyway?”
“I.. I’m not sure, I think I’m looking for somepony. Somepony’s lost and I thought I might get a better view from the top.”
Luna looked up and then down. “The view from the top is good, but it can be somewhat distracting. Sadly, you often lose more ponies than you find on the way up. Having reached this far, what do you think?”
Leaning back as far as he dared, he looked down. The clouds had cleared and he could just about make out the foot of the mountain so far below. “It is a long way down, but I can still see the bottom. I don’t think I could have made it this far without help. Piste, Mrs G, I haven't lost them.”
“But they are no longer with you. They couldn’t make it this far.”
“Well, not everypony is as good a climber as me, but just because they didn’t make it this far doesn’t mean they aren't important to me. I’m only up here to do a job, to help those below find what they’re looking for.”
Luna smiled. “There are many who have forgotten that, Max. I’m glad you understand.”
“Understand what?”
“That you don’t understand, apparently. You truly are an interesting pony.”
“Um, thank you, your majesty,” said Max, not sure what she was talking about.
“There is no need to call me that, you know, I am not all that majestic. Now this mountain – that is majestic, and it manages it just by being. It doesn’t need to try and be majestic, it just is, and by being itself shows others what majesty can be. Try to be like the mountain, Max.”
“Um, I’ll try.” Max felt truly lost now; he didn’t have a clue how he could be like several million tons of rock.
“I’m sure you will, Max, and I’ll be watching.” With a mighty flap of her wings, Luna soared into the sky, momentarily framed in front of the moon before merging into its light.
Max gaped at Luna’s disappearance for a moment, before remembering his quest and reaching upwards again to haul himself onto the peak of the mountain. To his surprise, a hoof grabbed his and pulled him upwards. The hoof was attached to a pony apparently made out of the same black slime that had worked its way into Buttercup’s coat. Max tore his hoof away from the figure in disgust, then blinked. He couldn’t quite make out its features; they seemed to shift and change as he watched – one moment a mare, the other a stallion. The only thing that seemed to remain stable was the figure’s mane; it was on fire. No, it was fire, flashing and flickering with a bright red glow. “I never thought she’d leave,” the figure said.
“Who... who are you?” gasped Max, backing away from the heat of the flames as best he could. The two of them were standing on a small outcrop of rock making up the peak of the mountain. Max glanced down; it seemed impossibly tall, yet he could still make out the ground in detail below.
“Ah, names, so constricting... call me Fire Mane, Max. I hope you might even call me friend eventually, but for the moment, I think we can be more like business associates.” A white blur seemed to dance around the figure for a moment. Fire Mane cocked its head as if it was listening. “Yes, I’m sure we can help each other a lot.”
“Help me? How?”
“Well, now you’ve made your way here to the very top, what do you intend to do?”
“I’m looking for something, someone, I think.”
“Look down, Max what do you see?”
Max peered down, and below him the whole of nation was visible, from Neigh Orleans in the south to Rushia in the North. It all seemed so small; Nulpar was barely a smudge in the distance. “I see Equestria,” he said.
“Good. I can give it all to you, Max. Every city, every province, every stallion, mare and foal. All yours.”
Max frowned, “Why would I want that? I don’t think I’d know what to do with Equestria – I can barely deal with Nulpar.”
“That’s where I come in. I can teach you, guide you, mould you. Make you what you are truly destined to be. Ponies don’t trust me, you see, say I’m different. But you... for some reason they trust you. Join me, Max, and together we can rule it all.” He pointed at Max’s tainted hoof, still stained black. “You have already taken the first step.”
Max considered for a moment. It made some sense to him; he’d climbed so far, shouldn’t he get something for it? But no, he didn’t know how to rule. He’d probably just make a mess of it for everybody. He backed away nervously from the burning pony. “That’s... that’s very generous, but I don’t really want to rule Equestria. I just want to find what I’m looking for. So, no.”
“That is very... disappointing,” rumbled Fire Mane. The white shape flashed around him like a miniature whirlwind. “Maybe something smaller? What do you love Max? You are alone. Is there somepony you desire? A mare or stallion. Yes, I see there is. Join me and she will be your slave!”
Max recoiled again. “No!” he said firmly. “Why would I want that! If I want somepony, I want them to want me too!”
Flame Mane sighed. “A pity. Still, there will always be others who make the climb. Maybe they will choose more wisely.” It looked up, its eyes blazing. “I’m sure you will see them on your way down.”
The mountain shuddered, and Max was sure he could feel the rocks themselves grow hot beneath his hooves. Fire Mane gestured; the top of the mountain split open and gallons of black sticky ooze poured out. Max felt his skin start to crawl. Noticing his discomfort, the burning pony grinned. “It’s never far away; this whole mountain is built on it. You were never very smart, were you, Max,” it taunted as the ooze started to spread towards his victim. “You should have cut a deal with me! You think the climb was hard? It’s the fall that kills you!”
Max staggered back again and felt his rear hooves strike against thin air. He staggered for a moment, then managed to regain his grip. He watched a small stone dislodged by his actions drop the seemingly infinite distance to the ground far below; it disappeared into a thick cloud bank. Max blinked; the cloud was shaped into the form of rows of buildings. Once again it was maddeningly familiar... Sadlzburg! It was Sadlzburg carved into the clouds, but it seemed to be empty. Then a flash of light caught his eye. There, standing on the top of the town hall was a figure wreathed in white light. He blinked, trying to resolve the shape. “Jump!” it cried.
Almost automatically Max’s legs started to coil to leap towards her, but he stopped himself. The city below was made of cloud; he didn’t have wings, he’d fall straight through. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw the black ichor was only a few hooves away now. Maybe he didn’t have a choice?
The figure noticed his hesitation and leapt into the air, wings spreading almost as wide as the horizon. “I’ll catch you Max. Jump. Please!” A flicker of annoyance could be made out in its words. “Stop being silly, Max, it’s your only chance.”
Max jumped, legs flailing in the air for a moment, only to land in the figures long arms, their bodies intertwined for a moment. Even if he couldn’t quite recognise her, he was sure this was who he had been searching for all this time. He buried his face in her pink mane, drinking in her flowery scent.
“You don’t get away that easily, Max,” cried Flame Mane from the peak. It reared up and hurled a ball of gloop at the Max. It splattered over both of them, knocking Max from the pegasus’ grasp.
His saviour reached out to catch Max. “Stay with me,” she begged. The ooze covered much of her, but seemed to be flowing off of her, seemingly unable to stick too much of her form. Reaching forwards, she grasped his forearm, but her grip slipped on the gelatinous substance still coating the limb, and he fell again through the clouds making up the city below, her scream following him down.
Max fell and fell and fell, dropping further and further from the light of the moon. As he fell, he found his consciousness beset by visions. Sitting on the top of the palace looking down at the city below. Lying in a steaming bath with a glowing pony. Shielding Fragrant’s body as a strange ever changing creature ran through a crowded ballroom. Balls of light being thrown at him as he hung from a massive statue of a pony. Staggering through the streets of a city surrounded by sleeping ponies, as the sun rose over him, pushing down like an anvil. Barging into a room filled with robed ponies, the leader driving a knife down towards a mass of black gloop from which emerged the barest outline of a pony. An elderly stallion shouting at him and striking him with a cane. Two younger ponies kissing passionately, the stallion in armour and leaning over a desk.
His last thoughts before he hit the ground hard was that he’d always been told that your life flashed before your eyes before you died, and he didn’t remember any of that.
“Max! Wake up!” came a familiar voice.
“Huh, what?” muttered Max, trying to force his eyes open. He was sure he must be dead – there was no way he could have survived that. So whoever was talking to him could let him rest in peace and stop poking him.
“Max come on!” called Mrs G jabbing him with a sharp hoof.
“Huh, what... what happened?” he asked.
“You fell asleep. Your ceremony thing is only about an hour away. You need to get ready, have a bite to eat.”
Max struggled to his hooves, every joint aching, and blinked to see the old goat and the custodian standing over him. “I think I had a vision,” he mumbled. Looking around, he was back in the vigil room surrounded by the statues of Equestria’s founders.
“I think you were dreaming.”
“No it was a vision, I was...” He tried to gather his thoughts but his memory was already fading. “...climbing a mountain, I think, and you were there, and the princess, and Fragrant, I mean Duchess Posey.”
“Oh it was that kind of dream,” said the nanny, raising an eyebrow. “And just what were we all doing together?”
“No, it wasn’t like that, it was... oh, I don’t remember. I’m sure it was important.”
“Well that’s all well and good but we better be off. You don’t want to be late for your own ennobling, do you?”
“No, no I don’t,” said Max, shaking his legs to try and stop the pins and needles.
“Then come on,” said Mrs G, starting to butt Max towards the room’s exit. Limping slightly, he moved as directed.
Max nervously paced back and forth, sweating uncontrollably in his red jacket and brown trousers as he waited for his big moment. Fragrant had suggested having a suit made especially for the ceremony, but he preferred the one he’d bought last week. He’d only just had time to grab something to eat and change before the ceremony. He was standing in a small antechamber not far from the Selenic Cathedra itself, Luna’s throne. He had been told to wait here until summoned and that had been far too long ago, hadn’t it? Had something gone wrong? Had they forgotten about him? Had they decided there was a better pony to represent Nulpar? Had Luna reconsidered her decision in light of his actions at the inquest? Was she planning to banish him from Equestria? He shook his head try to clear the nightmarish scenarios running through it. The door creaked open and his head snapped around to watch the portal and the guards standing unmoving, seemingly carved from stone, next to it. To his surprise, Fragrant entered. She was wearing a flowing dress made of triangles of black, brown and white silk, with her mane and tail ornately braided.
He rushed over to her. “What’s the delay, what’s gone wrong?” he asked.
A smile broke through the near permanent frown she seemed to be wearing around him recently. “Max, breathe, it’s only been ten minutes.”
“Are you sure? It seems...”
“Very sure, now are you ready? You should be called in a few minutes. Do you know your lines?”
Max indicated the prompt card he had been given. His book hadn’t contained much information about the ceremony itself – it was considered a very private matter, apparently – but he had been provided with the responses he would need to make to the Princess. “I think so, but what if I get it wrong?”
“Then you will be prompted again until you get it right. It’s not that unusual to make small mistakes. I got a line wrong when I joined the court. It’s embarrassing, but not fatal.”
“Look, Duchess.” He took a deep breath. He had meant to talk to her all week, and in some way his terror had given him the courage to finally spit out what he wanted to say. “I’m sorry about last week, the inquest. I’m sorry you’ve been shackled to me.”
She stared at him for a moment. “Yes, well, it hasn’t been much of a hardship so far. You are a good pupil, Max. And maybe you were right, I should do something about the feud with Jet Stream. In her own way she was looking out for the best for Equestria. I may have been hasty in my actions on the longest day.”
“No, you did what was best for Equestria.”
“I should not have tried to trap her at the inquest. Further enmity between our families does not benefit Equestria.”
There was a quiet cough and Max looked past to see one of Luna’s personal pages standing at the door. “My Lord, Lady, it is time,” she announced.
A look of terror passed over Max’s face, and Fragrant took his hoof in hers and gave it a comforting squeeze. “Good luck,” she said, before turning and rushing from the room to take her place.
Looking rather stunned, Max watched her leave, his hoof tingling where she had touched him.
The page cleared her throat again.
“Right, um, lead on,” muttered Max.
The page bowed and walked slightly ahead of him as the two of them entered the throne room itself. The chamber was huge and was as awe inspiring as it should be, having been built and improved by the best artists of each generation for a thousand years or more. Around it hung newly spun banners showing the flag of Nulpar, a black mountain part covered in white snow with a grey sky beyond it; to Max’s embarrassment it had been based on his own cutie mark. He had tried to complain, but apparently it had all been decided before he even arrived in Canterlot. The room was filled with ponies, hundreds of them; if not all of the court, then at least the vast majority. They were seated in order of importance – the Viceroys at the front and mere Barons at the back. Each noble sat in silence, all eyes locked onto him. Max’s own eyes immediately locked onto Fragrant, standing near the front looking rather flushed after presumably having to rush to take her place. She gave him an encouraging smile. Dragging his eyes away from his mentor, Max turned to Luna who stood at the front of the chamber, just below her own throne, wearing her full ceremonial vestments. “Approach,” she announced, her words falling like blocks of lead on his ears.
Struggling to keep his legs under control, and wishing he'd used the bathroom before the ceremony, Max left his guide behind and started to walk down the centre aisle towards his monarch. As he did so the chamber seemed to telescope, with Luna getting farther and farther away as his steps echoed down the otherwise silent room. He blinked and suddenly realised he was only a few steps away from the Princess, and stopped before he walked into her.
The Alicorn of Night, Lady of Dreams, Queen of the stars, examined the pony in front of her for a moment, and Max had a strong suspicion that she didn’t like what she saw. “Kneel,” she commanded.
Almost without conscious thought, Max dropped to the ground, bowing his head so low it almost touched the ground.
“Montgomery Maximus Junior,” intoned Luna, looking down at the prostrate pony in front of her. Max’s head shot up. The princess had used his full name, only his mother knew... his eyes widened. Luna had spoken to his mother! He tried to keep down the terror growing within him. She’d probably just found his birth certificate somewhere, right?
“You have been chosen for one of the highest honours, and responsibilities, it is in my power to grant: membership of the Night Court and with it part rulership of the land of Equestria. Answer me before the throne and before your peers to be: are you worthy of this honour?”
For a moment Max’s head was completely empty; then the words came to him, almost unbidden. “I am, your majesty.”
“Do you swear to uphold and enforce the laws of Equestria, in both the light of day and the dark of night?”
“I do.” Max struggled to remember the rest for a moment. “Neither light... nor dark will blind me to my duties.”
“Do you swear to protect the ponies of Equestria with your blood, even to the last drop?”
“I do. I will die before I allow harm to befall my little ponies.” Max drew himself up a little more. This was really happening; he was responsible for the well-being of the whole of Nulpar, thousands of people. It was sobering.
“Do you swear to care for and nurture your people to provide for them like your own family?”
“I do. All that I have will be theirs, I will not eat if they do not. ” He knew it wasn’t that literal, but it brought back a memory of Greenleaves; he did need to provide help with the farms in Nulpar. It was all on his shoulders now. He hoped he was strong enough – he had to be, for the good of all of his friends.
Deep in thought, Max almost missed Luna speaking. “Who among our honoured company...” Max thought he imagined a touch of sarcasm in Luna tone; that had to be his imagination. “...is willing to stand by Montgomery Maximus Junior in the night court?” Max’s eyes widened. This hadn’t been on his prompt cards!
For a moment, there was silence. Then a feminine voice rose. “I, Duchess Fragrant Posey, will stand with him,” announced Fragrant. She made her way from her seat towards Max and took a place to his right.
Luna nodded to Fragrant. “And a second?”
“I, Baron Rolling Fields, will also stand with him,” came a weaker voice from the back of the hall. The old stallion stood and slowly limped forwards. Buttercup was not present to help him, and for a moment Max was afraid he would fall, but Rolling stood up straight and continued to march forwards, stopping at his left side. Max shuffled sideways to let Baron Fields lean on him for a moment.
“Will the two of you stand in harmony with Montgomery Maximus Junior? Will you raise this spirits even when all hope seems lost?”
“We will, your majesty,” chorused Fragrant and Rolling.
“Will you show him compassion when he is at his lowest?”
“We will, your majesty.”
“Will you stand with him and his duties, even to death?”
“We will, your majesty.”
“Will you speak truly to him when lies would be easier?”
“We will, your majesty.” Fields’ voice cracked a little, and Luna paused for a moment for the old stallion to clear his throat.
“Will you share all you have with him?”
“We will, your majesty.”
“Are there any among this august assemblage who know of any reason why Montgomery Maximus Junior should not be granted this boon? Why he is unfit to rule?” For a moment Max was sure somepony would raise an objection, but silence continued to reign.
“Then by the magic of Equestria, I accept his petition for entrance to the court.” Luna nodded to first Rolling, then Fragrant, and finally fractionally lower to Mounty.
Max looked between the two ponies standing next to him, at his friends, and thought that his heart might burst with pride.
Fragrant and Rolling took two steps back, and Luna lowered her head so that her horn touched Max’s shoulder. He felt a faint tingle through his coat, like static. “Then in the name of Equestria and all of her people, I dub you Baron Montgomery Maximus Junior of Nulpar, member of the Night Court of Equestria. May you rule wisely for as long as you live.” She raised her head and lowered her horn onto his other shoulder, then stood back.
“Arise, Baron Maximus,” she proclaimed.
Feeling a little floaty, as if this was a dream, Max slowly turned to face the assembled courtiers. To his surprise, there came a mighty roar; for a moment he thought some star beast was breaking into the castle, but then he realised it was a rousing cheer from the Night Court members behind him. Fragrant was standing not far behind him, stamping her dainty hooves and looking very proud. His face broke into a huge grin. One by one, the members of the court began to file forwards to congratulate him on his new position.
“Congratulations, Baron,” said Viceroy Night Light a little stiffly.
“I look forward to doing business with you,” said Vicereine Puissance.
A short, somewhat pudgy mare with a curly red mane, pumping his hoof enthusiastically and mouthed a greeting to him but her words could not be made out over the crowd.
As pony by pony wished him luck, their faces began to blur into one.
“Ah, Baron Max. It is good to finally talk to you in private,” said Luna, turning from her paperwork as her secretary Moneypenny lead him into her chamber. “I have great hopes for you in the future.”
“Thank you, Princess,” said Max, shifting nervously from hoof to hoof.
“There is no need to worry, I don’t bite,” said Luna with a smile. “Sit down. Do you want something to drink?” she offered.
“No, I’m fine,” said Max, remaining in place.
Luna looked around for a second. “Did you choose to bring a guest?”
“Yes, well sort of. Princess Luna...” He stepped aside to reveal a red coated unicorn colt with a dark green mane. The colt stared up at the princess with a mix of awe and fear tinged with excitement. “May I introduce Brave Heart, a citizen of Nulpar.”
Luna stared at the colt for a second, then slipped forwards off her seat and knelt to put herself more at the colt’s height. “Pleased to meet you, Brave Heart,” she said gently.
“Ha… Hi...” the colt stuttered, shifting uncomfortably in the fancy new clothes he was wearing.
“What can I do for you, Brave Heart?”
The colt looked up at Max expectantly. The older stallion cleared his throat. “He was involved in saving some foals during an avalanche. I thought talking to you would be a fitting reward.”
“What happened?”
“It was when your sister returned.” Luna’s jaw tightened slightly. “Brave Heart, his mother Tender Heart, and about a dozen other foals were buried in the snow. Tender Heart managed to get a field up in time to stop them being crushed, but she had to keep it going for a long time, and it was almost eight hours before we dug her out.”
“Momma said she needed my help to save the younger foals, she needed me to help her be strong,” said Brave Heart, looking down.
“It seems like his talent,” he indicated the heart symbol with a plus sign in it on Brave Hearts flank, “Is to lend strength to others.”
Luna considered for a moment. “Yours is a very rare and powerful mark, young one. Please, can you demonstrate?” she asked. Lowering her head slightly, her horn began to glow with a blue light. The young pony gulped, then closed his eyes for a moment, concentrating. The glow emanating from Luna flickered for a moment before growing a little brighter. “Thank you,” said Luna as she extinguished her horn. “Most impressive. You could go far. Maybe you could even join my school, here in Canterlot; they could teach you much there.”
“Thank you Princess,” said Brave Heart. “But I don’t like school much.”
The Princess gently snorted. “Many your age do not, but I think you will find that it is not as bad as you think it is. I will have to talk to your parents, of course.”
The foal flinched a little and sniffed.
Luna looked up at Max. “What happened to his mother?” she asked.
“She used up all her magic protecting the foals and exhausted herself.”
“She over channelled?” asked Luna.
“That’s what Doctor Housemartin called it.”
“She won’t wake up!” exclaimed Brave. “We tried everything.”
“The whole village has been working together to look after her, but her condition hasn’t improved,” said Max gravely.
Luna sighed sadness in her eyes. “I am sorry, but there is little even I can do in this situation.” She reached out to the child and laid an arm over his back, his form looking so small next to her own. She looked up at Max. “Is this why you brought him here?”
Max looked uneasy. “Partially. When I helped dig him and his mother out, I sort of... promised him a medal for his bravery.”
"Why, Baron, not even a day into your duties and already making such bold requests of the crown?"
“Um, I know it’s not really within my power, but I wasn’t thinking right then but, er, I think I can recommend members of my province for such honours, can’t I?”
“Indeed you can, although normally through more official channels.” Her tone was mildly disapproving. “Still, I did happen to receive such a recommendation only a few days ago, signed by a Lord Mayor Mounty Max. A relative, perhaps?” she asked with a smile. “And from what you say, Brave Heart and his mother did perform an act of great gallantry.” A circle of silvered metal with a red ribbon attached appeared floating in the air next to her. “Brave Heart, for you and Tender Heart’s act of heroism in the saving of a number of foals during an avalanche, I award the two of you jointly with the Princess's Gallantry Medal.” The medal hovered over towards the foal, but it was intercepted by his aura and pushed aside.
“I don’t want a lump of metal, it won’t hug me or tuck me in at night. I want my Momma back.” mumbled Brave, water starting to collect at the edges of his eyes.
Max looked shocked at his actions. “I’m sorry, lad, but the princess just offered you a great honour. I know it’s not easy, but you have to be brave.”
“I.. I’m tired of being brave,” cried the colt. “I don’t wanna have to be brave, I want my Momma back.” Tears dripped down his face as he started to blubber. Max stepped forwards to try and comfort the distressed colt, but Luna got there first. She held out one large blue wing. Staggering slightly, Brave Heart rushed forwards and latched onto her leg before her pinions enfolded him entirely, hiding him from view.
For several moments the two of them, goddess and child, remained entwined. Luna whispered unheard assurances to the foal.
“Please, please help my Momma,” sobbed Brave Heart. “I’ll do anything.”
A look of utter sadness passed over Luna’s face for a moment. “I am so very sorry, but I cannot.”
“But you’re the Princess, you can do anything!”
“If only that were so. There are limits to what I can do, the same as every other pony.”
“Please!”
“I will do what I can. It is not within my power to awaken your mother, but I can send my best doctors and medicines to help. I promise I shall do everything I can to make her sleep a pleasant one, for as long as I have to. When she does awake, I’m sure she will be so very proud of you, doing all you can to help her.”
The little foal staggered back, trying to wipe the tears from his eyes with a hoof.
“Tha… thank you.”
Luna once again levitated the medal and placed it over the boy’s neck. “Now remember, that is for you and your mother. Keep it safe for her.”
The colt tried to salute, resulting in him smacking his own ear with his hoof.
“And remember what I said about my school. Your talent is very special, and with some training you could go far.”
“I’ll have to ask Uncle Sure Heart,” said Brave Heart.
“I only ask that you and your family think on this. It is a big step to take, and not for everypony.”
Max stepped up and gently started to manoeuvre Brave Heart towards the door. “Why don’t you go back to Mrs Gobhar for a while? I think she has some of those toffees left.”
The prospect of the sticky treats caused Brave Heart to rush for the door, in a far better mood.
“I’m sorry,” said Max somewhat awkwardly. “For the boy, he’s had far too hard a time for the last few months.”
“Don’t be, I should thank you. I would love to live in a land where a hug and some kind words would help with any problem.” She sighed, and for a moment Max could see every year of who knows how many millennia weighing her down. Then she straightened again. “I am afraid I do not have the time to cover everything with you that I might want. However, no doubt you are a little surprised by your appointment?”
“Well, yes, your majesty. I’m a little different from the other courtiers.”
“And that is not a bad thing, Baron Max. I sometimes worry that the court is losing touch with the needs of my little ponies. Never forget where you came from, Baron.”
“I’ll try not to, your highness, but they seem like nice enough ponies. Most of them, anyway.”
Luna sighed. “Yes, most of them are, but it only takes a few bad seeds to spoil the crop. I hope I have some time before I have to plant again.”
“Your majesty?”
“Oh don’t mind me, I was just being maudlin. Just keep being like a mountain, Baron Max, and I’m sure you will go far.” A frown crossed Max’s face. That seemed familiar. “Now I am afraid I do not have much more free time. Is there anything you wanted to ask me?”
“We’ll er... there is one thing. My province’s name.”
“Nulpar?”
“Yes, why call it that?”
“I hoped you could make it live up to its name.”
“But it...”
“Means ‘Nowhere’ in Prench.”
“I know that.” Well, he did once Conn explained it to him. ”But, begging your pardon, your Majesty, I’m trying to make it a somewhere. We might be on the edge of Equestria but I’m trying to get it better connected. We’ve got some great people, we don’t deserve to be called nowhere.”
“Ah, but the term ‘nowhere’ has another meaning as well. In Hippopotamian it is utopia: the perfect place. I was hoping you could work towards that, if you can.”
“Oh.” He felt rather overwhelmed for a moment. “Well, I’ll try. I’ll try my best,” he repeated with more force.
“That’s all I can ask of any of my little ponies,” said Luna with a smile. “I’m afraid our time is up, Baron Max,” she said, leading Max towards the door. “I hope I will get to talk to you further later.”
“Thank you, your Majesty.”
“I will be watching you with interest, and I hope you and Duchess Posey don’t find each other too distracting.”
“Err, Well... I, we,” spluttered Max, quite discombobulated. Luna was grinning as she shut the door.
Max sat alone in his office, while Mrs G was showing Brave around the city. His brain was buzzing from the events of the day; the vigil, his ceremony, meeting Luna. Tiredness was starting to creep into him, but at the moment he felt on top of the world. He was here now, he thought, truly part of the court. He slowly got up and walked over to the pile of half-finished paperwork still awaiting signatures; this one an application for a permanent school, that one for funding to help with the flooding caused by the longest day. Picking one at random, he made for the door; he was an important pony now, and he was going to make sure that before he went to bed, this form would be signed by the proper authority – even if it took all night. It was time to start acting like a mountain, and nothing would stop him now.
Max sighed, resting his head on his desk and peering up at the tower of paperwork that seemed to stretch almost to the ceiling. It had been two months! Two months since he had arrived in Canterlot! The winter was over and the equinox had been yesterday and it would be summer soon, and he still had forms from his first days in court not yet completed. He shoved his chair back angrily, causing the pile to sway slightly, He raised a hoof, struck with the momentary desire to shove the whole pile over and jump up and down on its papery corpse.
“Don’t do that!” said Mrs Gobhar sharply from the other room. “Remember how long it took you to tidy it all up again last time?” Max paused and looked guiltily around his office, frowning. He stuck his head out through the door into the outer office where his assistant sat. Then he looked back in again. There was no way she could see him from that angle... how did she do that?
“I just know,” replied the goat to his unspoken question.
Can she read my mind? wondered Max.
“No, you’re just very bad at hiding what you're thinking,” said Mrs G, looking up from her work for the first time. With a sigh, she took off her glasses and stared at him with her slitted eyes. “You’re not going to get anything done in this mood, you know.”
Max sighed. “I know. I’m bored!” he moaned.
“You’d think that running the country would be exciting enough for you.”
They both knew it wasn’t anything like as exciting as Max had once thought. Back home, if he wanted to fix a wall, he’d go out, scrounge up some bricks, ask a few friends for help, and fix the wall. Here you had to fill in your own weight in paperwork, lose it all, find it again, recycle it as firelighters, debate it for 6 months, then get three estimates on the cost before you could even consider starting such work. By that time the wall would have fallen down and you’d have to start the whole process again, only with different paperwork this time. Then, even when you thought you’d done something good, you’d find out you might have done it wrong.
Upon his suggestion, Fragrant’s disaster relief committee had visited some of the local communities affected by the Longest Day. Communities damaged by the riots that had broken out as ponies panicked about the midnight sun, and those that had been affected by various weather faults caused by the extended daylight. Once they had seen the equine face of the disaster, the committee had quickly started passing out aid. It had all seemed to work. Then Viceroy Night Light had congratulated him on his subtle manipulation of the committee. When Max had asked the Viceroy what he meant, he had looked surprised and pointed out that the committee could only visit nearby sites, and thus the relief was mostly concentrated around Canterlot, with the outer provinces - such as Nulpar - getting less, if any at all. Max had never meant for that to happen!
He knew even Fragrant found the bureaucracy taxing sometimes, he’d walked in on her after her cloud export bill had been delayed on a technicality. The normally demure mare had been swearing like a sailor, he’d had to look up what some of the words she used meant. It had been quite educational, he didn’t know pegasi could do that with clouds.
He sighed as he thought of Duchess Posey. She had returned to Cloudsdale to spend the holiday with her family and was not due to return until tomorrow, but he missed her. In the time since the Princess had made him her squire, they had slipped into an easy pattern. They would normally meet up for ‘breakfast’, held in the late afternoon due to the court’s nocturnal schedule, to discuss their day’s plans. Then off to committee meetings, he still sat in on her’s when possible, and he had joined his first, Transport Infrastructure in the southern border provinces. Not immediately relevant to him, but it was to do with transport and was somewhere to start. Then, if possible, lunch together and off to court to take part in any important votes, followed by paperwork for a few hours, before she insisted he provide a report of what he’d done that day. She was still highly critical of his work, but he felt she was starting to grudgingly accept his skills; in fact they often stayed together once he’d completed his ‘homework’ to just chat for a while about their lives and plans... well, Max did most of the talking, but Fragrant seemed interested in what he said and she was starting to open up a bit about her own life. It was nice; a niggling part of him wanted it to be something more, but he clamped down on that most of the time. There was no way she’d feel the same. Anyway, without her about, he felt a little lost.
“Hello? Equestria to Max!” called Mrs G.
Max shook himself. He realised he’d gotten lost in thought. “Sorry. What was that?”
“I said, you’re not going to get any work done while you’re like this. Go do something else for an hour or so.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know - play hoofball with some of the pages, plot to overthrow the princess, read to underprivileged foals, climb a mountain. Just sort your head out. And bring me back some donuts when you’re done, I’m feeling peckish.”
Max grinned. The old goat had taken a liking to the fancy pastries served in the castle, and tried them at every opportunity. “Will do, Mrs G,” said Max, watching her return to her work. He worried for a moment that there might be too much to do for just one goat; Fragrant had a whole host of assistants to run her office, but she was much more important than he was. He filed the idea away for future consideration as he left the office. He could probably do with a break, but what to do? He considered for a moment. With no Fragrant, his options seemed a little limited. Maybe he should try to make a few more friends? He only really knew a hoof full of courtiers in any depth; despite working together, most of them seemed rather standoffish. And a few guards... ah ha! That was it! He could see if the guards’ training grounds were free. He’d managed to get access to the guards’ gymnasium and the climbing gear there; it was a good way to stay fit and keep his skills sharp. Despite Canterlot being on top of a mountain, it was surprisingly hard to get in some decent climbing. An hour or so’s workout would let him burn off some energy and hopefully settle his mind. With this plan in mind, he headed off towards the relevant section of the castle.
Max was making his way through the maze of corridors that made up the castle. Even in two months he’d probably only passed through a tenth of them, if that; there were tales of courtiers who had gotten lost for days, if not months. He was passing by a cluster of offices when he recognised a familiar face. Buttercup Fields was making her way in the other direction, saddlebags full of paperwork. Max frowned. There was no sign of her father; that was unusual. “Buttercup!” he called.
The young mare turned and gave him a wan smile as she noticed him. “Good evening, Max,” she replied.
“Evening, how is your father?” he asked.
“He... he’s at home. He’s not feeling well today.”
“Oh, I am sorry.” The old stallion’s health seemed to fluctuate; he had seemed fine when Max had last seen him a few days ago, but there had been times when he could hardly stand.
“I’m sure he’ll be fine,” said Buttercup, her smile not quite reaching her eyes. “It’s just a cold.”
“Is there something I can do to help?” asked Max, indicating the paperwork on her back.
“No, thank you for offering, but I can do this myself.”
“Well if you’re sure...” began Max.
“I’m sure, but thank you again, you’re a good friend.” She impulsively leaned forwards and gave him a quick hug and maybe it was his imagination but he thought he felt a trace of a nuzzle as well.
He was a bit taken aback by her reaction. “Well, if you ever want to talk or need a hoof, I’m always around. I’m sure your father will be better soon.”
“I know... I hope... I get worried about him, you see. He’s old, and someday he’s not going to be there anymore, and I don’t want to worry about that, and he doesn’t want me to worry, but I do, and... this morning he thought I was my mother. He said it was a joke, but... but it wasn’t… his memory...” her voice broke and she began to sniff.
Max leaned into her again. “I understand,” he said. “My mother had an accident a few years ago, and it...” he swallowed. “It looked bad, and I thought about what it would be like without her. You just have to make the most of the time you have.”
Buttercup dried her eyes. “I... I think I understand. I want there to be as much time with him as possible.”
“Look, would you like a drink or something?” offered Max. “We could talk some more, if you want.”
“No, no thank you. I need to get this work done; the wheels of government don’t stop just because dad is sick.”
“If you’re sure?” said Max. He suspected that Buttercup already did much of Rolling Fields’ work as it was. She was always there, quietly in the background, but she didn’t miss much.
“Yes, thank you again. You’re a good pony, Baron Max.”
“Well I try,” said Max, as Buttercup turned and made her way off into the castle. It was sad about Baron Fields; the old stallion and his daughter were some of his closest friends in Canterlot. He hoped the Baron would be better soon, but he was elderly; such things were to be expected. Maybe he should write to his mother again. It had only been a few days since his last letter, but he wanted to keep in touch.
Sighing to himself, Max continued towards the gym, feeling morose. He was just at a door when a voice called out to him. “Baron Max!” Max looked around in surprise to see a heavily muscled tan unicorn with a brown and red mane approaching him, flanked by a second - smaller but wiry and dangerous looking - stallion.
“Oh, Archduke Fisher,” said Max nervously. He’d seen the Archduke about court, but this was the first time they had really spoken. Max felt rather intimidated. Posey’s opinion of him seemed somewhat mixed; she was impressed by his ability to actually get things done at court, but was less than happy with the way he achieved his aims. ‘Breaking far too many eggs making the omelette’ was the way she had put it; they had been eating breakfast at the time.
“I’ve been looking for you,” announced the noble, striding closer. “I need to talk to you about this report you’ve made to the Ministry of War.” He held out a piece of paper covered in Mrs G’s spidery mouth writing.
“What about it?” asked Max, peering at the paper. It seemed to be something about the population of Nulpar and their employment.
“It’s not good enough! There is a mistake!”
“Where?”
“There, look, number of province guard - zero. How can you forget to mention the ponies who protect you?” He snorted angrily.
Max frowned. Province guard were the - often part time - forces raised by the nobility to protect their lands; at times of war they were folded into the armed forces. He supposed, now that Nulpar was a province, he should found a unit, but it hardly seemed to be a major priority. “No, that’s correct. I haven't had time to create a guard yet.”
“Not had time! Surely you recognise how important this is, given the recent situation? Corona’s return means that none of our provinces can be without protection. Don’t you at least have a militia or some such you can promote until you can train proper forces?”
“Not really. Sadlzburg and some of the larger settlements have part time sheriffs and maybe a bounty hunter or two, but we’re fairly peaceful - apart from a few rowdy drunks, we don’t have any problems.”
“What about smugglers or bandits?” said Fisher, narrowing his eyes.
“We don’t get many smugglers, well more than once anyway. There are easier places to try and cross the border, and there’s not much traffic to raid.” Max felt he should stand up for his province’s honour. “When there have been problems, the whole community has banded together to deal with the troublemakers, but it’s not been necessary in my lifetime.”
Fisher mumbled something under his breath that sounded like ‘weak’, before sighing. “Very well, Baron Max. I will have to look into this matter further; it may be necessary to move some units into your lands if you will not protect them yourself.”
Max’s ears shot up at that; when not on a war footing, the armed forces acted as civil engineers and might actually help his plan for a network of roads in Nulpar. He had discussed the idea with Fragrant, but she had pointed out that it would become the province’s responsibility to feed and house the troops. The unit would thus be a serious drain on its limited resources. At the time they had decided to look into the matter later.
Fisher looked up at the door to the gym. “Anyway, what brought you here?”
Max was dragged out of his thoughts and looked around in surprise. “I was going to try and get some exercise,” he managed.
“As was I. At least you are trying to keep yourself fighting fit. There are many others around here who do not put in the effort. Still, these facilities are supposed to be for guards, which you are not,” said Fisher, narrowing his eyes.
“Oh, um, I talked to some of the guard and they don’t mind,” said Max, shying away slightly. He wasn’t entirely sure how proper that agreement was, really. Then he realised something. “Wait, you were going to use the gym as well! You’re not a guard!”
“We,” he indicated himself and his bodyguard, “are in the reserves; we have to be prepared at all times.”
“Ah, I guess that is all right then,” mumbled Max as the three of them walked into the training area. It was empty of other ponies.
Quickly separating himself from the Archduke and his guard, Max made his way over to the climbing wall. It was designed to have adjustable sections to provide a range of environments and difficulties; it even had boulders stacked on top which should be dropped on anypony trying to climb it. He didn’t feel like spending the time to set that up so he left it as it was. After a few warm up exercises, he started to strap on his safety harness. He didn’t usually use such protection in the field, but it would be stupid to hurt himself just practicing. Once he was secure, he started to scramble up the wall, his hooves questing for a grip as he went.
Halfway up the wall, he looked back to see that Fisher and his guard had strapped on thick padding and were sparring. Fisher was wielding a warhammer, while the other pony had chosen an axe. Neither stallion seemed to be going easy on the other, and the weapons clashed again and again in the unicorn’s auras; at the same time they also struck out at each other with their hooves. Max was very glad he wasn’t involved in the fight. The blows were traded almost faster than Max could perceive; while Fisher’s style was cold and methodical, his bodyguard’s was more fluid and aggressive. The two ponies seemed well matched and the fight continued for several minutes, finally ending when a swing from Fisher’s hammer knocked his opponent’s axe back for a moment. This distracted the smaller stallion and allowed a jab from Fisher’s right hoof to connect, driving him back, which in turn allowed his employer to follow up with a further blow from his weapon, knocking the other stallion off his hooves. The felled pony snarled for a moment, and Max thought the fight might continue, but then the guard calmed himself with some effort and got to his hooves, bowing to his master.
Fisher wiped his brow and turned to watch with interest as Max clambered to the top of the wall among the rocks stored up there. “I suppose climbing must be the only way to get to some of the settlements in your province,” he said.
“Yes,” replied Max, happy to be on a safer topic. “There’s some places, like the Eyrie, that are almost impossible for non-flyers to get to.”
“The Eyrie?” asked Fisher with a frown.
“It’s a griffin township, up near the Broken Backs. They mostly keep to themselves, but Bloodstrike is...”
“Griffins!” snarled Fisher. “What are they doing on our side of the border?”
Max craned his neck to look down at their minister of war. “Their ancestors came over almost a century ago now. There was some political upheaval and they got exiled or something. It was a long time ago - they’ve been good neighbours since.”
“A century?” said Fisher, narrowing his eyes. “That would be the attempted overthrow of King Bismark. The rebels were reported to support war with Equestria,” he muttered. “Why didn’t you tell me of this?”
“Tell you of what? They’re Equestrian citizens.” Max did not like where this was going. “I went to Bloodstrike’s wedding for the princess’s sake.”
“They could be a fifth column within Equestria for all we know.”
“What! They’re Equestrians!”
“Really? What kind of name is Bloodstrike then? Does that sound Equestrian to you?”
“Her father’s name, she took it on when she became mayor, some tradition or other. Her birth name is Southern Breeze - her father gave her an Equestrian name - and her chicks are named Gentle and Gusty.”
“Hum, trying to blend in with the locals. Even if they don’t mean us harm, they should be interrogated for anything they know about the current disposition of the kingdoms. I’ll send some investigators as soon as I have the time. I’ll expect the cooperation of your people, of course.”
“No!” cried Max. It took him a moment to realise what he’d just said.
“What was that!” said Fisher his eyes flashing.
Max had an image of armed pegasi swooping down on the Eyrie, Gentle and Gusty crying in panic as they were grabbed and dragged away from their mother. “I said no! You won’t do anything to them - none of them were even alive when they left the kingdoms, they don’t know anything!”
“That is for me to find out. And you do not have the power to stop me in military, or any other matters, Baron Max.”
“I’ll tell Duchess Posey!”
“Yes, why don’t you hide behind your teacher’s skirts? There is nothing she can do either - not that she would, she is all talk. You know, she almost impressed me when she took over during the longest night, but then all she did was keep the ‘peace’. She should have declared martial law to prepare to prepare Equestria for the conflict. Her pussyfooting around could have cost us dearly. She is weak.”
Seeing red, Max leapt from the top of the wall, the safety rope gently lowering him to the ground next to Fisher. “She is not!” he insisted. “And you will do nothing to the Eyrie. It is in my province, they are my people, they are my friends.”
“And you think you can protect them?”
“I do. I will die before I allow harm to befall my little ponies,” replied Max, quoting one of his initiation oaths.
“They are not ponies,” replied Fisher, sounding bored.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Huh, it seems you have some fire in your belly after all, Baron Max. Would you care to put your money where your mouth is, as they say? Prove to me that you are willing to fight for your people.”
“How?” asked Max, caution starting to break through his righteous indignation.
“Spar with me, show me that you can stand against me, for... let’s say three minutes without surrendering or getting pinned for a count of three. Then I will consider changing my mind.” He smiled nastily. “Unless you want to go running back to Duchess Posey and tell her the nasty Archduke was mean to you?” Behind Fisher, his guard laughed.
Swallowing hard, Max considered. He’d never been in a serious fight before and he’d already seen how skilled Fisher was. He doubted he had a chance, but what option did he have? “You’re on,” he announced.
Fisher actually looked a little surprised. “Very well, choose your weapon.” He gestured towards a case containing the various practice weapons.
As Fisher’s guard started to strap padded armour onto him, Max glanced at the selection. There were swords, spears, axes, hammers, maces and other weapons Max didn’t even recognise, none of which he had any idea how to use. In the end he chose a pair of armoured boots on his fore hooves; it seemed the simplest choice available to him. He tried a few experimental punches. Max winced as the guard pulled the last of the straps tight, and he pranced around for a moment, trying to get used to the feel of the bulky armour.
“Are you ready?” asked Fisher, swinging his hammer around in his aura.
“Err?” mumbled Max, staring at the heavy hammer Fisher carried in his aura.
“Oh, don’t worry, Baron, it is enchanted to reduce its mass and thus damage. I would have to work quite hard to seriously hurt you with it,” he said with a grin.
Max took a deep breath and tried not to shake. This was probably a very stupid idea. “Very well, I’m ready.”
“Volk,” commanded Fisher. His guard turned a large hourglass, signalling the start of the Match. Fisher took a step forwards and bowed slightly to Max, not taking his eyes off of his opponent. Max did likewise, almost staggering in his unfamiliar armour. As the seconds ticked past, the two stallions circled, each trying to get a measure of the other.
Fisher was the first to act. With a flash of his horn, he swung his hammer in a large arc. Max swung his hoof up and knocked the weapon away, but the attack was a feint, and Fisher glided up to his opponent’s unprotected side and struck out with a blow Max felt through his padding, sending him tumbling across the floor. Rather than following up, Fisher stepped back and allowed Max to get to his hooves. “You know you can surrender whenever you want,” he taunted.
Not wasting his breath with a reply, Max stepped forwards and clumsily swung his a hoof at Fisher, who effortlessly blocked it. He then swung his own weapon back, forcing Max to stagger back, almost falling. A further blow from the archduke’s hooves and Max once again found himself lying on the ground. This time, Fisher leapt onto his opponent and attempted to pin him, to end the contest quickly. Max desperately rolled aside, his hooves slipping on the mat before he got a grip. He had only just gotten up before a blow from Fisher’s weapon caught him on the side, driving the air from his lungs even through the padding. The Archduke rushed forwards again and pushed down on Max, trying to keep him from standing.
“One,” declared the bodyguard, starting to count Max out. Max forced himself to breathe and scrambled with all four legs to try to dislodge his opponent.
“Two.” Max managed to get his hind legs under Fisher, and with a grunt pushed the stallion off of him. Fisher gave a grimace of pain and rolled, rising smoothly to his hooves and turning back to his opponent, who had just managed to stand again, breathing hard. Max’s eyes flickered to the timer. Just under half of the sand was now in the lower vessel.
Starting to look annoyed, Fisher moved forwards again, swinging his hammer in front of him in order to force Max to back away. Trying to duck under the weapon, Max struck out with his hooves again, missing Fisher’s face by several inches. The return blow caught him on the side of his head above the eye and almost flipped him over, but he staggered back up before Fisher could try to pin him again.
Fisher snarled in frustration for a moment, then seemed to force himself to calm down. He struck out with his hammer again and again in a calculated pattern. Max managed to block the first with his gloves, the force almost knocking him over, and just managed to duck the second. The rest struck home, knocking him from side to side, with the last driving him to the ground and making his head spin.
For a second Max laid there, considering just giving up, just to make the hurting stop. But no! It was his responsibility to protect his people - to protect Posey - and he wasn’t going to surrender while he still drew breath! He grunted as Fisher leapt onto his back, pinning him.
“One,” intoned Volk with a grin, clearly enjoying the spectacle.
Max squirmed under Fisher, but the other stallion kept a firm grip. “Two.”
Max swung out a wild hoof, the glove catching Fisher on the snout and causing him to shy back for a moment, allowing Max to roll away and stagger to his hooves. One of his eyes was beginning to swell, and he felt like one big bruise under the padding. Glancing over, Max noted that there was almost a minute of the conflict remaining. There was no way he could hold out that long. He had to think of something.
Fisher got back to his hooves, his nose bleeding slightly. He wiped the blood away with a hoof and set himself to charge at his rival, weapon hovering next to him. Max looked at him for a moment before throwing his weapons aside, turning tail and running for the far end of the gym. “Coward!” snarled Fisher, giving chase. “Is this how you’ll protect your people? By running away?”
Not listening, Max leapt for the wall and the grips on it. Despite the weight of his armour, he scurried up it as quickly as he legs could carry him. A moment later, Fisher came to a stop at the foot of the wall. “Not a good strategy,” he noted, “when I have certain options not open to you.” He levitated the hammer up after Max, swinging blow after blow on his body. Max just held on as much as he could, with his hooves and on occasion his teeth. From below, Fisher’s grunts became more and more frustrated as the earth pony seemed to be able to absorb his every attack. Finally, Max reached the top of the wall, and he had nowhere else to go. Fisher’s weapon followed, and he was forced to duck and dodge while trying to maintain his grip. He had hoped to have been able to use the boulders stored up here for cover, but his opponent was too skilled with his aura. The only way seemed to be down, thought Max. Then he paused. Maybe that was the answer. Fisher drew back his hammer for a final mighty blow to dislodge Max when the Baron leapt for the hammer, wrapping his fetlocks around it for a second.
Fisher instinctively tried to rip the weapon from his opponent's grasp before cutting his aura to allow Max to fall, but the few seconds was enough for Max to flip around the hammer and fly hooves outstretched towards the Archduke. About half way down, Max decided that this was one of the stupidest things he had ever done, as he saw Fisher’s eyes grow large beneath him. Max let out a scream as he landed on the Archduke; his padded form turned out to be lumpier than Max had expected. A flailing hoof struck out and slammed into the unicorn’s horn, causing him to cry out in pain. His hammer thudded to the ground some distance away. Stunned for a moment, Fisher’s head dropped back.
Volk’s mouth hung open for a moment before he rushed over to carry out his duty. “Two,” he started. Fisher’s eyes cleared and flashed with anger. He grabbed at Max and threw him aside, causing Max’s head to slam into the ground hard. Max, totally disorientated, couldn’t stop the Archduke as he pinned him again, locking all four of his limbs in place with some sort of hold, which made his joint scream out in pain.
“One, two, three,” counted Volk with a grin. “Fisher wins in…” He turned to the timer and his face fell.
“What is it?” snarled Fisher landing a final blow on Max, who was still struggling beneath him. He turned to the hour glass. All the sand was now in the lower chamber. Max had won.
Trying to keep to the shadows, Max limped his way back to his office. After his ‘victory’, and his body certainly didn’t feel like it was a victory, he had laid on the practice mat for a long time waiting for the world to stop spinning. Fisher and his bodyguard had left quickly, the Archduke muttering something unpleasant-sounding under his breath, leaving Max alone. When he finally felt up to it, he had dragged himself to his hooves and slowly stripped off the padded armour. He supposed it had done its job as he wasn’t actually dead, but his whole body felt like one big bruise; his grey coat covered the worst of it, but some patches of darkened skin were showing. More obviously, his right eye was almost swollen closed. He didn’t feel like explaining to anypony what had happened to him, and luckily the corridors seemed to be more or less clear of ponies. He would have to face Mrs G’s wrath for his stupidity once he got to his office, but if he was lucky she’d have something that he could use to cover his injuries long enough to sneak home. He wasn’t looking forward to how stiff he’d feel tomorrow.
Finally he found himself outside his office, for once glad it was away from the main throughways of the castle. He pushed open the door and entered, trying to stand tall, although that only caused a further wave of pain to flow through him. Mrs Gobhar’s head turned to him and her slitted eyes widened. To Max’s surprise, there was another pony in the office. Duchess Posey turned to greet him. “Ah, Baron Max,” she began before her eyes widened and a look of shock filled her face. “Mou... Mounty,” she stammered - he didn’t think she’d used his first name before - “You... you’re, what happened?” Wings outstretched, she literally flew the few feet to him before stopping, seemingly unsure whether to touch him or not.
“It’s not as bad as it looks,” he began, trying to put on a brave face. “I just had a bit of an accident.”
“Accident!” She reached out with a leg touching his barrel; her hoof came back spotted with red. “You’re bleeding!” Without pause, she reached out with her mouth and tore off a strip from the lacy sky blue dress she was wearing today, and padded at the injury with it. This was probably the only time he’d seen the normally composed pegasus panicking, though Max. He didn’t like it.
“It’s nothing. Some of the straps were a little tight and they dug in.”
“Straps?” said Mrs G, gently pushing the distressed pegasus aside and examining her employer’s injuries. “I only told you to blow off some steam for a while. What have you been doing to yourself?” She prodded Max gently with a hoof, causing him to wince.
“I’m sorry, I forgot about the donuts, Mrs G.”
“Those can wait, dear. Now get up on the desk so I can have a look at you,” she ordered. Max complied, trying not to mess up the paperwork. “What happened?”
“Um... I might have gotten into a bit of a fight.”
“A fight!” squeaked Fragrant. “With whom?”
“Archduke Fisher,” replied Max, trying to grin. Even that hurt at the moment.
“Fisher!” exclaimed Fragrant, a bit of fire starting to return to her. “Max! What have you been doing?”
“Um, he started it?” The Duchess glared at him, looking distinctly unimpressed. “He was threatening my people - he said he’d interrogate the griffins. Then he challenged me to spar. I couldn’t tell him no, I’d have looked like a coward.”
“Max, Fisher is the head of the Ministry of War. He used to be a member of the armed forces; he’s probably one of the most physically dangerous courtiers.” She snorted, then her voice became gentle again. “He could have really hurt you.”
Mrs G finished her examination. “Honestly, Billys,” she sighed, “I’d expect this sort of thing from Brian, but you’re supposed to have a brain in your head.” She gently tapped Max on the forehead. “Did you at least sort out whose was bigger?”
“Bigger? Oh! Well, I guess I beat him, I guess.” To his surprise, Max found he actually felt good about that, despite the disapproving glares of the two mares. “He thought he’d beat me in a few minutes, but I turned out to be tougher than he thought.”
“Well you were lucky,” said Mrs G. “I don’t think he did you any serious harm. I’ll see if I can get the ingredients for my ointment; that should deal with the worst bruises.” Max made a face. The balm worked, but it smelt like dung and sometimes made patches of his coat fall out. “We should get something for your eye.”
Stepping back slightly, Fragrant closed her eyes and hummed for a moment as her necklace glowed for a moment. The temperature in the crowded office seemed to spike, and her feathers began to frost over. She rubbed her wings together to produce a snowball. “Here, try this.” Max shuddered as she caressed his throbbing flesh with her icy pinions.
“Thanks,” muttered Max, taking the ice in his hoof. He felt Fragrant’s feathers gently slide across his bruised muzzle.
“It is really not seemly for nobles to be brawling like common thugs. It’s not like you were hurt protecting Equestria from Corona - it was just a primitive chest beating contest! I know Fisher threatened your people, but he was just trying to bait you. You should have just walked away, Max,” scolded Fragrant.
“He called you weak as well,” Max pointed out.
“Well, clearly you should have knocked his head off then,” said Fragrant dryly. “As I told you before, I can fight my own battles.”
“I know,” mumbled Max, feeling chastised. “But you’ve done so much for me, I had to stand up for you,” he mumbled. Then he perked up slightly. “Why are you here anyway? I didn’t think you would be back until later.”
“I got away a little earlier than planned, and my carriage found a favourable wind. I only arrived about half an hour ago, so I thought I would see how you were doing before unpacking.” She looked a little confused for a moment. “And stop trying to change the subject! I am still angry with you!”
“Sorry!”
“You should be. Now, I should see how my office is in my absence. I will be back in a while to see how you are.” As she turned to the door, Mrs G stopped her with a gentle hoof.
“This Fisher, is he the type to hold a grudge?” she whispered.
“Yes, I’m afraid he is. If he feels someone is a threat to Equestria, he won't stop until they’ve been dealt with.”
“And you’re going to try and deal with him.” It was hardly a question.
Fragrant considered for a moment. “Yes, I believe I can make him back off, for a while.”
“Good. Call me when you go and face him.”
She frowned at the nanny who calmly regarded her. What could the old goat do to help? Could she put some sort of curse on the Archduke? She’d heard stories of goats doing such things, but never believed them. “Very well,” she said uncertainly.
“Good,” announced Mrs G out loud. “Now you stay here, Max, and I’ll see about getting you something for your bruises. Maybe you can start on your paperwork.”
Max glanced into his office at the pile of paper on the desk - which seemed to have grown while he was away - and scowled. He thought he might have been better off going another round with Fisher.
Max awoke the next afternoon and regretted it immediately. Every part of his body either ached or was almost entirely numb, and they seemed to switch between the two states at random. It took him almost twenty minutes just to roll himself off of his bed and onto his hooves. Even then, the best he could manage was a stiff-limbed gait to slowly move across the room.
He had finally moved out of the hotel a few weeks ago and purchased a home of his own. It was about the size of the town hall back at Sadlzberg. Fragrant had worried that the place would not be big enough for his needs, but he didn’t think he would be using a ballroom any time soon, and the dining room could still seat a dozen ponies if he did need a hold a party. Plus, although he didn’t want to tell the Duchess, the place taxed his finances as it was. His family owned a good deal of the best land around Sadlzberg, and most of the farmers paid him rent so he was fairly rich, but Canterlot was an expensive place to live. He couldn’t have afforded it as it was, but Fragrant had run him through how to apply for various grants open for night court staff in the city. Even so, he had hardly been able to afford this place on the fourth tier of the city, amongst the city’s middle class residents. Fragrant had been worried that this position would affect his standing at court, but Max was sure they’d be able to look past something as petty as his postcode.
He staggered through the house to the bathroom to look at himself in the mirror. He wasn’t a pretty sight; much of his body was swollen with dark marks showing through his coat. His eye, although better than yesterday, was still blackened. He waddled into the shower and turned the temperature up to as high as he could stand, and gritted his teeth as the near-scalding water slowly unknotted his muscles until he could move more or less freely again. Turning back to the mirror, he wiped off the condensation. He didn’t look much better. He’d better cover himself up, lest he scare the rest of the court. Turning back to his room, he painfully took out his suit and began to crawl into it. He wished Mrs G, or maybe Fragrant, was here to help him dress. It was a few moments until he could get the image of the latter out of his head. As for the former, well… Mrs G had her own place now, he reminded himself; she was renting on the seventh tier in a mostly goat area. Max had offered her a place in his house - he had two spare bedrooms after all - but she said she wanted her privacy in case she had billy callers, which had made Max squirm uncomfortably at the thought.
Now with his clothes covering the worst of his injuries, Max left his new house and started the long painful walk up the city towards the castle. At this rate he was going to be late; no breakfast with Posey today, he thought with a heavy heart.
To his surprise, he was the first at the office despite his slow rate of movement. Something must have delayed Mrs G; she was normally here first, even if he arrived on time. He kneeled painfully and took the post in his mouth before staggering over to his desk. It looked like Piste’s weekly report had arrived, as well as some other post from home. He was just about to start reading when there was a knock on the door.
“Come in,” he yelled. He didn’t want to have to get up and open it himself.
The door opened to reveal a young guard. He opened his mouth to speak, then caught sight of Max’s eye and gaped.
“Can I help you?” asked Max with a frown.
“Err, yes sir,” said the guard, shaking away his surprise. “There as a visitor at the gate for you, sir, a, um, goat. She says she knows you.”
“Mrs Gobhar?”
“That’s what she said her name was. She said she worked here but she didn’t have an identity spell on her.”
“Oh, this again?” asked Max. The spells the guard used to identify night court staff had not been designed for goats and their manaphagus metabolisms. Magic that would last a year or more on a pony was absorbed in only a few weeks by goats; Mrs G had had to have her’s replaced twice already. Some of the guards were apparently looking into it, but hadn’t come up with a solution yet. He wondered how the other goat servants he occasionally saw about the place coped.
“You need me to sign her in, then?”
“Yes sir, sorry sir.”
“No problem,” said Max, wincing as he got to his hooves. He was starting to lock up again.
The two of them trotted through the castle to the front gate, where Mrs G was standing patiently - looking very small compared to the burly guards flanking her.
“That’s my assistant, officer,” confirmed Max. “Sorry about this, Mrs G.”
“Not a problem, dear,” said the nanny.
The guards relaxed slightly. “I’m afraid there is a problem,” noted an officer,”There isn’t currently anyone on duty who can cast an identification spell over your servant’s... abnormalities.”
Max frowned. Mrs G was perfectly normal for a goat. “Is there something you can do temporarily? We’ve got quite a bit to do.”
“I’ve got quite a bit to do, you mean!” said Mrs G.
“Well, we could give her an ID card for the moment, but she’ll need to be properly enchanted in the morning.”
“That should work fine for the moment. Hoof it over,” said the nanny.
The guard looked back and forth between Mrs G and Max. The latter shrugged and nodded. The guard withdrew a small carved wooden block on a ribbon and passed it over to the goat, who placed it over her neck. “Thanks,” she said.
“Can we go now, officer?” asked Max.
“Yes sir,” confirmed the guard with a salute.
It didn’t take long for Max and Mrs G to make it back to their office, and for the Nanny to get back to work. Max tried to do the same, but once again found it hard to concentrate.
“You’ve got this evening more or less free, don’t you?” called Mrs G, looking up at the clock. “Your committee meeting was cancelled.”
“Yes,” agreed Max slowly, not sure where this was going. Viceroy Night Light had been meant to speak to Max’s committee this evening, but he had cancelled due to some sort of family emergency; he’d heard rumours the Viceroy’s daughter had been arrested for something. He hoped they were unfounded, as he quite liked Night Light, the little he’d seen of him. The committee chairman had thus decided to cancel the meeting and reschedule.
“Well, I’ve got something for you to do to keep yourself out of mischief. I was talking to my landlady, Caragh, and she told me her eldest, Malachi, was looking for work… he’s just gotten married, already gotten a kid on the way as well.” Her eyes started to look a little distant.
“Um, what can I do about that?” asked Max. “I don’t think we need any more help right now.”
“No, but he apparently applied for a post with the post office, but they turned him down.”
“Not something I can help with, if he didn’t get the job he’ll just have to try again later.”
“Ah, but look at this letter.” The old nanny produced a crumpled note and unrolled it on the table. “We regret to inform you that although you meet the minimum requirement for this position, interest has been particularly high, and we have decided in this situation not to give you an interview,” she read.
“That seems perfectly normal to me. I still don’t see what I can do.”
“Ah, but look here.” She pulled out a thick book entitled ‘rules and regulations of the Equestrian Postal Service, volume 12, employment’ and carefully tongued through the pages. “Anypony who reaches the minimum requirements for a role must be given an interview,” she quoted again.
Max squinted at the text. There certainly did seem to be mix up somewhere. “You’re right, but shouldn’t Malachi raise this himself?”
“That’s what I said, but the kid doesn’t want to rock the boat. He, and I, think it might be better coming from you.”
“Well, if you think so,” began Max.
“Plus it’ll get you and that,” she pointed to his bruised eye, “out of court for a while. It might be an idea to keep out of sight until you heal.”
Max considered this. He supposed it made sense; it was a bit embarrassing how he’d gotten the black eye, and he didn’t want rumours to start to circulate. Maybe it was an idea to lay low for a while. “Ok,” he agreed. “I’ll go and talk to someone at the post office about it, then.”
It was gone midnight by the time Fragrant decided to confront Fisher about his altercation with Max. Long enough to allow her to come up with a reasonable plan, and hopefully long enough for Fisher’s immediate rage to subside while still soon enough to forestall any longer term plans Fisher might be putting in place. She had Notebook arrange a meeting with the Archduke, and as agreed collected Mrs Gobhar shortly before the appointment. She was surprised that Max had not been in his office, but Mrs G mentioned he was out running an errand, whatever that might be. What the old goat planned to do when they saw Fisher, she didn’t know. She hadn’t really interacted with any other goats and Mrs G seemed harmless, but she knew that her people survived in harsh conditions - maybe she had a trick or two up her sleeve.
“Don’t worry about me, dear,” said the goat, apparently picking up on Fragrant’s nervousness. “I skipped breakfast,” she said with a wink.
Fragrant frowned at this apparent non sequitur. Was it some sort of goat proverb?
The two of them arrived at Fisher’s office, or more accurately the wing that contained Fisher’s office. His position as the head of multiple ministries, coupled with Corona’s recent return, had resulted in a whole block of the castle being turned over to his people; rows of bureaucrats working away and several offices of guard personnel discussing the ongoing attempt to locate the Solar Tyrant, along with other pressing issues. The setup was at least partially designed to intimidate visitors, and Fragrance had to admit that it worked to an extent; she had visited enough times in the past that she was used to it.
She had to ask herself why she was putting so much effort into helping Max. It was his own stupid fault this situation had occurred. Accepting Fisher’s challenge - what had he been thinking? That he was protecting his people and her honour, apparently, another part of herself thought. It was stupid, it was impetuous, it was noble, it was sweet, it was... Max. Plus he was her responsibility; the princess herself had decreed that she had to teach him how to behave in court, and not to get into a fight with the minister of war should have been an obvious lesson. If only she had returned from visiting her family a little earlier, then this whole thing could have been avoided, but she had left earlier than she had planned as it was because... because she had felt out of sorts without Max to talk to. It had felt odd not to have him to talk to, to bounce ideas off of, to listen to his stories of Nulpar, even for only a few days. What was wrong with her?
Fragrant was drawn from her thoughts by the arrival of a page who told them that Fisher was free to talk to them now, and led them to the war minister’s personal office. Mrs G drew a few querying glances as she walked by, and several unicorns seemed to give them a wide berth, but she ignored them.
The outer part of Fisher’s office was spartan; the walls were almost entirely unadorned apart from a large map of Equestria on one wall, various markers indicating the position of military units throughout the land. The furniture was robust and simple. As they arrived, Fisher was talking to another noble, Baroness Thornbush. “Ah, Duchess,” he announced as she arrived. “Just one moment.” He returned to his previous conversation. “Now, take those papers to Builder and explain to him that I expect a reduced estimate if he wants that grant next month.” Thornbush bobbed in place for a moment then took the papers and left, the page following her. “Now Duchess, what was it you wanted to talk about? Your servant was rather vague about the details.”
Fragrant took a deep breath and straightened her outfit. It was a grey colour and cut in the style of an ancient Pegasopolis officer’s tunic; she hoped the implication was not lost on Fisher, as she knew how to fight as well. “I wish to talk about the incident between yourself and Baron Max yesterday.”
Fisher’s jaw tightened for a moment. “Ah, I think we should discuss this in private don’t you?” He gestured towards his inner office.
Fragrant nodded and walked towards it with Mrs G in tow. Fisher seemed to notice the goat for the first time and scowled. “I doubt Max’s pet will add anything to the discussion. I’m sure Volk can entertain her.” The lithe bodyguard gave a nasty grin at this. Fragrant was about to argue when Mrs G raised a leg.
“Don’t worry about me, dear,” she said. “I’m sure I can deal with this nice young stallion while you talk with this amadan.” Looking around, she dropped herself onto a chair against one wall.
Max sighed as he looked around the waiting room. If he’d wanted some quality boredom like this, he could have stayed in his own office. He was in one of the numerous rooms that made up Clover Square, the centre of Equestrian government bureaucracy for the last few hundred years since it had outgrown the castle itself. He’d heard that the offices were almost filled to bursting now, and there was talk than a second area would have to be opened up for further growth. However, change was slow; one committee had apparently been locked over the name for the new area for almost a year now. Smart Square and Clever Corner were the most popular, apparently. Max had spent the last few hours being pushed from petty bureaucrat to petty bureaucrat, but at least now he was waiting for a meeting with the head of the office that had put out the job advert - or so he had been told. He had heard that earlier, but that had turned out to be the head of the department that printed the advert, and he’d been moved on again.
“Baron Max, sir?” came a voice, and Max looked up. It was a pretty young mare. “Mr Delivery will see you now, sir.”
“Thank you, miss?” said Max with a bow.
The girl seemed surprised and rather pleased. “Oh, Mail, sir. Priority Mail.”
Priority led him into a rather untidy office. Its occupant, a somewhat overweight cream pegasus stallion, was busy trying to shove a thick wad of paper into a much thinner folder as they entered. “Ah,” he said, letting the file drop to the ground. “Baron, would you like a drink? Tea, coffee, something a little stronger?”
“Err, no thanks, Mr Delivery.”
“Please call me Recorded.”
“Then call me Mounty,” said Max, dropping into a seat.
Recorded blinked a few times. “Umm, very well, Baron... I mean, Mounty Baron, err, Baron Mounty. May I ask what brings a member of the Night Court to my humble office? Nothing wrong I hope?” He laughed nervously, his eyes flicking to the file he’d dropped to the floor.
“Well, it’s just a little thing really, a bit of a mix up in a job application. Look here.” Max brought out the letter and book and went through the problem.
“Hum, it looks like it’s been an unfortunate mix-up,” agreed Recorded. “What was the name again? Malachi? Odd name.”
“Goat,” said Max.
“Really? Huh, no, it’s not on the interview list,” said Recorded checking a list. “There must have been some sort of mistake.” He turned to a speaking tube in the wall. “Miss Mail, can you ask Miss Paid to join us as soon as possible.” He turned back to Max. “My assistant. She reviewed most of the job applications for me. I’m sure she can explain everything.”
It wasn’t long before Miss Paid arrived. She was a tall thin pegasus with her orange mane tied back in a tight bun.
“Now, Baron Max here wants to talk to you about a certain irregularity in our employment record,” said Recorded.
The mare looked rather shocked. “An irregularity, sir? I don’t understand. I have adhered to our regulations to the letter.”
“Well, you see here,” said Max, pointing to the regulations again. “It says that everypony who meets the requirements should have an interview, but Malachi didn’t get one.”
Paid looked at him oddly and with a touch of fear. Max shuffled uncomfortably. He didn’t understand why everypony around here seemed so on edge. “Well, yes sir, it says everypony should have an interview.”
“Yes and Malachi didn’t get one,” he repeated.
“Everypony. This Malachi is a goat, not a pony.”
Max blinked a few times. “That’s rather splitting hairs, isn’t it? It clearly means everyone… it’s just a turn of phrase.”
“But it does say everypony,” insisted Paid, glancing at her superior for support. Delivery shook his head slightly. “So you want this goat to get the position, then?” she muttered.
“I think he should get an interview same as everypo... everyone else,” he corrected himself. “Getting the job depends on how that goes.”
“I’m sure Miss Paid can get this all sorted out now that it’s been brought to our attention, can’t you Duty?” said Delivery, somewhat forcefully.
“Yes sir,” said Duty through gritted teeth.
“Well that’s all sorted out, then,” said Max with a grin.
Fragrant looked around Fisher’s inner office with a little trepidation. It was not much different from the outer; a scale model of Stalliongrad graced a side table, and there were a few pictures of a teenaged colt around the place, but it was mostly hard stone and wood. They both sat and Fragrant examined her opponent for a moment. Was that a slightly discoloured patch on the Archdukes coat? She peered closer. Was that some sort of makeup or dye? The stallion was trying to hide his bruises from yesterday! Fragrant felt a surge of excitement. Seeing Max’s condition this morning, she had thought the fight might have been entirely one sided, but it appeared he had at least landed some telling blows on Fisher - and the Archduke was hiding them. She could work with that. “Archduke Fisher,” she began. “I understand there was an... altercation between you and Baron Max yesterday.”
“We sparred,” announced Fisher.
“Yes, and I believe he won.”
“He did not win!” replied Fisher slowly, his face like thunder. “He just took longer to lose than I expected.”
Internally, Fragrant smiled. “Still, if the story got out it might not be seen that way, and that might be... damaging to your image. Given your position, it is important that you, and Equestria, look strong.”
“Do not think that I hold my pride above all in this matter. Baron Max is possibly harbouring a group of foreign national’s intent on harming Equestria.”
“A group of Griffin exiles who have lived in Equestria all their lives without harming any pony.”
“So the Baron seems to believe. However, I do not trust his judgment in this, and many other, matters. The situation should be investigated thoroughly, along with Max’s part in it.”
Fragrant stared at the pony opposite her. She could not tell if Fisher actually believed himself, or if it was just a justification for punishing Max over his wounded pride, but she had to do something about this matter now, before things escalated. It was time to bring out the stick.
“Yes, an investigation might be best. Maybe we could also look into the pollution matters in Stalliongrad?” she said sweetly.
Fisher blinked. “What pollution issues?” he asked slowly. “Your own family’s factory neutralises all the pollutants produced by the city. None remain.”
“Yes, that is true at the moment, but over the last five years the level of pollution had increased by twenty two and a half percent while the factory’s charges have remained level. The contract is due to be renewed in less than a year, so it might be a good chance to look into the matter and see if an increase is due.”
Fisher shuffled nervously. “There are other weather companies bidding to take that contract. A change might be for the best. I am thinking of setting up a new company - Fisher Weather Control - to compete in that market.”
“But none of the others, your new company included, already have equipment in place or experience with the city’s unique situation. Their start-up costs will be higher, which would have to be passed on to you. There would likely even be some pollution overflow whilst a new factory gets up to speed, and punishment for such spills fall under my ministry.”
Fisher glared at her. So far so good, thought Fragrant. She had distracted him away from Max to herself. Now came the tricky bit; the carrot. “However, things do not have to go that way. I am sure we can renegotiate the situation. Prices will have to increase, but not necessarily in line with the increase in pollution. Certain improvements mean the job can be done for say, a twelve percent increase.” Thunderous’s report had indicated it could be done for a ten percent increase, but it never hurt to shoot high, so she’d have a little extra to fall back on.
“That sounds reasonable,” muttered Fisher, steeping his hooves in front of his face. “Still, Baron Max’s lands are woefully undefended. Troops may need to be introduced.”
“And that matter can be looked into by your ministry over time. Given the situation, I am sure there are many locations which may need reinforcement. Your lines may well be stretched thin, you will need to choose your battles. Is Nulpar really that important?”
“Maybe...”
She needed something else, a tiny additional sweetener. She thought back a few minutes. She had it! “I understand you are looking for a building grant in your lands next month?”
“Yes, I have several cities that need increased protection, given the recent events.”
It occurred to Fragrant that very few ponies seemed willing to refer to Corona’s return as such, herself included. Maybe it just sounded so crazy, said out loud. “I have heard that Vicereine Puissance is also looking for the investment to be in her lands.”
Fisher rolled his eyes. “Puissance is always looking for investment in her lands.”
“True, but she has more supporters in this matter than you.”
His eyes narrowed. “Maybe. Are you proposing something?”
“As you know, I have Vicereine Wallflower’s ear, and I may be able to have her and her supporters vote your way next month.” Wallflower had already asked her to look into the matter, and she had decided that, although the balance was small, it would benefit the common pony more if the grant went to Fisher than Puissance, but the stallion didn’t know that. “Or I could suggest she side with Puissance.”
“I see, and in order to gain your aid...”
“You need to keep away from Max!” That had come out sharper than she had planned. “I mean, Baron Max. After all, I am sure that you have more important matters to deal with than a mere baron or a small group of Griffons on the edge of Equestria.”
Fisher thought for a moment, then smiled. “Very well, I accept.” He held out a hoof and Fragrant took and shook it, feeling vaguely dirty.
“Nice doing business with you, Duchess,” said Fisher, grinning more widely. “I do hope Baron Max appreciates what you have done for him.” Fragrant felt uneasy; she had ended up giving away several important bargaining chips she had been saving to use against the Archduke in the future, for little personal gain. Looking into her adversary's smiling face, she couldn’t help but wonder if she had been played.
The outer office was quiet, almost too quiet for Volk. The bodyguard looked across at the goat sitting against the opposite wall. She had not spoken or even moved since Fisher and Fragrant had entered the inner office. Was she still alive? he wondered idly. If she had suddenly upped and died, it would be difficult to explain. No, her chest was still moving, just.
“I was there when Fisher was wailing on your boss, you know,” he announced with a grin. “He kept getting up just to ‘Wham’” he shouted loudly, taking advantage of the room’s soundproofing. Mrs G didn’t flinch. “Down he’d go, again and again and again. It was really something to watch - looked like it hurt, but really fun.” There was something about a foe that kept getting back up again; it was fun to beat somepony, but to get to do it again and again, that would be great. Maybe he’d get a chance to fight Max in person someday.
“Course, Fisher was going easy on your colt. He could have put some permanent hurt on him if he’d wanted. Maybe he will, make an example that you don’t mess with him. Maybe he’ll ask me to do it, real quiet like… no pony would know, no pony would see,” he boasted.
Still no reaction from the goat. “Hey, don’t you care about your boss? I heard you goats were cold, I guess he’s just a meal ticket to you.”
Now the goat moved, her head slowly but smoothly turned to face him and stared. He shuddered for a moment and almost dropped his gaze. Her eyes were not angry; he could detect no emotion at all… they seemed to examine him as if he were some interesting bug she’d found on her hoof, but they were just so strange, so alien, oblong pupils set into yellow irises which filled her whole eye made even larger by her glasses. He swallowed painfully and realised he was sweating.
Gritting his teeth, he struggled to keep his eyes focused on the goat. He was damned if he was going to blink. He was the Volk! No old goat was going to psych him out. Snarling, he took a step forward. The goat didn’t move; she just kept the same even stare at him, her misshaped eyes seeming to grow even larger as a chill ran up and down his back. He needed an edge. He started to feed power into his horn - a little magic would be all that was needed to put this... this creature in its place.
He waited for the familiar glow on his head, but it didn’t occur. His magic, what had happened to his magic? He struggled and poured on more power. His horn began to flicker into light, but then he felt the strangest sucking feeling, as if his horn was being pulled towards the old nanny. His eyes twitched up to see a faint stream of power stretching from his horn to the goat’s mouth. She was eating him! The old witch was eating his soul!
Giving a cry, Volk leapt back as far away from Mrs G as he could in the cramped office, just as the door to the inner office opened and Fisher and Fragrant appeared.
Fisher immediately noticed the dishevelled state of his bodyguard. “Volk, what’s wrong?” he demanded.
“How was your meeting, dear?” interrupted Mrs G. “Did you get everything sorted out?”
“I think we have set the matter to rest for the moment,” said Fragrant, looking between the goat, the shaking guard and her host.
“Good, then I’m sure we’ve taken up enough of the Archduke’s time for the moment. Thank you for looking after me,” she said to Volk politely. “You were delicious.”
The bodyguard flinched slightly as the two mares left.
“What happened?” asked Fisher. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“No... nothing, sir,” said Volk steeling himself again, but another chill ran through him. I am the Volk, he thought, but even in his head it sounded hollow. I fear no pony... but that thing... it scares me!
“Well, that seemed to work out,” noted Mrs G as she and Fragrant entered the latter's office.
“Well enough, I suppose, but I do wish Max wouldn’t do these things... that he would think before he acted.”
Mrs G chuckled. “If he thought about things, he wouldn’t do anything. He’s not the smartest of ponies. It’s just as well his instincts are normally good, normally.” She sighed. “Take you, for example. He’s got to thinking about you so he hasn’t gotten around to doing anything about it.”
Fragrant stiffened. “I do not understand.”
“I think you do. He likes you.”
“And... I like him, he has a good heart and tries to do his best. With some... lots of training, I am sure he will make an excellent courtier.”
“You know that’s not what I meant.”
“I... I am aware that the Baron may have a certain interests in me.” Her heart sped up a little to say it out loud. “He does wear his heart on his sleeve. But nothing can come of this, I... I do not... I can’t... It can’t happen,” she said with finality.
“He’s a good stallion, strong, passionate, loyal, caring. You could do a lot worse than him. I think the two of you would make a good couple.”
“You are out of order!” screamed Fragrant slamming a hoof down on the desk. Her change in demeanour made even Mrs G blink. “This is my business and I will not... not again.”
“Oh,” mumbled the goat. “I’m sorry. Whoever hurt you so badly?”
“This is none of your business,” replied Fragrant icily. “I do not discuss my private life with servants.”
Mrs G glared for a moment, then her gaze softened a little. “Very well, but if you do want to talk, I’ll be about.”
Fragrant slumped a little. “I... I apologize for my outburst, but I am Max’s teacher and... friend, nothing more. There can’t be anything else, ever. Now, I’m sure we both have other duties to attend to. I will speak to Max later.”
Mrs G stared at her for a moment, then turned to leave. “We’ll see,” she mumbled. Leaving Fragrant in her office, alone.
Max sighed as he gazed out over the city. Today had been a good day; he’d sorted out Malachi’s mix-up, and that had motivated him to start making inroads into his paperwork - he now had a tall pile in his outbox. Of course, it was still dwarfed by his inbox, but not as badly as it used to be. He even felt a little better physically; his body was moving freely, although he still ached in places. But he was sure, thanks to his earth pony metabolism, he’d be fine in a few days. His eye’s swelling was even beginning to go down.
He was staring out onto a balcony he’d found when he had been exploring the castle a few weeks ago. It was secluded, and he enjoyed spending time here when he just wanted to think. The only downside was that the rising sun was normally blocked by another tower a little distance to the east, but you couldn’t have everything, could you? Or could he?
He looked up. The tower he was in stretched upwards quite some distance. Getting closer, he examined the walls. They were old, pitted and crumbling in places, but still quite solid. He shoved a hoof in one gap and carefully applied his weight to it. This might work. Throwing caution to the wind, he began to scramble up the rough surface. He would have to hurry - the Princess would raise the sun in only a few minutes.
He was scrabbling onto a ledge about two stories above his starting position when he was almost blinded by a sudden flash of light. He blinked and turned to see another figure clothed in some sort of colour-changing fabric leaning over the ledge. She appeared as surprised as he was.
“Sorry,” she said, examining him with her head craned over so that she seemed upside down to him. “I don’t normally see anyone else up here.” Her voice was light and musical with a touch of laughter in it.
“That’s quite alright, I wasn't expecting to see anypony else either. Um, are you supposed to be up here?”
“I don’t think there are any rules against it. Don’t worry, I’m not a thief… well, not right now anyway, if that’s what you were thinking. This is just a good way to stay sharp.” She leaned over and pulled him up with surprising strength. “And you?”
“Oh, um, I was going to see the sun rise.”
“Ah, the view is lovely from the top. You should hurry if you want to see it. I’ll see you around, Mounty Max.” With that, the cloaked figure scampered over the ledge and down the wall, her clothes quickly blending into the wall.
How odd, thought Max, before putting the incident aside for the moment. He still had quite a way to go and not much time; already light was starting to spill around the other tower.
He reached the top just as the sun started to rise over the horizon. It was well worth the effort as he saw the glowing orb lift into the sky and felt the heat of a new day begin to permeate his body. He should do this more often, he thought, leaning back against the body of the tower.
“Excuse me, sir,” came a gruff voice from nearby. Max turned to see a squad of pegasus guards approaching, weapons at the ready. “But who are you, and what are you doing on the roof of the Princesses quarters?”
Max sighed. He guessed he probably had a little explaining to do.
Max frowned. There was that term again… why hadn’t anyone noticed it before?
He and Fragrant were in her office, burning the midday oil as it were. It had taken a while for him to explain himself to the guard, so he had been late for their normal post-court meeting. Fragrant seemed somewhat withdrawn this morning and hadn’t complained about his tardiness. Once he had finished apologizing to her he had shown her the latest draft of his proposed road building stimulation bill, and as with all the previous versions she had covered it in red ink, noting his various ambiguous phrases, repeated sections and outright misspellings. She had explained through gritted teeth how it would be torn to pieces, or worst misrepresented in committee. She had passed him a copy of her cloud export bill and suggested he look through it for examples of the correct wording to use, before she had started to discuss other matters with Notebook.
Max had taken to his task but something was beginning to bother him about the document. “Fragrant,” he called.
She turned to him. “Yes, Max?”
“Isn’t this a little misleading?”
“Where?” she asked with puzzlement, leaning over his shoulder. Max tried not to shudder as he felt her body heat on his back.
“In the event of any objection to the planned route used to transport the clouds anypony may report the objection to any weather office within a period of no more than 90 days of the route being officially released,” he quoted.
She frowned. “I don’t see anything wrong with it.”
“Well, it says anypony. What about griffins, or goats, or mules or whatever?”
“Huh, that never occurred to me.” She sat down, brow furrowed. “But really, everypony is interchangeable with everyone, it’s just a turn of phrase.”
“But it doesn’t actually say that, does it,” he insisted. “It sounds like only ponies have the right to object. I met a pony earlier who thought it meant a goat shouldn't get a job interview.”
She considered for a moment. “That’s a good catch, Max.” She smiled. “It’s never really occurred to me before.”
“I’ve seen the mix up in other documents as well - lots of them - maybe we should look into it.”
“I suppose so. It’ll be a big job.”
“Well, I guess that’s what we’re paid for,” said Max with a grin.
Duchess Fragrant Posey was awoken by the discrete coughing of one of her maids, she opened her eyes to welcome the new evening as the servant drew back the curtains before leaving the room. In the past, Fragrant’s instinct would have tried to ignore the sound and burrow back into her comfortable and soft cloud bed, requiring the servant to repeat the process in a few minutes, but recently she found herself more and more enthusiastic about facing the challenges of a new night. She glanced out the window of her town house, where the sun hung low in the sky. It was almost summer, and there were still a few hours until it would set. Daintily, she stretched out all six of her limbs. Hearing her joints crack, she rolled off the bed and gently floated the short distance to the floor. She yawned. She was still a bit tired; she should have gotten to bed earlier, but Max had wanted to go over some figures with her, and then he’d gotten to talking about a time he’d went berry picking as a foal and had ended up being chased by a bear, and she hadn’t had the heart to stop him. Her pupil was a surprisingly good and passionate storyteller; she could guess that he hadn’t gotten killed by the bear, but he made it sound like it had been a distinct possibility. He did tend to get off track, though, so his story had taken a while.
In fact, she suspected it was partially due to Max that she felt so chipper this morning. Maybe acting as a teacher was agreeing with her, but it was exciting to see the nightly life of the court through her squire’s eyes. Every vote was a hoof biting thrill, every committee meeting could change the whole of Equestria! She grinned to herself. She had used to think that nothing new ever seemed to happen, but Max was showing her that she could savour every victory, no matter how small, and that everything she did impacted on real ponies. It was something that she had only recently realised she had been forgetting.
Humming to herself, she wandered over to her mirror. Not bad, she thought, turning around. It might be her vanity speaking, but given her forty-something (she tried not to think too hard about the exact number) years on the planet, she could be in much worse condition. She got many compliments - some even sincere - about her ‘natural’ beauty; few guessed exactly how much work it took to be ‘natural’, how carefully balanced her diet was, and how long she spent getting ready each morning. It was over an hour until her first appointment, and she was already behind schedule. Sometimes she wondered if it was all worthwhile. Indeed, only a few months ago she had considered letting herself go, to start to age gracefully, but then she’d decided that she probably still had a few more years in her. She stared at her mane intently, noticing a few strands of grey amongst the pink; maybe not that many more, though. She sighed and spread her wings, noticing several displaced feathers; she was overdue a preening. She’d had to cancel several of her regular appointments due to other commitments. She craned her neck and started to reorder her feathers. This was much easier for somepony else to do. Maybe she should call in a maid to help her, or somepony else; Max had mentioned that he used to have a pegasus marefriend - Zipper or something; he should know his way around a pair of wings. She shuddered as she imagined his teeth gently tugging at her feathers one by one, lightly pushing them into position with his tongue.
Stop it! She ordered herself, feeling blood rush to her face as this evening’s sunny disposition slipped for a moment. Increasingly, she’d found herself having improper thoughts about her earth pony colleague. She should keep herself better under control; he was her friend, not anything more! It wasn’t right to feel that way, she didn’t want to... she couldn’t let herself feel that way. Grinding her teeth in frustration, she made her way to her bathroom. Stepping into her shower, she turned up the cold tap and felt the frigid water begin to soak into her. No, it wasn’t right at all. She reached for the first of the dozen bottles of shampoo and conditioner she would use.
Refreshed and dried, she eventually returned to her bedroom, coat fully cleansed and mane styled. The grey hairs she had seen earlier now graced her hair brush. While she had been away, her maids had laid out several choices of outfits for the day. She gazed at each of them critically. The red number with the hat? No, she felt like keeping her ears free today. The black? Too old fashioned; she would look like her mother. The purple? Max had mentioned that the colour looked good on her, it looked regal. Yes, that would do; she should look commanding for the vote later. Once she had finished dressing, she examined herself again. Something more was needed. Her eyes fell on a necklace laid out on the side; that would be perfect! It was far from the most expensive or intricate piece she owned, but it did have sentimental value; it had belonged to her mother, a gift from her father. She had been most upset when it had been stolen recently; Max had offered to try and track it down, despite his lack of detective skills. The thieves had turned out to be two lowlife unicorns who had had the nerve, once captured, to try to blackmail her using slanderous lies; even threatening poor Fluttering! To her surprise, the newly promoted Duke Greengrass had dealt with them. It was a surprisingly nice gesture, and her first instinct had been to suspect he was up to something, but she had tried to accept the gesture in good faith; Max would do so. She sighed again. That stallion seemed to be the only thing on her mind these days; it was most disconcerting.
She turned to leave when she realised she was due to have breakfast with him. He really was everywhere in her life.
Fragrant trotted into the banqueting hall. The place was packed. Normally she preferred to have breakfast elsewhere, but she had a busy schedule today and couldn’t take the time to go further afield. She scanned the room, and couldn't help but smile as she saw Max standing next to a table, waving a hoof excitedly at her. “You know, Baron Max,” she said as she approached, “Most courtiers show a little more decorum at the dining table.” Max stood, and she gave him a quick friendly hug. He kindly pulled back her chair and she sat; despite growing up in the middle of nowhere, he showed good manners, at least. She gave a quick nod to her assistant, Notebook, who was also seated at the table.
“Sorry,” replied Max, looking chastised for a moment.
“Never mind. No Mrs Gobhar this morning?”
“No,” said Max with a yawn. “She wanted to get cracking on a few, um... reports.”
Fragrant noticed that Max had already provided a bowl of her usual cereal and a jug of milk, next to his own plate of hay bacon and eggs. She glanced up at him again and noticed deep lines under his eyes. “When did you get to bed this morning?” she asked.
“Uh, quite late, I had a lot of do. I wanted to go over the farming figures again to make sure I had them all down.”
“That was a good idea, but you’ll do yourself no good if you fall asleep during your meeting. See if you can get a nap later. You’ll feel much better.”
“I just want to get it all right. It’s my first day on the South-eastern Equestrian Farming Subsidy Committee,” he seemed to glow with excitement.
Fragrant grinned again. She could hardly remember when joining a new committee seemed like such an adventure.
“I still don’t know why I got nominated. Are you sure you didn’t have a hoof in it?” asked Max.
“I didn’t do anything, Max. It’s all your hard work,” replied Posey, mostly truefully. She suspected that Marquis Jet Stream had arranged Max’s new role. Since Max had called her out about her feud with the Marquis, Posey had made an effort to build bridges with the other mare. Rather than rejecting weather factory development in her rival’s home of Las Pegasus as a matter of course, she had instead investigated more closely and found that yes, investment in the city did make sense. Its course normally resulted in it being on the opposite side of Equestria to Cloudsdale, so cloud production there made sense. To her surprise, her rival seemed to reciprocate and - although still openly hostile - had behind closed doors stopped trying to block Fragrant’s cloud export bill. Max’s new position seemed to be another expression of Jet Stream’s thanks, as she was also seated on his new committee. It was a surprise how easily the feud seemed to die down.
“How is my schedule today?” asked Fragrant, turning to Notebook.
“Here you are, madam,” said Notebook, passing over a short document.
Fragrant’s eyes quickly scanned it. “Not too bad.”
“Yes, you still have time put aside for your now cancelled trial.”
Max took out his own, somewhat less tidy, document. “I’ve got some reports to file by the morning, then the committee meeting.”
“Is this why Mrs Gobhar is not here? Why are your reports so late?” asked Fragrant with a raised eyebrow.
“Um, I might have dropped them behind the filing cabinet,” muttered Max, blushing.
“Max!” He could be hopeless sometimes.
“It’ll be the last time, I swear!”
“Anyway,” said Fragrant with a sigh. “I have a meeting with Vicereine Wallflower in a short time, then Notebook and I can go over the latest weather contract figures. I am afraid I will not be able to meet you for dinner today; I have my weekly chess game with Baron Sands. Fancy Pants and Fleur are challenging us. You can watch if you’re free.”
“No thanks, I’m not much into chess. I might try to catch up on my sleep.”
“Fair enough, now...”
“Mind if we sit here?” came a familiar voice. Fragrant turned to see Baron Rolling Fields and his daughter standing over her. The elderly Baron seemed to be in fine health today, not even requiring a stick. His daughter was dressed in a rather short skirt made of layered black and white fabric. Fragrant was aware the style was currently fashionable, and the filly wore it well; Fragrant wasn’t sure she could pull off something similar at her age.
“Of course not,” she replied, gesturing at the empty seats. The Baron sat, with a little difficulty, and laid down a tray piled with toast and jam in front of himself. Max stood again and pulled out a seat for Buttercup. He could be rather embarrassing sometimes, thought Fragrant; the mare was obviously capable of sitting without help! The green mare smiled as she sat, and shifted her seat a little closer to Max before starting on her own plate of muffins. It was amazing that the filly kept so slim eating like that, thought Fragrant, looking down at her own half-eaten meal.
“So, what were you talking about?” asked Rolling. “Not interrupting, are we?”
“I was just going over my schedule with Max. I have a fair number of committee meetings in the morning. There are several votes at the end of today’s session, but most are fairly inconsequential. There is that Builder contract, though.” Fragrant shuddered slightly. She remembered her agreement with Fisher over that vote; hopefully it should all be safely behind her by the end of the night. By her reckoning, he would win by at least three votes.
“Oh, yes. You wanted me to vote for Fisher, right?” said Max.
“Who I want you to vote for is inconsequential. As I’ve told you, you are your own stallion. It is between you and your conscience who you vote for, but we’ve been over those figures, and you saw that the overall benefit is greater if Fisher gets the contract.”
“I think so,” said Max, not sounding entirely convinced. He raised a hoof to his eye, now fully recovered from his fight with the Archduke.
“If you have the time, look over the figures that Fisher provided again, and make up your mind.”
“I’m voting for Puissance myself,” noted Rolling, around a mouthful of toast. “That mare can do wonders with money. The original proposal might not seem the best, but I’m sure she can get more bang for her bits in the long term. Plus Fisher got the last contract.”
“Actually, there’s another important vote in the morning,” mumbled Buttercup, yawning. Fragrant glanced over at the younger pony, who seemed half asleep. She was a little surprised; the younger mare rarely spoke up in groups, leaving most of the talking to her father. “Really?” she asked.
“Yes, there is a vote on allocating funds to build a new orphanage in Ontarneigho. A charity I support has been raising funds there for years, and this grant would be a big boost,” she continued, her voice rising as she became more passionate about her cause.
Fragrant flicked through her notes. “Ah yes, I see it. Yes, you have my support in this matter. The current facilities really aren't sufficient.”
“Me too,” said Max.
“Thank you,” said Buttercup looking at Max. “Thanks to both of you.”
“Anyway, after the votes I have a few more meetings. Then we can meet up again to continue your lessons, Max. I hope you’ve redrafted your bill since yesterday.”
“I’ll get on it. We can talk a bit about the everypony issue as well.”
Fragrant nodded. She’d run a few checks and it seemed like over 80% of legislation used the term everypony in place of everyone. It was a little worrying how little ponies had thought about the difference in the past. However, as it was so widespread, there was little that could be done. Still, it was good practice for Max to do research.
“Actually,” said Rolling, “If you’ve got a few moments after court, I’ve got a proposal I’d like to go over with you, Max.”
“I’m sure I can spare a few minutes,” said Max.
Fragrant wondered what Rolling wanted to talk about. She shrugged; no doubt Max would tell her later. She glanced up the clock. “I better be off. I don’t want to keep the Vicereine waiting.”
“I better be off as well,” said Max. “Mrs G is waiting for her morning cake. She can be a terror when she’s hungry.”
Fragrant was just entering the Vicereine’s quarters when she was attacked by a huge hairy monster almost as big as herself. It leapt upon her, trying to barrel her over. One head bared its teeth and growled, while the other let out a series of loud barks into her face. Knowing what to expect, Fragrant held her ground and closed her eyes as the heads began to nuzzle and lick at her face, coating her in saliva.
“Liebe! Toleranz!” came a booming voice. “Bad boy! Leave Fragrant alone!”
The two headed dog immediately jumped off of her and turned to slump down by the side of its mistress.
“He’s just pleased to see you,” said Wallflower, smiling lovingly at her pet. She was a short and rather plump earth pony mare, her red mane a dense forest of curls and her coat a light brown. “Aren't you?” she continued patting the dog on first one head then the other. The creature barked in agreement.
Cautiously, Fragrant took a seat, not taking her eyes from the creature. She - and much of the court - wasn’t comfortable around the large dog-like animal the Vicereine kept in her office; Baroness Cat’ady refused to set hoof in the wing. Wallflower had once confided that she considered Liebe and Toleranz and his predecessors a vital part of her success; he tended to frighten off anyone who didn’t have important news, thus ensuring she wasn’t bothered by trivial matters.
“Tea? Something stronger?” offered Wallflower, plopping herself into a large leather armchair and lifting a decanter of brandy. The Vicereine’s quarters were decorated in a lavish but homely style; wooden panelling covered the walls, upon which were hung family portraits of Wallflower and her wife, as well as their pets. Despite the early summer warmth, a fire was blazing in the grate. Fragrant was glad of her pegasus-born resistance to heat. Above the hearth was mounted a large crossbow, and here and there were stuffed fish - another of the Vicerenine’s hobbies which Fragrant secretly found disgusting.
“You know I don’t, this early,” said Fragrant with a smile.
“Well, one of these days you’re going to have to get a life, you know. All work and no play make Fragrant a dull mare and all that,” said the Vicereine, pouring herself a drink. The two had been friends for almost the whole of Fragrant’s political career, over twenty years now. In fact, Fragrant had helped to introduce Wallflower to her wife, Holly Bush. Holly had been a friend of Fragrant’s from her time at university.
Greetings done with, the two of them chatted about recent events at court. Or rather Wallflower did most of the actual talking, and Fragrant added the occasional point. The earth pony’s personality was rather direct; although not purposely rude, her high rank meant that it rarely occurred to her that somepony else might actually disagree with her. In some ways she did fit her name, thought Fragrant; her personality tended to grow over and overwhelm anypony else in the room.
“Now you should keep an eye on Night Light,” said Wallflower, leaning forwards in her chair. “He’s taking his daughter’s disappearance rather badly - he might be a bit unstable. That girl was always a bit flighty… it’s all that learnin’, you know, rots the brain. Now Shining Armour, he’s more stable, I can see that colt going far.”
“Do you really think Night Light might do something wrong?”
She leaned back in her chair. “He’s always seemed like a stout fellow to me, but this comes from above.” She pointed at the ceiling.
“The Princess herself?”
Wallflower nodded. “It’s just for a month or so, just to make sure he doesn’t do anything rash. I don’t want to think about what I’d do if something happened to Holly. You know what that mare of mine did last night? She gave all the servants the night off and she cooked a candle light dinner all by herself, just for the two of us.” She smiled happily, gazing into the air. “Sometimes I think I’m the luckiest mare in the world. ‘Course, I ended up having to feed most of it to Liebe and Toleranz, didn’t I.” She leaned over and patted the dog on its heads as its tail thumped heavily against the ground. “She’s not much of a cook, is me Holly Wally Bear, and you got a tummy ache, didn’t you? Yes you did.”
Fragrant smiled as one of the most powerful ponies in the country lapsed into baby talk while she scratched her dog’s belly. Wallflower and Holly had never adopted - their schedules didn’t give them much free time - but it was clear who Wallflower considered her baby to be.
Wallflower noticed Fragrant’s expression and tried to compose herself. “Anyway, what with Hearts and Hooves just around the corner, I’m going to take Holly off to the Empire for a few days. You know she likes the skiing, can't stand snow meself, but what can you do? So I’m going to be out of the way for a while. Hopefully Night Light and Puissance can avoid starting a war while I’m away. Are you going to be doing anything with your beau?”
Fragrant blinked. “My... my what?”
“Your fella, that Maximus chappy, the one Luna hooked you up with. Why, how many fellas do you have on the go?” She gave a wink at Fragrant.
“I’m afraid you’re wrong, we’re just colleagues.” How could Wallflower have gotten that idea?
“Nope, I’ve seen him follow you around, he looks like Liebe and Toleranz when they want a treat, and, well, you’ve been looking happier than I’ve seen in a ten year. You deserve a special somepony. Besides, he seems to be a fine figure of a stallion, not that I know much about that, but I’m sure he could sire a whole litter with you...” she caught sight of Fragrance’s face and paused, her face falling. “Oh, I’m sorry me dear, that was thoughtless of me...”
“No, no,” sighed Fragrance, her face pale. “It’s been almost twenty years, it... its history.”
The two of them sat in silence for a moment, then Fragrance finally spoke. “If you recall, there’s the Builder contract vote in the morning.”
“Ah, yes, you still think Fisher’s the better choice?”
“It’s close, but I think his people need it more.”
“Fair enough, though he’s been giving me a headache recently, saber rattling with the Griffins, as if we didn’t have enough of a problem with Corona herself out there somewhere. I’ve half a mind to vote against him just to punish him, but the people come first and all that.”
Fragrance nodded. She didn’t need to be told how much of a pain Fisher could be.
“Relates to your stall... your Max, actually. Something about a camp of spies in his lands; Fisher wanted to go in all clod-hoofed, I had to give him a bit of a tab on the muzzle with a rolled newspaper, so to speak. I sent in one of me bright young things, everything checked out.” Bright young things was Wallflower’s term for a certain sub-section of the Royal Diplomatic Corps, or spies as others called them. “Now, if you’re havin’ any problems with Bobbing, just let me know.” She glanced up pointedly.
For a moment, Fragrance wondered if Wallflower knew about her agreement with Fisher about today's vote. She would not put it past her friend; she might seem eccentric, but she was a Vicereine - one of the most powerful ponies in the land. She should not be underestimated. It would be nice to have someone in her corner if things did turn out bad, but she shouldn’t need it.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to smooth some feathers thanks to Bobbing. I’ll see you again next week,” announced Wallflower, hopping up from her chair.
Fragrant stood and grasped her hoof, giving it a shake before heading for the door.
It wasn’t that far a walk to her office, but Fragrant spent the time deep in thought. I was odd that Wallflower would think that Max and her were a couple. She had to admit that she found the stallion attractive in a rustic way, but that was purely physical and, yes, she thought he might find her attractive despite their age difference. But she couldn’t be more than friends with him; she couldn’t risk things ending like they had before… she couldn’t take that pain again.
But, another part of her thought, could she still remember how happy she had been before it had ended? What if she could have that again?
She was happy now, she responded to herself, happier than she had been for a long time.
Happier because of Max; he made her happy. With his stories of home, his excitement at even the simple parts of their life, the sheer life within him.
All the more reason not to take it farther - she might lose what she already had.
But she might gain more!
Fragrant was so caught up in her conflicting thoughts that she almost walked into the door of her office; she only just stopped herself at the last moment, earning herself some odd glances from the various staff around her.
Notebook glided up to her. “Are you alright, my lady?” he asked, as unflappable as always.
“I am fine, thank you,” she said, trying to maintain her dignity as she entered the office and took her place behind the desk. “You have today’s reports?”
“Yes, most of it is fairly standard. There is a small runaway storm near Manehatten, but the local weather patrol expect...”
Keeping only half an ear on her assistant, Fragrant’s thoughts returned to Max once again. He did always seem to be polite and attentive to her, but he was like that to every mare he met - it was somewhat aggravating. Did it mean that he felt anything for her? Did he consider her more than a colleague and teacher? She had discussed the matter with Mrs Gobhar only a few weeks ago, and it had seemed so obvious then, but now that she considered doing something about it, the proof felt so flimsy. The goat probably knew Max better than anyone else, but she was still a goat; what did she know about pony relationships?
Should she ask him? Would that drive him away? Hearts and Hooves Day was only a few days away; what better time to ask somepony if they... if he wanted...
“There's always the threat of an attack by say, a dragon,” continued Notebook. “The kind that eats the sun once every thirty days. It's a nuisance, but what can you expect from reptiles? Did I mention that my nose is on fire? And that I have fifteen wild badgers living in my wings?”
Wait! thought Fragrant, that didn’t sound right! She glared at Notebook, who had let his normally strict facade drop.
“I'm sorry, would you prefer ferrets? You haven't been listening to a word I’ve been saying for the last ten minutes.”
“I am sorry, I am feeling a little distracted.”
“What is on your mind?” he asked. “Can I be of assistance?”
Fragrant sighed. There were times she thought that Notebook was the perfect assistant. In public he was always formal and proper; in private he was always honest, brutally honest if asked, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted that now. “It is about Baron Max.”
“What about him? Has he made another blunder? Told Puissance that she’s getting on a bit and should maybe slow down?” He grinned.
“No, nothing like that… I was just thinking, Wallflower thought that Max and I were together and, well, do you think... do you think he likes me?” She lowered her eyes and blushed. She felt like a schoolfilly again.
“Do I think he likes you?” repeated Notebook, blinking rapidly.
“Yes,” squeaked Fragrant, wrapping her wings around herself. This was so very embarrassing.
Notebook gave out a booming laugh. “Like you? I think he adores you.”
An unexpected fountain of joy seemed to erupt within Fragrant’s heart; she was sure she was flying without even flapping her wings. He did like her!
Then a thought seemed to strike Notebook. “That damned goat! She wins again!”
That brought her back to Equestria again. “What? What goat?” she demanded.
“Mrs G and I had a bet on which one of you would be willing to talk about it first. I was sure Max would work up the courage before you did. He’s much less uptight.”
“You had a bet on my social life! That is most improper! And I am not uptight!”
Notebook raised an eyebrow.
“Very well, maybe I am a little reserved. How did you know I felt this way about Max?”
“What did you do this morning when you met him for breakfast?”
Fragrant thought back. “I, I hugged him, but friends do that all the time.”
“Some friends do. What did you do when you met Wallflower?”
“I shook her hoof.”
“Exactly, and you’ve known her for twenty years and went to her wedding. You’ve had a sort of glow this last month or so; it’s been good to see you happy. I did wonder if you were sneakier than I thought, and were already together.”
“There has been nothing going on between me and Mount Me Max!” Then she realised what she had just said and her face glowed bright.
“Then there’s been things like that,” dead panned Notebook.
“I, I do not know what to do about this. My previous relationship did not end well.” Glass, like crawling over a field of broken glass. “I don’t want to feel that way again… what should I do?”
“Only you can answer that, my lady, but from what I know of Max, he would never try to hurt you.”
“I used to think that of another stallion,” she mumbled.
“Look, Hearts and Hooves is in a few days. Ask him to go somewhere with you; if it all falls apart, you can claim it was a love poison.” He grinned. “If it goes really well, you can claim it was a love poison as well.”
“Should I... could I?”
“Hey, if you don’t, I will. He’s quite a catch, what with that climbing thing he’s got going on; he’s ripped and fun and loyal and polite.”
“Yes, he is, isn’t he?” whispered Fragrant, then pulled herself together again. “I don’t think he feels that way about stallions.”
“This isn’t stallions, this is me!” replied her assistant, preening.
She snorted. “I think you might be overselling yourself.”
“Well, you’ll just have to go through with it so we don’t have to find out, won’t you?”
She thought for a moment then smiled. “We will see. Thank you.”
“Do not mention it, ma’am,” replied Notebook slipping back into his formal mask. “We have much more to go over.”
“The Baron can’t make our chess game?” asked Fragrant, looking up from the note and trying to mask her disappointment.
“I am afraid not, ma’am,” said the page who had delivered it. “He has a census report to complete. Duke Greengrass asked for his help with it.”
Fragrant narrowed her eyes. What was the Duke up to? What was he planning? Then she shook herself. She didn’t have to be so paranoid; there might not be an ulterior motive. He had helped to recover her necklace, after all. She should try to think better of some ponies - it’s what Max would do - and it seemed to be working between herself and Jet stream. She should give him the benefit of doubt for the moment. Still, she would need to break the news to Fancypants and Fleur. Maybe she could find another player; she was sure that somepony would turn up. She was in too good a mood to let something like this spoil it.
She turned the corner and almost bumped into a short red headed stallion. “Oh, Duke Greengrass!” she exclaimed. Speak of Tirek.
“Duchess! Hello! How can I help you?” he replied, smiling insincerely.
“Apparently, you’ve stolen my chess partner,” said Posey with a reproachful look. “Duke Sand sent me a note that he’s filing a census report you were neglecting?”
“Oh – I am so sorry! When I asked for his help, I had no idea he was to be otherwise occupied.” Greengrass looked abashed and bowed his head. “I deeply apologize, Duchess. Please, allow me to make it up to you.”
“How?” What was he up to?
“Well, as it happens, I’ve played a few games of chess in my time. If you need a partner, I can set aside my plans and aid you.”
She couldn’t see how that would hurt. He might be just trying to ingratiate himself with her, but there was no reason to think badly of him. Maybe his promotion to Duke had matured him, make him give up his silly ‘games’. “I suppose that’s fair. But I should warn you, Fancy Pants and Fleur de Lis are quite good.”
“Well, I suppose a drubbing at the board is the least I deserve for inconveniencing as noble a pegasus as yourself.” He gave a little bow.
Fragrant laughed. He was laying it on a little thick. “This way,” she said. “We are playing in the café in the courtyard.”
The journey was short, and Fragrant and her companion ordered their drinks and sat at one of the chess tables on the patio next to Fleur de Lis and Fancy Pants. Despite being midnight, it was still warm enough to sit comfortably.
“Greengrass! How good to see you again!” said Fancy Pants with a smile. “Trip back from Trottingham went well, I trust?”
“Fine,” said Greengrass. “No problems.”
“Trottingham?” asked Fragrant.
“We were just at the big farm competition out that way,” explained Greengrass. “As the celebrity judges.”
“Splendid competition,” added Fancy Pants. “And the food was delicious. I must say, maybe I’ll do tasting competitions more often!”
Fleur de Lis chuckled. “A lovely idea, dear.”
“It’s just that the food is so sublime! All those plates, just to impress somepony like me. It makes you feel really valued.” Fragrant smiled. She had been an associate of Fancy Pants and his wife for a while. He was not the fool he often played, but he did seem to appreciate the simpler things in life. She looked around for a moment. Max was not present; he must be napping. Part of her wanted to rush off to him now and ask him out, while a larger, more frightened, part warned her to wait to after court to try and decide what to say.
A waiter brought them their coffees and began setting up the pieces on the two chess boards.
“We’re playing bughouse chess, Duke Greengrass,” explained Fragrant.
“Ah one of my favourite versions,” he replied with a smile. “I do like the extra complexity and the need to work together as a team.”
“Shall we play mares versus stallions?” asked Fancy Pants. “Or would we poor colts be too disadvantaged by such distracting beauty?”
Fleur gave a musical laugh. “I am sure you will manage, dear.” She leant over and gave her husband a kiss. Fragrant blushed slightly; she couldn’t help but think of her and Max in the same position.
Looking slightly sickened, Greengrass made his first move. “I see you’re wearing your locket, Posey,” he said.
“Oh, yes.” Fragrant smiled. “I just got it back.”
“It was stolen, I heard,” said Fancy Pants, looking grave.
“Yes, by two unicorns. But they were caught in Fillydelphia.” Fragrant nodded as she moved a piece. “Thank you for your help, Duke,” she said politely.
“No problem. When I heard what they’d tried, I couldn’t do nothing.” Maybe he really did want to ‘play nice’ thought Posey.
“What did they try?” asked Fleur.
“They wrote me a letter from prison,” said Fragrant, gritting her teeth. “They told me that, if I didn’t drop the charges, they would drag out the trial and make me look horrible. They even threatened to bring Fluttering Posey into it. Make up stories about her…” She had been furious that they had dared to bring her niece into the matter. It had taken both Notebook and Max to talk her down from taking direct action; in fact, the latter had looked quite shocked at her behaviour. It was a part of her that Fragrant wasn’t proud of, but nopony would threaten her family.
“I couldn’t let that stand,” said Greengrass. “I contacted the warden and the judge and told them what had happened, how those two were using their freedom to communicate to harass and intimidate Posey. Flim and Flam were moved to solitary confinement, their writing implements removed, and their trial will be closed to the public. They won’t be able to hurt the Poseys anymore.”
“I appreciate it. I knew that if I had acted, it would have looked suspicious… after all, they stole from me, so some might think I’d want to interfere with the trial.”
“It was my pleasure to help,” said the Duke.
“Quite kind of you,” said Fancy Pants. Was that a touch of sarcasm? “An honourable pony through and through, you are.” He captured one of Fragrant’s pieces and passed it to the Duke. “You know, I think I heard about that case. Didn’t those unicorns kidnap a foal?” Fragrance was familiar with the case; indeed they had, using magic to control her mind. She was very glad they were likely to be kept away from society for a long time.
“If so, I imagine they’ll be charged with it,” said Greengrass, neutrally.
“I wish there was some way to ask them. If they did, they ought to be made to pay for it,” said Fancy Pants, sounding a little suspicious.
“Well, as they’re charged with treason, and now with harassing the victim by mail, it might be difficult to talk to them,” said Greengrass. “I don’t think they can receive visitors or contact the outside world. Still, if you really want, it could perhaps be arranged.”
“Oh, not if it would be a bother,” said Fancy Pants.
The game continued for about another half hour. The stallions quickly moved into the led. Fancy Pants was a lot better at the game than his persona would suggest, and Greengrass was hardly a slouch. Fragrant would be the first to admit she wasn’t playing her best game tonight; she kept getting distracted by her plans for the morning.
“By the way, Posey,” said Greengrass. “I was just talking to Vicereine Puissance. Apparently you lead the swing faction in the vote this morning.”
“Me?” said Fragrant, sounding surprised. She had almost forgotten about the vote, getting caught up in her personal matters. She still had her duty to the court, she scolded herself. “Oh, I wouldn’t say that. There’s a few of us who got together to do some fact-checking, that’s all.”
“Still, I heard you’re in charge.”
“We all came to our conclusions independently.” Fragrant frowned. Was this what Greengrass had been working up to? Something as simple as trying to change her vote? It seemed too much effort for such a small thing. “Are you trying to get me to change my vote? Because—“
“No!” said Greengrass, holding up his front hooves defensively. “No, honest. I might be new, but I know better than to try to manipulate you, Duchess.”
Again with the false praise. Was there more to this then there seemed? Was he trying to get her to break her agreement with Fisher, cause conflict between them? “Flatterer. But my mind’s made up. I really do appreciate helping me deal with those unicorns, Greengrass, and I would like to repay you… but I can’t on this. Fisher needs the grant more than the Vicereine.”
“Understood.” Greengrass continuing his game, then he paused for a moment. “But that’s just what I mean. With a personality like that, I bet none of the ponies in your faction wanted to question you.”
“That’s not true at all. Even though I knew how I was voting, many of the others took a lot longer to make up their minds. Baron Mounty Max only decided a couple of days ago, after all.”
“And he’s for Fisher too?”
“Yes, of course. The evidence really does lead that way.” The difference in benefits between the two sides was small, but it was there; even Max had picked it up eventually, after she’d gone through it a few times with him. In depth studying of masses of figures was not his forte.
“Well… good luck, then.” Greengrass smiled. “I hope it’s the right choice.”
“Ah,” said Fancy Pants. “It’s always so refreshing when we can share camaraderie, despite being on opposite sides of some issues.”
“…Yes,” said Greengrass with a smile. “Yes, it is.”
A shiver ran through Fragrant that had nothing to do with the chill of the night. She hoped she had been right to put her trust in Greengrass.
The first game ended with a crushing loss to the mares. Fragrant had been about to suggest another game when Greengrass had made his excuses and scuttled away. She had sat chatting with Fancy and Fleur for a while longer. She had considered telling them about her plans for her and Max. They seemed a happy couple… maybe they could give her some suggestions, but she didn’t feel like announcing such a private matter. Fleur could be such a gossip.
All too soon her free time came to an end, and after a quick bite to eat - the cafe produced a passable daisy sandwich - she was due in several committee meetings. And between those, she wanted to check up on her various allies; Greengrass’ interest in the vote suggested something might be up. The time seemed to grind by at a snail’s pace, and she found it hard to concentrate on her work; her mind kept returning to the Max situation. What if Notebook was wrong? What if Max did not feel the same way as she did, what would he think, what would he do? It would be awkward to continue as his mentor; would he petition Luna for somepony else to take up that role? Would she lose him entirely?
No, she couldn’t think that way. She deserved to have something good happen to her, she deserved it! She would do it this evening, she would ask him to dinner on Hearts and Hooves and he would say yes.
She hoped.
Fragrant had only just returned to her office after her last meeting when the bell was rung to summon the courtiers to vote. She took her time making her way to her box, stopping along the way to greet a few of her friends and allies and checking how they planned to vote; it didn’t look like there would be any surprises. She couldn't see Max among the crush of nobles; she hoped he wasn’t still asleep. She had previously invited him to view votes from her box, but he had said that he preferred to see the events from the ground. It apparently made it feel more real, whatever that was supposed to mean.
Arriving in her box, she slumped into her cloud seat. Notebook had left her a checklist of the various votes over the next half hour or so, and the expected result. She peered down towards the lower ranks, and finally caught sight of Max. He apparently saw her at the same time, and waved back cheerfully. Fragrant briefly felt the urge to respond in kind, but she was worried about how it would look. That was a thing about Max; he didn’t seem to worry about what other ponies would think of his behaviour. It was annoying at times, but also a little liberating. She settled for nodding in his direction, and he turned back to a conversation with Baron Fields, who was sitting next to him. Considering, Fragrant took a piece of paper and a quill and began to write a message to Max, asking him to meet her in her private quarters in the castle after the vote. They often retired there after the court closed, to continue his lessons. Hum… when she thought about it like that, maybe it wasn’t that strange that Wallflower thought they were together. Still, she would feel better putting forwards her proposal there rather than in her office, where a servant could barge in at any point. She passed the message to a page, with instructions for him to deliver it to Max, before she sat back and waited for the voting to begin.
The first few votes ran by as expected. The only real surprise was how much support the orphanage bill got; Puissance’s supporters voted for it despite their patron normally hating to provide such funding to external agencies. Fragrant idly made a note to investigate the matter further; she was sure the Vicereine was getting some benefit out of the deal somewhere. Buttercup seemed to be very excited by the outcome. She was down on the floor with her father and Max and hugging them both. The filly could do with showing some restraint.
As the votes continued, Fragrant felt herself getting more and more nervous. She still hadn’t decided how to ask out Max; it had been a long, long time since she had had to do something like this before. Should she act like it was a business meal, or could that lead to misunderstanding? Just say how she felt, out loud? What if he said no?
The final vote of the night rolled around, and Fragrant found it to be an almost welcome distraction. The voting started down in the lower ranks, split almost equally between Fisher and Puissance; no surprises so far. When it came to Max’s turn to vote, Fragrant could immediately see something was wrong. He looked nervous and was even shaking a bit. She leaned forwards in her seat. What could be the matter with him? He couldn’t be ill, could he?
“I vote – I vote for Puissance!” stuttered Max. He slumped back into his seat, and Baron Fields leaned over to him. Could the old stallion have gotten to him, somehow? thought Fragrant. No, that wasn’t Fields’ style. Greengrass! He was looking to change the vote for some reason, and he had gotten from her that Max was unsure on the matter; the Duke must have changed his mind. She sighed. She was angry with Greengrass, but also a little disappointed in Max; she’d hoped by now he would be getting used to the court’s tricks.
To her lesser surprise, now that she knew Greengrass was meddling, both Archduchess Nobility and Viscount Blueblood unexpectedly voted for Puissance as well. By the end of the vote, Greengrass was grinning very much like the cat that had gotten the cream, Puissance seemed surprised at her victory, and Fisher was fuming, glancing backwards and forwards between Fragrant’s and Greengrass’ boxes. Fragrant sighed. So much for burying the hatchet with Fisher. He probably wouldn’t be happy he hadn’t secured him the promised grant. Hopefully she was now the target of his ire rather than Max; she, at least, knew how to protect herself. She felt a little disappointed as well. She had hoped that Greengrass had turned over a new leaf, but apparently both his efforts at dealing with the thieving unicorns and their chess game earlier had been rouses to try to get into her trust, efforts she had allowed to succeed. She suddenly felt so weary. Was it worth trying to help anypony, when all they did was lie and cheat? Would Jet Set turn on her eventually? Would Max?
For a moment she considered leaving things the way they were; staying just friends with Max, not risking anything, not getting hurt. But no, Wallflower had Holly, and Fancy Pants had Fleur; she had seen how happy they were. She would have Max, or at least she would try; she had to risk to gain. Glancing down, she noticed that Max had already left the chamber. She would have to hurry, unless she wanted to leave him waiting at her door.
With a bit of unseemly haste, including a short flight between two windows, Fragrant arrived at her rooms before Max. She paced back and forth for a few minutes, random thoughts running through her head. Was she dressed properly for this? Should she change? She had a fitting due in just an hour, should she cancel it? Behind her, the sun started to rise, shining through the window and spotlighting her. She shivered for a moment. Was that a good omen or not? Did Corona have her eye on her?
There was a knocking on the door and Fragrant jumped. For a moment she wondered who it might be, then she remembered what she was here to do. Her mind was just not working right now.
She walked to the door slowly, trying not to shake. Get a hold of yourself, filly, she chastised. You regularly speak in front of the whole court, you talk to the Princess herself, you can ask a stallion a simple question. But this felt a lot more important than court. Closing her eyes and breathing in and out slowly, she calmed herself before opening the door. Behind it, as expected, was Baron Max.
“Hi,” said Max lamely.
“Good Morning, Max,” said Fragrant politely, before stepping forwards and gently embracing him. Notebook was right; she didn’t do this with anypony else. How hadn’t she noticed that before?
The two of them stepped into her chamber and took a seat. “Um, I’m sorry about the vote, you see Greengrass showed me some papers and they seemed to make sense and he said Fisher had lied and it all seemed to make sense at the time.” He babbled for a moment.
Fragrant sighed. “I’m sure they did, but Greengrass is not to be trusted.”
“Well, he helped you with your necklace...”
“I suspect he just did that to win points with me, and apparently you.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I should have just done what you said.”
“No, Max!” she said. It came out louder than she’d expected. “I do not want you to follow me blindly, I want you to think for yourself. Greengrass may have been right, no matter how unlikely that seemed. However, you should not just believe what other ponies tell you, you need to check these things yourself. From a reliable source.” She was delaying and she knew it; she would have time to talk to Max about this sort of thing later.
She took another deep breath. This was so very hard. She remembered the pain again, but it had been long ago; she could do this. “Max,” she started. “Are you free in three days? Um, Hearts and Hooves Day.”
“Oh, well, actually I’ll be traveling for most of that day.”
“Good, then...” Wait, that wasn’t what she expected him to say. “Where are you going?” she asked, a touch of panic rising in her voice.
“Larraguible, I think that’s how it’s pronounced, the capital of Palomino.”
“One of Puissance’s provinces? Why are you going there?” Had he somehow managed to annoy the Vicereine as well as Archduke Fisher?
“Baron Fields asked me to escort his daughter to a party there. I think he’s trying to fix me up with her, actually.”
Fragrant felt the blood drain from her face. This could not be happening, not now. “And how... how do you feel about that?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady. It felt like the ground was falling away from her hooves, like she had just been hit by an unexpected cross wind.
“Well she’s a nice mare, attractive, smart. It’s not like I have anypony else interested, do I.”
Was that a question or a statement? A question or a statement? She had to think. What should she say? “I suppose you are right.” No, that was wrong!
Max seemed to slump a little. “So I thought I’d take a chance and see where things might lead.”
So did I, thought Fragrant, and it led me here, just a few hours too late. I could still ask him, get him to change his mind, but how would that look? Like jealousy.
“Well, I... I am happy for you, I hope things go well for you, she is very... um, very young.” She doesn’t have a hair brush full of grey, she doesn’t have to use beauty that comes from a bottle, she can eat what she wants. No wonder he would want Buttercup before her. He was a stallion; all it took was for a little strumpet to wave her tail in his face and he was off, and she was left alone.
“Anyway, what was it you wanted to talk about?” asked Max.
“I wanted to go over your bill again,” she said. The words came from her mouth, but she didn’t feel anything; she was numb. “But I am feeling a little unwell.”
“Oh, are you alright?” asked Max, sounding alarmed.
“I am sure I will be fine, I... I just need a little time, a quiet day.”
“Well if you’re sure. Do you need anything?”
“Thank you but no. If I do not feel better tomorrow, I will visit one of the castle physicians. Do not worry. I’m sure you need to prepare for your date with Buttercup.”
“It’s not for a few days, but thanks anyway.” He stood. “I hope you feel better tomorrow.”
“I am sure I will. Thank you, Max.”
“Bye,” he called, as he gently closed the door behind him, leaving her alone in her chambers.
Fragrant stood for a moment staring at the closed door; then, with an angry shout, she shoved the chair recently vacated by Max away, watching it fly through the air and topple over.
Baron Fields thought it would be a good idea to try and fix up Max with his bratty daughter, did he? she fumed. The old stallion’s facilities had clearly been decaying for years; he was in no condition to be making decisions like that, let alone ones which affected the whole of Equestria. Maybe a few words should be spoken in the correct ears. There was sure to be some rule to prevent the mentally enfeebled from serving in court; he could be removed from his role. As for Buttercup, well, she could well have been taking advantage of her father, making him vote the way she wanted, making him get what she wanted. Maybe she and her ‘charity’ should be investigated too.
There was a knock at the door. “I told you I wasn’t feeling well, Baron Max,” she cried.
“Duchess,” came an unfamiliar voice from the door. “Your guests are here. But if you are not well, I can take them away.”
Guests? She thought. Oh, the competition winner! She had for several years acted as the sponsor for a young dressmaker’s competition; the prize was to design a number of dresses for her which she would wear to important events, in several cases the Grand Galloping Gala itself. She had forgotten that the winner was due to visit her today to discuss her requirements. She was really in no mood for this, but she couldn’t send the winner away. What was her name? Suri something, Polomane?
Fragrant sighed. “No, I am fine, show them in.” She opened the door to reveal a page standing with two mares, both earth ponies. The front on one had a pink coat and a purple mane, while the other - almost hidden behind the first and the large pile of clothes on her back - was cream with a blue and white mane.
“Thank you, your highness,” said the first with a bow as she entered the room, while her companion almost crept in behind, as if she was trying to avoid attention.
“This way,” said Fragrant curtly, leading her guests to her dressing room.
The pink mare looked a little uncomfortable as her assistant began to hang up the dresses she had brought with her. “It is such an honour to be able to show my work to such an important, not to mention beautiful, pony,” she simpered with a nasal accent. “I’m sure you’ll find something you just love, ‘kay?”
Fragrant almost snorted bitterly at the transparent flattery. If she was beautiful, Max wouldn’t have been swayed by Buttercup, would he?
“Um, excuse me,” muttered the little assistant. “Do you mind if I take your measurements? To make sure everything fits perfectly.”
“If you must,” said Fragrant sourly.
“Um, you’ll need to take off your dress.”
Fragrant paused for a moment. It was a reasonable request, but she always felt uncomfortable and exposed when naked around other ponies. She supposed it was necessary, and with a grunt began to shuck off her clothes.
Picking up on her client’s annoyance, Suri swallowed hard. “Does anything catch your eye?” she asked, as her assistant crept meekly around with a tape measure.
What did she want? Well, Max, but when it came to dresses she didn’t know. She really didn’t want to deal with this now, but the designer had won a competition for the honour of dressing her; she should at least try to be nice. She flicked through the examples on display and was quite impressed despite herself. Her eye caught on a light yellow layered skirt. “I believe that style is quite fashionable at the moment.”
“Ah, an excellent choice, I’m sure you will look stunning. Maybe a different colour, though?” she said, holding a pencil in the corner of her mouth.
“I think black and white would be striking.”
“Of course, any other changes?”
Fragrant examined the dress. It was very regal, very aloof. Was that how other ponies saw her? Distant, cold and so old. She was sure her mother had once worn a dress like that. “Maybe something a little shorter? A more modern style?”
“Of course.” The designer got to work scribbling on a pad. “This?” she suggested, showing her work to the Duchess. The new version came down to somewhere between the pastern and cannon, and showed a little more detail on the bodice.
“No, shorter, more modern.”
“Just what I was thinking,” agreed the designer, looking a little uncomfortable.
The next version stopped just above the hock.
“Shorter, more modern,” she demanded again.
This one above the stifle, cutting around the flank; it would hold her tail up almost vertical and require her wings to be permanently spread.
“Um... don’t you think it might be a bit extreme for a pony of your age?” came a faltering voice from the little cream assistant.
Fire in her eyes, Fragrant turned on the now quivering servant. She had had enough from this little green... she meant cream, earth pony. “What do you mean by that!” she roared. “That I am old! That no stallion would want a hag like me!” The meek pony shied away as if she expected to be slapped.
“Of course not, your highness,” stuttered Suri, looking panicked. “What would she know? She is just my assistant. I’ll make sure she is punished for her presumption, ‘kay.”
Snorting in anger, Fragrant turned back to the picture. With this she would attract attention; she would show Max why he should have picked her rather than that little strumpet Buttercup. With this dress... this dress... which looked like the one the younger pony had been wearing this morning, adapted for use by a harlot. A middle aged mare trying to dress like a filly. She slumped, all anger suddenly draining from her and leaving her feeling so cold and old and lonely. What had she been thinking? Trying to take this out on the Fields, on the little assistant. Shame rose up through her.
“No, your assistant is right.” The off-white pony looked up in shock, as if this was something that never happened. “I was trying to be something I am not. Use your own imagination, I am sure whatever you come up with will be fine. Now please leave me, I have work to do.”
“Of course, your highness,” noted Suri, gathering up her things and loading them onto her assistant. She retreated from the room, bobbing up and down as she went. “It’ll be ready in a few days, ‘kay?”
The little assistant waited for a few more moments. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. It’s just... just that that dress didn’t suit you.”
“I know, thank you...” she gave a weak smile.
“Coco, Coco Pommel.”
“Thank you Coco.”
Left alone in her room, Fragrant slumped to the ground, her legs folding under her. This was not Max’s fault; she had not expressed her interest in him. Had she thought that a desirable stallion like him would wait around for ever? Neither was it Baron Fields’; he only wanted the best for his daughter and Max would make a good match. Nor even Buttercup; Fragrant couldn’t blame her for doing something she herself had wanted to, and could not build up the nerve for.
Why had Max’s actions made her feel this way, made her almost act so beastly? It wasn’t like she was losing him, yet, he was still her squire, for the moment. But the court would go on holiday in not much more than a month; then he would be his own stallion, and with Buttercup would he ever talk to her again? No more breakfasts together, no more after court chats, no more stories of his early life. Then she would be alone again.
She didn’t have anyone who wasn’t a colleague or a servant, she realised. Wallflower, for all her joviality, was her superior; she could order her around. Fancy Pants and Fleur might act like her friends, but they had their own secrets. Greengrass had pretended to be her friend only to act for his own gain. Would anypony else at court act differently? Notebook was her servant. Only Max seemed to treat her as a true friend, as a normal mare, and now he had somepony else.
Trying to stifle a sob, Fragrant dragged herself to her hooves. She felt too bone-weary to return to her estate; she would spend the day here, then this evening work again. That was all her life was; work, sleep, work, sleep. She had served Equestria and the Princess for almost twenty years and what did she have? Nothing. No friends, no Max.
She slumped onto her bed and felt herself sink into it. It seemed far too large for just her. She laid there in solitude for a long time, waiting for sleep to take her away from her life and her misery.
“Is this all you’re bringing, dearie?” asked Mrs G, eyeing the small bag that Max had brought into the office.
“I think so, I’m only going to be away for one night,” replied Max. Truth be told, he was glad to get a little time away from Canterlot. Fragrant had been acting very distantly to him for the last few days, since he had been fooled by Greengrass into voting the wrong way. He was still kicking himself for his stupidity. Fragrant hadn’t openly blamed him, but she had cancelled their breakfast and dinner meetings. They still met most evenings, but those had all been short and to the point. He hoped his teacher wasn’t ill; she had been quite subdued around the court, even when she wasn’t dealing with him.
“And this date thing,” said Mrs G, looking disapproving. “Do you think it’s a good idea?”
“Well, it’s not exactly a date. Baron Fields has just asked me to escort his daughter to the Vicereine’s Jubilation, but... well, I think she likes me, and I like her. Zephyr was a while ago. It’s probably time to put myself out there again, as it were. I think I’d like to see where this goes. Maybe I’m wrong and I make a fool of myself…” He shrugged. “But, well, it’s not like I’ve not done that before.”
Mrs G muttered something that sounded like ‘Billies!’ under her breath. “Why does she call it a Jubilation, anyway? What’s wrong with calling it a party? Anyway, what about Fragrant?” she asked with more volume.
“What about her?”
“Don’t you think she might be a good match for you?”
“Fragrant? No, I’m totally wrong for her. Sure she beautiful and smart and witty, but she’s a Duchess and I’m only a Baron. She’s never shown any interest in me and she’s my teacher. We’re just good friends. I think Buttercup’s a better choice for me; she’s a bit young but I do like her.”
“I did tell you to talk to Fragrant, you know,” she said reproachfully.
“Yes, and you also told me that if I couldn’t, that I should move on rather than moping around the place. I couldn’t, so this is me moving on.”
Before the discussion could continue, there came a gentle knocking at the door. Frowning, Max went to answer it. There, leaning heavily on his cane, was Baron Rolling fields, Buttercup’s father. Max stood aside and let the aged Stallion into the office, where he slumped into a chair. He panted for a moment, then spoke. “Minty,” he said angrily. “I’ve just heard a rumour that you’re escorting my daughter to Puissance’s birthday Jubilation tonight. Now, you’re a nice chap, but in my day you asked a girl’s father before you did that sort of thing.” He shook his stick at Max.
Max sighed. This was obviously one of Rolling’s bad days. The old stallion’s health and memory seemed to fluctuate alarmingly from day to day. Max didn’t know how much longer the he could carry out his role if he carried on like this. It was a shame. He quite liked the Baron; he was one of his few friends at court. “Um, you asked me to be her escort, sir. Don’t you remember?” he asked gently.
“I’d think I’d remember something like that relating to me own daughter,” yelled Field. Then he blinked. “Oh, I did didn’t I, I’m sorry I... I forgot,” he mumbled.
“That’s alright,” said Max brightly. ”I’d forget my own head if it wasn’t tied on.”
“Here,” said Mrs G, appearing next to Rolling. “Have a drink, you’ll feel better.” She passed him a steaming cup of tea.
“Thank you,” said the Baron. “Now, where were we? Oh, the Jubilation! Yes, thanks for that. It wouldn’t be proper for a filly to go without an escort, and she certainly doesn’t want her old dad showing her up.” He sighed. “I’ll make it up to you once you’re back. Just make sure she’s happy and safe. She’s a good girl, looking after me; she deserves a fun night now and again. Just make sure she doesn’t spend her time working, and keep your hooves to yourself, right?” He nudged Max with a bony elbow.
“I’ll take good care of her,” said Max. “I hear almost every noble in the court got invited this year.” He hadn’t, but then he had only recently joined the court.
“Well she’s opened up the guest list this year. I got my invite almost before last year’s. I’m one of the few still here as old as Puissance; we get together every so often to complain about how the young ‘uns are ruining Equestria. Besides, I think she might be sweet on me. There was a time I might have been the third Mr Optiebeurs-Golo, you know.” He sighed, his eyes glazing for a moment. “Anyway, there’s no vote scheduled today or tomorrow, but have you sorted out your proxy just in case?”
“My what?” asked Max, looking confused.
“Your proxy. The chap to act in your stead if you’re not here and something comes up.”
“Oh, I didn’t think about that.”
“Didn’t Fragrant go over it with you?”
“No, I don’t think so. She’s been a bit busy for the last few days.”
“Well, you normally have a default proxy who fills in if you get sick or unexpectedly unavailable. Buttercup fills in for me. Then you can nominate specific ponies for specific times, but it’s a big pile of paperwork to do that. There’s some chaps who are hardly ever here, just keep their proxy about. Luna’s not happy about that sort of thing, though. Anyway, you better think of someone you trust. Whatever they do is on your head.”
“Can it be anyone?” asked Max. Maybe Fragrant would agree; he couldn’t think of leaving Nulpar in safer hooves.
“More or less. It’s got to be an Equestrian citizen, and it’s not supposed to be anyone else who can already vote. Conflict of interest and all that.”
Well, that ruined that idea, thought Max. Who else do I trust?
“You’ll need to sort somepony out for the summer as well,” continued Baron Fields. “The court may be on vacation, but you never know when something’ll pop up. I remember when there was that big blow up in Caballero – what was it, twenty, twenty five years ago, now? It happened during the summer; there were probably less than fifty of us real courtiers here, the rest were all proxies. Maybe the Cabas planned it that way, thought we’d take a while to get organised. Sneaky buggers! Well, we surprised them. All the proxies stepped up and did their jobs. Plus we’d just got that new-fangled telegraph thing set up, meant we could get at least some of the more important courtiers back here quicker than ever used to be possible, and keep in touch with the troops at the front once they set it all up.”
Although Max found the history lesson quite interesting, he was only vaguely aware of the war having happened when he was younger. He was more worried about sorting out some sort of cover for himself; his train was due to leave in only a few hours.
“I think this is what you were looking for,” said Mrs G, holding out a few sheets of paper stapled together, entitled ‘emergency appointment of a proxy’.
“Thanks,” said Max, flipping through the papers. They seemed simple enough. “I think I know just who to appoint.”
Fields looked up as Max completed the forms. His mouth dropped open as he peered at the document. “Well,” he said, gaping, “I think that’ll be a first.”
“Just made it!” exclaimed Max as the train slowly started to move. He’d ended up arriving at the station a bit late and had originally gone to the wrong platform. By the time he figured out his mistake, he only just had time to locate Buttercup and board the train before it left. At least it had all sorted itself out, he thought, as he stacked his and Lady Field’s luggage.
“I’ll keep this one with me,” said Buttercup, taking a thick briefcase in her mouth.
Shrugging, Max followed the younger mare into the first class carriage to their seats. The train was busy but not entirely full; there were a few seats still free. Most of the other passengers were likewise minor nobles heading to the jubilation. Max let Buttercup sit first before taking his own seat and bouncing up and down a few times. It was really plush. Beneath him, the train slowly started to wind its way down the mountain towards the plains, where it could pick up some speed.
Buttercup giggled a little at his behaviour. “Thanks for agreeing to be my escort,” she said.
“It’s nothing. I was happy to agree when your father asked me,” replied Max.
The mare frowned for a moment. “I do wish dad wouldn’t do that. I’m perfectly capable of going to these things by myself, or to find my own escort. I think he’s trying to fix me up with the various bachelors at court; probably wants grandfoals. Last time is was Sir Lance Alot, and before that Viscount Blueblood. I had to listen to him talk about himself all night. Dad even tried Duke Greengrass once, but I claimed I was sick. That stallion makes me feel slimy just looking at him, he’s almost as bad as Dirt Digger.” She stuck out her tongue and shuddered. “Err, not that I don’t want you here. Given the choice, I would have asked you anyway. I like you, Mounty.” She flushed a little.
“I’m happy to be here too,” agreed Max. “I like you too. You’re always helping others, like your father, and your charity work.”
“It’s nothing, really. You’re always helping ponies too, and you’re very kind and energetic and...” she seemed to run out of words. “And I really like your mane,” she finished hesitantly.
Max chuckled, running a hoof through his hair. “You should see it when I’ve just woken up.”
“I think I’d like that,” said Buttercup. Then she looked away, blushing. “Anyway, what I mean is that this doesn’t have to be anything more than just you taking me to a ball... unless you want it to be.”
Max paused for a moment. What did he want from this? Buttercup was kind and sweet and attractive, but did he see things going further? He didn’t know. He’d thought he and Zephyr would have lasted forever, and it hadn’t. He wasn’t sure if he could see him and Buttercup being together in ten years’ time, but he certainly wasn’t against dating her. “I think we should just try to have fun and see where things go, don’t you?”
Buttercup smiled. “That sounds perfect.” Then her face clouded a little. “There isn’t anypony else you're interested in, is there? I wouldn’t want to break anything up.”
“No, no pony else at the moment,” said Max, maybe a little too fast.
Buttercup looked perturbed for a moment, then turned to the window. “I don’t get away from Canterlot very often. In fact, I’ve more or less grown up there.”
“Really? I would have thought you’d have stayed in your father’s lands.”
“My mother died when I was born, and I think Dad was always a little scared of letting me go. He kept me with him, so I’ve spent most of my life in the castle. It’s not that bad, but it was a little lonely; there aren't many other foals there. We only went back to Houyhnhnm for the summer.”
“Where?” asked Max, looking confused.
“Houyhnhnm, my father’s province. Well, sub province. How can you not know that?” She looked shocked. “It’s announced by the sergeant before my father votes!”
“Well, I always thought he was just clearing his throat,” said Max awkwardly.
Buttercup stared at him for a moment, then began to giggle, which quickly grew into guffaws and even some very unladylike snorts. Max began to laugh as well.
“You truly are one of a kind, Max,” said Buttercup, once she got herself under control again.
“So what is Houyhnnnhnhnm like?”
“Houyhnhnm,” she corrected. “It’s quite a small place to the west. It has lovely rolling plains and great orchards of all sorts of trees and it’s on the coast,” she breathed. “Have you ever seen the sea, Max?”
“No, Nulpar’s inland.”
“Oh, you must visit someday. There are tall white cliffs – and beyond, blue as far as the eye can see, stretching off to the horizon. It’s just magical.” She sighed. “It makes me feel small, but in a good way, like nothing bad can happen because the sea will always be there for me. When I was little, my father used to take me out on a boat, and we’d just stay there all day just bobbing up and down, just him and me.” Her smile slipped. “It’s been a long time since we last did that. When I was small, he used to tell me that was where my mother was – beyond the sea – and that someday he’d go and meet her again there.” Her eyes misted a little.
Max rested his hoof on Buttercup’s. “You really love him, don’t you?”
“My father? Of course. He’s always been there for me. He could have dropped me off with some nanny, but he kept me with him, looked after me. Now I look after him while I can.”
Max’s face was suddenly split by a mighty yawn. “Sorry,” he apologised. “It’s a bit late for me.” Peering out the window, he noticed the sun was edging up the sky.
“It’s quite a way to Larraguible, almost twelve hours. You should get some sleep,” suggested Buttercup.
“That’s probably a good idea. How about you?”
The mare picked up her case and opened it, revealing reams of paper. “Oh, I’ll take a nap later, but I’ve got work to catch up on first.” She took out some spectacles and slipped them on.
“I didn’t know you wore glasses,” said Max. They looked good on her; they made her look a little older and strict... in an interesting way.
“I don’t. These don’t even have glass in them.” She stuck a hoof through the frame. “But they’re all the rage nowadays. Even the Princess wears a pair, or so I hear.”
Max examined her eyes closely and was surprised by how lined they were; she looked exhausted. She was probably doing most of her father’s job as well as her own charity work, he thought, and now she’s planning to work through this trip as well. He grabbed the case and slammed it shut, causing Buttercup to jump in her seat. “None of that. Your father told me to make sure you had fun tonight, and part of that is no working.”
“But...” complained the younger mare.
“No! Your father's orders!” he cried with a smile.
Buttercup pouted, looking even more adorable than normal. “Well, maybe I could do with a bit of a rest,” she admitted. “But when I wake up, I’ll get back to work. There are some things that need to be finished by the time I get back to Canterlot.”
“I’ll make sure you get the urgent stuff done before we get back to Canterlot,” agreed Max, putting the case on the far side of himself to her.
“I’ll just have a quick nap,” noted Buttercup, closing her eyes. “Then back to work,” she mumbled as the tension started to drain out of her body.
Max grinned as his companion slumped in her seat, lulled into dreams by the gently rocking of the train as it ate up the miles to their destination. Settling himself back into his seat, Max closed his eyes and joined her.
Max stirred against his nice warm pillow, and felt it give a little murmur of discomfort. Forcing his eyes open, he caught a glimpse of orange hair. He blinked and realised that he and Buttercup had become intertwined as they had slept, their necks curling around each other; she was gently drooling into his mane. He really should move, but it felt so very comfortable. Glancing out the window, he saw that the sun was beginning to lower; they must have slept for most of the day. Their destination couldn’t be too far away now.
Trying to peer up at Buttercup without moving his head too much, Max noticed how young she looked while asleep. The glasses, still on her muzzle, made her look like a filly playing dress up. He hadn’t realised it before, but she always looked so tense at court, as if she thought she shouldn’t be there. He liked how she looked now better. It seemed more natural.
Still unconscious, Buttercup took a mouthful of Max’s mane and began to slowly chew on it. The sensation caused Max to jump back, shocking his companion back into wakefulness.
“Wha...” mumbled Buttercup, looking around blearily. She stared at Max for a moment, then blinked and held up a hoof to stifle a laugh.
“What?” he demanded.
“Your mane!” she giggled. “You said I wouldn’t want to see it after you just woke up, and you were right!”
Max frowned a little as he tried to smooth down his wet and lightly chewed hair. “This is your fault,” he mumbled. “Anyway, are we almost there?”
Buttercup looked around. “I think so. I’ve only been to Larraguible few times, but this does seem familiar. Wait, how long have I been asleep?”
“Most of the day, I think. Six hours? Eight?”
“But I’ve got so much to do!” She reached over Max to try and get at her case.
He blocked her with a hoof. “The only thing you have to do is enjoy yourself. Think of today as a day off.”
“But...”
“You can do all your work on the trip back tomorrow. I’ll even help you, but today and tonight, they’re a holiday.”
For a moment it seemed like Buttercup might argue, but she sighed and folded her forearms. “Fine,” she pouted.
“Good. Now, why don’t you tell me about Larraguible, if you’ve been here before?”
It turned out that Larraguible wasn’t quite as grand as some of the stories made it out. The roads were not all paved with silver, although some of the higher class areas did contain semi-precious stones embedded in the cobbles. The train arrived on time, and Max and Buttercup disembarked into the packed station. The last minute preparations for the Vicereine’s birthday were in full swing, and guests and deliveries were being rushed back and forth.
Max felt quite lost in the crush, but Buttercup seemed to know where she was going. She took him by the hoof and led him through the station and out into the street beyond, which was just as packed. It took several minutes before they managed to hail a taxi cart to take them to the hotel where they would spend the night. All of the city centre hotels were already packed with guests, so they were staying on the outskirts. Still, the place looked very impressive, stretching up several stories and lavishly decorated; it seemed nicer than the hotel in Canterlot Max had spent his first month at court in.
It was only a few hours until the Jubilation began, and both Max and Buttercup quickly made their way to their adjacent rooms to get ready. The room itself was actually rather small, but Max wasn’t planning to spend much time in it, so it hardly mattered. He quickly began to unpack his few belongings; he had considered bringing his red suit, but Fragrant had told him he should show at least some variation in his wardrobe, so he’d bought a black tuxedo and bow tie for the event. The bow was pre-tied and on an elastic collar; he had no idea how some earth ponies managed to tie the things themselves.
Laying out the suit on his bed and preparing to bathe, Max idly wondered what Mrs G was doing back in Canterlot.
The vote was unexpected but urgent. A rogue hurricane was blowing in towards Manehatten, and the local weather patrols were not sufficient to divert it. More ponies from neighbouring provinces would be needed; maybe even Cloudsdale or another cloud city would need to be diverted to provide the ponypower to deal with it. It was likely that such matters could be sorted out ‘on the ground’ as it were, but a night court vote would cut through the red tape and get things moving quicker.
Unfortunately, over half of the court were away, many at Pussicence’s Jubilation, leaving it to an army of pages to round up the remaining courtiers and the missing members’ proxies. It took almost two hours before the majority of those needed were finally gathered in the court chambers and the situation announced by weather minister Duchess Fragrant Posey. Given the urgency of the situation, the court were only given a few minutes to discuss before the vote was called.
As per tradition, the most junior member of the court was the first to vote.
“Baron Mounty Max of Nulpar has noted himself as absent from the court. His vote thus falls to his proxy,” thundered the voting sergeant. “How do you vote?”
A figure stood among the lower ranking nobles, causing a few gasps to echo around the chamber. “I vote to provide aid to Manehatten, dearie,” announced the first goat to ever vote in the night court.
“Not bad,” though Max, as he examined himself in the mirror. He actually looked like a real noble for once. Fragrant had been right; a well fitted tux makes almost any stallion look good. He gave his tie one last adjustment – it seemed a little tight – before making his way out of his own room, and knocked on the neighbouring door.
“Just a minute,” came Buttercup’s slightly muffled voice.
Max stood there awkwardly for a moment, looking up and down the corridor. He hoped Buttercup wouldn’t be long; he didn’t want to be late for the party.
There was a click, and Max turned to see a vision framed in the doorway. Buttercup had straightened her orange mane, letting it flow down one side of her face. Most of her body was covered by a long flowing sea blue dress, tied at the barrel by a loose silver cord On her head sat a thin silver tiara.
Max gaped.
Buttercup grinned, before spinning on the spot, causing the dress to billow out. “That good?” she asked.
“You... you look great.”
“Thanks. You look good too.”
Max stood grinning for a moment, then he remembered something. “Oh, wait.” He produced a small box and opened it, revealing a mass of intertangled purple flowers. He passed the corsage to Buttercup, who sniffed them.
“They smell so nice,” she said. “But I don’t want to spoil my appetite. I’ll eat it later.”
“Take your time,” said Max, as Buttercup strapped it onto her foreleg. “They’re Asters. It’s sort of a tradition in Nulpar to present them during a first... well, date.”
“Oh,” Buttercup looked at her leg. “Thank you.”
“Now,” he held out his own leg, “We better be going, my lady. We would not want to be late.”
“Why thank you, Baron,” she replied with a curtsey and a giggle, before linking forearms with him and letting him lead her off towards the hotel’s main doors.
The area outside Huaso Manor, the family estate of the Optiebeurs-Golo, was packed with ponies. It seemed like half of the town were present for the show. It was like several circuses had taken up residence around the building, as games were set up here and there, and a veritable army of entertainers were performing for the crowd.
Towering over it all was a stage set up to one side. A pale yellow mare with a blue two-tone mane, dressed in a costume covered in blue gems, was singing from on top, surrounded by a horde of backing dancers. A crowd of onlookers were screaming their appreciation.
“Who is that?” cried Max, pointing to the musical mare as he helped Buttercup from their carriage, trying to make himself heard over the sound of the crowd. Nopony paid the pair a second glance as they made their way through the crowd.
“Sapphire Shores,” yelled back his date. “You haven't heard of her?”
“In Nulpar we normally make our own music,” he explained.
“She’s very famous – the pony of pop, they call her. Personally, I prefer Crescendo when I have the time to go to a show, but Sapphire’s still quite good.”
Max shrugged. Neither of the names meant anything to him. Maybe he should try to find out more about popular music.
Max took Buttercup’s hoof and the two of them pushed forwards against the crowd towards the gates of the mansion. The guards protecting it checked their tickets before letting them in. To Max’s surprise the sound of the crowd behind them vanished as soon as they passed through the gates, presumably due to some enchantment. The grounds within the walls were somewhat less packed that the area outside, but was still crowded, with small groups of ponies overseen by a legion of servants chatting with each other. In some ways, Max felt more out of sorts here than in the circus outside. He turned to Buttercup again to ask what they should do now, when trumpets broke over the other sounds, which quickly died down as anorchestral score wafted over the crowd. Max was just starting to recover from the shock when the whole sky seemed to erupt in light, as wave after wave of fireworks exploded. Among them, twelve equine shapes twirled around each other – their wings not the normal feathered pinions of pegasi, but butterfly-like creations of gossamer – trailing glittering dust as they went.
As the performance reached its crescendo, the winged ponies spread out in a starburst formation and landed next to the manor’s main entrance, six to each side. Between them, the evening’s hostess – Vicereine Puissance Noctilucent Optiebeurs-Golo – strode forwards. The old mare wore a long feathered dress and headpiece interwoven with her own plumage, causing the gown to ripple as she moved. Silently she moved to the dais that made up her mansion’s porch and spread her wings, which caused the whole dress to open up like a peacock's plumage. A gasp ran through the crowd. She certainly knows how to make an entrance, thought Max.
Beneath the Vicereine, the crowd went wild at the spectacle. She seemed to wallow in the attention for a moment, before raising a hoof. The entire crowd fell silent at her gesture. Overhead, a giant illusion of her flashed into existence so that even ponies at the very back of the crowd – and probably over much of the city – could see their host.
“My citizens,” she cried, voice amplified by magic. “Honoured members of the Night Court. My guests. I welcome you all to this Jubilation to celebrate not only the founding of this great province so many years ago, but also my own birth.”
“That’s quite a coincidence,” whispered Max, “That she was born on the anniversary of the founding of the province. “ Maybe he should do something for Nulpar’s first birthday next year?
“This is her official birthday,” replied Buttercup still looking up at their host. “I don’t know when her actual birthday is, she doesn’t advertise it,”
“I have worked hard all my life for the betterment of my people, for my house, and indeed for the whole of Equestria,” continued Puissance. “As the minister of Finance, I have ensured that all Equestria is more prosperous. But on this most special of days, I plan to give even more to you, my guests; food provided by award-winning chefs, music arranged by Songtime himself, entertainment from all across Equestria. All brought here at my command for you.” She paused for a moment to enjoy the cheers from the crowd. “Now, with no further delay, I welcome you into my home.” With that she turned quickly, her dress fanning out again, and strode imperiously into the mansion. As she did, sound seemed to return to the crowd, and the nobles started to make their way forwards towards the door, their conversations an excited hum.
The interior of the manor was no less grand than the exterior. The walls were covered by silk drapes in the colours of house Optiebeurs-Golo, interspaced with portraits of various important members of the family. Off to one side stood several long tables of food, already surrounded by a herd of hungry ponies. Chairs were discreetly placed around to give the older or more tired guests a place to rest. Here and there were secure cases containing carefully labelled trinkets from the Vicereine’s collection. In the centre stood a huge ice statue of the Vicereine, easily ten times life size; it was illuminated by orbiting balls of magical fire (presumably, as there were no sign that they were melting the statue), their light glittering through its crystalline structure. The vast ballroom was filled with ponies; many of them Max recognised from court, while some were so famous that they were known even in Nulpar. Between them weaved many black-suited servants, seeing to the guests’ every need. The hostess herself was taking court at the far side of the room on a raised plinth, while below her a crowd of sycophants and guests were lining up to thank her one by one.
Max felt a little overwhelmed, really. He was slowly getting used to life at court, but so far – after an initial flood of nobles wanting to get to know him – he’d found that most of the other courtiers tended to ignore him. But here, it seemed that everypony wanted to talk to everypony else about something or other. He and Buttercup had already been questioned by half a dozen groups of ponies about what they thought about the Jubilation, the Vicereine and many other topics which he knew nothing about. To his surprise, Buttercup seemed to have come into her own; normally when she was with her father, she stayed in the background, deferring to the old stallion and rarely offering an opinion. But here she seemed to know almost everypony’s name, and added an opinion to every topic. In a way he was glad, as it took the attention off of himself, but in another he wondered how much of this was a mask. He was supposed to be showing her a good time; was she really enjoying this?
While she finished off a discussion with a count about zoning regulations, Max found himself standing next to a small portrait almost entirely covered by some drapes. It portrayed a pegasus mare of maybe Buttercup’s age, sandwiched between two stallions of about the same age; she had a wing spread over each of them. It took Max a moment to realise that the mare was actually a much, much younger Puissance, her mane then a pristine white rather than the grey it was now. Baron Fields was right; she really had been a looker in the past. The biggest difference between then and now was the mare’s expression; both she and the stallions were smiling broadly. Max thought for a moment. He didn’t think he’d actually ever seen Puissance smile, although he had to admit he’d never met her outside of a court setting, and even then quite rarely.
“They’re her husbands,” said Buttercup, causing him to jump. Apparently her conversation was over. “The previous Mr Optiebeurs-Golo’s. Midas Lucra and Flashing Posey.”
“Both of them?” asked Max in surprise.
“Polygamy was a bit more common back there. She collected husbands as well as other things.”
Max considered for a moment. “Hang on. Flashing Posey?”
“Your teacher’s granduncle, or is that great granduncle? Many of the higher nobility are related to each other.”
Max examined the stallion in question. He couldn’t really see any similarity between the red stallion and Fragrant. “They seem... happy,” he noted.
“Maybe they were. They were young, and maybe even in love.” The mare took a further step closer to Max, their bodies almost touching.
“How about you? Are you happy to be here?” asked Max.
“Well, it’s a good opportunity to meet important ponies. Make useful connections.” Buttercup looked down.
“That sounds like work to me,” huffed Max. “Is that what you really want to do here? How you want to spend your night off?”
“Well, some of them are interesting... but most aren't,” she admitted. “It takes a very, very special type of pony to enjoy zoning regulations.”
“So what do you actually want to do?”
“Well, there are a few guests I’d like to talk to,” she admitted. “But you know, I think I’d like to dance, and maybe get something to eat.”
“Then let’s go and do that. Night off, remember?” said Max with mock strictness.
“Yes, Baron,” said Buttercup with a smile. Then she sighed. “But we have to talk to the Vicereine at some point.” She glanced over to their host’s throne a little nervously. The crowd seemed to have thinned a little. “And we might as well do that now.”
“Fine. But after that, nothing but fun, right?”
“I’ll try.”
The wait to talk to Puissance took maybe half an hour, and Max tried to make small talk with a few of the ponies in the queue, but he found himself mostly clueless when it came to the potential growth of the jewel market in Califurlong. Finally, they made their way to the front and stood before their host. She was raised a little above them, still clad in her feathery dress, and Max had to crane his neck somewhat uncomfortably to look her in the eye.
“Ah, Baron Max, Lady Buttercup,” noted Puscience as they approached. “I hope you are enjoying yourselves.”
“Thank you for inviting us to your Jubilation, your Excellency,” said Buttercup, giving a curtsey.
“Happy Birthday,” said Max bowing. “It’s very grand.”
“What is the use of power and wealth, if you cannot use it to put on such spectacles for those less fortunate?” said Puscience. “On that note, I am glad that the bill you were campaigning for, to allocate resources for a further Ontarneigho orphanage, passed, Lady Buttercup.”
Buttercup seemed to flinch slightly. “Thank you, your excellency, for the unexpected aid you provided.”
“Well, foals are the future, are they not? We have a responsibility to ensure they are raised and educated correctly to better fit into society, even if they do not have parents. I have ensured that my own foals, grandfoals and great grandfoal are raised correctly,” she said with some pride. “It is only right I ensure the same for others. On the note of foals and parents, how is your father? I am sorry to hear he could not make it, but I am sure Baron Max will be able to keep you entertained.”
“My father is well, but given his age he could not make the trip here. He sends his apologies.”
“Thank you. It is unfortunate that Rolling has not had the good fortune to age as well as I.” She sounded a little wistful. “We really must meet up some time and discuss his health in more depth. It is marvellous what doctors can do nowadays.”
“Yes, your Excellency,” said Buttercup, sounding extremely uncomfortable. Silence lingered for a few seconds, and Max felt he should fill it with something. Then he remembered his gift.
“Oh, I have a present for you, Vicereine,” he said, holding out a small ribbon-wrapped box.
“A present?” asked Puscience in surprise. “How quaint, but it is tradition that I give presents on my birthday rather than receive them. I, after all, have almost everything I could need.”
“Oh,” said Max, his face colouring. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know... well, if you don’t want it...”
“I didn’t say that.” She stretched out a hoof and took the box before carefully unwrapping it and examining the contents. “It is a rock,” she said, her eyes narrowing.
“Um, yes. I took it from the top of mount Bodach in my province. I think I might be the first pony to ever scale it; even pegasus find it hard to land there.”
“So it’s unique, then,” she said, slowly turning over the grey stone with the occasional white and green flecks.
“Well, I suppose so. The rock itself is Kimberlite, according to one of my friends. Not that common, but where it came from is probably unique.”
Puscience looked up with a strange look on her face. “Thank you, Baron, for your kind gift,” she said. There were a few more seconds of uneasy silence. “Now, I really must see to the rest of my guests.” She waved a hoof, indicating that their audience was over, and Buttercup took Max’s hoof and pulled him away.
“Are you alright?” he asked, once they were out of earshot. “You look nervous.”
“Oh, it’s nothing. I just find the Vicereine a little intimidating,” she admitted.
“I can understand that,” agreed Max. “But she doesn’t seem that bad.”
“Anyway, I think I could do with a drink,” said Buttercup, turning to a passing servant.
To Max’s surprise, they actually had mead. He’d found it hard to get his drink of choice at many Canterlot events, but here they seemed to have everything, literally; the servant had managed to roll off half a dozen types from him to choose from. It wasn’t quite as good as that which Honeybun made it, but it certainly hit the spot. He sighed contentedly as he watched Buttercup sip her second glass of wine, the first having disappeared quickly to calm her nerves. He was surprised how upset the mare seemed to be after her meeting with Puscience; was something going on between the two of them, or between her father and the old mare? He’d have to ask later but, he reminded himself, tonight was a chance to put such things behind them and just have fun.
Unfortunately, he and Buttercup had been caught up in conversation with another of the court members that made up much of crowd: the Marquis de Salad, and his guest Lemon Hearts. Apparently some sort of philanthropist; Max hadn’t heard of her. Up until now, Buttercup had managed to take the lead in all of these conversations, but she seemed oddly nervous now, so Max was left to try and make small talk by himself. “What do you think of the party so far?” he asked the Marquis.
“Why, it’s simply fabulous, the Vicereine’s dress was inspired, I see a great use of feathers in clothes for all tribes over the coming months. Of course, the Grand Galloping Gala is only a month or so away now, so it’s a bit late for that to be affected, but feathers are definitely the way to go for the autumn. Now, I see you’ve gone for a standard black suit this time, it's certainly a safe choice, but your use of red for your ennoblement was rather brave – although traditional for the event, that colour has really slipped out of use recently. Although I have to admit it does go with your coat, still, I think a purple or maybe even pink might have...”
Max stood, mouth open, as the tidal wave of words continued to spill from the Marquis. Although he knew Fragrant was considered somewhat of a fashion expert, he was totally lost; he only owned three formal outfits.
“Baron?” It took a second for Max to realise somepony was talking to him.
“Sorry.” He shifted his attention back to the Marquis.
“I said, how long have you and the lovely Miss Fields been a couple? The usual gossips seem to have missed you two.”
“Oh, um, were not,” said Max. I think, he thought. ”I’m just acting as her escort for the night.”
“Right,” said the Marquis, giving an exaggerated wink.
“How long have you and Ms Hearts been together?” countered Max.
“Me and... oh dear no, my husband would have a fit!”
“The very idea,” tittered Lemon, looking a little distant.
“Lemon is just a friend of the family. In fact, she helped make the family. She was the one who found us our dear little Caesar, and she was so helpful with the adoption. When she asked me to bring her to this event, I just couldn’t say no.”
“Oh, that was nice of her.”
“Yes, she’s so very good with the foals. Why, she practically runs that orphanage by herself. Without her, I don’t know how foal protection services could cope.”
“But are orphans really that much of a problem in wider Equestria?" asked Max. Lemon looked up in interest. "Sure enough, even back home in Saddlesbu… err, Nulpar,” he still made that mistake too often, “Unfortunate accidents do happen. When such thing do happen though, there's almost always a close family member or friend that can take such foals in." He thought of Brave Heart. Even with his mother still unconscious and his father long dead, the colt was being looked after by his uncle and his family. The other orphans from the Innsbuck disaster had similarly been taken in by other villagers.
Lemon Hearts seemed to examine him for a few seconds before replying. "Were it only that simple in the cities, Mr. Mounty." Max grinned at her use of a less formal title. It was nice to see somepony who didn’t care about that sort of thing. "In your own home province, where isolated villages of only a few hundred ponies – plus the odd goat or hippogriff – are the norm, it's a rather simple matter for everyone to know everyone else. In the cities, however, where we are constantly surrounded by thousands or more, there just isn't enough time in the day to meet them all. As such, it is exceedingly difficult to know who can be trusted, and so far too many ponies respond by simply trusting nopony at all."
Max frowned. He supposed that could be true, however unpalatable it seemed. "Of course, that's not to say we don't all still have our associates,” continued the Mare. “But the kind of community bonds strong enough to take in a stranger's child… not so much. Even when such is the case, there is still the matter of trust. Sad as it is to say, there are always those who take in abandoned children, not out of genuine love, but for any number of potential ulterior motives. That, Mr. Monty, is why organisations with established reputations like my own are so vital. Why, just the other day I met a young mare who slipped through the cracks, who spent her whole youth growing up shuffled between foster families that never wanted her in the first place. That's no way for any foal to grow up, wouldn't you agree?"
Max hadn’t really thought about it. “No, of course not,” he admitted.
"See, Max," gushed Buttercup, apparently finally finding her tongue. “Madam Hearts here is such a wonderful pony." Then she blushed a little. "I’m sorry… I mean that is… it's just that I've been something of a fan of your work for some time now. It's both an honour and a privilege to finally get to meet you in person. You’ve done such a wonderful job for so many foals. I’m actually the patron for a charity hoping to set up an orphanage similar to yours in Ontarneigho, and I was just wondering… that is, if it wouldn't be too much of an inconvenience... if I could pick your brains for a moment?"
“Of course dear, although now may not be the time for a detailed discussion. Maybe we can arrange a more formal meeting some when?” replied Lemon.
“Oh, I would like that, but can I ask just a few questions?”
"It's such a wonderful thing to see such enthusiasm in young and upcoming dilettantes. You remind me so much of myself at your age.” She smiled at the reminiscence. “Would that there were only more ponies like us, Equestria could be such a better place. Of course, I would be glad to lend whatever personal assistance I can to help your own endeavours succeed. I find myself becoming a bit parched, though. Would anypony like a drink?"
“I think I could stand another mead,” said Max.
“Wine for me,” said Buttercup.
“Good, I’ll just...” said Lemon turning away.
“No need,” said the Marquis. “That is what the servants are here for, after all.”
“There’s no need to bother, I can...” began the mare, but the noble had already clopped his front hooves together, and a black clad servant seemed to materialise next to him, ready to take his order. “Chocolate milk for you, wasn’t it?” he said to Lemon.
“Um, yes,” she blushed slightly. “It’s a taste I’ve picked up from my little ones,” she admitted.
“So how do your orphans make their way to you, Ms Hearts?” asked Max
“Oh, various ways, most via foal protection services, although in some cases, those aware of their own mortality and without a suitable surrogate may appoint me guardian of their most precious possession. Some of my more troublesome guests are even brought to me by the guard, although I find that with a little love they can become perfect citizens.”
They stood in companionable silence for a few moments, enjoying their various drinks.
“Excuse me, but I need to visit the little filly’s room,” admitted Lemon. “I’ll be right back.”
“Oh, I’ll come with you,” said Buttercup.
The older mare examined the younger for a moment, then moved in to whisper to her conspiratorially. “I’m sure I can find it by myself, and you probably want to spend as much time with your escort as possible. You wouldn’t want some other mare to catch his eye while you’re gone, would you?”
Buttercup’s eyes widened and she even seemed to pale for a moment before moving closer to Max. She raised a hoof, and for a moment seemed ready to put a possessive arm around him, before she relaxed and nodded to the older mare as she wandered off.
“Well,” said De Salad. “It appears that I have lost my companion for the moment.” He appeared unconcerned by this turn of events. “Now, where was I? Oh yes, what do you think the fashion for jackets will be next year, three or four buttons? I was certain it was going to be three, but I was just talking to Fancy Pants last week and...” Max sighed. This could be a long night.
“Did we lose him?” asked Max, his head swivelling from side to side.
“I think so,” giggled Buttercup from alongside him, trying to muffle her amusement with a hoof.
“I know it was rude of me, but I just couldn’t stand another minute of him.” He looked over at where De Salad was still standing, rabbiting on to thin air, not yet realising his audience was missing. “What would you like to do next?”
“Well, I’m feeling a little hungry.” She raised the forearm with the corsage on it; several bites had been taken out of it. “Then maybe some dancing? If you want.”
“That sounds nice. I think I’d like to try this ‘award winning’ food.”
Together, they trotted off to the buffet tables, still full of plate after plate of food. The couple separated for a moment to hunt down their own favourites. Max was a little surprised by the lay out; he had expected something exotic, maybe griffin or Prench cuisine, but it seemed that most of it was good solid fare. He took a bit from a carrot stick; it was satisfyingly crunchy. Certainly top marks from him.
“Do you like it?” asked a nearby orange mare in a mulberry dress.
“‘s good,” said Max, talking with his mouth full. “Bit like we have at home, but normally more potatoes.”
“Oh, there are some over there,” said the mare, pointing at another table.
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” said the mare, glowing with pride that a member of the nobility seemed to enjoy her food.
After they had eaten their fill, Max and Buttercup stood together against one of the walls, watching the crowds. The Vicereine had abandoned her plinth and was now making her way through the crowds, followed by a stream of hanger-ons.
“So, what’s next?” asked Max.
“Well,” said Buttercup a little nervously. “I thought we could maybe dance for a bit, if you want to?” She gestured to the dance floor, where a group of ponies were gliding around gracefully.
Max swallowed a little painfully. “Well, I’m not that much of a dancer, really... but I’m willing to give it a go.”
Suddenly a hush broke through the crowd, and Max’s head swung round to see Puissance, her face black as a thunder cloud, with fondue dripping off of her.
“Whoops…” announced one of the servants, holding a now empty tray. “But I guess now tonight's dinner really is all on the Vicereine." Although Max had to bite him tongue not to laugh, Puissance herself seemed less than amused. "Gee, tough crowd; I—" the servant saw the look on her employer’s face and swallowed painfully. "…I'll just be going, that is." And with that, the mare ran off into the crowd.
Puissance ruffled her wings with agitation, splattering sticky bits of food on the nearby guests, before she was surrounded by a horde of well-wishers and vanished from sight.
“I wouldn’t want to be that servant when the Vicereine catches up with her,” said Buttercup.
“I’m sure she’ll be fine. It was just an accident, after all. It’s not like a little spilt food will kill anypony,” countered Max.
“Anyway, where we?” said Buttercup. “Oh, yes, I have to teach you to dance. Now, put your forearm around me.” Max gently put an arm around his partner’s neck. “A little rougher?” she suggested. “I won’t break.” He tightened his grip and pulled the mare closer to him. “That’s better.” She sighed, resting her head on his shoulder for a moment, then straightened as the band started anew tune.
Buttercup seemed to flow away from him, and he had to struggle to keep up as she led him around the floor, occasionally quietly whispering into his ear about what he should be doing with his hooves. He had been lying a little when he said he wasn’t much of a dancer; he was quite good at the folk dances back in Sadlesberg, but this was a little different. Still, the basic skills seemed to be the same, and they quickly came back to him. After a while, they were even drawing some jealous looks from some of the other dancers, as they glided across the floor together, lost in each other’s eyes for a timeless moment.
“I think that’s enough for now,” murmured Buttercup, panting a little. “I could do with a breather.”
Coming back to himself, Max realised that his hooves were aching a bit. They must have been going for quite a while. “Of course,” he said, leading her away from the dance floor. “Is that the type of music Crescendo plays?” he asked.
“Err, no, her style is quite a bit different. Maybe I can show you some time.”
“I think I’d like that. What do you want to do now?”
“Maybe we could have another drink? I’m thirsty. And then maybe talk for a while. We might be able to go out into the gardens. I hear the flowers are lovely – there is a whole meadow of just night-flowering blooms.”
“That sounds lovely.”
“Oh, yes. They’re supposed to be exquisite, they put father’s to shame. I think they’re...”
“Fire!” came a yell from across the room, “It's a Fire! Everypony for themselves!”
Max’s head snapped round to see a small herd of panicked guests rushing away as a cloud of smoke started to drift into the hall. The call was quickly taken up as more and more ponies noticed the commotion.
“Fire!”
“YEAH!!!”
“Run for it!”
“What’s happening?” asked Buttercup, her face paling.
“Probably just a little accident, nothing to worry about,” said Max, trying to sound soothing, as he gripped her hoof tight and began to make his way to towards the main door. “But we should clear the area to allow the fireponies to deal with it.”
They were quickly surrounded by fleeing ponies as panic began to spread around the hall, and a stampede of nobles and servants started to thunder towards the main door. Max tried to keep a grip on Buttercup, but a large stallion rushed past, knocking both of them aside. Max scrambled to his hooves, and looked around for his companion in the sea of ponies. “Quick! Get to the gates! Run, run, RUN!" came a yell from the front of the house, followed by the sounds of the gates being thrown open. Smoke seemed to be billowing from several doors and passageways now.
There she was, he thought. Buttercup was not too far away, curled up on the floor and trying to prevent any limbs from being trampled by the remaining herd of panicked nobles. She looked terrified. Max leapt through the crowd, hopping from side to side and trying to avoid crashing into any other guests. As he approached, he caught Buttercup’s gaze, and she held up a welcoming leg for him to grab. Out of the corner of his eye, Max noticed a large mare in uniform rushing towards his fallen date, and cried out a warning. The guard’s eyes widened as she tried to swerve out of the way, but she collided with a neighbour and staggered onwards. Kicking out with his hind legs and using all his might, Max leapt forwards, grabbing Buttercup and wrapping his body around her as the two of them rolled aside.
“Are you all...” began Max, breathing heavily as he turned to look into Buttercup’s shocked face. Then suddenly she had wrapped her limbs around him and was kissing him, and although he wasn’t sure, he was probably kissing her back.
“I’m fine, I think,” she said when they finally separated. “You saved me!”
Max looked around the room and noticed the smoke still starting to drift into the room. “We still need to get out of here. “ He grabbed her, and realised she was shaking slightly, before leading her towards the main doors.
“It was some sort of trick?” asked Buttercup, sounding angrier than Max had ever seen her before.
“Apparently, somepony set off a smoke spell and somepony else thought it was a fire.” They were standing just outside the mansion, and around them festivities were still carrying on. The Vicereine was hopping mad at the affront, but she had still put on a show for her guests; the events prepared for the town population were expanded and others set up within the grounds, while inside, an army of servants worked at a frantic pace to tidy things up the manor.
Despite the number of ponies, the night was still a little crisp, and Buttercup shivered a little in her thin dress. Seeing her distress, Max slipped off his jacket and offered it to her. She shook her head, so he leaned up against her to keep her warm. She didn’t protest this aid.
In the end, they snuck out of the grounds, giggling like naughty foals, and enjoyed their time in the carnival-like celebration outside the manor even more than they had the ball within. Wandering from entertainment to entertainment – jugglers, fire breathers, dancers, captive animals – they had both managed to forget that he was a member of the night court; instead they were just a couple of ordinary ponies out enjoying themselves. Buttercup gently steered Max away from the kissing booth, where a greenish mare with a multi-coloured mane batted her eyelashes at him, and towards a test your strength machine where he woefully failed to win her a prize, but she still cheered him on. Later, she proved to be surprisingly adept at hooking prize wooden ducks from a pond.
It was almost a shame when they returned to the manor an hour later. By the time they got there, it was almost impossible to tell anything had ever happened.
The couple talked and danced and lived the night away, until finally, leaning on each other – only partially due to the drinks – they stepped outside to hail a cart to take them back to their hotel.
They never did find a chance to visit the garden, though. It was closed and under guard for some reason.
Max’s hooves were heavy by the time he and Buttercup arrived at her room. They stood in silence outside her door for a moment.
“I had a lovely time tonight,” said Buttercup at last. “It was good to not have to worry about the court for a day, and to spend it with you. Despite the false alarm, and almost being trampled by a mob.”
“I enjoyed it too. I’m sure I’d have been totally lost if I was there by myself... I probably would have talked to the wrong ponies, insulted our hostess, caused the riot myself...” He was suddenly cut off as Buttercup put her mouth over his, her tongue questing forwards. He started back in surprise.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I...” she stammered.
“That’s alright, I was just a little surprised.” He rested a hoof on her back, not sure what else to say.
She turned and opened the door to her room. Then she turned back. “Look I... I’m still on holiday, and ponies do spontaneous things on holiday... I’ve wanted to say this all night, but do you...” She looked down. “Would you like to stay the night, with me,” she clarified.
Max was a little taken aback. A part of his mind had thought, had hoped, that the night might end this way, but now that it was here, he wasn’t sure what to do. She was young, but not too young to know what she was saying, and he’d enjoyed her company, but did he really know her? It had been a long time since Zephyr. For a moment he thought of Fragrance, but she didn’t feel that way; better he moved on, rather than obsess over her. His mind seemed to be scattering in all directions. Then he concentrated and made his decision.
“It can even be a one off thing,” she continued, seeing him pause. “I just want to have good memories of tonight. I know there are a lot better mares you could choose from and you might have...” Now it was her turn to be cut off by Max kissing her, and she didn’t pull away. They remained connected for some time, before finally pulling apart. She stood there for a second, eyes slightly glazed and breathing quickly, before taking Max’s hoof and leading him, unprotestingly, into her room.
The door closed behind the two of them with a click.
Several days had passed since the events of the Jubilation, and once Max had returned to Canterlot, he had fallen back into his usual rhythm.
“Ok, put your hoof there. Yes, right there. Feel how firm that is? Good. Now slowly push downwards, repeat it again and again. Faster now, we’re almost at the end...” Max was getting a little out of breath. “And yes... that’s it.” He sounded relieved.
“Thanks, baron,” said the mare next to him, panting hard. “That was my first time, and I wasn’t sure what to do. You’re a good teacher.”
“Well, I don’t like to brag, but I’ve had a lot of practice.” He glanced around at the grunting and sweating ponies scattered around the room.
“Ok, now push off,” he ordered his pupil. The unicorn mare, clad in full armour, jumped from the top of the climbing wall and was slowly lowered to the ground by her safety gear. Following her example, Max hopped down the wall and came to rest at the bottom. Around the gym, various members of the guard were sparring with each other or working out under the careful eye of their instructors. News of his use of the training equipment had finally filtered up the command structure of the guard, and to his surprise, rather than being banned, they had co-opted him to act as a trainer. “Right, I think you’ve got the basics down now. Rest for a few minutes, then we can try it again, with the rocks this time.” The trainee groaned as she looked up at the large boulders resting on top of the wall, and at the unicorns placed to randomly knock them down.
Max grinned at her reaction. He’d been feeling on top of the world since he and Buttercup had returned from Larraguible. He didn’t know exactly what his current relationship with Buttercup was; colt and filly friend? Friends, with or without benefits? Whatever; it seemed to agree with him. He supposed they should just sit down and talk about it at some point. They had spent what time together they could when their schedules allowed, but had rather tip toed around what direction their relationship was going. Oddly, her father had invited him to join him at a spa later, apparently as thanks for escorting his daughter to the vicereine’s party. Really, Max had thought that the trip itself had been reward enough, but he didn’t want to reject the baron’s kindness. Maybe Buttercup would be there, although it might be a bit awkward to discuss things with her father there.
Pulling his mind back to the present, Max gestured to his next pupil. Then suddenly there was a cry from somewhere near the ground. “Hey, mister!” Confused, Max looked down and saw an orange pegasus filly flanked by several night guards.
Max frowned. He knew that training in the guard could start young, but the foal looked young even for a cadet. “Can I help you, miss?” he asked.
“Scootaloo. Can I climb the wall, please, mister?” she pleaded eyes opening wide.
“A little respect,” warned one of the guards. “He’s a baron.”
Waving away the guard’s objection, Max knelt to put his face closer to the filly’s level. “It’s Mounty Max, actually, but you can call me Max.” Max looked up at the towering construction. “It’s awfully big for a little filly.”
The foal puffed out her chest, and her eyes blazed for a moment. “I’m not that small!” she protested. “Anyway, my teacher, Miss Cheerilee, says that when you find something you really want to do, you should keep trying until you get it right, and I really want to climb mum’s wall.”
“Your mother’s wall?” asked Max, looking around for the mare.
“Nocturne,” said one of the guards. Max recognised him as Sergeant Smiles. “She was in the guard, one of the best we ever had.” He looked down at Scootaloo with a strange look on his face.
“Did she bring her daughter to work?” asked Max.
“No, Scootaloo is here on a school trip. Nocturne is...” The sergeant winced a little. “...no longer about, baron.”
“Oh,” said Max, the jangle dropping.
“Yeah, Nocturne helped make a lot of the equipment around here,” said another of the guards.
“So can I?” asked the child again, her eyes wide and radiating enthusiasm.
“I suppose so...” began Max, his defences beginning to crumble under the onslaught of cuteness.
“Great!” began Scootaloo, rushing towards the wall.
“Wait a minute,” cried Max, grabbing the filly by the tail before she could start clambering between the rocks. “Safety first!” he scolded the foal. “You need to put on a harness.” He hoped they had one that would fit the child.
“Aww! That’s boring. I’m not gonna get hurt.”
“You know what else is boring?” asked Max. “Having to spend the whole summer inside and not able to play with your friends because you broke your legs.”
The filly looked thoughtful for a moment. “Yeah that would be awful,” she agreed.
“It happened to me. I climbed on top of my house once to try and get a kite down, and I fell and hurt myself. A kite can’t hold up a foal, you know.”
For a moment, Scootaloo looked like she was considering testing that hypothesis, but she eventually seemed to accept it as truth.
“I had to spend the rest of the summer inside while my legs healed, and my friends all got to have fun outside. It was horrible.” He’d gone a little stir crazy at the time; at least Piste had visited him most days.
“That sounds horrible!” The foal stuck out her tongue in disgust.
“It was, so safety first!”
“Are you sure?” the filly whined. “I’m sure I won’t get hurt.”
“Even if you are sure, you need to set a good example for all the guards around,” he whispered, moving closer to Scootaloo. “They might not all be as good as you. Besides,” he continued as a normal volume, “If your mother made the wall, she also made the safety equipment, and I’m sure she used to use it as well.” Max looked around for some support and the nearby guards all nodded.
“Well, I suppose I don’t want anypony else to get hurt,” agreed Scootaloo.
“Good!” said Max with a grin.
It took a while, but they eventually managed to stuff a helmet with added padding, and got it to fit snugly on Scootaloo’s head before strapping her into a harness.
“Please, can I try now?” Scootaloo moaned, fidgeting at her straps.
“Just a second,” said Max, nodding to the unicorns, who locked the cage at the top of the wall into place to stop the boulders from falling.
“Oh come on, that was the best part!” pouted the filly.
Max grinned at the young daredevil. “Let’s see if you can get to the top first, then you can try it with the boulders.”
Not pausing, the foal rushed towards the wall and began to clamber over the lower rocks, squeezing her form between them as she went. Max watched for a moment, before scampering up the wall alongside and then over her.
“Hey!” she cried. “How are you doing that?” she asked, struggling to rise above another outcrop.
“Practice,” replied Max with a chuckle. “Slow down and watch what you’re doing with your hooves,” he ordered. “Put your front right hoof there, then your left one there, and lean against the wall. Good, now lift yourself up.” The filly followed his instructions and found it easier to push herself up. “Now, do you want to try something really cool?” asked Max, eyeing the ground about a dozen feet below.
“Yeah!” replied Scootaloo, rapidly nodding her head.
“Okay, lean back against the ropes - don’t worry, you won't fall - then kick off with your hind legs.” The filly looked a little unsure for a moment, and then did as she was told. She swung away from the wall for a moment. Then the ponies holding the safety ropes gave a jerk on the lines, lifting her into the air, her wings buzzing instinctively as she flew through the air.
“I’m flying!” she yelled in joy.
Max grinned as the filly was lowered gently to the ground.
“Hey, you tricked me!” grumbled Scootaloo. “Now I’m back on the ground.”
“Well, you can try again now, and you know what to do if you start to fall,” explained Max.
“What is this child doing here?” came an imperious voice. Max winced as he looked up. Archduke Fisher was approaching, Volk in tow. The archduke didn’t much like him being here, let alone other civilians.
“I’m taking responsibility for her,” announced Max, dropping back to the ground and stepping between the filly and the stallion.
“This is not a playground, baron,” snarled Fisher.
“Sorry, sir,” said Smiles. “But the girl wanted to see the equipment her mother, Sergeant Nocturne, set up.”
Recognition seemed to flicker across Fisher’s eyes, and to Max’s surprise his face softened. “I see.” He knelt to put his face level with the filly. “Your mother was a truly exceptional guard, girl, an honour to the uniform. She gave her all in the service of Equestria.”
“You say your mother made this wall?” He looked up at the construction.
“Yes sir, and I’m going to beat it. When I’m older, I’m going to join the guard and be just as good as my mother was!” she boasted.
A faint smile crept over Fisher’s face. “I’m sure you will, lass. Equestria could do with more like you.” Fisher gave Scootaloo a crisp salute, which she returned somewhat more sloppily. “Very well, carry on,” he ordered, getting to his hooves and turning away.
“That was nice of you,” said Max, stepping away from Scootaloo for a moment as the filly prepared for her next ascent.
“I am a father, Baron Max,” said Fisher, looking Max in the eye. “I know what it is like to want your child to be proud of your deeds, and to be proud of my son.” Not waiting for a reply, he turned and walked away.
You think you know somepony, thought Max, watching the Archduke go. Then they turn around and turn out to be somepony entirely different. He returned his attention to his pupil. “Ok, Scootaloo, let’s see how high you can get this time. Now, if you start by putting your hoof there, you see where that rock is...”
Slowly, the filly began to clamber up the surface, one hoof at a time, with Max following along behind her. At the bottom a small crowd of guards began to gather, occasionally shouting encouragement. With rather more enthusiasm than skill the young pony made her way about a third of the way up the wall.
“SCOOTALOO!” came a cry from below. Max looked down and saw a panicked pink-maned mare rushing across the room towards him, followed closely by an orange stallion. “SCOOTALOO, GET DOWN HERE!”
Above him, Scootaloo noticed the commotion and turned her head to look down, tottering a little as her concentration wavered. “Miss Cheerilee, Miss Cheerilee!” she yelled. “Look at me! Look how high up I am!” This must be the filly’s teacher, thought Max.
“Who’s in charge of the climbing wall?” yelled the mare.
“None of us are using it, so I think he is,” said a guard, pointing upwards. “Hey, baron!”
“Oh! You must be Miss Cheerilee!” called Max. “I’m Baron Mounty Max. Scootaloo told me all about you!”
The teacher ground her teeth in annoyance. “Yes, well, I—“
“I think it’s great that there are teachers who want to encourage their student’s passions to this extent!” Mounty replied with what he hoped was a winning smile. “My teachers always got mad at me when they caught me climbing on stuff.”
“…Er, what?” asked Cheerilee.
“The guards let me climb here in exchange for lessons for the newbies. I was just getting started when Sergeant Smiles brought in Scootaloo there.” Scootaloo, in the process of climbing to a higher rock, pried one hoof off the rocks to wave at the adults in response to her name. “And she said that she really wanted to climb the wall, and you, her chaperone, wanted her to do it too! How could I say ‘no’ to that? So I got her into the safety gear, and up we went!”
“She told you that I wanted her to climb the wall,” said Cheerilee.
“Yep!” said Max. Why did the teacher sound surprised, he thought.
“And you believed her.”
“Well… just look at her.” Mounty smiled. “I don’t think such an obviously sweet and innocent foal would lie or say something she wasn’t sure was true.”
Cheerilee seemed to fight with herself for a moment before giving a sigh. “In any event, the field trip is just about over,” she managed. “Could you please get Scootaloo down?”
“Aww!” complained Scootaloo. “But I wanna get to the top!”
“Sorry, kid,” said Mounty. “You should listen to your teacher. Come on. Kick off like I showed you.”
Scootaloo kicked off from the wall, swinging out in space. Cheerilee looked like she was going to scream for a moment, but then Scotaloo’s fall was halted by the rope and she was slowly lowered to the ground. Max met her at the bottom.
“That was awesome!” said Scootaloo. “Thanks, Baron Max!”
Max was about to tell Scootaloo it was nothing, when Cheerilee marched over to him and prodded him sharply in the chest. “You should be ashamed of yourself,” she snapped. “Letting a child take part in such a dangerous activity.”
“But,” stuttered Max, “The boulders weren’t even primed. And she had all the safety gear—“
“What if she’d gotten hurt?” demanded Cheerilee. “Heavy Roller! Do you have anything to say to this noble who sent your daughter up that wall?” Max was suddenly hit by a wave of guilt. What if something had gone wrong?
The orange stallion stood stock still for a moment, looking back and forth between Max, the wall and the foal. “You’re the one who got her outfitted to climb the wall?” he said finally.
“Well, yeah…” Mounty looked down. “I’m sorry if I screwed up. I’m still new, and—“
The stallion took Max in a rib-cracking hug. “You convinced her to wear safety gear!” he exclaimed, seemingly overjoyed. “I had to beg her for hours to get her to wear a helmet on her scooter! She still hasn’t put seatbelts in her wagon! She wanted to go swimming in Snake Bite Bog without even taking snake repellent! But you got her to wear a helmet and a harness before doing something dangerous! That’s incredible!”
“Of course!” said Mounty. Were they talking about the same Scootaloo? “Safety first. Hey, Scootaloo, you’re going to put seatbelts in that wagon, right?”
“Yes, sir!” chirped Scootaloo. “Because if I stay safe, I won’t get hurt, and then I can keep doing AWESOME things! But if I get hurt, I’ll have to spend days or weeks in the hospital, and I won’t be able to do anything cool!”
“Exactly!” said Mounty.
“I might even install emergency brakes on the scooter, and—“ began Scootaloo.
“That’s – that’s amazing!” interrupted Heavy Roller, hugging Mounty all the tighter.
“Can’t… breathe…” interjected Mounty feeling his chest starting to give.
Heavy Roller finally released Mounty. “Thank you! If you ever need any wagon related favours—“ Max thought for a moment. He’d never really had much use for a wagon; Nulpar’s territory wasn’t great for them, and it was easy enough to just walk around Canterlot with all he needed.
“Alright, alright,” said a third pony, an orange coated mare with her yellow mane in a ponytail. “Ah love a happy reunion, but we still got six foals AWOL. Been a pleasure, baron, but—“
“Oh, I understand completely. Have a good day!” said Max, returning to the wall. He’d better get back to his teaching. His next trainee took his place at the bottom of the wall as Max eyed the strange group leaving the gym.
It always seemed like he was late for something these days, thought Max as he ran through the streets of Canterlot on his way to his spa date. In the west, the sun was already dipping below the horizon.
Galloping down the street, Max almost ran straight past the spa. It wasn’t signposted, and the entrance was partway down a secluded alley in a not terribly good part of town. It wasn’t that far from Mrs G’s loggings, actually; maybe he could try and convince her to move somewhere a bit nicer? If it wasn’t for the baron’s directions, Max doubted he’d have found it. Double checking to make sure he actually had the right place, Max pushed open the door and stuck his head in.
Inside the building was a small waiting room. A few chairs stood to one side, and across from him was a high desk, behind which sat a young mare busy filing her hooves. She had the most unusual colouration; sky blue for the most part, but with dark blue stripes running down her sides. Was it some sort of dye? wondered Max. Or was she, oh what were they called... a Zebra? Since helping that goat with his problem with the post office, he’d had visits from a mix of other species - a few donkeys, a cow or two, even one of these Zebra, although she hadn’t spoken a word of Equestrian and all Max could do was point her in the direction of her ambassador. They seemed to think he was some expert on their needs, when he didn’t even know zebras came in different colours.
“Excuse me,” he began. The girl put down her file and looked over to him with a frown.
“We’re closed,” she said abruptly in Prench-accented Equestrian.
“Are you sure? I was given directions for this place by Baron Fields.”
“Oh, you know the vieux baron do you?” she said with a smile. Then her face darkened again. “How do I know you’re telling the truth?”
Max frowned. This was all rather strange. Wouldn’t the spa want people to visit, unless it was really exclusive? Maybe it was a place for nobles to stay out of the limelight? In which case he should mention it to Fragrant; she’d made her dislike of appearing in the papers very clear several times. “Um, Baron Fields gave me this.” He passed over the note Rolling had left for him.
The mare’s eyes flicked over the paper then she smiled. “Ah, you must be Baron Max. Baron Fields mentioned you. Sorry about that, but we only let in the very best here.”
“I understand,” said Max uneasily. They were in Canterlot; barons hardly rated as the very best. There was something strange going on here.
“I’m Odelia, by the way,” She held out a hoof for him to shake. ”I’m afraid you’re late, but you can catch up with the baron in the hot tub, and when you’re finished you’re due a massage and maybe somepony can have a look at your hooves?”
Max’s eyes flicked downwards. What was wrong with his hooves?
“If you’ll follow me, I’ll take you to Baron Fields.” The striped mare led Max deeper into the building, and into a room dominated by a large pool of gently steaming and bubbling water. The area around was covered with tiles with various patterns inlaid in them. The air was thick with incense from several candles and the sound of distance music could be heard, although there was no sign of any musicians. Slumped back in the tub was Baron Fields, looking more than half asleep; there was no sign of Buttercup. Having shown him the way, the young mare turned and trotted away on hooftips.
As Max approached the water, Rolling opened his eyes and turned to face his guest with a slight frown.
“Do you mind if I join you, baron?” asked Max.
The old stallion looked around for a moment. “I don’t see why not,” he replied. “I did think this was all supposed to be private, but the more the merrier, I suppose.” He picked up a glass of some fruit juice from the edge of the water and took a sip.
Max slowly lowered himself into the water, giving a hiss as he did so; it was hot and it took him a few moments to get accustomed to it. But once he did, the feeling of the bubbles against his coat felt delightful. Maybe there was something to this spa thing after all.
“Thanks for inviting me,” said Max politely.
“Hum,” said Rolling, looking over at his companion. “I’m sorry, I think you might have me mixed up with somepony else. I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Baron Fields.”
If it wasn’t for the hot water, a blush would have crept over Max as awkwardness welled up in him. He’d seen the baron’s memory problems before, but this was the first time the old stallion had forgotten who he was. What should he do? “Um, I’m Baron Mounty Max, sir.”
“Mounty Max? You know, I think I used to know someone of that name, but I can’t quite put my hoof on it. I’m sure it’ll come to me.” The elderly stallion leaned back again and shut his eyes. A moment later he opened them again and he turned back to his companion. “Ah, Max, you made it. Have you been here long? I must have drifted off, this thing is so relaxing I do it every time.”
“Oh, not long, sir, I just arrived,” said Max, feeling relieved that Field’s funny turn seemed to have ended. “Where’s Buttercup?” he asked, trying not to sound too needy.
“Oh, she’s around here somewhere, doing something girly no doubt, maybe getting her hooves done or her mane. I do like this place, but there are limits to what a stallion can take. I don’t suppose you have anything like this up in...” Rolling paused for a moment, seeming to struggle for a word. “In your province,” he managed.
“Well, Welcoming Hearth has a sauna in her hotel. You’re supposed to get really hot, then run out and dive into a frozen lake, but it’s not really my thing. She says it’s good for the heart, but I think that’s just advertising.”
“Interesting. Well, I hope you enjoyed the trip you took with my daughter the other day.”
“Oh the pleasure was all mine,” said Max. Then he realised how that might sound if the Baron knew what had happened. “I mean, I think she had a good time as well, um several, it seemed like she was enjoying herself, I mean.” But what if he didn’t know? “I think it went well,” he ended lamely.
“Well, Buttercup hasn’t had anything bad to say about it or you. Although from what I heard, there were some hoodlums trying to spoil it all. First smoke bombs, then some sort of spell mishap. Just as well no pony got hurt.”
“Yes,” agreed Max, a little nervously. He and Buttercup had agreed not to tell her father about her almost getting trampled; there was no need to worry him. “I didn’t see the spell thing, I was... er... in bed at the time, but apparently it made quite a mess.”
“Well, no matter. I’m sure you’ll get a chance to catch up with my daughter later, maybe even ask her out again? The Gala’s only a few weeks away, and there’s always a ball or something going on.” He said hopefully, then frowned. “Although she hasn’t got much free time at the moment. She’s trying to play catch up with some paperwork.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” said Max. He had tried to help Buttercup with her work on the journey back, but they hadn’t gotten much actual sleep the night before, so they ended up napping for most of the trip. Even when awake, they tended to be a little distracted around each other.
“Don’t be, I should be one doing the work anyway.” He sighed. “Buttercup hasn’t had that much of a childhood, really. I kept her around court after her... after my wife, Strawberry, passed. I met her late, you know; too late, really. Oh, she was younger than me by quite a bit but Buttercup was still a surprise, and her body... things didn’t go well.” He closed his eyes for a moment and Max thought he saw a tear drip from his face, but it may have been condensation. “Anyway, I should have let Buttercup spend more time around foals of her own age, let her actually live more, not just spend her time with an old duffer like me.” He leaned forwards. “It eats your life, you know. The Court. You need to give your all for your people, or you’re not doing it properly.”
Max thought about Zephyr. Just being a mayor had been enough to break the two of them up. The old stallion was right; what would the Night Court do to a relationship?
“But there’s no shame in that,” continued Rolling. “It’s an honourable life, giving yourself for your people, but no parent wants to be a burden on their child. I just wish Buttercup could have a life before she has to take over from me. That won’t be long; I’m weak in both body and mind,” he growled, splashing at the water angrily in frustration.
“I’m sure you’ve got many years left in you,” said Max.
“You’re not a very good liar,” said Fields seriously. “That doesn’t help at court. But I hope I can manage a few more years. I don’t want Buttercup to have to take on the responsibility too early; she already does most of my work. She doesn’t think I notice, but I’m not that far gone yet. Still, I’ve been feeling better this last year or so. These spa trips seem to be helping, so maybe I have a few more years in me.” He looked around conspiratorially. “You see, I’ve been sending Buttercup to these events, setting her up with the stallions at court. I hope she’ll find someone to give her a hoof when the time comes for me to move on, so she won’t have to do it all alone like I did.”
“Oh,” said Max, what was the old stallion suggesting?
“Don’t look like that. I’m not suggesting you get married right away, but I like you, Max; you seem an honourable stallion, and I know Buttercup does too. I hope you like her. Just think about it. Plus, you know, some grandfoals wouldn’t go amiss. I feel like spoiling some foals rotten, you know.” He leant back in the pool with a smile.
Max considered for a moment. Was there something to what the old pony had said? Was the court too big for one pony to manage by himself? He’d certainly found it hard going, and he’d had Fragrant and Rolling to help him so far; he couldn’t rely on them forever. He turned back to the baron, but found that he was snoring quietly. To be honest, thought Max, sleep didn’t seem too bad an idea right now. The water and incense was very relaxing, and he didn’t have to do anything in court until much later. He let himself float, bobbing gently in the heated water, and closed his eyes.
Max was just beginning to drift off when his vision lightened, as if a torch was being shined in his face. He grimaced and inched open one eye to try and find out what was disturbing him. What he saw caused both eyes to snap open. The baron was covered by a bright green aura, like a unicorn’s, even though none were present. He still seemed to be sleeping peacefully, despite the glow. Max leaned over to prod the old stallion, but stopped himself. What if it hurt the stallion in some way? Looking around, Max couldn’t see anypony, although some of the shapes in the tiles on the floor were glowing with the same green light, occasionally shooting streams of the energy at the old stallion across the pool from him. He needed to get somepony to help.
Leaping from the water, Max shook himself, then headed towards the exit. The corridor beyond didn’t seem familiar; he must have gotten turned around at some point. He was about to return to the pool room when his ears pricked up. He could just about make out rhythmic sounds from further down the corridor. Was that someone chanting? What was going on here? He couldn’t make out any words. Trying to make as little noise as possible, Max crept further down the corridor, following the sound. Coming to a halt outside a door, Max paused and slowly drew it open.
What he saw almost stopped Max’s heart. In the room stood another zebra with similar colouring to the receptionist, although this was clearly a much older stallion and had a short unicorn-like horn protruding from his head. He was sitting at one end of the room, chanting as his horn pulsed with power. The room was full of incense - a more pungent sulphurous smell than the kind in the bathroom - which swirled around, seeming to form shapes and faces of its own accord. To Max’s horror, Buttercup was also present; like her father, she was also encased in a green aura, and hovering a few inches over a stone altar. As he watched, the aura pulsed, causing the mare to moan in what sounded like pain. A wave of light left her body and was funnelled into runes carved into the ground.
He had to stop this - whatever it was - now! thought Max, as he barged through the door and hurled himself towards the zebra. His eyes snapped open then widened in shock, and he opened his mouth to say something before Max smashed forwards into him, knocking the striped creature into the wall. The zebra’s aura cut out and he crumpled to the floor, gasping for breath. Behind him, Max heard a thud as if something had dropped to the ground, but he paid it no attention. He swung a hoof at the zebra, but he rolled away and lashed out clumsily, catching Max a glancing blow on his chest, which he hardly noticed. The zebra tried to stand, but Max knocked him down again. He raised a hoof over its head. He had to stop him hurting Buttercup again!
“Max, stop!” came a cry, and he felt someone pulling at him. He turned his head to see Buttercup yanking at his tail. “Please stop!”
“What?” he asked, looking down at his enemy again. The zebra was shielding himself with his forelegs and glancing warily up at him.
“Eloi wasn’t hurting me! Please stop, let me explain,” she cried.
Totally confused, Max slumped down on his hind legs. “But that glow! What’s going on?”
Still looking at him warily, the zebra got back to his hooves a little shakily and took a few steps away from Max. “It’s magic, a type of treatment for her father,” he announced in a deep voice, with the same accent as the receptionist.
“Treatment? What do you mean?”
“Eloi has a spell that can be used to transmit life force from one pony to another. It makes my father feel better, so he can keep working,” explained Buttercup, moving closer to Max.
“Transmit life force? I don’t understand.”
“I can take the energy from Lady Buttercup and use it to improve her father’s health. For a time, anyway,” said the zebra.
“Take your energy? Are you alright?” Max scrutinized Buttercup. She seemed a little unsteady on her hooves, and her eyes had deep bags beneath them. He suddenly understood why she often seemed so exhausted.
“I’m fine,” she said, waving him away. “It just makes me feel a little tired. It’s a small price to pay for Dad’s health. It lets him move easier, helps his memory... he feels so much better!”
“I’ve never heard of any treatment like this before.”
“It is a rare spell, maybe unique,” admitted the old zebra. “It also only works amongst close relatives; otherwise the life force is too different to be accepted. It took me almost a lifetime of travel to develop the Voodoo needed. Plus few of my people have the necessary equipment.” He gently tapped his horn.
Max frowned. “Zebras don’t have many unicorns?” he asked.
“Zebrony actually,” said Eloi, a little huffily. “Half zebra, half pony from Neigh Orleans, originally. Unicorns are almost unknown among my people.”
Max tried to understand what was happening. “The Baron didn’t mention anything about this to me.”
Buttercup looked down. “Dad doesn’t... he doesn’t know what we’re doing,” she admitted.
“What!” exclaimed Max. “How can he not know?”
“The baron was kind to me in my youth,” said the Zebrony. “When I returned to Equestria, I made my way to his lands to offer my services, but he turned down my aid. He was worried of any possible side effects on his daughter.”
“Father was worried I might get hurt, but everything’s fine. I just get a little faint for a while, nothing a good night’s sleep can’t cure. But he gets so weak and forgetful sometimes and I... I get worried, I don’t want to lose him,” she continued to babble. Max thought she might have been bottling this up for a while. “And after Eloi first cast the spell on him, he was so much better. He was how I remembered him when I was young. But it wears off. I just had to keep helping him, so I talked him into coming here. He always falls asleep and Eloi can cast the spell and he wakes up feeling better.”
“But he doesn’t know what you’re doing to him?” protested Max, “How can that be legal?”
“It... it’s not,” admitted Buttercup.
“Not legal! But... you’re,” stuttered Max. “You have to stop this now!”
“Please, Max, please! You can’t tell anypony!” she pleaded.
“I have to, this, I can’t... is this spell even legal?” Max’s head was whirling.
“It makes Dad feel so much better, like he’s ten years younger!”
“But is it legal?” asked Max again.
“It doesn’t do any harm,” said Buttercup, lowering her gaze.
Max looked at Eloi. “It has not undergone all the testing needed to properly register healing magic,” admitted the zebra. “But I have cast it many times without any mishap.”
“Kill? You mean the spell can...” This was getting worse by the minute. He needed to think.
“No! Of course not! But if he found out what I’d been doing, that it was illegal... the shame, it would break him, and at his age...” Tears ran down her face. “Please, can’t you just forget you ever saw this? Please, for me?” She looked up at him, eyes wide.
His duty was clear; illegal activity was being carried out, he should report it to the guard, this had to be stopped, but... but this was Buttercup. She’d helped him settle in at court, he’d saved her from being trampled… and only a few days ago she’d slept in his arms after they’d made love. And the baron, one of his few friends in Canterlot; would he thank him or blame him for the scandal? He should report it, but could he? “I don’t, I need... I need to think about this.”
“Please, it’s not for very long... the spell won’t work after a while.”
“It is true,” confirmed Eloi. “The effects are reduced with each usage. Another year or so and Baron Fields will be unable to accept any further life force.”
That sounded reasonable... only a year or so... but no, this was a crime. He had to do something about it. He was part of the Night Court; it was his duty to Nulpar, to Equestria, to the Princess. He looked down at Buttercup’s green, tear-filled eyes. But what about his duty to her? To his mare? Who was being hurt here? The baron felt better after the spell, and Buttercup seemed to be okay. But what if something went wrong? The spell was not fully tested, it could... he needed time, he had to think.
“I... I won’t tell anyone...”
“Thank you! Thank you!” cried Buttercup, grasping him around the neck and kissing him.
Max pulled his head back. “No! I won’t tell anyone yet. I need to think about this, and us. I need to think about what I need to... what I should do.” He pushed the mare away with a little more force than he had planned to. She looked up, hurt and confusion flowing across her face.
“I see. I’ll... I trust you, Max, you’ll do the right thing.”
“I... I don’t know what the right thing is anymore! I can’t be here, I need to...” cried Max as he turned on his heels and rushed through the door. He stormed through the building, a thousand emotions rushing through him. He reached the waiting room and pushed the mare there aside, and he slammed through the door and into the street outside, gasping for fresh air.
His head still in a daze, Max’s legs instinctively carried him back to his office. He nodded to guards and servants on the way, but he wasn’t really aware of them.
“Are you alright, dearie?” came a voice. Max looked up, his eyes flicking from side to side. He was in his office, slumped over his desk.
“Huh?” he muttered.
“I said, are you alright?” said Mrs G, looking at him with concern. “You look terrible. I thought spas were supposed to make you feel better.”
Max rubbed his face with his hooves. “Something happened, I...” He paused. He so wanted to tell Mrs G what had happened - she was his best friend in Canterlot - but if he did, she’d be drawn into this conspiracy as well. He didn’t want to hurt her. “I can’t tell you.”
Mrs G’s eyes narrowed, and she stared hard at him for moment before retreating to the outer office and returning with a chair and a steaming cup. The former she sat on, the latter she passed to him. He gratefully accepted it and took a sip; it burned his throat with more than heat. “What did you put in this?” he croaked.
“Brandy. Just a touch. Well, maybe two touches. It’s good for a shock.”
Max shrugged and took another sip.
“Now,” said Mrs G. “You can’t tell me? Or you don’t want to tell me?”
Max sighed. “The latter, really.”
“Why?” she insisted.
“I might get you in trouble. Somepony’s asked me to do something, something wrong, and I think... I think I might do it.” Surely it was for the best for him to keep quiet, to not let Buttercup get hurt, but what would that make him? She cocked her head. “If it’s wrong, why are you thinking of doing it? Is somepony threatening you? Threatening me? I can take care of myself, you know.”
“No, nothing like that. It’s just that it’s not very wrong, I think. But if I do the right thing, then somepony will get hurt - somepony I care about.”
“Are you sure no one’s threatening somepony? The Duchess? Or Buttercup?” He twitched at the green mare’s name.
“No, it’s not like that. I just don’t know what to do! Either way, something bad happens. I let something wrong - something illegal - slide, or someone I care about gets hurt.”
Mrs G leant back, chewing for a moment. “Seems clear to me, then. You let whatever this illegal thing is happen, and no one gets hurt.”
“But it’s wrong!” cried Max. “Ponies might find out and I might lose my job. Maybe. I don’t know.” What could happen? Could he lose his title? Did he deserve to keep his title anyway, if he concealed a crime?
“You ponies, always worrying about things that might happen.” She sighed. “Tell me, what do you feel you should do?”
“I don’t know, I keep trying to think, but I can’t...”
“No! Not what you think you should do, what you feel you should do. You see, Max, you’re good at feeling; you just know what to do. When that avalanche happened back in Innsbuck, did you think about it? Or did you just do what you felt you should?”
“I... I just did it.”
“You’re not a big thinker, Max, and that’s not always bad. When you try to think a situation through, you tend to tie yourself up in knots, but when you feel things, it’s normally the right thing. So what do you feel is right?”
Max took a deep breath and tried to quiet his frenzied mind. What did he feel? What Buttercup was doing was illegal; she could hurt herself and she was tricking Rolling. It was wrong! But she was doing it out of love - she loved her father and wanted him to be well - would he act any differently about his mother in the same situation? Should he let her off because of that? Could he trust his heart to be impartial after what they had done together?
“Have you decided?” asked Mrs G gently.
“No, I still don’t know. But thanks anyway.”
“Any time dearie. And regardless of what you do choose to do, I will support you.”
Max felt a warm glow at his assistant’s loyalty. It was also a little scary; what had he ever done to deserve it? “So what do I do now?” asked Max.
“That’s up to you, really. I think you need to talk to somepony else, and I think you know who that is, assuming this isn’t about her.”
“Fragrant,” he nodded. “But I don’t want to get her in trouble.”
“Then try to be more subtle. Try not to mention it’s something illegal, that will probably get her in a tizzy. Whatever it is, she’ll be able to help. She’s a smart mare, the opposite of you; she knows how to think, but she’s not so good at feeling. Maybe she can come up with some way to get you out of this.”
“Thanks, Mrs G,” said Max, finishing his drink. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“Considerably less, I expect. Anyway, if you happen to pass by the kitchens, can you get me a donut? I’m feeling a little peckish.” she smacked her lips.
Max laughed, almost forgetting his troubles for a moment. “Will do, Mrs G,” he agreed.
After a trip to the canteen for Mrs Gobhar’s cake, Max made his way towards Fragrant’s office. He considered for a while returning the pasty directly to Mrs G, or maybe he should do some research on medical spells to better understand what was going on, or... no, he was just trying to delay himself.
With a sigh, he pushed the door open. Within stood Notebook and about half a dozen other members of Fragrant’s staff. “Greetings, baron,” said the solemn stallion with a slight bow.
“Evening. Is Fragrant free? I want to talk to her about something,” said Max, shuffling slightly. Was it really fair to bring her into this?
“The Duchess has some free time at the moment, although she has a cabinet meeting in about half an hour. I will see if she will speak with you.”
“I’ll just show myself in,” offered Max. Fragrant had been quite free with her time in the past.
“My lady might be working on something important. I should check,” stressed Notepad.
“Alright,” said Max, as the other stallion entered Fragrant’s inner office. The servant had been rather precious about his mistress’ time for the last week or so; almost protective. Max couldn’t think what had caused it. Maybe she was too busy to see him now; he should come back later. He was just turning to leave when Notebook returned.
“Duchess Posey will see you now,” he announced.
With a nod, Max walked into Fragrant’s room to find her putting aside some papers. “Letters to my family,” she explained. “What can I do for you, Baron Max?” She was wearing a simple green dress with a long cape thrown over her back, covering her wings.
Max sighed. He’s had difficulty talking to Fragrant for the last week or so; she seemed formal and distant. They still talked most days, but she stuck to business where possible. He supposed it was because his ‘apprenticeship’ to her was coming to an end. They were both supposed to write reports to the Princess before court closed for the summer, and that was only about a month away. Max hadn’t started his yet, but he had hoped that it wouldn’t change their relationship much. But he supposed that once she didn’t have to look after him so much, she would move on to more profitable uses for her time. “Umm, I have a query. Well, more a situation. A hypothetical situation.”
Fragrant raised an eyebrow. “A hypothetical situation? Mou... Baron Max.” She didn’t sound convinced.
“Yes, totally hypothetical.” He couldn’t let on what was happening. If he told her, she’s be duty bound to report it, and she probably wouldn’t be as conflicted as he was. She certainly didn’t feel the same way about Buttercup... or if she did, she hid it well. “What if you have a decision to make, and whichever side you choose someone loses? How do you decide what to do?”
She thought for a moment. “Max, you’ve been at court for several months now, and even before that surely you had to make such decisions in Nulpar? It’s part of our job to make hard decisions, and live with the consequences. Every grant offered to one province is one less for another; a hospital built in one place won’t be built in another.”
“Well, yes, but I want to know how you make up your mind.”
“It varies depending on the situation.” She lowered her gaze for a moment, then looked up again. “I tend towards the greatest good for the greatest number, where possible. I research my decisions as best I can, like last week’s builder contract. Remember? We went over the details and decided that Fisher’s proposal was the best.”
“Yes,” nodded Max. What was the greatest good in this situation? He informed on Buttercup, and Rolling was humiliated and she might go to jail. He didn’t, and nopony got hurt, unless somepony found out; then not only would the same happen, but he would be in trouble too. Which was better? And, of course, if she carried on using untested magic, Buttercup could get hurt.
“What if both options lead to bad things?”
“The least bad for the least number?” mused Fragrant. “Max, what is this about?” she said suspiciously.
“It’s nothing. Just a decision I have to make.” He so wanted to tell Fragrant, but he couldn’t. She didn’t deserve more trouble from him after his fight with Fisher, and being tricked by Greengrass.
“Max!” she said sharply. “Nopony’s asked you to do something for them, have they? They haven't offered you a...” her voice wavered. “A bribe?” She swallowed hard, looking up into his face.
Max was surprised by her extreme reaction. “No, no, I’d never do that. Nopony’s offered me anything.”
She looked relieved. “Good, because nothing good comes of that sort of thing. Once you start down that path, it always dogs your steps. It’s always with you, always, and the world has ways of punishing that sort of thing. Seriously punishing you.”
“What do you mean?” asked Max, Fragrant seemed really on edge about this, but surely she couldn’t be speaking from personal experience. Could she?
“It’s just something you shouldn’t do. I don’t want to talk about it right now.”
“Well, it’s not that. I just have a hard decision to make. It’s about Nulpar,” he lied. “It’s about the cost of the emergency fund versus the benefits it can provide.”
“Oh, well, if that’s all it is, I’m sure we can talk it over later. Work out some sort of compromise.”
Compromise! thought Max. Was there some way he could change his situation, some way Buttercup could make it all less... wrong?
“Max, is this something more personal than just your province?” asked Posey, her eyes narrowing. “Does the decision effect somepony you know?”
Max nodded. In a way, that was right.
“I know it’s hard, but personal always is,” she continued. “You just have to try and do what’s best for all of your people, not just your friend. We all have to put our own happiness behind us in this job and do what’s right.” She shuddered slightly. “Regardless of what we might think.” She looked over at the clock. “I have to go, I have a meeting with the princess, but I hope we can talk about this later. Maybe you can even tell me what it’s really about.” She walked over to him, and for a moment it seemed like she would hug him. He really could do with a hug right now. But instead she held out a hoof, which he shook.
“Thanks,” he said. “You’ve given me a lot of things to think about.”
Thoughts continued to swirl through Max’s head as he wandered through the corridors of the castle. He thought he knew what he had to do, what compromise he could take to make the best of things, but it would still hurt almost everypony involved. Still, his conscience gnawed at him. He was so engrossed he almost walked into another pony; he only noticed at the last moment and only just managed to step aside in time. “Sorry,” he apologised, looking down at the pony. “Duke Greengrass?!” He growled, almost wishing he walked into the shorter stallion.
“Indeed,” agreed the Duke. “Ah, are you still sore about that little misunderstanding last week?”
“You tricked me!”
“I was as surprised as you were to find out those figures were wrong. I’ve no head for numbers myself; I leave that sort of thing to Notary. Anyway, if you want to try and make things right, I’m sure we can put our heads together. Maybe get Fisher another grant?”
“You shouldn’t have tried to change the vote in the first place!”
“Anyway,” said Greengrass brushing aside Max’s protests, “What has you storming around the place like a manticore with a thorn in its paw?”
“It’s none of your business!” yelled Max with rather too much force.
Greengrass raised an eyebrow. “Something up between you and Duchess Posey? Anything to do with you escorting dear Buttercup to Puissance’s Jubilation? You really shouldn’t talk to De Salad unless you want the wrong court to know about it.” He grinned. “He’s quite the incorrigible gossip. If he wasn’t quite so boring, he might actually be useful. Still, I suppose I should be congratulating you. Buttercup is such a sweet thing, isn’t she? Her father asked me to escort her to ball a few months ago; it was such a shame she was sick.”
“No, it’s nothing to do with that!”
“Rather defensive, aren't you?” He grinned.
“I have a decision, a difficult one.” Max paused for a moment. Greengrass, of all his disagreeableness, was good at worming his way out of things. Maybe he could think of some way to deal with Max’s problem. “How do you decide what to do when faced with a decision?”
“Me?” Greengrass actually seemed surprised that Max was asking him. “I always act in the best interest of my people...” he said piously. “Or myself, the two are generally the same, really. Whichever option gives the greatest benefit. Although I must admit I sometimes choose the more complicated option, just to test myself, you know.”
Max narrowed his eyes. He couldn't believe that a member of the court would admit to being so self-serving. Then he paused. Maybe he could do the reverse. He couldn’t come out of this situation in any way benefiting. He’d have to give up everything. He gulped. He’d have to give up Buttercup; it was the only way he could square things with his conscience. “That you, duke,” he mumbled.
“Sorry?” asked Greengrass in surprise.
“I said thank you. I have to be off now.” He took off at a gallop.
“What was that all about?” murmured Greengrass. For a moment he considered following the baron, but he decided against it. It was probably something trivial, like whether to save a puppy or a kitten, and he had a much more important errand to run right now.
“Buttercup?” asked Max as he opened the door to Baron Fields’ small office.
The green mare looked up from her desk and the forms on it. For a moment she smiled at Max, then panic started to grow in her eyes. “Max!”
“Your father isn’t here, is he?” asked Max as his eyes flicked around the room.
“No, he’s in a meeting. He’s feeling well at the moment. He told me to take the rest of the night off, but I’ve got so much to do.” She tapped her hooves nervously on the desk. “You... you’ve decided then?”
Max sighed and pulled up a chair to place in front of the younger mare. “Yes. It wasn’t easy. What you’re doing is wrong, using illegal magic on the baron, and worse, without his permission. I should report it, but... I’m not going to.”
“Oh, Max! Thank you!” She threw her hooves around the baron and hugged him tight. He remained stiff not reciprocating. For a moment he had a vision of her covered in a black ooze. She drew back, looking worried. “Max?”
“I’m not going to report what I saw. This time.” The words hung in the air for a moment. “But if I even think that you are using that spell again, then I will. Regardless of the consequences for you, the Baron and myself.”
“But, if I stop...”
“Your father will get weaker. He’s an old stallion.”
A look of horror passed over Buttercup’s face. “No, please, Max,” she pleaded. “The spell will only work for another year or so. Give me that! There’s so much more he can do!”
“No.” Max shook his head slowly. “No, it’s not right, it’s not what he would want. Him, to live at a cost to you? And you don’t know what that spell could do to you.”
“But his memory... his mind... how will he work?”
“He can’t. Even with the spell, it’s clear he can’t keep this up much longer. Talk to him, tell him it’s time for you to take over. Let him rest so his... his last years are peaceful.”
“No, no. I can’t... I can’t do this... I can’t let him go.” She tugged at her mane in distress.
“You have to. He’s had an excellent run, but everything comes to an end eventually. Better than it’s now, rather than him making a fool of himself later. He’ll argue, but you have to convince him. I think he knows it’s his time.”
Buttercup opened her mouth to argue further, then shut it again. She huddled against herself, seeming to shrink for a moment. “You’re right. I just don’t want to lose my daddy.”
Max had told himself he had to be strict during this meeting, but the sight of Buttercup so withdrawn broke him. He reached out with a hoof and rested it on her back. “You won’t lose him. He’ll be so proud of you. You’ll see.”
“I... I suppose so.” A thought seemed to strike her. “If you think what I was doing was so wrong, why do you want me to become baroness? Shouldn’t it be somepony else?”
He sighed. “Maybe, but you did it out of love. If you can show the same love for your people, then I can’t think of any better hooves to put Houyhnhnm in. Plus I hope that you’ll remember this and make sure you never do anything like it again; that it makes you better. I certainly hope I never have to.” He winced slightly.
“I’m sorry for putting you through this, Max. I really am.”
“I know you are. Still, we also have to get Eloi to stop using the spell anymore. At least until it can be fully tested.”
“Don’t worry. Part of my payment to him is a very comfortable retirement to Houyhnhnm; he won’t want for anything. I doubt he’ll try to sell his services again. Besides, he’s heard some rumours of somepony important at court abducting unusual ponies like him. He’s a bit paranoid about it, so I doubt he’ll cause too much of a fuss.”
“Good.” Max steeled himself; this next part would be hard. He tried not to look into her shining green eyes. “Buttercup, I know you didn’t mean this to happen, but you were still doing wrong and you’ve made me do wrong as well and... and I don’t think I can be with you anymore.”
“Oh! Max, you don’t...” She looked at him. “You do mean it, don’t you?”
Max nodded. “If I’m with you, I’ll always wonder if I did all this just because of that, rather than because it was the best option.”
“I’m sorry. Can we... can we still be friends, at least?”
“I don’t know. I don’t think I can be near you for a while, at least. But yes, I hope we can be friends, given time.” He stood and, still trying not to look at her, turned to the door.
“Max.” He turned and met her gaze. “We had a good night, though, didn’t we? I think I’ll remember it forever, our Jubilation.”
A small smile crept over Max’s face. “We had an amazing Jubilation, Buttercup.”
Max plodded through the remainder of the night almost in a daze. He had a few meetings, a committee, another railroad magnate telling him it wasn’t economical to run a line to Nulpar; but if you asked him, he couldn’t tell anypony what they were actually about. Almost without realising it, he found himself on the top of the castle, waiting for the sun to rise. He came here quite often, nowadays; the guards didn’t bother him since his first ascent. He suspected that Luna was aware of his presence on her roof, but if that was true, she hadn’t mentioned it in any of the brief meetings he’s had with her over the last few months.
He sighed as the sky started to brighten, heralding the start of another day. Well, he had made his decision; he still wasn’t sure it was the right one. He felt dirty; he had disregarded the law in order to help a friend, a lover. As a baron of the Night Court, wasn’t he supposed to be better than that? A paragon of nobility? It didn’t seem like most of the rest of the court thought so. It had been creeping up on him for months now, but the court didn’t seem to be how he thought it would be. Everything was just so complicated. In a way, he longed for the way things were in Sadlzburg; it was hard to get anything done, but as long as he kept pushing, he got there eventually. Here, no one even seemed to notice him. He felt helpless and useless.
“Max!” came a cry. “Give me a hoof!”
Max looked around in confusion. He couldn’t see anypony about. To his surprise, a grey caprine head popped up over the lip of the roof. “Mrs G?! What are you doing up here?” he asked as he trotted over to help the old goat.
“I came to see if you were alright,” she said as she took his hoof and, surprisingly gracefully, flipped herself onto the top of the tower.
“How did you even know I was up here?”
“Well, I looked in most of your other haunts, then remembered you’d mentioned you come up here to think.” She gazed out and down on the city below. “You’re right, the view is lovely.” The two of them stood in silence for a moment. “You look a bit better. Did you come to a decision about your problem?” she asked.
Max nodded.
“And did it work out?”
“Maybe. I don’t know. I don’t think I did right, but I could have done worse.”
“I’m sure you did your best dear, you always do.” She produced a flask from somewhere and began to pour two cups of tea. “And remember, I’ll always be here to help you as much as I can.” She gently butted her head against his side in the goat equivalent of a nuzzle.
“That’s Mrs G,” said Max with a smile, laying his forearm over her back. Something occurred to him. “Oh, I remembered your cake.” He took out a now rather battered confectionary and handed it to the goat, who took it with a smile and began to nibble on it.
Suddenly Max made out the sound of wings, and he turned, expecting to see a squad of guards come to check on him and Mrs G. But to his surprise, Fragrant rose into view, the cape removed from her outfit to allow her wings free movement. It occurred to Max that he hadn’t seen her fly often before; her wing span was rather impressive, and her feathers perfectly preened.
“Max!” she cried, dragging his attention back to her face.
“Duchess! What are you doing here?” asked Max as she landed in front of him, folding her wings up again.
“I asked her, dearie,” said Mrs G. “I ran into her when I was looking for you. I said you might be up here.”
“I... I was worried about you, Max,” said Fragrant. “After our talk earlier, I was worried you’d do something rash.”
“No need to worry about that, I dealt with it,” said Max with a weak smile.
“So things are alright?”
“I’ve dealt with it for the moment.”
“And you still don’t want to tell me what it was all about?” Mrs G passed the pegasus a cup of tea which she took and sipped, grimacing slightly. It was rather bitter.
“I... I can’t.”
Fragrant settled down next to Max, daintily folding her legs under herself. “You’d tell me if it was too serious, wouldn’t you? You don’t have to keep things to yourself. You have friends; Mrs Gobhar, me, even Buttercup, now.” She winced for a moment, then noticed that Max did the same. “Max, has something happened with Buttercup?” she asked sharply.
“I... we’re not together. I think we just broke up,” he mumbled.
“Oh, Max, is that what this was about?” A sliver of relief flowed into her voice, but was cut off quickly. “Did she ask you to do something?” Her voice hardened.
“I don’t want to talk about it right now,” mumbled Max. “Can we just watch the sunrise for a bit? That always makes me feel better.”
“Of course, Max,” said Fragrant, stretching a wing gently over his back. On his other side, Mrs G leaned into him. And in front of them the sun slowly stretched its way over the horizon, bringing light and warmth to the land again, and another day began.
“I think that should be worth a bit or two, don’t you, Dirt?” said Odelia. The young Zebrony was standing in the reception of the spa with a green unicorn with a greasy mane.
“A few,” admitted Dirt Digger as he handed over a purse with a scowl. “But please call me Mr Digger. You’re sure you don’t know exactly what your uncle was doing and where he went?”
“No, I just know he was casting some illegal magic for Baron Fields and his daughter, that Baron Max found out but he covered it up. Then Uncle said he was going traveling again, and he was off.”
“If you do come across any useful information, you’ll contact me right?”
“Of course,” said the Zebrony mare, looking around with a sigh. “I’ll need all the money I can get to keep this place going.”
The green unicorn nodded absently as he left for the door. He couldn’t care less what happened to her. Deep in thought, he considered what he could do with the information that had just fallen into his lap. Buttercup playing around with illegal magic, now that he could put to personal use. The gorgeous mare would be much more receptive to his advances, now that he had some leverage. Baron Mounty Max’s complicity in the matter - that, he wasn’t sure about. He didn’t know the new baron well. It was always dangerous approaching a new victim you didn’t know much about; you never knew how they would react to one of his offers. He chewed his lip for a moment. Maybe he’d be better off selling that titbit to another member of his trade; he might even make a profit on it. But whom? He thought for a moment then smiled. She would be perfect.
Smiling, he headed back to his quarters, already mentally composing the letter he would write.
In the few months I have known and taught Baron Max much has changed in our relationship. It still comes as a surprise to me how much I value him as a colleague and as a friend.
An extract from ‘A report on Baron Mounty Max’s education’, Duchess Fragrant Posey’s report to Princess Luna Equestris
***
“So what did you think?” asked Fragrant Posey.
“Huh,” muttered Max, blinking.
“Max! Have you been paying any attention to what I’ve been saying?”
“Your speech?”
“Yes my speech, the one I asked you to help me polish. Surely it can’t be that boring, can it?”
“No! No, it's good. I still think you should keep the section about the possible benefits to the smaller settlements in Cabelleria, the Mild West, and the like. You don’t really need to go into the numbers that much – make it more about the people. See, I was paying attention!” The real problem had been he had been paying too much attention, he thought guiltily. Fragrant had decided to give her practice run with her back to the rising sun, making the thin floating white summer dress she was wearing almost transparent; it was rather distracting. How odd it was that although most ponies went naked for the majority of the time, it still seemed delightfully taboo to get a hint of what was concealed beneath clothing… particularly what Fragrant kept hidden. In fact he didn’t think he’d ever seen her unclothed. He mentally gave himself a slap on the hoof; he had no right to think about his friend that way. He had hoped that his brief fling with Buttercup, not matter how poorly it had ended, would cool his ardour towards his teacher, but it seemed to have done quite the reverse: he couldn’t help but think of the possibility that they could be more than colleagues one day.
Fragrant dropped into the seat next to him. Her mane flowed down past her face, wafting near his muzzle, and the flowery scent that seemed to come naturally to his companion distracted Max even further. “Unfortunately, it is the numbers,” continued Fragrant, apparently unaware of Max’s state. “Particularly the costs and the gains. Those will be what the majority of the ponies supporting the bill will be looking for.” She leaned forwards gracefully and took a mouthful of spiced vegetables from the plate in front of her.
They were alone in Fragrant’s quarters in Canterlot castle, having just shared a meal while discussing the events of the day. Max was glad that they seemed to have fallen back into a comfortable rhythm – meeting for breakfast, spending most of the day at their own work, then meeting again in the morning once court ended. Fragrant had seemed a little withdrawn and irritable for a while a few weeks ago and he hadn’t seen her as often, but things seemed to return to normal quickly enough. Maybe it had been her time of the year, he thought absently, then had to struggle to try and force the concept of Fragrant in heat out of his mind. Her crawling towards him, sweating, begging for him to administer the cure to her condition.... Distraction!
“I’m sorry if my bill isn’t thrilling,” said Fragrant pointedly.
Max realised he’s gotten lost in his fantasy. “Sorry, no, it’s very interesting.”
“If that’s so, explain it to me.”
“What!”
“Explain what my cloud export bill is about. You need to be able to explain concepts like this to the court and the public. Show me what you’ve learnt.”
“Alright,” said Max, getting to his hooves and stretching before taking the position recently vacated by Fragrant. The mare’s gaze seemed to flow over him for a moment, and a faint smile spread over her face, before she seemed to shake herself and locked her gaze on his eyes.
“Begin,” she ordered, settling back into her seat.
Max opened his mouth. Fragrant had taught him that the right tone of voice could make any topic interesting, even a census report, a fact she had proven by example. He still wondered about the life of Cloudsdale resident 148923; there weren't many earth ponies living on cloud cities and working in the weather factory, particularly who didn’t make much over minimum wage. He didn’t think he was as good at it as she was; still, she had said he had some natural talent in public speaking.
“For several hundred years there have been strict limits on the amount of cloud that is allowed to be exported from Equestria to the neighbouring countries,” he began. “These restrictions were put in place after the great droughts of the early eighth century, caused in part by the fact that the corrupt weather managers of the time could make more profit exporting cloud to countries with less weather magic than keeping them for internal use, despite the high percentage of clouds lost in transport.” Fragrant shuffled a little uncomfortably; some of those corrupt weather managers had been her ancestors. “However, since then weather factory technology has improved so Equestria can easily provide all the cloud it needs and still have plenty to export to its neighbours. In addition, new cloud convoy techniques have reduced the loss of moisture during transport to less than a tenth of that possible even ten years ago.” He remembered Fragrant telling him that; he hadn’t a clue how it all worked but it sounded very interesting. “So you’ve proposed a bill to ease the export restrictions so that next year up to one hundred thousand... um... Okta?” Fragrant nodded. ”Okta of cloud can be exported this year, with the amount to be increased each year based on Weather Ministry data.”
“Good. And why is this a good idea, how does it benefit Equestria?”
“Um… it means that will there be more jobs in the cloud factories to produce the clouds, and ground towns and cities will be able to sell their excess water for export at a premium.” They’d discussed this. Nulpar had quite a bit of untapped water on hoof; it was a shame it was so far away from the normal flight path of the major cloud cities. “Also the export of clouds is taxed, so the crown will have more money to spend on roads and other infrastructure. The extra clouds will help our allies by allowing for further settlement of the Mild West territories and making agricultural areas more productive, allowing increased export of certain foods. Finally it’ll make it less likely that we’ll be attacked, as hostile nations will find it easier to buy our clouds rather than attempt to invade and take them.” He was quite proud of that point; he’d thought of it himself. “Oh, and many of the problems in the Mild West have been disputes over water between settlers and the native Buffalo tribes. This bill may well alleviate those problems.” Max looked over to Fragrant. “How was that?”
“Very good, you have been listening.” Fragrant gave a wide smile causing Max to blush a little. “You could do with changing your terminology based on your audience; how you talked would work with the pony on the street but you would need to change it for experts or the court. Now tell me what is wrong about the bill.”
“Wrong with it? But you told me everything had been worked out? I don’t see how you’d get it wrong.”
“That’s very nice of you to say Max,” said Fragrant, colouring a bit. “But I am the one who proposed this bill and it directly benefits my territories. Of course I think it’s for the best, but about half the court disagree. Why? Tell me what they will argue is wrong with the bill. It’s important to understand both sides of the argument.”
“Oh, um, ok.” Max thought for a moment. Fragrant had been working on the bill for all the time he’d been at court. What had he heard her detractors say about it? “Well, I suppose there’s the problem that we could end up giving away too much of our water and not have enough for ourselves? And don’t you lose some clouds whenever you move them around?”
“We have new techniques to minimise that,” countered Fragrant.
“Oh,” said Max, sounding a little crestfallen.
“But they have not been used on anything of this size or over this distance, so there is a small, very small, chance they might not work.”
“And cloud prices could increase, I suppose, if production doesn’t go up. Oh and maybe the clouds could be hijacked on the way!” He was starting to get into this.
Fragrant looked puzzled for a moment, then scribbled something down on a scroll. “So, do you think this bill is a good thing for Nulpar?”
“Um, I don’t think it affects us all that much – we make most of our own cloud as it is – although it might mean we can sell our water for more, so I think it’s a good thing. I’ll definitely be voting for your bill, duchess.”
“Good, but you must remember that every member of the court has their own agendas. You shouldn't trust what anypony tell you at face value, even me.”
“I, I’m not sure if I believe that. Of course everyone wants the best for our people, but there have to be some things we all agree on. We all want the best for Equestria, don’t we?”
“I... I suppose so Max, it can just be hard to see things that way sometimes,” said Fragrant, slumping in her seat a little. “It’s getting late. Maybe we should call it a day.” She glanced out at the sun, now low in the sky and rising.
“Are you sure you don’t need any more help with the bill?” asked Max, sitting down next to her again. “I really don’t have that much to do right now.”
“I, unfortunately, am rather busy with the court closing at the end of the week. I need to deal with a lot of things while there is still time.”
“So how can I help you?”
Fragrant looked over at the eager stallion next to her. For a moment she visualised him as a large friendly dog. It brought a smile to her face. “Don’t you have that report on what you’ve learned from me to prepare for the Princess?” she asked.
“Oh, it’s mostly done,” he said dismissively.
“Do you want me to look at it before you send it to her?”
“No, I’m sure it’ll be alright, I know how busy you are. Are you sure you don’t need some help?” he asked again.
Fragrant thought for a moment. “Very well.” She ruffled though some papers and took out a list of names, before carefully copying a dozen or so of them into a piece of parchment in her graceful curving mouthwriting. “These are members of the court whose support of my bill seems to be wavering a little,” she said after dropping the quill back on the table. “Talk to them and see how they plan to vote. Find out what they want from me to keep them loyal, if necessary.”
Max frowned a little then nodded. “Fine, I’ll get right on it.”
“You don’t need to get it all done right now. The vote is one of the last of the year, so you have a few days. Oh, are you prepared for the Grand Galloping Gala?” she asked. The Gala was the traditional marker for the end of court for the summer; it was one of the most prestigious events of the year and almost all of the court would normally attend.
“Well, I suppose so, I’m not much for that sort of thing.” He’d actually been looking forwards to it; it would be a chance to see Fragrance in a non-work related setting. Even their after-court sessions were work based really; maybe in a more social setting he could work up the nerve to tell her something that he might regret later. It had worked with Buttercup.
“Are you planning on taking anypony with you?” asked Fragrant. Her voice sounded a little wavery for a moment. She must be tired.
“I was thinking of bringing Mrs Gobhar, actually. I don’t really know anyone else, well apart from you of course, and I think she’d like a night out. And you?” Unless she was keeping it very quiet, he didn’t think Fragrant was with anypony. A wonder by itself – he couldn’t believe stallions weren’t queuing up at the door to take her... take her to the Gala, he meant.
“My brother will be escorting me. I find the Gala very tedious but he always uses the night to make business connections.” She sighed.
“Maybe it’ll be more exciting this year? Well, I’ll see about getting appointments with these ponies then.” He waved the list she had given him. “Good day, see you at breakfast.” He held out his forearms and she trotted over to give him a hug, which might have lasted just a few seconds longer than was proper, but that was probably his imagination.
“Good day, Max.”
The committee system forms the very heart of our government. The fact that small groups of ponies can make decisions which can affect the whole of Equestria only highlights the responsibility of being a courtier. Unfortunately they can sometimes be mind numbingly boring rather mundane.
An extract from ‘What I learned at court’, Baron Mounty Max’s report to Princess Luna Equestris Draft version
***
“Now moving onto issue twelve on today's itinerary,” rumbled the meeting’s Chairmare, Countess Fillybuster. “The issue relating to Ponyville and its ‘alleged’ attack by a minion of Corona. The town has made a claim to the Royal Emergency Management Fund for a sum of approximately nine hundred thousand bits.”
Duchess Fragrant Posey’s ears pricked up at the news. She had only been half listening to the meeting so far; she had been considering Max’s words from this morning. He wasn’t taking a mare to the Gala, so maybe she should ask him to escort her? Thundering could miss a year. He already had all the political connections he’d ever need. She’d tried to ask Max out before, but she had been a few hours late then – he’d just started to date Buttercup – if she delayed again she might miss out again. She had been surprised by the strength of her reaction when she thought she’s lost him; she had been crushed. What if he said no? What if he got together with Buttercup again? She couldn’t stand those feelings twice.
Shaking her head, she focused on the meeting. She had been aware that the matter of Ponyville was due to be discussed in this meeting, but given the size of the request, she was surprised that the matter had been raised this close to the end of the meeting. She was apparently not the only one, as a general rumble passed around the other seven committee members.
“Excuse me,” said Marquis Jet Stream. “But what do you mean by ‘alleged’? Given the large sum being requested surely an investigation has been carried out into the event? Was this an attack by Corona or not?”
Fragrant was sure the attack had been real; she had a certain amount of personal knowledge of the event. Her niece Fluttering Posey happened to be resident in Ponyville, and upon hearing of the disaster, Fragrant had checked upon her safety as soon as possible. Fluttering’s house was far enough outside the town that it had not been affected by the riot, and due to her nature, the shy filly had not attended the fair at which the ‘curse’ had started. Still, she had passed on the second hoof reports she had received from her friend Rainbow Dash, and they broadly matched the details provided by the town authorities.
The Countess glanced nervously at Viceroy Night Light where he sat, a short distance from the rest of the committee. “Well, you see...” she began.
“The town’s authorities claim that they were affected by a ‘curse’,” interrupted Night Light. He spoke calmly and quietly but still the entire room fell silent for him. “Which caused widespread drunkenness and lawlessness throughout the town. However, it appears that the alleged culprit, despite being captured by a number of foals,” he raised an eyebrow at this, “managed to escape before she could be brought to justice.”
Fragrant frowned at this. It was unusual for Night Light to appear in person at hearings of this committee. As the minister in charge of emergency management, it was his right to appear at any such hearing – in the same way that she could appear at any meeting of her own weather ministry – but he was a very busy pony; in most cases he delegated the responsibility. “Surely we have evidence of the damage to the town if nothing else?” she asked.
“There have been certain reports provided by the town’s representative, a Trixie Lulamoon,” reported Fillybuster.
Fragrant scowled at the mention of representative Lulamoon. She had not been fond of Trixie when she was a resident of Canterlot. Despite being granted significant opportunity by the Princess, the young unicorn seemed to be content to waste the chance on petty self-aggrandisement. It seemed she had only gotten worse since moving to Ponyville and having become the bearer of the element of magic. Fluttering had reported that the representative had on several occasions harassed her, in one case even resorting to the petty theft of one of her niece’s beloved animals.
“But they are not entirely consistent,” continued Fillybuster. “It may be that the damage is not as severe as was first thought and was caused by meer drunken hijinks without any magical source. It would not be the first time such events have gotten out of hoof.”
Fragrant considered for a moment. She could easily see Trixie exaggerating such a matter to draw attention to herself, but she did not think she would make up such a thing by herself. “Although further investigation may be needed into this matter, we are supposed to be an emergency fund and as such we need to act with a certain alacrity. I see that this matter was already delayed from our last meeting the day before yesterday. Maybe we should release a small amount of funds in the short term to ensure essential services continue? Say fifty thousand bits, while further investigation is carried out?” she suggested.
“That sounds reasonable to me,” said Marquis Jet Stream, to Fragrant’s surprise. The mare was one of her biggest rivals at court, and although she had been trying to build bridges recently, it was still unexpected for her to agree with her.
Once again Fillybuster glanced over to Night Light. “I do not think it would be a good idea to be seen as an easy touch in this matter,” said the Viceroy. “This is not the first time Ponyville has requested aid from the fund on somewhat tenuous grounds. I would suggest that we delay a decision until the next meeting; it is only two days and would allow for further investigation into this matter. Don’t you agree, Lady Chairpony?” He swung his gaze around the room as if challenging those present to disagree.
“I call for a vote on delaying a decision on issue twelve until we can reconvene,” said Fillybuster almost automatically.
“I second it,” piped up Baron Starborn, the most junior member of the committee.
“All those in favour?” Instantly the majority of the room raised a hoof. Fragrant considered for a moment. She was confused by the events; normally there would be far more discussion before making such a decision. It seemed that Night Light have some personal issue in this matter, and although he was generally known as a fair and just stallion, it could be dangerous to stand against him until she knew more about what was happening. Plus she didn’t think another two days would cause much more harm in this case. She slowly raised a hoof. “And against?” No hooves were raised. “Good, those in favour have it, the matter will be tabled for the next meeting. And that concludes our itinerary for today. Unless anypony has any additional business, we can all go our own ways.”
As the various committee members and their staff got up to leave, Fragrant took a note. There was something going on here and she wanted to know what it was.
Despite the powers granted to each member of the court, we are strongest when we work together. It is always handy to have a few allies around you. Duchess Fragrant Posey has personally helped me far more than I can ever repay.
An extract from ‘What I learned at court’, Baron Mounty Max’s report to Princess Luna Equestris Draft version
***
It was Fragrant’s first instinct to try and contact Vicereine Wallflower about her fellow viceroy’s actions, but she was currently away from court. Some incident on the Griffin borders, up near Latigo apparently, required the foreign minister’s personal attention, and both she and her wife had left to deal with the matter. She was apparently touring some of the smaller settlement in the area, making even contact via telegraph spotty. Although an unusual situation, this was not entirely unprecedented.
However, at the same time the Princess herself was also out of contact; although still present in Canterlot, Luna was apparently incommunicado, dealing with some issue raised by the Ministry of Magic; something about the possibility of using lay line shifts to try and locate Corona, which required almost all of her attention.
Finally, even Vicereine Puissance was busy; having been granted a letter of proxy while the Princess was otherwise occupied, she was in effective command of Equestria. Fragrant had requested an audience, but had been told that it would be almost a week before the vicereine would be available. Again this seemed odd; for all her faults, Puissance was an excellent administrator. Even given how busy court got just before summer recess, she would normally be freer than this.
Any one, even two, of these events could be chalked up as happenstance, but all three at once had to be planned. Some force was preventing her from talking to anyone in power about her suspicions, and she was increasingly sure that force had a name... Night Light.
But why?
The Baron has been rather slow to form bonds with many of his peers, which is understandable given the differences in upbringing between Baron Max and many other courtiers. However, the few nobles he has befriended, myself included, have become strong allies. In some cases the relationships may be a little too strong.
An extract from ‘A report on Baron Mounty Max’s education’, Duchess Fragrant Posey’s report to Princess Luna Equestris
***
The meetings with the first few nobles on Max’s list went well. Although they had one or two grumbles about the cloud export bill, they were easy enough to appease. It was quite interesting to talk to various other members of the court and find out about them. There were over two hundred and forty courtiers, and he supposed he’d only ever really talked to a handful of them in the half year he had spent here so far. This mission was turning out to be an education. It occurred to him that Fragrant might have planned this job for just that reason; she did take good care of his development like the Princess had asked, so he really should try and do something for her in return as thanks for all the time and effort she put into him. All the evenings she suffered through his rambling stories of his life, fixing his mistakes, helping him… it was a wonder she put up with him. Even if nothing happened between them at the Gala, maybe he could take her out somewhere? A meal? A show? A dance? But would that be considered improper?
Putting his thoughts aside for the moment, he looked down at his list. Who was next? Oh, he thought, Baron Fields. Normally he’d enjoy spending an hour or so chatting with the old stallion, but things had been rather rocky between them for the last few weeks, since... since that thing with Buttercup. He didn’t like to think about what had happened, and what he had had to do. As far as he knew, Rolling himself didn’t know everything, but he certainly knew that something had been happening between Max and his daughter, something that wasn’t happening any more. Max sighed. Still, he had a job to do; hopefully the two of them could be professional in this matter. Let the old stallion hate him personally, but they should be able to co-operate about court business.
With leaden hooves, Max started to make his way to the Baron’s small office. It was in a busy part of the castle, a testament to the many years’ service he’d made to the crown, and Max was jostled by a number of servants coming the other way before he reached the door. He paused for a moment before knocking gently.
“Come in!” came Buttercup’s silky voice from within. Max steeled himself before opening the door and stepping in.
Buttercup looked up from her work with a smile which quickly faded as she noted who had entered. “Oh,” she said, her gaze dropping to the ground. “Good evening, Baron Max,” she said formally.
“Good evening, Butt... Lady Fields.” That felt awkward to his tongue. They remained in a painful silence for a moment while Max shuffled his hooves. “Um, can I speak to the baron,” he said at last. “I have some business with him.”
“Oh, well, I think he’s free at the moment.” She gestured to the inner door. “He might be napping.”
“How is he?”
“He’s... he’s ok, the effects of the...” She glanced around nervously as if somepony might be watching. “Of the treatment have worn off. He has more bad days than he used to, but they’re not that bad...” The word yet hung in the air. “He sleeps more, he’s started to miss meetings.” She blinked away the moisture starting to gather in her eyes. Max so wanted to hug her but he didn’t think that would be for the best. She looked up at him again. “Couldn’t I?” she begged. “Just once more, so he makes it to the end of the court? It’s only a few days now.”
“No,” said Max gently. “You know what we agreed, that’s a bad idea.”
“I know but... but... you’re right. I did what you asked. He... he’s already handed in his letter of resignation to the Princess, he’s standing down from his position and passing it to me.”
“Oh, well, congratulations, I suppose.”
She looked up at him. “I didn’t want it this way, you know.”
“I know, but now you can honour him, show him what he taught you. He’ll be so proud.”
“I suppose so. I’m going to hold a party for him to celebrate all he’s done in court. It’s in a few days and I’d like you to come.”
“Oh.” Max was rather surprised by that; he’d have thought Buttercup would have preferred him out of her life. “I’d like that, thanks. Is there anything I can do to help you with it?”
“Well, um, there is one thing that you or maybe Duchess Posey could do.” She paused for a moment. “You know father has always had a certain... appreciation for Vicereine Puissance? Well, it would mean the world to him if she’d come and maybe speak at the party. I’ve tried to ask her but she’s so busy at the moment, and she sort of scares me,” she admitted.
Max frowned, he’d not really had much to do with the vicereine, and he didn’t think Fragrant did either, but he could at least try. “I’ll do what I can.”
“Thanks. You should probably go and talk to Dad now.” She gestured towards the door.
Max nodded and pushed it open. Inside the office, Baron Fields was slumped over his desk and snoring gently, a pool of drool starting to obliterate a sheet of parchment. Max closed the door and coughed loudly, rousing the old stallion.
“Hum? Err... what is it?” he asked as he sat up and blinked a few times. “Who are you? Oh, Moxy, isn’t it? What are you here for?” he asked in confusion.
“I’m here to talk to you about Duchess Posey’s cloud export bill,” said Max politely.
“That can’t be right.” He frowned. “I went to Autumn Posey’s funeral.”
“Um, it’s Fragrant Posey’s bill I’m talking about, sir.”
“Fragrant? I suppose that’s right, with her mother dead she’d be taking over. I hope it all turns out alright – she’s rather young, and after all that fuss in the press.” He gazed at Max again and his eyes seemed to focus. ”You!” he exclaimed. “What did you do to my daughter?”
“I’m sorry, I don’t...?” said Max in surprise as the older stallion struggled to his hooves.
“She was happy you know, very happy, then you left and she cried! She doesn’t know I saw her but she was crying! You made a mare, made my daughter cry! That is caddish behaviour and I will not stand for it.” The Baron stood tall in front of Max and for a moment he thought the old stallion might take a swing at him. “What was she to you? A game? An attempted notch on your bedpost?”
“No, no, nothing like that. I’m sorry but we just didn’t work out. I’m sorry if she cried!” Max’s ears drooped. He thought it was more likely Buttercup had been crying about her father rather than him, but he still didn’t want her to be distressed.
Rolling examined Max for a moment and then relaxed a little, his hooves starting to shake. He slumped back into his seat. “I... I think I believe you, Mix, but that doesn’t mean I like you.” He glared. “Now what was it you were here for?”
“Oh, Fragrant’s cloud export bill. You agreed to vote for it but she’s heard that you had some reservations. I’m here to talk to you about it.”
“Oh, that. No, I’m in her camp. I was just a little angry when I found out about you and Buttercup. I was shooting my mouth off.”
“So you’re definitely following the duchess then?”
“Yes, I don’t know how they move the clouds without losing them but I’ve had ponies much smarter than me look at the numbers and they think it’ll work, so I’m on board.”
“Thank you sir. I’m glad you can put aside the, um, thing between me and your daughter.”
“Well, personal is not the same as important, lad. I don’t like you much right now, but if you propose something for the betterment of my people or Equestria, then I need to put aside my own feelings and do what’s right.” The stallion sighed and seemed to shrink a little. “I’ve made the mistake of mixing up my own feelings and what’s good for Equestria enough times to have learned that by now.”
There was a drawn out silence while Max tried to think of something to say. Rolling eventually beat him to it. “If that’s all lad, I have work to get on with.”
“Yes, thank you, I don’t want to take up any more of your time.”
Rolling grunted as he turned back to his desk while Max made his way back to the outer office.
“How did it go?” asked Buttercup from her desk.
“Oh, well enough. He’s supporting Posey’s bill. He said you’d been crying… I’m sorry.”
She stiffened slightly. “I didn’t think he saw that. It’s just been so hard with him and... things. I need to stop that, I need to be stronger if I’m going to be a baroness. My ponies will depend on me.”
“Well, you don’t need to be strong by yourself. Remember, there are others out there. We might not be, er, together, but I’ll still be here if you need a friend.”
“Thank you, Mounty,” said Buttercup, giving a small smile.
“That’s alright, but I better be off. I’ll see if I can talk to Puissance somewhere about your father’s party.” With that he made for the door, passing a pale green unicorn stallion with far too much hair gel coming the other way.
Perhaps Duchess Posey’s finest attributes are is her legsmanethe limpid pools of her eyes her unwavering morality; she always does her best for the people of Equestria, regardless of the personal cost.
An extract from ‘What I learned at court’, Baron Mounty Max’s report to Princess Luna Equestris Draft version
***
The next meeting of the Emergency Fund committee came around quickly, and this time it did not come as a surprise to Fragrant that Night Light once again decided to take part in the proceedings and that the Ponyville issue once again found itself near the bottom of the schedule. She had spent some time trying to find more about the situation, which had turned out to be harder than it should be. Information seemed to be sketchy and contradictory. The representative and town council reports indicated significant damage to large sections of the town, whereas the reviews carried out by members of the ministry of the interior suggested the matter was less serious. However, she had managed to get her hooves on the report by the local weather manager; even this had apparently been misfiled. It was only her standing order that she obtain a copy of any report that Rainbow Dash made that allowed her to see it. The report indicated that the local cloud silo had been breached during the rioting, resulting in a near total loss of its contents, and that the local weather team had resorted to wing crafting cloud from water vapour, a painstaking process rarely used in the days of weather factories. Given the town subsisted primarily on agriculture, such efforts would never produce the amount of rain needed to keep the crops growing.
“Now, I think we should all pay careful consideration to the situation in Hornton,” announced Countess Fillybuster almost painfully slowly. “The fire there may have been brought under control quickly, but the damage to the town centre was still quite significant as you can see from the reports. However, it is also clear that the town’s firefighting equipment was poorly maintained, so it may be argued that the damage was their own fault and as such....”
Normally issues like these were open and shut cases, a quick discussion followed by a vote and done in less than half an hour. Now Fillybuster seemed to need to draw everything out into exhaustive detail. She was purposely delaying things to try and ensure they couldn’t get to the Ponyville issue in the time available. Did Night Light really hate the town that much? She was aware of the altercation his daughter had caused there, but to take it out on the town, that seemed so unlike him. Wallflower had warned her that the situation might unbalance him but this... she needed to do something about this.
“Excuse me, Madam Chairmare, but I believe I have heard enough to call for an immediate vote on this issue,” said Fragrant, interrupting the mare’s rambling and breaking protocol.
“Oh,” Fillybuster glanced over at Night Light again, who frowned slightly.
“I second,” agreed Countess Shadowkicker. “There really is no need for all of this.”
“Very well,” said Fillybuster calling an immediate vote on the issue.
Fragrant did all she could to rush through the next half a dozen points on the agenda, until the issue of Ponyville was finally tabled.
“Now, this issue was adjourned to allow time for further investigation to be carried out into the situation,” said Fillybuster. “Further reports have been submitted, as you can see.” She passed out several documents to the committee members. “A delegation from the ministry of magic examined the so called ‘cursed’ drinks and found only low levels of pony magic in them, unlikely to be sufficient to effect the whole population of the town – in fact, the magic has been identified by its resonance to have come from representative Lulamoon herself.” There was a rumble of discontent around the table. “Further reports show that the damage caused to the town may not be as widespread as previously thought. As you can see, several areas suffered only the most superficial of damage. In addition reports from the weather patrol indicate that although some of the cloud stock was lost it should not take long to replenish the supply.”
Fragrant frowned. The report Fillybuster had just passed her was not the same as the one she had obtained personally. Looking between the two she noticed several subtle but significant differences: yearly figures converted to monthly, losses shown as gains. If she was not aware of Rainbow Dash’s personal writing style, she would have thought it to be correct; Cloudia’s daughter had not inherited her mother’s neat mouth writing. Who within her ministry had been bought to produce this copy? She sighed. Who had betrayed her? She glanced up at Night Light as the rest of the committee digested the new evidence provided to them.
“Viceroy?” she asked, trying to keep her tone level. “Might it be possible to have a word with you? In private.”
His eyes narrowed for a moment, then he nodded. “Of course, duchess. Maybe now would be a good time for a break? To give us a chance to stretch our legs?”
Several of the ponies around the table looked up in surprise, but slowly nodded their agreement before trotting out of the room, chatting to each other.
“Now what did you want to say to me, duchess?” asked Night Light nonchalantly, once the room was empty.
“Why are you doing this?” she asked.
“Doing what?”
“Delaying aid to Ponyville, doctoring the reports. Why?”
“Maybe you should be very careful about what you’re saying, Duchess Posey. Such talk could be very dangerous.”
Fragrant was taken aback. “Are you threatening me, Viceroy?”
“Threatening you? Of course not. If I was threatening you I could point out that you have put quite a lot of effort into your cloud export bill and that if, for instance, somepony of my standing were to suggest my supporters vote against it then it would have no chance of passing and all that effort would be wasted. Or that I am aware how much the ponies of your city are depending on the employment the bill would stimulate, if it passes. But of course I am not threatening you so I will not.” He gave a thin smile.
Fragrant blinked. She didn’t doubt for a moment that Night Light could do that; he wouldn’t even have to publically announce his opposition, only a few words in the right ears and her bill would fail. “Why?” she asked again, trying to stop her voice wavering. Her mind was racing. Night Light had always stood aloof from the games of the court; he could afford to, as given his power few could harm him. It was unknown for him to act like this – what could have caused it?
“Lulamoon,” hissed Night Light, a snarl crossing his face. “It’s her fault that my Twilie... my daughter is missing, is a fugitive, could be dead!”
“But the whole town...” How could this be happening, thought Fragrant. She had always admired Night Light; although a little distant he had always seemed an honourable pony. But to take his anger at her daughter’s action out on a whole town of innocent ponies, how could he have come to this?
“That is... unfortunate, but it shouldn’t be long before they realise how infective Trixie is as a representative and ask the Princess to replace her. Come now, you have no love for the representative, given how she’s treated your niece. And think of all the good your bill can do for your people, for all of Equestria.”
Fragrant wondered for a moment how Night Light knew about Trixie’s actions towards Fluttering, but he was right – increased efficiency in the cloud factories had resulted in many of her people losing their jobs; the increase in production that export would require would reemploy them, and what loyalty did she have to Ponyville and to Trixie? A nagging voice sounding somewhat like Max pointed out that she was supposed to be protecting all of Equestria, not just her own city, but she tried to push it aside.
“You will stop your interference as soon as Trixie is punished?” she asked weakly.
Night Light nodded. “I will personally do all I can to help Ponyville once she is removed.”
“Very well,” said Fragrant, her guts knotting. There was no way out of this; even if she could contact Luna or one of the other Viceroys, Night Light could still ruin her. “I will support you.”
“Excellent! You will not regret this.”
But she already was as the other committee members slowly returned. Fillybuster quickly ran though the ‘evidence’ against Ponyville and after a brief discussion during which Fragrant didn’t say a word she called for a vote. One by one the committee members raised their hooves to support the rejection of Ponyville’s request for aid. “And you, Duchess Posey?” asked Fillybuster at last. “How do you vote?”
“I... I...” stuttered Fragrant feeling a little sick. “I vote to reject Ponyville’s request for aid.”
“Then it is unanimous,” announced the Chairmare as Night Light looked on smiling. “Now onto the last matter for the day, the request from Hoofington in Caneighda...”
***
Fragrant didn’t sleep well that day, or the day after. She lay awake twisting and turning, running the events of the committee over and over in her head. Was there something else she could have done? Could she have been a stronger pony? Stood up to Night Light? But where would that have left her? Whichever way she went, somepony suffered. Cloudsdale was much larger than Ponyville; it was for the greater good of the greater number. It was the right thing to do. But why did it feel so bad?
This was Trixie’s fault. If she hadn’t humiliated Twilight Sparkle she wouldn’t have run amok in Ponyville and her father wouldn’t have vowed revenge and none of this would have happened. She even bullied poor Fluttering for some reason. For some sort of twisted sense of fun? To try and get at Fragrant herself? How had such a terrible mare become the Princesses student? Become the element of magic? It was her fault.
But it didn’t help salve her conscience. Regardless of what Trixie had done – what Night Light had threatened – she shouldn’t have done what he asked. She should have been a stronger pony, a braver pony, a more moral pony. Max wouldn’t have given in to him; even if all of Nulpar had been on the line, he would have stood up for what was right. He was so much better than she was; thick-headed, impulsive and blind to what was right under his muzzle, but still so much better that she was. He wouldn’t have given in like she had, wouldn’t have done a lot of things she’d done. She felt a sharp phantom pain in her abdomen. She didn’t deserve him if she was capable of things like this.
She used to think she was a good pony, that she was better than many of the courtiers, but all it took was a little pressure and she crumbled. Did it mean anything that she felt bad about it? Was it worse to be so used to corruption that it seemed normal or to know it was wrong and do it anyway? She didn’t know, but she couldn’t imagine feeling worse than this.
***
The vote on the cloud export bill was now only two nights away, and as he had promised Night Light was not opposing the bill and had even spoken as to its benefits, causing many wavering courtiers to swing in Fragrance’s favour. Max was still working on a few unsure parties. It looked like the matter was in the bag but she couldn’t afford to be complacent; thus when she heard from her ally, Duke Sands, that Viscount Blueblood was planning to try and recruit courtiers to oppose her bill, she decided to confront him in person. Although a foalish fop most of the time, the Viscount's family history gave him contacts with most of the court. Although it was unlikely his movement would gain much support, it was a possibility, so she decided to visit him in person to deal with the matter before it could gain any momentum. Plus it was something to take her mind off of her previous acts.
She was just taking a short cut across one of the castle’s courtyards when she caught sight of a young blue unicorn mare with a white and blue mane. Normally she would not give such a sight a second glance – the colouring was not unusual – but the figure was wearing a purple cloak and hat both studded with stars. There was only one individual who commonly dressed like that, and she was the source of much of the pain in Fragrant’s life at the moment. “Representative Lulamoon!” she called, trying to keep the ire from her voice.
Trixie muttered something under her breath as she turned, looking exasperated, then she made a double take staring at Fragrant. “Fluttershy?” she exclaimed.
Fragrant knew there was a certain family resemblance between her and her niece, something the press had certainly picked up on, but only a fool would mix them up – she was almost twice Fluttering’s age. Was Trixie trying to bait her? Maybe there was nothing she could do about Night Light’s plan, maybe Trixie even deserved it, but she could certainly make her stop harassing poor Fluttering. “Miss Lulamoon, do you know who I am?”
“No,” replied Trixie rather exasperatedly.
“Duchess Fragrant Posey. I am the head of the Royal Ministry of Weather Management, and I am here with a demand: Leave my niece alone.”
Trixie looked confused. “Who?” she asked.
“My niece,” Fragrant clarified, “Fluttering Posey. I have twice heard you mentioned in letter written to me by her, and it was not in a flattering light.”
Trixie shook her head. “I don’t even know who you’re talking about – ”
“Please, Miss Lulamoon, do not lie. I know it was you who threatened to drag her from her home on the Longest Night.” Poor Fluttering had been more traumatized by that than Corona’s return, her letter had even suggested she might move! “And she got a very good look at you when you stole one of her chickens, and then returned it a week later with the poor thing’s back plucked!” Fragrant scowled and took a step closer to the blue unicorn. “I don’t know what intimidations you are trying to play with my family, but – ”
“Fluttershy?” exclaimed Trixie as if suddenly struck by an idea.
Fragrant staggered back in surprise. “Ooh… I’ve always hated that nickname that Rainbow Dash gave it to her. Fluttering likes it, I suppose, but it seems so insulting… but yes, Fluttering is my niece.”
Trixie’s eyes widened. “Fluttershy’s real name is Fluttering Posey?” she cried.
“Indeed,” said Fragrant, looking Trixie up and down. Was it possible the unicorn was really as dense as she acted? Did she just randomly bully vulnerable ponies? “So please, Miss Lulamoon. Fluttering detests the Night Court and wants nothing to do with it. Leave her alone, or I am afraid I will have to take steps to protect my family.”
“Like what?” demanded Trixie, her voice becoming shrill. “Somepony’s already printed lies about me in the newspaper! My home is already literally falling apart! Night Light already wants my blood! What could you possibly do? I guess my own family hasn’t been touched yet… you’re going to go after them? Go after my cousins? My aunt and uncle?”
“I beg your pardon?” gasped Fragrant, she would never hurt another ponies family, but... wasn’t that what she was doing, going along with Night Lights plan? Even if Trixie was to blame for Twilight Sparkle’s actions, the ponies of Ponyville were innocent; how could she be allowing them to be harmed?
“My life has been going straight into the sun ever since I became a Representative!“ said Trixie, continuing her rant. “If it’s not Greengrass trying to screw over my friends, it’s Night Light starving Ponyville, and somepony has been printing lies about me in the newspaper, bet that’s Greengrass too… or was that you? Giving me a taste of what you’d do if I didn’t listen to you?” Trixie stomped up to Fragrant. “For your information, Duchess, Fluttershy and I are friends!”
Fragrant found her current train of thought derailed, “What?” she asked. How could that be possible? Fluttering didn’t make friends easily and she couldn’t imagine her associating with somepony as brash at Trixie. But... but if it were true then it could be a sign that her niece was getting better! She did mention she had talked to one of the local farmers in her most recent letter.
Trixie sighed. “Last month,” she said. “Me and my friend Carrot Top have this monthly spa appointment. And Carrot Top is friends with Fluttershy and recently managed to convince Fluttershy to go to the spa too. But Carrot Top isn’t exactly swimming in cash, so she arranged things for me and Fluttershy to meet there, turn it into a big spa party thing. We got to talking – well, okay, I did most of the talking – and I apologized for scaring her at the Longest Night, which I didn’t mean to do, and for stealing her chicken, which I had a really good but very private reason for.” Trixie shuffled in place. “Maybe 'friend' is too strong a word…but I don’t think she hates me. And I don’t hate her. I didn’t even know she was a Posey!”
Fragrant tried to decide if Trixie was telling the truth or not. “I haven’t heard from her for a few months…” she mused. Well, apart from the quick check she’d made after she’d heard about the Ponyville disaster; she had been a little worried that Fluttering might have been retreating even from her aunt. “Can you prove this, Miss Lulamoon?”
Trixie opened her mouth when suddenly a white mare seemed to appear next to them almost as if she had teleported, although her lack of a horn put the lie to that idea. “Begging your pardon, Miss Lulamoon, Duchess Posey,” the newcomer said bowing. “But I was sent by Duke Greengrass. An important matter has come up concerning the weather patterns in Caneighda, and he needs to see you immediately.”
Fragrant scowled at the duke’s name – she was still unhappy with how he’d played her and Max during the Builder vote. Still, it might be something important; there had been a number of cloudjacking incidents in his province recently, plus she needed to think over what Trixie had said, both about Fluttering and Night Light’s actions. “Miss…Notary, isn’t it? I will be along presently, then.”
“Thank-you, Duchess,” said Notary said with another bow.
Fragrant, meanwhile, turned back to Trixie. “It is possible that I was in error, Miss Lulamoon,” she said. “If that is the case, then I apologize. But I demand an apology in return for your saying that I would resort to the same base tactics that I was wrongly accusing you of.” Liar hissed her inner Max, just because it is Night Light who has masterminded the plot against Ponyville rather than you doesn’t make your hooves any cleaner. Her lack of action was still harming the innocent, she should be the one apologizing. “When I said that I... I would take steps, I meant only that I would ask Princess Luna to intervene if it proved necessary.” Which is just what she should have done when she found out what Night Light was doing.
Trixie looked rebellious for a moment then bowed her head. “I’m sorry, duchess.” Fragrant blinked then nodded back. The Trixie she had known would never have apologised; maybe she had changed. She had much to think about, she thought as she followed Notary.
Despite not being the best educated of courtiers I find myself surprised by Baron Max’s problem solving skills. He is often able to approach a problem from a totally unexpected direction. His example has inspired me on several occasions.
An extract from ‘A report on Baron Mounty Max’s education’, Duchess Fragrant Posey’s report to Princess Luna Equestris
***
Trying to get a meeting with Puissance was apparently next to impossible at the moment. She wasn’t the most approachable of mares most of the time; she preferred to summon her guests rather than have visitors turn up. But with Luna indisposed, she was in effect acting ruler of Equestria, boosting her work load even higher; one of her assistant’s assistant’s assistants noted that he could make an appointment, but the earliest free time was several weeks into the next session of the court, in almost four months’ time. For a moment Max wondered if Fragrant might be able to get an earlier meeting, but she was a busy mare and he should learn to deal with these things himself rather than always running to her.
He decided to make his way back to his own office. Maybe Mrs G would have an idea on how he could get a meeting; he certainly didn’t want to disappoint Buttercup. Rounding a corner, he passed a window and noticed that outside the sun was rising; he hadn’t thought it was that late. He paused a moment and glanced out of the towers that made up the castle and below the city itself; it always looked so peaceful at this time of day. He wished he had time to make his way to his normal thinking perch on top of Luna’s office. Then a thought hit him: maybe there was another way to get a few words with the Vicereine? It was crazy and probably dangerous, but when had that last stopped him?
A few minutes later he found himself crawling across the outside of the castle, his hooves questing for purchase on the ancient stonework while a stiff breeze tried its best to throw him to the ground far below. The route to Puissance’s tower was more challenging than that to Luna’s, although in a crazy way he welcomed the challenge. It seemed to be too long since he’d really stretched himself; there was something to be said about imminent danger to make the world seem so much simpler. He doubted Fragrant would approve… she never seemed far from his thoughts nowadays, another distraction but one he wouldn’t lose for all the world. There was no way she would agree, but he couldn’t help but want their daily meetings to continue once his training ended. Maybe even more… parting was already such sweet sorrow, he noted. He really would have to tell her how he felt at the Gala. Then he gasped as one of his hooves slipped on a patch on moss, almost plunging him to the ground below. Now was not the time for wool-gathering.
He looked up. There was a small window in the Vicereine’s tower maybe half a dozen yards above his head; he wasn’t sure if he’d fit but it was the only point of entry he could see. Keeping his eyes peeled for hoof holds, Max slowly made his way up the wall to the window. Up close it seemed even smaller, but on the bright side it was open. He stuck his head in and looked around. He assumed the room was Puissance ’s private quarters but it looked more like a museum. Various glass cases stood around the room inside which sat various artefacts, a suit of armour, a golden shoe, one of the most fantastically intricate dresses Max had ever seen and was that a telegraph machine? However, it was clearly the Vicereine’s bed chamber as well – below him sat a princess sized cloud bed somehow inlaid with silver silk threads. Apparently not all the rumours about the Vicereine were true; she didn’t sleep on a hoard of treasure like a dragon, and he assumed she didn’t eat meat sprinkled with foal’s tears or ride around her estate on the back of a pegasus / unicorn hybrid who looked like Corona, either.
With a struggle, Max managed to shove his head and front legs in through the window and slipped forwards until it drew tight around his barrel. He wiggled in place for a moment but he couldn’t force himself any further forwards. Maybe he should cut down on the donuts, he considered, but Mrs G didn’t like to eat alone. He tried to make his way back out the window but realised to his horror that he was wedged stuck! Feelings of worry and embarrassment warred within him. It might be a bit difficult to explain this to the Vicereine when she came to bed… of course, the same could be said of him climbing into her room anyway. Maybe he hadn’t thought this through properly.
He relaxed for a moment and tried breathing out. He reached back with his forelegs and pushed. There was some movement. He tried again and he began to slip forwards, overbalancing into the room as his body slipped over the window frame. He felt a pain in his flank as something jabbed into him and then he was falling forwards towards the bed below. He gave a cry as he fell through the air to land on the cloud; to his surprise, it bore his weight for a moment before he gently sunk through it to land on the floor below. Just as the door to the room opened and the Vicereine entered looking annoyed. Max staggered to his feet, his head poking through the bottom of the cloud mattress.
“It has been quite some time since I unexpectedly found a stallion in my bed, Baron Max,” noted Puissance. “I take it seduction is not your goal?” she raised an eyebrow.
“Oh, no... I, I wouldn’t, you're so old and… of course not. No! No!” stuttered Max flummoxed.
“With such diplomatic skills, it’s no wonder you aren't married, baron. Besides, quite frankly you aren't my type. I prefer my stallions of rather more... heroic proportions. You do not measure up.”
Max blushed for a moment. He hoped Buttercup hadn’t been spreading rumours.
“Now would you mind explaining why you have broken into my quarters before I have the guards arrest you?” continued Puissance. “It could be all too easy to think you were here to assassinate me, and given my current status it might even be considered treason, an executable offence,” she said coldly.
Maybe this had been a really stupid idea after all. “Well you see... wait, you don’t seem very surprised to see me.”
“It may surprise you, but I am actually smart enough to place alarms in and around my rooms. I was aware of your presence and identity before you entered the window.”
“Oh, that’s clever!”
“Yes, very,” she said witheringly. “Now, why are you here?”
“Right, well, you see, Baron Fields is retiring when the court ends.”
“Yes, the Princess mentioned it to me.”
“His daughter wants to organise a retirement party for him, and as one of his peers she thought you might want to say a few words about him.”
“That is it? Duchess Posey didn’t ask you to give me a message or anything like that?”
“Fragrant? No, I don’t think she even knows about it, although I think she might attend the party.”
“You broke into my quarters to invite me to a retirement party?!” exclaimed the old mare. “Whenever I get close to respecting you, baron, you seem to prove your stupidity even more. I am a very important pony, Baron Max! I do not have the time to ‘say a few words’ at the function celebrating the life of a minor noble.”
“Oh,” said Max feeling down. “He always spoke very highly of you. I thought you might want to share a few anecdotes?”
“We certainly had our moments,” she agreed her eyes looking distant. “The air smelled of lavender,” she mumbled to herself.
“Sorry?”
“Never mind,” said Puissance sharply. “It was a long time ago and is unimportant!” She seemed to calm herself. “The Baron and I spent most of our lives in very different social circles.”
“Still you’ve both been in court for... well, a long time. You must remember some things about him.”
“Nothing of importance. I would suggest you leave now, and I may not press charges, baron.” She gestured towards the door.
Max made one last attempt. “If it was you retiring wouldn’t you want somepony to tell everypony all the good you did? Wouldn’t you like to be remembered?”
Puissance froze in place for a moment before turning back to Max. “I have biographers for that, Baron Max... still.” She looked thoughtful. “I may reconsider... first, answer me some questions. That rock you gave me at my jubilation, was it really from your province?”
The question took Max on the back hoof and he frowned. “Yes, of course, but why...?”
“And were there others like it where you found it?”
“Some, I think. It was a while back. But what does this have to do with the retirement party?”
Puissance examined him closely for a moment. “Never mind, baron. Very well, give the details to my secretary and I will see if I can spare a few minutes to speak about Baron Fields. But you will owe me for this, and I will certainly collect. Do you understand?” she asked.
“Well, yes I suppose, I’ll do what I can.”
“Good,” said Puissance brusquely. “Now get out of my bedroom.”
“Of course, thank you,” said Max, cantering towards the door where he passed a quartet of very surprised guards.
Meal times are surprisingly useful for talking to other members of the court. You never know what you’ll hear. Also don’t talk with your mouth full.
An extract from ‘What I learned at court’, Baron Mounty Max’s report to Princess Luna Equestris Draft version
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“So anyway I climbed up the wall and into Puissance’s chamber, well I sort of fell into the chamber actually onto her bed and...” said Max explaining his recent exploits. It was later in the day and the two of them were in the banquet hall, sharing a quick meal.
“You just climbed into the chamber of one of the Vicereines, the acting ruler of Equestria?” gasped Fragrant.
“Well it seemed the easiest way to get to talk to her,” he replied with a shrug.
“It was the easiest way to get hurt! The guards could have killed you by accident if they caught you!” He could be so infuriatingly dense sometimes. Still, she found his behaviour thrilling; there was something about how he was so relaxed in the face of danger which made her feel a little... distracted.
“Nothing happened to me,” he said, raising his hooves, “and she even agreed to speak at Baron Fields’ party.”
Fragrant sighed at his reaction. Now if only she could solve her current problem as easily. Her meeting with Greengrass had been a sham, probably to keep her away from Trixie. Blueblood too had been a diversion; could they both be working with Night Light?
Anyway, the meeting with the Princess's student had made up her mind. She could not stand aside and let the Viceroy hurt Ponyville regardless of what he could do to her, do to her people; she had to stand strong. She was a member of the Night Court – she had a duty to all of Equestria. But how to do it? Wallflower had sent word that she would be returning in time for the Gala in a few days, but time was precious. Puissance was stalling; she may have been bought off by Night Light in some way. Speaking to Luna in person was her only hope, but the Princess was still out of communication, her guards instructed to keep away all but the most important visitors, and sadly Fragrant did not meet the criteria. Maybe she should take a leaf out of Max’s book and go swooping into her quarters, if she didn’t think the guard would catch her before she could get close. It wasn’t like she was a very strong flyer anyway. Still, there had to be some way to get to the Princess. There had to be.
“Anyway,” said Max standing up. “I better get going. I’ve still got to finish off my report for the princess.”
“I thought you almost had that done?”
“I’ve had a few more ideas, but don’t worry. I’ll get it finished before court closes. She did ask for it in person, after all.”
Fragrant stood and gave Max a quick hug before he trotted off towards his office. Something about his last words bothered her, what was it... Of course! A report requested in person by the princess – there was a rule that the delivery of such a report could not be blocked if it was agreed by two nobles of marquis rank or higher, unless the princess specifically countermanded it. But it was risky – even ignoring Night Light’s possible revenge, the princess had recently made it clear she was not impressed when ponies used such methods to waste her time. Only last year Duke, now Count, Charger had been demoted for such actions. But it did give her a chance to talk to the Princess. Now all she needed to do was to try and find a second signatory.
It may seem that the court if full of squabbling foals ponies, but we’re all here for the same reason: to help Equestria. If an important issue came up everypony would put their differences aside and work together.
An extract from ‘What I learned at court’, Baron Mounty Max’s report to Princess Luna Equestris Draft version
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“I’m sorry, duchess,” said Duchess Dandy. “But I am afraid I will not be able to help you in this matter.” She looked around nervously. “As important as you think this may be, I do not wish to get involved. I would suggest you let the matter drop, before something unfortunate happens to you!”
Fragrant sighed. She had spent several hours now trying to find a noble of sufficient rank to agree to help her. However, once she explained what she needed, most were too scared of Night Lights possible retribution. She suspected a few might have already been threatened by the Viceroy to prevent them trying something similar. In a way his sudden change was truly terrifying; he had previously remained remote from the courts power plays, and now that he was acting nopony knew what, if any, his new limits were. She would have preferred to deal with a known threat.
“Thank you for listening to my proposal anyway,” said Fragrant, getting up from her chair. “I hope you can keep this matter between ourselves for the moment?” It would surprise her if somepony hadn’t already alerted Night Light to what she was trying to do. If he didn’t already know, he would soon.
“But of course,” simpered Dandy as Fragrant trotted from her room.
She’d already tried her closest allies, thought Fragrant. Duke Sands had recently left Canterlot, Duchess Ledger and Marquis Parchment were busy, Archduchess Nobility and several others had refused. She didn’t have that many left to try. Greengrass maybe? He might have the gall to stand up to Night Light, but she already suspected he might be working with the Viscount. Deep in thought she wandered back to her office. There had to be somepony who would help her. Maybe she could trick somepony into helping her? Not tell them exactly what she was going to do? No, if she was going to ask somepony to risk their career, then they would have to know what they were doing.
“Notebook!” she called as she entered her office. “I will require a list of any nobles of marquis rank or higher currently at court, particularly any which may owe me a favour, a big favour.”
“Of course, madam,” said her servant, a pad already in his hoof and a pencil in his mouth. “Whilst I prepare that, you have a guest waiting for you.”
“A guest?” She wasn’t expecting anyone. Maybe Max was visiting? She didn’t want to get him mixed up in this, and he wasn’t of a high enough rank to help her anyway.
“It is Marquis Jet Stream milady.”
Jet Stream? What was she doing here? Thought Fragrant.
“She is waiting in your office.”
“Very well, please get that list ready once I’ve spoken to her.”
“Of course.”
Fragrant trotted into her office to see the grey pegasus sitting on one of the guest chairs, her hoof tapping nervously on the floor. She looked scared, her mane matted with sweat and her eyes darting from side to side. She leapt to her hooves upon hearing Fragrant enter. “D… Duchess,” she stuttered.
“Marquis. Are you alright?” she asked concernedly.
“I’ve hear you’ve been looking for somepony to support your delivery of a report to Luna and that you... that you plan to speak to her about Night Light’s recent actions?”
“Yes...” said Fragrant cautiously. Was her fellow pegasus here to deliver a warning from Night Light?
“I would... I would like to help!”
Fragrant blinked a few times. “Why?” she asked. Jet Stream was the last pony she would have expected to help her. Although their relationship has begun to thaw recently, their families had a long history of disagreement. Could this be some sort of trap?
“I... I... What Night Light is doing is wrong!” She tried to stand up tall. “Drawing a whole community into his own feud, it’s going too far.”
“He told you what he was doing?”
“I went to see him after the committee meeting and he threatened me, threatened my son. He knows... he knows, Jet Set ran a little wild you see, fell in with the wrong crowd, he’s never been a very strong stallion. That Upper Crust filly was always bad for him.” Words started to gush from her like a waterfall as she get her worries off of her chest. “He took to gambling and he lost... lost a lot, I found out eventually and I paid off his debts but if it became public, the shame, his reputation, he just made a few mistakes, you see! He’s my little colt, I should have seen, should have been there!”
Fragrant nodded. “If you help me, I’ll do what I can to shield you, and your son, from any fallout. But I’m surprised you trust me given our families history.”
“Thank you. What Night Light is doing is wrong – our families may have feuded but we always tried to keep it between ourselves, not hurt others, and you’ve been trying to settle things. The planned weather factory in Los Pegasus, you never would have done that a year ago. I have to trust you.”
Fragrant stood stock still for a moment, emotions warring in her. She never would have suspected that her old rival would actually be this... noble. Or that a few gestures of friendship could lead to so much. “Thank you!” she said. “Thank you very much!”
“Has he... has he threatened you to?”
“Yes,” she said with a nod. “He said he’d counter my Cloud export bill, but Ponyville matters more than a few more jobs.”
Jet Stream nodded.
Fragrant walked over to a cabinet and withdrew a large folder. It was her report on Max’s progress at the court; she’d hoped to get another draft done before she brought it to the Princess, but she had to see her now before Night Light found a way to stop her. “We should go now.”
Jet Stream nodded again.
“Once we get to the princess, just hang back. If she’s angry she might take it out on me alone, she might not even notice you.”
“No, if we do this we do this together,” she held out a hoof.
For a moment Fragrant stared at it then took it and shook it. Five generations of disagreement solved with just a few kind deeds. She marvelled. “Let’s go!”
One reason for Max’s charisma is how helpful he tries to be to everybody; his first words in any conversation are often ‘how can I help’. I don’t think he fully realizes how many favours he is accruing from this term.
An extract from ‘A report on Baron Mounty Max’s education’, Duchess Fragrant Posey’s report to Princess Luna Equestris
***
The last pony on Max’s list was Baron Mellow Dramatic. Unlike some of the other ponies he had visited, Max had actually interacted with Mellow a little before. He was another member of the transport committee Max was on, and the two of them had previously gotten talking a few times. He seemed a nice enough pony, rather highly strung; he tended to make a disaster out of even the smallest problem. However, Max was certain he should be able to calm whatever ruffled feathers the pegasus had and get his support for Fragrant’s bill.
Baron Dramatic’s office was significantly larger than Max’s, but then almost everypony’s was. In addition to his personal assistant there were two other ponies working on something in the outer office. The assistant, a rather dowdy middle aged unicorn, informed him that her master was currently indisposed on personal matters and that he should wait. Max was left twiddling his hooves for almost an hour before Mellow burst from the inner office door. The young pegasus was almost stick thin and had a brown coat and a green mane and eyes, which were currently bloodshot apparently from tears.
“Oh, Max,” cried Dramatic. “It’s so very very terrible, there is no hope, my life it is over!” he announced, waving his hooves in the air. The assistant merely rolled her eyes, clearly used to her master’s histrionics.
“Um, what is it?” asked Max carefully.
“Oh it is too terrible to discuss... in public.” He glanced around at the assistants, who didn’t look up. “Come, come with me!” He grabbed Max and with surprising force pulled him into the office. It was a mess, papers and files spread all over the floor as if thrown by a tornado. The only things unaffected were various pictures of a young mare plastered around the room.
“Now where was I,” said Mellow, dropping into a seat. “Oh, yes. My life is over! All hope is gone!” he announced.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” said Max, “But you see, I’m here to...”
“She was all that was good in my life and now I shall never see her again! Never!” continued Mellow.
“Who?” asked Max.
“Why, Lady Confidant of course,” said Mellow, grabbing a picture from his desk and shoving it into Max’s face. It showed a rather chubby unicorn mare wearing – in Max’s opinion – rather too much make up. Fragrant managed to look ten times better with far less, he thought. Still there was no accounting for taste.
“She’s lovely.”
“Lovely! Lovely! She is a princess, the love of my life, my soul mate! But now she is gone and I will never see her again! Curse this loveless world,” cried the stallion collapsing in tears onto his desk.
Max looked around awkwardly, not sure what to do. “Um, chin up, I’m sure it’s not that bad.”
“It was perfect!” sniffed Mellow. “So romantic, our families had been feuding for so long but our eyes met over a banqueting table and I knew! I knew she was the one for me! We have been carrying on our liaisons in secret for months now. But the Gala! The Gala! was when we were going to reveal our love to the cruel cruel world, but alas her father found out and he has forbidden her from ever seeing me again. She’s so old fashioned, it’s so tragic!” he moaned.
“That... that’s too bad. You see, I’m here to talk to you about Duchess Posey’s cloud export bill.”
“I have no heart for work, it is shattered into a million pieces!”
Max gingerly patted the other stallion on the shoulder. “I know this might be hard on you, but your people need you. Equestria needs you.”
“No I cannot, I cannot work, I cannot vote in this state, I shall abstain until my heart heals, if ever!”
Max sighed, it wasn’t as bad as if he was voting against, but an abstention would reduce Fragrant’s support. He could understand that Mellow might be heartbroken over this, but not that he could abandon his responsibilities this way. “Look, maybe I can talk to Lady Confidant’s father about this maybe get him to change his mind?”
“You would?” said the weeping pegasus, looking up. “You would do that for me?”
“Well, I’ll try,” said Max unsurely.
“Oh, thank you! Thank you!” said Mellow, grabbing Max’s hoof and pumping it mercilessly. “I will be forever in your debt!”
“So if I can get Lady Confidant to go to the Gala with you, you’ll support Fragrant?”
“Of course, her proposal is clearly advantageous.”
Then why not just vote for it? wondered Max. “I’ll see what I can do, then,” said Max, standing from his chair.
“Yes, hopefully Count Kibitz will listen to you,” said Mellow.
***
“I have no wish to listen to you!” announced Count Kibitz. “There is no possible situation where I will let my foolish daughter have anything further to do with that... that... hammy fool Mellow Dramatic. His grandmother tried to have my father exiled, you know! Tried to make it look like he was collaborating with the Griffins!”
“I’m sorry about that, but...”
“I am sorry, but I have no further time for you. I have a meeting with Archduke Fisher in,” the unicorn brought out an intricate pocket watch, “thirteen minutes, and the route there will take at least nine and a half, probably longer given how crowded the corridors can be.”
For a moment Max felt like giving up; it seemed like he was one of the few sane ponies at court. Then he straightened his back. He was doing this for Fragrant. Sure, it might not matter if she got one more vote or note, but he had to prove to her that he had learnt her lessons, that he could function at court; it was very important he impress her... for some reason. “How about I walk with you?” he asked.
Kibitz sighed. “Very well! But hurry, I now only have twelve and a half minutes.”
“Thanks. Now, maybe his grandmother did something bad to your father, but what has Baron Dramatic done to you personally?”
“Apart from dating my daughter behind my back?” sniffed the Count.
“Well yes, I suppose so, but how does your daughter feel about this?”
“She... she seems to like the baron, for some reason. He’s probably tricking her in some way, she’s always been a fanciful girl, she gets that from her mother, very spontaneous.” He looked a little distant and a small smile spread across his moustached face, while several ponies had to swerve to avoid running into him. Then he shook himself. “But regardless she’s a good girl, now that I’ve forbidden it she’ll do what I told her, even if she’s not happy.”
“But if she and Mellow like each other, what's the harm in letting them spend the Gala together?”
“The harm! The harm! The Gala is hardly a small town dance, Baron Max. The whole court will be there, the Princess, the press. If even the smallest thing goes wrong, it will be all across Equestria within a day. If Mellow turns out to be the cad I know him to be, poor Confidant would be humiliated! I will not have that!”
“Look, I know Mellow.” Sort of. “He’s rather high strung but he’s a nice pony, he’s actually quite professional in his committee meetings, he knows all about road building and the like. I’ve never heard anything about him leading mares on, have you?”
“Well no, I suppose not... but this is my daughter, not just any mare. It’s my job to protect her, to look after her.” The older stallion looked unsure. “And this is not just her, this is our family honour! Nothing is more important!”
“Not even your daughter’s happiness?” asked Max.
“Well... maybe...” The unicorn sighed and checked his watch again before looking around. He opened a nearby door leading to an empty meeting room and gestured for Max to follow him.
“Look, maybe I will allow Confidant to go to the Gala with Baron Dramatic. She does seem rather taken with him. But there is something else that could impinge on my family’s honour.” He looked around nervously. “You know Countess Sharp Quill?” he whispered.
Max frowned. He had heard of her, she owned several widely circulating newspapers including Canterlot Nights. Fragrant had had quite a few not very flattering things to say about her in the past, but then his mentor seemed to hold something of a grudge against the press. However, he hadn’t really met her in person – maybe shook hooves at a party or event but not talked. “I’ve heard of her,” he said.
“Well she has intimated that she had uncovered a certain artefact that suggested a link between my own house and,” he glanced around again, “Corona!”
“Your family used to work for Corona?”
“Of course not! It’s preposterous!” he cried out. “Still, maybe, it was a long time ago, a lot has changed.”
“Would it be that important? Didn’t the Bluebloods use to work for Corona? Nopony blames them for it now.”
“That’s different, everypony knows their history and has for centuries, but if this were to come out now, then… well, it would look like I had been hiding it, it would be a scandal, I could be ruined! Ruined!”
Max tried to hide a smile. Maybe there was just a little similarity between Mellow and Kibitz. “So you want me to go to the Countess and get you this evidence? Then you’ll let Confidant go to the Gala with Mellow?” This seemed needlessly complicated.
“Yes, I suppose so, as long as he doesn’t hurt my filly.”
“Ok, you’ve got a deal!”
***
Countess Quill’s office was certainly ‘different’; the walls were covered by various cuttings from her papers, many of them editorials penned by the Countess herself. As he had been told it would be a few minutes before the Countess could see him, he browsed the various clippings; they mostly seemed to be a collection of the various scandals affecting the court for the last several decades. It made him feel a little sad, really. Things couldn’t be that bad could they? Certainly these things had happened and he’d seen other flaws in the system, but where were details of the grant to help build another orphanage in Fillydelphia? Or the aid given to the communities affected by the Longest Day? All the good the court did? This all seemed very negative.
Glancing down, he noticed an article on his actions during the avalanche in Innsbuck. Did Happy Snapper work for the countess? He traced his gaze along the wall and noticed a picture of a teary eyed pegasus mare trying to hide her face from the camera; a thin unicorn stallion was trying to shield her as well. He looked closer. Was that Fragrant? She looked younger...
“Ah, Baron Max, I’m sorry for keeping you waiting,” came a voice drawing Max’s attention from the picture. He looked around to see a middle aged earth pony mare in an immaculate purple suit. Her coat was orange and her blue and white mane was carefully done up in a bun. “What is it I can do for you?”
“Oh, I’m here on an errand from Count Kibitz.” His eyes tried to slide back to the picture of Fragrant, but he forced himself to stay on target.
“Count Kibitz? Interesting, would this happen to be anything to do with a certain historical artifact I have recently purchased?” She smiled broadly.
“Um, he thinks that it might show his family in the, well, wrong light.”
“Really? And don’t you think the population have a right to know the family history of their rulers?”
Max frowned. He hadn’t really thought about it that way, but it was a long time ago. “Maybe, but we’re talking about a thousand years ago. What difference would it make now?”
“Hum, well, maybe we should let the people decide? Unless maybe you can give me something else? You’re close to Duchess Posey, aren't you?”
Max wasn’t sure what she meant by that. “I’m her squire at the moment,” he said cautiously.
“She is somewhat difficult to get an interview with. Occasionally on matters of the weather ministry, but not on more personal matters, not for a long time now. Do you think you could arrange something for me, Baron Max?”
Max blinked. Fragrant valued her privacy very highly and really didn’t like the press; she would never agree to that. “I don’t think that would be possible, I could give you an interview though.”
“About the duchess?”
“About myself,” said Max sharply.
“A shame. Unfortunately most of my readership won't even have heard of you, baron. You’re not exactly an A-lister, are you?”
“There isn’t anything else I can do for you?” he asked.
“No, it would be an interview with the duchess or nothing. Well, unless you can magic up a ticket to the Gala.” She laughed.
Max didn’t echo her humour. Even he knew that Gala tickets were precious; only one was given to each noble, and the extra tickets were sold for charity at exorbitant prices. They were then traded for even higher prices. With the Gala so close, even if somepony was willing to sell, well… he could probably sell all of Nulpar for less. “Nothing else? Nothing I could do for you?”
“No, I’m afraid not. Interview or nothing. I’m sorry, Baron Max, but that is my final offer.”
I’ve found it quite astonishing the number of rules the court has. I’m sure if you knew them all you could find some way to crown yourself princess.
An extract from ‘What I learned at court’, Baron Mounty Max’s report to Princess Luna Equestris Draft version
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“Halt!” cried a member of the Night Guard blocking the two mares’ way. “No unauthorised personnel may pass, by order of the princess herself!”
Fragrant looked aside as her ally. Jet Stream had set herself but Fragrant could tell she was still nervous by the twitching of her ears and tail. She would have to do with this quickly in case the marquis lost her nerve. “I have to deliver a report to her highness, one she commissioned herself. By the right of report I request access to the Princess!”
The guard’s eyes narrowed for a moment. Then she turned to Jet Stream. “Do you agree to this Marquis?” she asked.
For a moment Jet Stream paused and Fragrant was worried she was going to betray her. “Yes,” she said finally. “Yes, I agree with Duchess Posey in this matter and also invoke the right of report.”
“Very well,” said the guard, stepping back and letting one of her colleagues take her place. “Wait here.” She trotted over to another guard and the two talked quietly for a moment.
Fragrant swallowed painfully. There was a chance that Luna had left specific instructions to prevent what she was trying to do, in which case all of this was for nothing, but she had to at least try. “You could go now,” she said to Jet Stream. “You’ve done all you need to.”
“No… no, I want to see this through,” said her companion.
“We accept your right of report,” said the guard, trotting over to the two nobles. “Follow me, but keep quiet, our majesty is very busy at the moment.”
Nodding her understanding, Fragrant followed the guard with Jet Stream in tow. She led them into a large chamber. The air within seemed charged and Fragrant’s ears popped as if she had ascended to a great height. Within stood Princess Luna herself, surrounded by a dozen or more robed unicorn mages. Their horns glowing brightly, all seemed to be deeply concentrating on a large map of Equestria inscribed on the floor. A glowing orb, like a small sun, hovered above the image vibrating in place.
As the pegasus looked on in awe, the orb started to hesitantly move across the map, first towards the northwest and then starting to curve around towards the south. Suddenly one of the mages gave a groan as her horn began to flicker and she, almost in slow motion, started to tumble forwards. One of her colleagues stepped up to help her and suddenly the ball of fire popped out of existence.
Luna looked up at the dazed unicorn with a snarl of frustration before calming herself. “I think we could all do with a break, Lustrous. You need sleep. See if Grey Beard has recovered enough to try again.” The unicorns all nodded and turned to leave. As they did so the guard escorting Fragrant walked over to her mistress and whispered something to her. The alicorn of the night looked up sharply, narrowing her eyes at her guests. Fragrant had to steel herself to stop herself from running. Next to her, Jet Stream whimpered quietly.
Nodding to her guard, Luna trotted over to Fragrant. “You have something to deliver to me?” she asked with undisguised annoyance. Trying not to shake, Fragrant passed over the report and Luna snatched it from her with her aura before flicking through it. “This... This is what you disturbed me with?” she snarled. “A report on what Baron Mounty Max has learnt? This was so important!”
“I needed to speak to you your Highness,” said Fragrant, sounding much more composed that she felt.
“Of course you did, everypony wants to talk to me. What do you want? My support on some petty matter? I thought better of you, duchess,” she spat. “Get out of my sight! We will have words when I am less busy.”
“Please!” cried Fragrant. “This is important!”
Something in her tone must have gotten through to the Princess as she locked gaze with Fragrant for a moment. Then she sighed. “Very well... what is it?”
Fragrant opened her mouth and began to tell the Princess of Night Light’s actions.
By the time she had finished, Luna had seemed to have collapsed in on herself, no longer towering over the nobles; instead she seemed little larger than a normal pony. “I see.” She sighed. “I thought I might have more time, that he was one of the better ones,” she mumbled. For a moment Fragrant caught her monarch’s gaze and Luna’s eyes seemed so very old and tired, seemingly at odds with her youthful appearance. “Guard!” she called. “Bring me a dri...” she began.
“Your highness!” exclaimed the guard.
“I mean, bring me Viceroy Night Light, now! And let nothing stop you!”
“Your highness!” said the guard again and saluted before rushing from the chamber.
“Thank you, both of you,” noted Luna, “For bringing this matter to my attention. I am glad to see that there are still some honest members of the court. We will speak again when I have time.” She gave a brief nod to each of her guests before turning away.
Most importantly, Max needs somepony to tell him when he’s gone too far – somepony to aim him in the right direction.
An extract from ‘A report on Baron Mounty Max’s education’, Duchess Fragrant Posey’s report to Princess Luna Equestris
***
Feeling dejected, Max made his way back towards his office. He had a committee meeting shortly and he wanted to get prepared; it was the last before the court shut for the summer and he wanted to make sure everything was dealt with on time. It didn’t feel right to not be able to tick off all the names of Fragrant’s list, but Countess Quill seemed adamant. Maybe he could go back to Kibitz or Mellow and see if they would change their mind? Mellow usually made sense if you could catch him on a calmer moment.
He turned the corner and found the doorway to his office blocked by a large furry shape. He blinked at the brown shaggy form for a moment before it twisted and a large horned head revealed itself. “I beg your pardon,” said the buffalo in perfect equestrian. “You are Baron Max?”
“Er, yes?” said Max, looking up at the hulking shape.
“I’m Small Hoof, I’ve just been talking to your assistant and she’s been very helpful.”
“You’re welcome, dearie,” came Mrs G’s muffled voice from the office.
“Oh that’s good. Is there anything I can do for you?”
“No, she’s been very helpful. This,” he held out a hoof with a piece of parchment attached, “Should be all I need.” Max recognised the ‘guide to Canterlot’ he and Mrs G had put together. It was amazing how many goats, donkeys, griffins and the like found it difficult to settle into the city; the guide gave them some information on possible housing, jobs and the like. It was strange how they kept coming to him about it, though. Most nobles occasionally got visitors from their home provinces, but given Nulpar’s size and distance he didn’t; instead he seemed to get members of various minority species. Still, it was nice to be able to help.
He stepped back, and the buffalo squeezed its way out of the office before carefully making his way down the corridor. Max gazed after him for a moment before entering his office.
“What did he want?” he asked.
“Oh, him and his parents have been part of a travelling show. Now that he’s all grown up he fancies settling down. He’s looking into living in Canterlot so I talked him through a few things,” said Mrs G.
“Interesting,” said Max, looking at his list again. What could he do?
“Things not going well, dearie?”
With a sigh, Max pulled up a spare chair and told Mrs G about his quests.
“And now Quill wants me to get her an interview with Fragrant, or to get her a Gala ticket! Both of which are as likely as me being made part of the ministry of war!” He concluded.
Mrs G leaned back for a moment in thought. “You know, you do have a ticket to the Gala.”
Max blinked. She was right. “But that would mean I couldn’t go, that neither of us could go.” And he wouldn’t see Fragrant there.
“Well, to be honest, I wasn’t too keen on it. You see, there’s a servant’s only event at the same time; we all party and tell each other how much we hate our bosses. It seems much more my thing, really. Some of the pages have even organised a hoofball tournament tomorrow while all the bigwigs are still recovering. So I’ll be fine.”
Max considered. He supposed he didn’t really need to go – it was mostly just important ponies chatting about things he didn’t understand. It would be a shame to not see Fragrant there, but it would stop him doing anything stupid that would probably ruin their friendship. Besides, this was for her bill, for the betterment of Equestria; how could a party measure up to that?
Max is always willing to give of himself to help others; it is a good trait for a public servant. However, I sometimes feel he might give a little too much. He needs to learn restraint.
An extract from ‘A report on Baron Mounty Max’s education’, Duchess Fragrant Posey’s report to Princess Luna Equestris
***
“I have what you asked for,” announced Max as he once again entered Countess Quill’s office.
“Duchess Posey agreed to an interview? I am impressed, Baron Max. Maybe an interview with you would be worth it.”
“No, I have a ticket for the Gala!” He placed his own ticket, for one plus a guest, on the table.
“But I didn’t...” she looked down at it. “Well, actually, this just might do. One of my province’s weather ponies was involved in last month's storm near Manehattan. Quite the heroine apparently, saved an entire squad of her fellows. I think she could do with a reward.” She smiled. “And I think it would make a good story as well.”
“So you’ll give me whatever you have on Count Kibitz?”
“Of course, a deal is a deal, although it may not look like much.”
***
“This... this is it?” asked Kibitz, looking down at the small box Max had placed in front of him.
“Yes, this is the evidence the Countess found linking your house to Corona.”
“It must be hidden, destroyed immediately!” he announced. “But what is it?”
“Well, you might be a bit surprised.” Max opened the box to reveal a thin brittle piece of ancient wood with a few bristles sticking out from one end. On the back Corona’s seal could clearly be seen.
Kibitz stared at it in incomprehension for a moment. “I sent you to find evidence of a link between my house and the Tyrant Sun,” he exclaimed, “and you brought me... brought me a hair brush?”
“Actually it does fit in. Look here.” He pointed at the very bottom of the handle. Kibitz put on a pair of glasses and peered at where Max’s hoof was.
“It’s... it’s the symbol of my house, the metaphorical shears of truth we use to advise the princess against falsehood.”
“Well… apparently back then they were just scissors. Your house used to be the royal barbers. Well, according to Sharp.”
“Barbers!” gasped Kibitz. Then he gently lifted the ancient brush from its case. “You know, you’d think this would be a little more fireproof if it was used on Corona.”
“Anyway, I did what you asked. Can your daughter go to the gala with Mellow now?”
“I suppose so,” muttered Kibitz. “He doesn’t seem all that bad. Still, he better not get fresh, unless he wants to find out what it’s like to be a gelding!”
***
“He agreed!” squealed Mellow Dramatic, grasping Max in a hug. “Oh, thank you! Thank you! You don’t know what this means to me! Oh, I must prepare right away, this is going to be the best night ever!”
Max was glad to see the look of joy on his colleagues face; at least he’d managed to help somepony’s romantic ambitions. “Now, you’re going to vote for Fragrant’s Bill?”
“Oh, I don’t have the time for that now, my lady awaits!”
“Mellow!” growled Max in exasperation.
“Sorry!” He tried to collect himself. “Of course I will. We had a deal. I... I probably would have anyway.” He shrugged. “It wouldn’t have been the end of the world if Confidant couldn't have made the Gala, but thanks for your help anyway.”
Max gawped at Mellow for a moment. All that work and he probably would have voted for Fragrant anyway! He rubbed his face with a hoof. Still he’d made sure everypony on his list would support this teacher; that was something. Now he just had to tell Fragrant that it was done.
I need to follow Duchess Posey’s example and learn to hide my emotions better. I often find myself overwhelmed by her the excitement of being part of the ruling council of Equestria.
An extract from ‘What I learned at court’, Baron Mounty Max’s report to Princess Luna Equestris Draft version
***
“Aren't you nervous?” asked Max. “I’m nervous!”
Fragrant smiled at her companion. She had insisted he join her in her private box for the vote as a reward for securing Baron Dramatic’s vote. In reality, a single vote would do little if Night Light carried out his threat, but he had worked hard to get it. “It is only a single bill, Max, I have overseen dozens in my time at court.” She tried to sound relaxed while her guts were churning. This was an important matter, even beyond the importance of the bill itself to Cloudsdale. It would show her what Night Light planned to do. Rumours were circulating of the dressing down he had received from Luna, and although she doubted the Princess would have directly mentioned her, it probably wouldn’t be hard for him to find out who had told her about his plan.
They sat in silence for a few moments before the session formally started. To her mild surprise, the Princess's box was open and occupied; Luna looked down on her court scowling imperiously. The rest of the court was packed; it looked like almost all of the two hundred and forty three nobles that made up the court would be present. By her earlier calculations, her bill should pass by a reasonable margin, but Night Light could well complicate the matter. If all of his supporters voted against her, she would be crushed. It wouldn’t require that big a swing for her to lose.
The opening ceremony of the court crawled past, but it was soon time for her to give the final explanation of her bill. The room’s magical light was centred on her as she stood to give her speech. For a moment she felt like a filly again, alone and naked in a room full of strangers, and all of her carefully prepared arguments fled from her mind. Then she felt something brush her hoof. She turned to see Max gripping her arm and giving her a reassuring grin. Energy and confidence seemed to rush into her, and she stood straight and looked down at the court below her before starting her speech.
Once that was concluded, it was traditional for the court to ask the princess her opinion on the matter, if she was present. She rarely deemed to speak, but on this occasion – to Fragrant’s surprise – Luna actually said a few words in support of her bill, praising the technological achievements that made it possible and the employment opportunities it offered. Below, there was much hushed whispering among the lower ranks of the court. From above, Night Light glared down on her.
The voting sergeant had to call for order twice before the chamber finally quietened and voting could start. As the most junior court member, it was Max’s responsibility to vote first. He stood in the box and turned to the court. “I vote in support of Duchess Posey’s bill,” he announced before turning back towards Fragrant.
Voting continued as she expected among the first dozen or so barons before the first upset. “I vote against the bill,” said Baron Starborn, glancing between the Princess and the Viceroy. Fragrant swore under her breath. She was sure she had obtained his support; his sub province had many lakes and its position near the border would make additional cloud export very profitable to him. Night Light must have gotten to him.
The next surprise was more pleasant. “As the Princess suggests, I vote for the bill,” said Baronet Slimeball. She had been sure he would vote against.
As more and more votes were cast, the totals swung this way and that. This was going to be close. 12 For, 16 Against; 32 For, 20 Against; 56 vs 67, 92 vs 105, 125 vs 115. She had won, she realised! Only the viceroys were left to vote and she was already ten votes ahead; only a formality remained. For a moment she felt like jumping for joy, then her sense of propriety stopped her.
“I jolly well vote for the bill!” announced Wallflower with a smile.
“I vote for the bill,” noted Puissance, sounding almost bored.
All that remained was Night Light. Would he accept defeat gracefully? thought Fragrant. The blue stallion stood and looked down on the court for a moment before glaring at Fragrant. “I vote against the bill!” he intoned.
Fragrant’s heart fell. Regardless of what Luna had said to him, it was clear that Night Light did not forgive her for what she had done. That could be bad, very bad, she thought.
“We won! You won!” cried Max leaping to his hooves and embracing Fragrant in a crushing hug. Suddenly everything seemed so much better, she thought as she rested her head on his neck for a moment.
Dear Princess Luna
Would it be really that bad if I told Fragrance how much I cared for her?
Max
An extract from ‘What I learned at court’, Baron Mounty Max’s report to Princess Luna Equestris Draft version
***
She still felt buoyant an hour or so later. The court’s other business had concluded quickly, and the court had been closed for the summer. Business would still continue as normal, of course, but most of the courtiers would return to their provinces over the next few weeks. She had returned to her quarters and Max was due to arrive soon to discuss the events of the day. To be honest, she already knew most of what had occurred. Maybe they could go over his proposed road building bill again? Or just talk for a few hours, she thought.
Humming gently to herself, Fragrant approached a clothing bag hanging in her wardrobe. She unzipped it and revealed the black and white dress within. It was the finalised dress she had ordered from Suri and Coco and they had not disappointed. Luckily they had thrown out many of her suggestions, and had produced a more traditional dress with a black underskirt and a white outer layer with small copies of her cutie mark carefully stitched into it. The bodice was flattering but not tight enough to be uncomfortable. Overall she was very pleased with it. The only downside was that it was clearly designed by an earth pony; she doubted she would find it easy to fly in. Still, she should probably keep her feet on the ground for the Gala anyway. She laid it out over a chair when there was a knock at the door.
“Come in!” she called. As expected, Max entered.
“Congratulations on the vote!” he said.
“You have already congratulated me enough, you know,” she said. “But thank you anyway.”
“I brought some wine. I thought you might feel like celebrating.” He held out a bottle a little bashfully and she took it. It wasn’t exactly the best vintage, but it would certainly be palatable.
“Thank you.” She wandered over to her room’s small kitchen to get some glasses.
“Um, nice dress.”
“It was made by the Manehattan young fashion designer of the year winner,” she said. “I will be wearing it to the Gala tomorrow.”
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll look great in it,” said Max, his ears drooping a little.
“I’m sure you can...” Oh, she thought, he’d given away his ticket to help her. Could she, should she offer...? Did Thunderous really need to hobnob again this year? she wondered. He could take Edelweiss somewhere nice instead. Normally she wouldn’t take such a risk, couldn’t take such a risk, but today she’d won a vote, risked her career to do something right and made a powerful enemy, today was a day for bold action and if she delayed things might change again, or she might chicken out. After all, young pegasus were told sometimes that to fly you first had to jump! “Max...” She tried to keep a little waver from her voice. “Would you like to go to the Gala, with me? As my... as my escort?”
“Your escort?” he asked, sounding unsure, and for a moment her heart leapt up into her throat. He was going to say no!
“As a reward for your hard work.” Liar, she thought. “You’ve really come on in the last few months – you could never have arranged those votes when you first arrived at court!” It seemed to be roasting in her quarters all of a sudden; she could feel sweat starting to leak down her face.
“I would love to!” cried Max. It took all of Fragrant’s self-control not to leap across to him at that moment, a wide smile split across her face.
“Excellent!” she said, passing Max a glass of wine. “To u... to the Gala,” she toasted.
Humming quietly to herself, Fragrant admired her reflection in the mirror. Yes, she was very pleased with the dress that had been made for her. The black underskirt gripped her comfortingly tight and was short enough not to trip her or snag, while the looser outer layer was made in traditional Cloudsdale style, and the colour, white, highlighted her mane. The careful embroidering of her cutie mark on it was exquisite. Her mother’s locket hung from her neck, highlighted by the dress’ low neckline. Her mane was piled high on top of her head, apart from a few strands carefully positioned to shade her face; it had taken almost all afternoon for her hairdresser to get it perfect. Under it all, where no one could see, she wore black and white striped socks on her rear legs. She wasn’t normally so adventurous, but they made her feel more confident. This look should draw some jealous glances from her fellow nobles and maybe even a few desirous ones – not that she was interesting in things like that. She stretched a little and winced. The only problem with the ensemble was that it was rather tight and restraining around her wings. Still, she had certainly worn worse before.
Slowly trotting in a circle, she examined herself critically from all angles. Yes, she would certainly not be the most ornately dressed mare at the Gala, but she felt she looked her best. It had been many years since she’d made more than a cursory effort for the transitional ball at the end of the court's season. For the first time in... well, in a very long time indeed, she actually had somepony she wanted to impress, or at least she thought she had. She’d invited Max to come as her escort; she hoped he knew what that meant. To be honest, she wasn’t sure she knew herself. It was not unusual to invite guests of a non-romantic nature to the Gala – she had brought her own brother on several occasions – so the gesture did not actually mean anything... only, it did to her, maybe. The gesture had been a spur of the moment, the cap to an emotional rollercoaster of a day; she hadn’t been thinking quite straight.
She liked Mounty Max, there was no doubt of that. She found him interesting, and his simple and straightforward attitude was refreshing. Not to mention he was charming, honest, and moral. Plus his build, muscular – but not overly so; toned, hard, with just an edge of softness, to make it comfortable and to show he wouldn’t hurt her – was really quite easy on the eyes. She wondered what it would feel like to have that body pressed against her own, weighing her down, constricting while covering, protecting her... She shook herself, a frown creasing her brow. Where had that come from? Her tail twitched animatedly; she was still several weeks from her annual heat, unless she was early this year...
Anyway, enough of thinking that way. Yes, she liked Max, found him attractive, and she knew he felt the same way about her; he was not that subtle a pony. But should she proceed with the relationship? They were both busy ponies, courtiers, but others in the same situation still found time for relationships. They were no longer teacher and pupil, so there was no issue there. Still, it had been a long time since she... since there had been another in her life, and that still hurt even now and she couldn’t risk... wouldn’t risk that again.
Her ears pricked as she heard the faint jangle of a bell from the house’s upper entrance. She waited for a moment, then remembered that she had given most of the staff the day off. The end of the court’s year was almost a public holiday in Canterlot, so she had rewarded her servants accordingly. Wincing a little, she spread her wings – yes, the dress did indeed pinch – and flew towards the large shaft built in the centre of the house to allow easy transit between floors. She headed towards the roof, enjoying the feel of the sunlight filtering through the skylight on her body; working for the night court, she only got to see it during the summer. She reached the door set in the top of the house for flying visitors and pulled it open. “Good after...” she began before the large shape behind the door surged forwards and enveloped her, threatening to crush the life from her frailer form.
“Th... Thunderous,” she stuttered, recognising the other pony as her brother.
“Smelly!” he replied, loosening his grip slightly. “How are you?”
“The better for seeing you.” She nuzzled against him. “Didn’t you get my letter?” She had written to him yesterday to inform him he could not attend the Gala with her this year.
“Yes, but I’d already cleared my schedule so I thought me and Edelweiss might as well come along to drop off Forming. Even if we can’t go to the Gala, I’m sure we can spend some time together around town.”
After enjoying her brother’s hug for another few seconds, she broke away and turned to her sister-in-law, Edelweiss, and embraced the pale green-coated mare in turn. “It’s been too long.”
“We should vizit more often,” agreed Edelweiss in her lightly accented Equestrian, gently nuzzling the duchess to avoid messing up the latter’s styled mane. The former model was from Pferdreich, and had been friends with Fragrant for some time even before marrying her brother.
Pulling back, Fragrant turned to the third member of her family present, her niece Forming. She was sure the filly... no, mare now, had grown in the few months since she had last seen her; she had taken after her father and was taller and broader than many stallions. That, and her lime green coat and pink and white striped mane, made sure she would stand out in most crowds.
“Hi auntie.” Forming grinned before stepping forwards to hug the older mare.
“It’s good to see you, dear,” said Fragrant, luxuriating in the feeling of being surrounded by her family. It felt like a weight off her back; they were some of the few ponies she felt truly comfortable with.
“I made you a present,” said Forming, carefully producing a small cloud sculpture and passing it to her aunt. Fragrant examined it; it showed the whole family, herself, Thunderous, Edelweiss, Forming and Dangerous. Even Fluttering was present, standing tucked between her younger siblings. The work was exquisite.
“Oh thank you, it’s gorgeous. Did you make it at university?”
“Yes, it was for one of my projects.” She beamed with pride. “The professor wanted to put it on display, but I thought you’d like it more.”
Fragrant smiled back. Her niece had always been artistically talented, as her mark indicated; although her father had talked her into majoring in clouditecture, she had insisted in also taking art classes. Thundering could be rather controlling of his children’s lives sometimes. “I’ll treasure it. Where’s Dangerous?” She looked around. “Couldn’t he make it?”
“He’s off wiz his friends, probably dragon baiting or something,” said Edelweiss with a shudder.
“He’s tornado riding, and you know he’ll be safe. He’s never found a challenge he couldn’t overcome,” said Thunderous, his eyes sparkling with paternal pride.
Edelweiss looked like she was going to argue for a moment, then relaxed and nodded.
“Thank you for letting me be your proxy for the summer, auntie,” said Forming, stepping forwards and trying to defuse the tension between her parents.
“That’s all right, dear, but don’t worry; I’m going to stay here for a few weeks to make sure you settle in, and you’ll have the best staff possible to help you,” said Fragrant, a little anxiously. “Anyway, you must all stay here while you’re in town, I insist, I’ve got plenty of room.” She gestured around the estate; it did often feel rather empty with just her and the servants.
“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” said Thunderous.
“Your rooms are this way.” She gestured down towards the lower levels and the whole family swooped down.
“Are you sure she’s ready for this?” whispered Fragrant to her brother. “You know what being my proxy did to Fluttering. I can have Notebook stand in for me while she observes again.”
“No. She’ll be finishing university soon; if she’s to succeed you at court, she needs more practical experience. Besides, you know how dead court normally is during summer. Forming isn’t Fluttering; she’s stronger, she can take it.”
Fragrant frowned. Her brother’s argument made sense, but she was still worried. Spending time at court had been a big contributing factor in her eldest niece’s breakdown; she couldn’t bear to hurt another member of her family.
“Anyway, who is it you’re taking to the Gala this year, now that I’m not good enough for you? You haven't been talking to Rising Star behind my back, have you?”
Fragrant shuddered a little; her brother had long been trying to fix her up with his best friend. Rising was a nice enough stallion, she supposed, but frankly she found his constant chatter on weather matters boring. “No, I am taking a colleague this year.”
“A colleague? Would it happen to be that Baron Max chap you’ve had so much to say about in your letters?” He raised an eyebrow.
Fragrant struggled to prevent a blush from spreading across her face. “Yes, the baron will be escorting me.”
“Just escorting? Nothing more?”
“He is a colleague, and a friend.” She didn’t feel she was ready to tell Thunderous anything more, yet; she wasn’t sure exactly what she wanted to do herself. Plus he would be teasing her for ever about it, and she’d had to find out about him and Edelweiss from a mutual friend, so there!
“Well, you’ve certainly put some effort into your look for your friend.” He grinned and gestured at her outfit. “Rather more than when I was escorting you.”
Now there was no hope of stopping her face from glowing. “I... I just felt like looking my best this year,” she stuttered. “Anyway,” she turned away, “Look at the time, I better get you settled in so I’m not late.”
Thunderous chuckled as his sister rushed away.
Whistling to himself, Max examined himself in his mirror. He had considered getting himself a new outfit for the Gala, but he still really liked the red suit he’d bought during his first day in Canterlot. He thought it make him look dynamic, heroic, a stallion of action. Glancing around for a moment to make sure he was alone, he reared up and struck a pose. “Looking good, Mounty,” he muttered. “Looking real good!”
“Stop doing that thing in front of the mirror,” came Mrs G’s voice from downstairs. Max dropped guiltily back onto all fours.
“Sorry, Mrs G,” he cried. How did she do that?
His assistant had asked if she could borrow his kitchen, to prepare some treats for the assistants’ party taking place at the same time as the gala. His was better equipped than hers, so he’d of course agreed and once again told her that she was free to move in with him if she wanted. But she still insisted she wanted her privacy.
Sighing slightly, he picked up his hat and carefully placed it on his head, twisting it from side to side until he looked his best. Right, now he was ready for his... whatever this was with Fragrant. She’d said he was invited as her escort, but what did that actually mean? He knew what it technically meant – he’d been Buttercup’s escort to the Jubilation – but he didn’t dream that this would end the same way. Well he had dreamt, several times, extremely vividly; that was part of the problem. From the first moment he’d met Fragrant he had been attracted to her – her glittering eyes, graceful gait, long legs – at first he’d taken it for simple lust, but as he’d spent more and more time with her he’d become even more entranced. She was smart, generous, kind, good, and so far out of his reach. She was a duchess, personal friends with a vicereine, and favoured by Luna, while he was the most junior member of the court, probably two hundred or so steps below her, who constantly messed up only for her to help him out. He’d tried to resign himself to never be more than a friend to her, but now this. Was she just being generous, or was there the possibility of something more?
He slumped onto his bed, crumpling his suit. Mrs G had already said he got things wrong when he thought about them too much, and this was running round and round his head. Should he treat this like a date and risk embarrassing himself and, more importantly, Fragrance? Or as a meeting between friends, and risk missing out? He just didn’t know. All he could do would be to hope that something came to him on the spur of the moment. Maybe she would give him some sign of her intentions. Alcohol might even help him work up the courage to say something.
Standing and straightening his suit again, Max made his way downstairs towards the kitchen, following the smell of Mrs G’s cooking. The old Nanny was standing next to the oven, several empty bowls lying around. Max considered himself a fair cook – enough to look after himself, anyway – but his assistant was an expert, in his opinion almost as good as his mother. He walked over to one of the bowls and peered inside. “What are you making?” he asked, dipping a hoof into the remains of the mixture.
“Kroop berry flapjacks,” announced Mrs G, slapping away his hoof. “Don’t, you’ll spoil your appetite.”
“Oooh, I always loved those,” exclaimed Max, licking at his hoof.
“It wasn’t easy to get the berries. Aren't you getting fed at the Gala?”
“You know it’s not the same. None of the food there will hold a candle to yours.”
“Flatterer. But you’re still not getting any.”
Looking dejected, Max was about to reply when there was a rapid knocking on the door. He frowned; he wasn’t expecting anypony.
“That’s probably for me. I agreed to meet up with a friend here,” said Mrs G.
“I’ll go let her in, then,” said Max, trotting over to the door. He swung it open and was surprised to see an agitated-looking Buttercup Fields. “Buttercup, what...?”
“Max, I need your help!” she said, her tail flicking agitatedly.
“What is it? Is it your father?”
“No, no, he’s fine, he’s still asleep, I hope. I just need your help with something.”
Max paused. “What is this about? I don’t have much time, I need to go and...”
“Max, please! This is urgent!” she insisted.
Max examined her for a moment. She seemed genuine. “Ok, what’s up?”
“I can’t talk here. Come with me!” She grabbed his hoof and began to pull him out the door.
“Make sure she doesn’t make you late for your date with Fragrance,” called Mrs Grobnar with a little venom in her voice as her boss was dragged away. Muttering to herself, she put on a mouth guard and opened the oven, revealing a freshly baked tray of flapjacks. She inhaled deeply; they smelt properly cooked. She was just moving them to a cooling rack when there was a knock on the door.
She spat out the mouth guard. “Come in!” she called.
A white-coated and maned mare quietly trotted into the room, clad in a simple little black dress and her mane flowing down her back. “Are you ready?” she asked.
“Give me a few minutes for these to cool, and we can go. You’ve got the booze?”
The mare nodded, indicating her saddlebags packed with bottles. “Yes.”
“I thought your miaghstir wanted you to go to the gala with him?”
“I told him I was washing my mane,” said Notary. “I’m sure he can last one night without me without a fight with the Viceroys or something.”
Buttercup quickly led Max through the streets of Canterlot towards her home. She continued to avoid his attempts to find out what was happening. Soon they were standing in front of the Fields’ residence; it was only a little larger than Max’s house, but in a rather more prestigious part of the city. It was walled off and surrounded by a fairly large garden, full of a dazzling array of flowers. Buttercup rushed to the door and pulled Max into the house, hurriedly shutting it again behind them.
The young mare quickly but, Max thought, stealthily, made her way through the house to one of the sitting rooms. There, slumped over a table, was the unmoving body of pale green unicorn stallion with a slicked back grey mane.
Max gasped. “Buttercup! What... who... what did you do?”
“He came around while father was napping, he knew, he knew what I did for father, he tried to proposition me, said he’d tell the guard, the princess, unless I... I let him do things to me.” She shuddered in revulsion. “I had to stop him, I couldn’t let anypony know, so I played along. I got him a bottle of wine and while his back was turned I... I...”
The ‘corpse’ let out a grunt and fell off the table, landing on the floor with a thud. It was quiet for moment, before letting out a nasal snore.
“...I spiked the drink with a sleeping draft!”
“Oh!” muttered Max, his heart rate starting to return to normal. Had he really been ready to accept that Buttercup could have killed somepony? Still, to think she drugged him; he didn’t know she had that in her.
“I need you to help me, help me get him out of here before dad wakes up.”
“Shouldn’t we tell the guard? He tried to blackmail you, tried to get you to...” He didn’t want to finish the sentence.
“No, we can’t risk him telling anypony, dad would be so ashamed of me.”
Max eyed the stallion on the floor. “What are we going to do with him, then?”
“I know where he lives, we can just drop him off there, he should sleep all night.”
“You know where he lives? Who is he?” Max looked back and forth between Buttercup and the unconscious stallion.
“He’s called Dirt Digger, he... he trades in secrets, at court. He’s tried to, well, ask me out before, we met at some function or other, but I told him no, he... he’s repulsive. He didn’t take no for an answer, he’s came round a few times, father threatened to beat him once, he said he’d find something to change my mind.” She paced back and forth nervously.
“Buttercup, we have to tell the guard about all this. What if he’s like this with other mares? We have to stop him.”
“Pretty,” mumbled Dirt from the floor, his tongue lolling out of his mouth.
“Please, just for tonight, we can sort out what to do with him tomorrow. Please help me, Max. Dad will be waking up soon, he can’t find Dirt here.” She looked up at Max, eyes wide and glittering with unshed tears. He felt his resolve rapidly dwindling.
“Ok, I’ll help, but we have to do something about this.” Tomorrow, he resolved to tell the guard. Maybe he could keep Buttercup’s name out of it all somehow. He walked over to the limp form on the floor and tried to wrestle it onto his back.
“Party all night long,” mumbled Dirt as he started to slip off of Max’s back. He slumped flank first back onto the ground. “Treat me so bad,” he continued.
Max kneeled, and together, he and Buttercup managed to lever Dirt into position on his back, more or less stable.
“Ok, lead on,” said Max, standing again.
The three of them made their way towards the lower levels of Canterlot, trying to avoid the main pathways and keeping to the shadows. The city was humming; the Gala was mainly for the court, but the city hosted many other parties celebrating the midsummer. Ponies making their last minute preparations ran here and there.
They finally made their way to Dirt’s residence, a mid-sized house on the sixth level of the city, tucked away down a dark alley.
“It’s locked,” noted Max, pushing the door gently. “How do we get in?”
“I don’t know,” mumbled Buttercup, looking nervously down the path. A guard was approaching them from the main thoroughfare, although he didn’t seem to have noticed them yet. She took Dirt’s head in her hooves and slapped him gently.
“Huh... wha’...” he snorted. “Wha’ happen...”
“We spent the night together,” she explained, trying to keep the disgust out of her voice.
“Was I good?” he asked, eyes crossing.
“You were.” She shuddered. “Amazing, but now you’re tired out.”
“Yeah... tired, so... tired.” His eyes started to droop closed again.
“Wait! Wait, you want to get home first, to get to bed, with... with me.”
“Yeah, bed, home.”
“But you need to open the door to get to bed, can you do that? Can you open the door? I’d be so grateful.”
“Open door,” he slurred, and his horn glowed intermittently for a second. There was a click from the door and it swung open.
“Our friend started celebrating a bit early, officer,” offered Max, trying to sound sincere as the guard trotted past. He halted for a moment, looking at the three of them, but then nodded and carried on as Max and Buttercup carried Dirt into the building.
The room behind was a dump; it didn’t look like the house’s owner had cleaned in weeks. Bits of uneaten and often mouldy food were scattered around. Here and there were pictures and bits of parchment nailed to the wall. Max unceremoniously dropped Dirt onto a settee. His head landed part in a bowl of what might have been soup a few weeks ago.
Max and Buttercup quickly left, closing the door behind them.
“Thank you,” said Buttercup. “I couldn’t have done that by myself.”
“I think you might be more capable that you think, but we do need to do something about him.”
“Tomorrow, we can do it tomorrow. Now I need to get back, before father misses me.”
Max looked up, the sun was low in the sky. “I need to get to Fragrant’s place, she’s expecting me.”
“You’re going to the gala with Duchess Posey?” asked Buttercup, paling slightly.
“Yes, she asked me to be her escort.”
“Oh, well, good luck, I’m... I’m sure you’ll be very happy together. Oh, I really must be off.” She quickly turned and started to gallop off towards her home.
Oh, thought Max. She probably wasn’t over him, then. He wished things had ended better between them, but after what she’d asked of him, he couldn’t. He sighed and kicked at the pavement. Why did things have to get so complicated? He should probably get out of here before anything else came up; he didn’t want to be too late.
Fragrant checked the clock again and sighed. Right on time was the only time you could guarantee Max wouldn’t be about; either he would turn up early because he couldn’t wait, or late because he got caught up in something else. It should be annoying, but she found it endearing. Still, it would not do to be too late to the Gala. She had a sky chariot wanting to take them; the journey would only be a few minutes, but her position meant she was expected to arrive in style. Glancing out the window, she saw Max galloping towards her estate. Ah, good. She trotted towards the ground level entrance to the house both a spring in her step and a block of ice in her gut. Steeling herself she opened the door just as Max was going to know.
“Baron Mounty Max, you are late,” she said a little reproachfully.
“Oh, um, sorry I get caught up in a few things,” he smiled bashfully.
How could she be angry with that face? “Well you are here now, I think we should...” She was interrupted as another pony rushed up behind Max. Buttercup! What was she doing here? A spear of jealousy stabbed into Fragrant. “Lady Fields, I was not expecting to see you here, with Max,” she said icily. “I believed that he was going to be my escort to the Gala.” At the back of her head, a primitive cave pony part of her was chanting mine, mine, mine.
“I brought him something,” mumbled Buttercup.
“What?” demanded Fragrant poorly hiding her ire.
The younger mare held up a construction of purple flowers, the stems carefully knitted together into a band. "From my fathers garden."
“Asters?” said Max, taking the flowers. "But these..."
Buttercup elbowed Max, the physical contact caused Fragrant to seethe a little more, then pointed to the pegasus.
“Oh right, Asters! there’s a tradition back in Nulpar that you present them to your... your good friends before you go out.”
Buttercup looked at him sharply for a moment. “Max asked me to bring them to him because my talent is arranging things to look their best, including flowers.” She indicated the vase of yellow flowers on her flank.
“Oh!” said Fragrant. The bottom seemed to drop out of her mind and all her mixed emotions poured away, leaving a feeling of embarrassment. Even the cave pony shuffled off back to her cave. Max gently lifted one of her forelegs and worked the ring of stems up it, leaving tingling sensations wherever his hooves touched. “Thank you, both of you. They are lovely!” said abruptly as she sniffed the flowers; they did smell nice. “However, we will have to be off, we do not want to be late.” She spun on her heels and marched towards the house, “Come along, Max!”
The flight to the castle was short and silent. Fragrant seemed to be avoiding looking at him, noted Max. She seemed to be jealous of Buttercup. It was both an intriguing and worrying idea, thought Max as they gently touched down outside the castle’s courtyard. It would mean that she might feel something for him, but also that he might have already messed things up.
Apparent there had been some sort of last minute change; the Gala was to be held out in the courtyard, rather than in the grand hall. Something about an influx of new guests? He didn’t entirely understand it, though Fragrant could probably explain. Still, it seemed a good idea to him; the hall would be rather stuffy, and it was warm enough to hold the whole thing outside under the Princess’ moon. He quickly hopped out of the chariot once it parked itself around so many others, and offered Fragrant his hoof to help dismount. She looked unsure for a moment, then accepted his help and stepped regally from the vehicle. Around them, a horde of ponies were gathered; commoners held back by a line of guards, members of press and nobles alike, were all in attendance. A long queue of courtiers and other important ponies stretched toward the closed gates leading to the courtyard. Whether by luck or some sort of planning, he and Fragrant ended up amongst the higher nobility as they joined the line. Vicereine Puissance herself was standing only a few body lengths away, and Archduke Fisher and Duke Greengrass were close as well.
The whole thing seemed to have a carnival atmosphere, and some of the guests were even singing as they waited for the event to start. Max felt a little out of sorts; he didn’t really feel like he belonged here. Around them nobles cavorted, sang and in some cases even started on their drinks. To Max, it seemed like many were trying too hard; there was a certain tension in the air. He was about to ask Fragrance if something was wrong, when a young blue-coated unicorn mare strode past, acting as if she owned the castle. She would stop every so often to say a few words to one noble or another, and not usually complementary ones – to Max’s astonishment, she accused Fisher of being fat before trotting over to Fragrant.
“Duchess Posey, you look well. I trust no accusations are forthcoming this time?”
Fragrant opened her mouth to speak, but the mare was already gone, on to her next victim.
“Who was that? What was that about?” asked Max.
Fragrant sighed and rubbed her head. “That was Trixie Lulamoon, representative of Ponyville, student of her highness and...”
“The element of magic!” gasped Max, craning his neck out to see her again. Ahead of them, the gates to the courtyard started to open. “I thought she’d be older, and maybe taller. What was she talking about?”
“There was a misunderstanding,” explained Fragrant. “I accused her of carrying out a vendetta against my niece, but I was wrong. I suppose I really should apologize properly some when.” She turned to Max, looking a little nervous. “You're happy to be here, aren't you? Here with me? You wouldn’t rather spend time with somepony else, say Buttercup?”
Max’s brow furrowed. What was she...? Was she really jealous? “No, of course not,” he said entirely truthfully. “There is nopony I would rather be with right now. This sort of bash might not really be my thing, but I’m sure we’ll have a wonderful time.”
Fragrant looked relieved. “Good, that’s very good to hear.” Max held out a hoof and Fragrant wrapped her own around it as two of them marched through the gates of the courtyard.
Max gasped as he looked around. The interior of the courtyard had been radically restyled in the last few hours. Instead of sky above them, there was a glistening ceiling rising into the sky, glittering with a thousand star-like lights. Walls rose all around them; several levels and balconies had been formed around them, creating a structure large enough to hold the hundreds of ponies due to arrive. The whole construction was made, not of stone or brick or wood, but of ice. Max tapped the floor with his hoof; it seemed sold and not actually cold or slippery. He assumed it was all a fantastic work of magic. “An ice palace,” he said, turning around on the stop to try and take in the whole structure.
Next to him, Fragrant made a better job of suppressing her wonder. “I hope this one lasts longer than the last,” she muttered.
“What was that?” asked Max.
“I’ll tell you later. Come on, we’re blocking the doorway.” It wasn’t true – the doorway was wide enough that a dozen or more ponies could pass at a time – but still they made their way into the space beyond. They were quickly stopped by a herald who officially announced them. Max was surprised by the number of titles Fragrant seemed to hold, it took several minutes for the herald to go through them all; his own ‘baron of Nulpar’ seemed rather pathetic by comparison to ‘heir to the pegasus empire’. Still, nopony seemed to pay much attention and the two of them trotted into the palace still arm in arm.
He noticed Baron Mellow Dramatic prance by, head high and a wing resting on the back of a short chubby unicorn mare in a flowery dress. He and Lady Confidant really did make a nice couple, thought Max. Glancing aside, he noticed Count Kibitz and his wife following the younger couple quite closely. The count still looked rather suspicious of Mellow. Max hoped everything would work out.
“Would you like a drink?” he asked Fragrant, noting the swarm of servants swirling around the room delivering glasses to the guests.
Fragrant considered. “A fruit juice, please. I find it best to keep a clear head at events such as these. There will be enough pictures of inebriated nobles in the papers tomorrow as it is.” She nodded towards the few members of the press present.
Max flagged down a passing waiter and ordered Fragrant’s drink. He asked for a mead for himself but got a blank look. Sighing, he changed his order to a cider. Fragrant’s suggestion sounded good, but he felt that a little alcohol might help with what he thought he might ask Fragrant about later, maybe.
Swinging his gaze around the room, Max noted a large group of ponies, maybe two hundred, gathered on the far side of the hall. Although clearly dressed in their finest, they mostly looked a little shabby compared to the nobility who were keeping their distance from them. “Who are they?” asked Max.
Fragrant looked just as confused as he did and opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, the great double doors at the back of the hall opened and a large white unicorn stallion in a red blue and silver dress uniform marched in: the captain of the guard.
“Lords and Ladies,” he bellowed. The room quickly dropped into silence. “Mares and gentlecolts: Her Majesty, Princess Luna Equestris!”
The room broke into a loud round of applause as the alicorn of the night trotted out. However, it quickly faltered, then stopped entirely. Max looked around, trying to figure out what was wrong. The princess was wearing less than he’d ever seen on her before: her peytral and shoes were missing, her body covered by a plain blue cloak. The only mark of her rank was her crown. Her regalia did look a little uncomfortable to Max; maybe the gala was the one time she got to let her hair down, so to speak.
Luna stood in silence for a moment, then closed her eyes and her starfield-like mane and tail slowly faded to a braid of light azure tied with a black ribbon.
Max hadn't known she could do that. He guessed she really was letting her hair down.
Stretching out one long wing, the princess indicated the courtiers. “Lords and ladies,” she intoned, before stretching out her other wing towards the other guests. “Mares and gentlecolts. All those in attendance tonight – I welcome you now to the Grand Galloping Gala.”
There was a further round of applause, which the princess quickly cut off with a raised hoof. “Thirteen days ago,” she said gravely, “the town of Ponyville was attacked by a minion of the Tyrant Sun, who placed a magical, terrible curse upon the town that forced the good mares and stallions of Ponyville to destroy and lay waste to their own homes. This has been the most devastating act of Corona against Equestria since she escaped from the burning heart of the sun.” There was a gasp from several of the nobles, while the common folk all looked grim. “The curse was broken, but the damage remained. Ponyville looked to Canterlot for aid… and I am ashamed to say that the agencies of Canterlot, the ministries, the precautions, and the systems that I put in place to forestall or, failing that, recover from disaster, were found wanting.”
Max turned his eyes to Fragrant. She was looking extremely uncomfortable, shuffling her hooves and looking pale. He knew she was on one of the aid committees. Was this something she knew about?
“While the greatest failing lies at the hooves of the Royal Emergency Management Ministry,” Luna continued, “this crisis was not a secret one. It was made public immediately, the disaster and scale was known to each and every member of Canterlot’s elite. Yet nothing was done for ten days. Ten days of worry, of panic, of a betrayal of the trust and the faith that the common ponies of Equestria place within the hooves of its nobility, trust and faith that are given with certain basic expectations which were not met. Yes, it was the duty of the REMM to respond, and yes, it failed to perform that duty with the alacrity that I expect of it. But I consider it the duty of each and every noble, upon seeing the failings of the REMM, to step up, to organize a response, to do more than simply sit and watch as events unfold. That is nevertheless what happened. Worst of all, however, is the assumption that I made, that everything was working as it should have, an apparently foolish expectation that left the Crown as guilty of complacency as any in the Night Court.”
Max lowered his gaze. He had heard of some disaster in Ponyville, but had assumed somepony else was dealing with it. Luna was right; he could have helped in some small way. The town wasn’t far away; he could have lent a hoof in person. There was bound to have been something he could do.
“Citizens of Ponyville,” continued Luna, “the Night Court is ultimately an extension of me. Its faults are my faults. Its failure to bring aid to your town swiftly is my failure to do so – and all of this lies stacked atop my further failure to act when the Night Court did not. And so, for that failing, and from the bottom of my heart, I have invited as many citizens of your town here tonight as I was able, that I might beg your forgiveness.” With that the Princess, astonishingly, dropped to her knees and bowed towards the guests from Ponyville.
The room seemed to hold its breath for a moment before a mare with a brown coat and grey mane trotted from the group of Ponyvillians and approached the alicorn with only a little trepidation. “Princess,” she said, sounding a little nervous, “I don’t think there is anypony in Ponyville who thinks that what happened is your fault.”
“Perhaps not,” replied Luna. “But it is my responsibility.”
The spokesmare looked back at her townsfolk for a moment, to see they were all nodding vigorously. Then she turned back to Luna with a smile. “Your Majesty, we forgive you.”
The Princess looked relieved and nodded again “Thank-you,” she said, rising to her hooves. “Normally, the Gala is a night of excess and celebration. For the benefit of our Ponyvillian guests tonight, let it remain such – and, once the Gala has passed and the normal business of the Night Court resumes, let us hope that we all remember the ponies we serve, and who it is that we are held accountable to when we fail in our duties.”
Behind her, the band started up a slow sombre number but with a note of hope within it, played by a grey-coated cellist.
“That was... I didn’t know that was going to happen, did you?” asked Max. Fragrant still looked discombobulated, but seemed to be trying to pull herself together.
“I didn’t know what Luna had planned,” she said. “But,” she lowered her gaze, “I was partially responsible for the failure of the REMM, I... I did not do all I could have to speed things along.” For a moment she seemed like she was going to say more, but she kept silent.
“Well I’m sure they all understand,” he said, gesturing towards the citizens of Ponyville mostly still standing on their side of the hall, looking a little out of sorts. “After all, they forgave the Princess.”
“She was not in the wrong. I am, and I am hardly a princess.”
Max opened his mouth for a moment. He so wanted to say, you are to me, but he couldn’t get his tongue to move. “Come on,” he finally managed. “You won’t know until you try.” He took Fragrant by the hoof and, tugging slightly, started to lead her across the room towards the Ponyvillians.
“Max! What are you...?” started Fragrant. Max ignored her for a moment and stopped in front of the first Ponyville citizen he could find: a red pegasus stallion with a slightly greying light green mane.
“Excuse me, sir?” began Max.
“Red Splasher,” said the stallion, looking surprised.
“I’m Baron Mounty Max and this is Duchess Fragrant Posey. I’m sorry to hear of your problems, and like the Princess said, we really should have done more to help. Is there anything we can do now?”
The stallion looked absolutely shocked for a moment. “Well, um, well, I’ve heard that we’re getting the aid we asked for now, but, well, I don’t suppose you know anything about getting funding for a fire department? We’re just part time at the moment, but things seem to be getting more dangerous all the time and, well, some new equipment wouldn’t go amiss.”
“Oh, I know what you mean,” agreed Max, “Back home in Sadlzburg we found it so hard to...”
Fragrant quickly cut off Max before he could get too involved in his story. “Mr Splasher, I was on the committee that should have approved Ponyville’s aid. I... I am sorry for the delay in dealing with your request.” She lowered her head in contrition. “I could have done more, more quickly.”
The red stallion was silent for a moment, seeming to weigh up his options. “That’s very big of you to admit it, duchess,” he said finally, “and it seems like things are being settled now, so... I accept your apology. I don’t want to speak for the whole town, but we’re normally a forgiving lot.”
“Thank you,” said Fragrant with a smile. “Now, about your other problem, well, I believe my brother’s factories may produce some equipment which might be of use to you...”
“Of course, I do understand that your new bill has opened up the water market somewhat, but I still think that Cloudsdale should be paying a higher premium,” said Baronet Slime Ball. He gave a hacking cough for a moment.
Max fought to keep his eyes open. Fragrant and himself had spent some time talking to a some of the Ponyville contingent – Max had found them to be quite an interesting lot, their town reminded him of home – but eventually they had gotten caught up in a number of discussions with other members of the nobility. Fragrant seem to be in her element, although Max thought he’d seen her eyes glaze over from time to time. But for Max, it was torture. He didn’t think he’d ever been as bored in his life. “Um, does anypony want a drink? I’ll get a round?” he asked
Fragrant raised an eyebrow. Max could almost make out her thoughts. There are servants for that, Max. He widened his eyes pleadingly. A small smile graced her face. Very well, but don’t be long, it said.
“I think I could do with another orange juice,” agreed Fragrant.
“Ah, well I suppose I could try the punch,” said Slime Ball. “But there are...”
“I’ll be right back,” interrupted Max, quickly rushing off in a random direction. Once out of sight of the baronet, he slumped down and tried to enjoy his few moments of peace.
“Hey Max!” came a cry.
Or maybe not. He glanced around to see a nearby ice construct, a sort of playground surrounded by a short wall within in which several dozen foals were cavorting. Sticking her head over the wall was an orange filly with a wild purple mane. “Scootaoo?” he asked. “What are you doing here?”
“Dad won a ticket and brought me along.” She turned back to her playmates. “Hey guys, this is that cool old dude I met on the school trip, the one that showed me how to climb that huge wall.” Several foals stuck their heads out of various parts of the play equipment and started a chorus of hellos! From a quieter corner a yellow filly with a purple mane looked up from the castle she was sculpting from snow and waved. Her horn flashed as she moulded the snow with her magic while holding it in place with her wings. Max blinked. That was certainly unusual.
“Hey, Max!” called Scootaloo again. “Look what I can do!” She clambered onto a small tower and wrapped her fetlocks around a set of monkey bars, swinging herself a little clumsily between them.
Max watched for a moment. “That’s pretty good, but I think I could do better,” he boasted.
“Yeah? Prove it,” challenged Scootaloo. A crowd of foals added their voices to the discussion.
Max glanced over one of the guards standing next to the playground. The mare rolled her eyes for a moment, then gave a small nod, and Max clambered over the wall into the playground.
Where had Max gotten to? thought Fragrant. It must have been half an hour since she’d last seen him. Had he dumped her? Gotten lost? Got distracted by something shiny? She swore, he could be so unreliable sometimes.
“Excuse me, baronet, but I really do need to speak to the archduke over there,” said Fragrant, politely pointing towards Fisher and his surrounding cronies.
“Of course, duchess,” said Slime Ball, before continuing his conversation with the other nobles around him.
Fragrant took a few steps towards the archduke, then quickly turned away. She had no desire to talk to Fisher tonight, but she had to get away from Slime Ball somehow. Although the issues he had raised were valid, she had no desire to go over them again now. She scanned the room for a sign of Max.
“Excuse me, duchess, may I have a few moments?” came a voice from beside her.
She turned, meaning to politely turn down the request, when her eyes fell upon a familiar blue-coated unicorn, Night Light! “Your Grace!” Was he here to threaten her more? His actions yesterday suggested he held a grudge over her telling Luna of his actions.
Her worry must have shown on her face, as he raised a calming hoof. “Peace, I have come to apologize to you.”
“Apologize, viceroy?” she asked in surprise.
“Yes, I am very aware that it was you that informed the Princess of my... manipulations.” He sighed. “In a way, I am glad that somepony did that. I... I was out of control and was getting worse. It was just supposed to be a punishment on Trixie, but one manipulation needed another and another and another. It took another of the guests here to make me fully aware of what I was doing.” He drew himself up. “I am sorry for what I put you through, the dilemma I forced on you, and I’m glad you made the right decision. I will take no more actions against you in this matter. I... I just miss my daughter, wherever she might be.” He slumped for a moment, seeming older; no longer one of the most powerful stallion in Equestria, in his place stood a worried father. Fragrant wanted to reach out to comfort him. She knew what it was like to worry about a family member... to lose... then he straightened again and his mask slipped back in place.
“I accept your apology, viceroy,” said Fragrant. “Will you be speaking to the others you have hurt? Jet Stream? The ponies of Ponyville? Trixie?”
Night Light twitched a little at the last name. “I have already made an apology to Lulamoon as her highness requested,” he said a little tightly.
“She is not as bad as she seems,” said Fragrant. “I had my own quarrel with her but it was unfounded. I think she has grown over the last few months; she’s less rash. At least try to talk to her.”
“I will think on it, duchess,” he said with a small bow. “But for now I must be off.”
Fragrant curtsied as she watched him go. She hoped things could be worked out. Still, it was a weight off her mind that he did not hold a grudge against her. Now, where had Max gotten off to? She looked around the room and saw a flash of red nearby. There was Max, hanging from a set of bars by his front hooves, his rear legs held to his stomach to stop them from dragging on the ground. A small purpley grey-coated unicorn filly was clutching his neck and giggling loudly as he swung from bar to bar, pursued by a small mob of foals. On the ground, an earth pony colt was running about wearing Max’s hat; it covered his entire head, making seeing a problem.
Fragrant couldn’t help but smile. It was hardly behaviour becoming a member of the Night Court, but it was adorable. She really couldn’t remain mad at him if he kept doing things like this. She trotted over to the area and rested her head on the surrounding wall. In front of her, Max dexterously flipped around on the bars and advanced on his pursuers, making growling sounds. The other foals squealed and fell over each other, trying to get out of the way.
He was really very good with foals, she thought. She imagined him playing with a number of imaginary children, maybe a small pegasus filly with a pink mane and a grey coat? Or a yellow earth pony colt? She shook herself. No, that was never going to happened, even if... she couldn’t risk it again.
“Oh, hi, duchess,” called Max from the climbing frame, waving to her while maintaining his grip with one hoof. His small passenger waved as well, but quickly wrapped her hooves back around his neck as she started to slip. “I guess I lost track of time.”
“Well, I should have guessed I would find you here with the other foals, Baron Max.” She raised a disapproving eyebrow but couldn’t help but grin.
“It’s not much different than court when you think about it, really,” said Max.
“Hey lady!” called an orange-coated pegasus.
“Duchess,” corrected Fragrant automatically.
“Ok, Lady Duchess, you want to play too?”
“Well...” said Fragrant, taken aback by the offer. It did seem strangely attractive, and it had been a while since any of her nieces or her nephew had been young enough to play with. “I’m afraid I’m not quite as physical as Baron Max.”
“If you’re not keen on the climbing frame, there are other options,” pointed out Max, indicating the rest of the play area.
“Well, maybe the snow pit is more my speed.” She smiled at the filly who had created quite an intricate structure out of snow. Then her eyes widened and the smile dropped from her face and she staggered back, her normally pale yellow coat turning almost white. It couldn’t be her, she was... was it a ghost, a spirit? “My princess,” she muttered, struggling to stop herself shaking. How could this be! What was happening? She was gone, this couldn’t be her. This must be another, another like her, they were rare but not unknown. But just looking at her hurt, sent arrows of pain into her heart.
“Um, are you... are you alright?” asked the filly, keeping her eyes lowered.
“I’m sorry, I thought... I thought you were,” stuttered Fragrant, tears starting to leak from her eyes. “I’m sorry, I have... I have to go.” She turned and rushed away, barging through the crowds towards the nearest lavatory.
“Fragrant?” cried Max as she ran off. “What’s wrong?”
Fragrant barged through the door to the toilets brushing past several surprised courtiers and a pile of discarded clothes before rushing into the nearest unoccupied stall. Her breath came in sobs. It hadn’t been her, it hadn’t, it couldn’t, it was just a filly that looked like her, a perfect little princess, she thought. Like her but not her. She’d lost her, lost her in pain and silence. She had to get herself under control, she couldn’t break down, not now. Shuddering, she leaned heavily against the wall and tried to slow her breathing, still her heart.
There was a tentative tapping from the door.
“I’ll... I’ll be out soon,” mumbled Fragrant.
“Um... duchess,” came a hesitant voice. “It’s, um, Buttercup.” What was the mare doing here? thought Fragrant.
“Max asked me to check on you,” continued Buttercup. “He’s a bit worried. Well, a lot worried. I’m fairly certain he’ll come barrelling in here in a few minutes.”
Even in her misery, Fragrant couldn’t help but give out a gurgling laugh at that. “I’m sure he would.” She took a deep breath and turned. She could do this, she was Duchess Fragrant Posey, one of the most powerful ponies in Equestria. She wasn’t going to show weakness in front of this mare half her age. She could lock the pain deep down again, just for tonight; then another day, then another, then another. She pushed the stall door open. In front of her stood Buttercup, looking nervous. A few other mares stood around the room, studiously not looking at the duchess.
“Are you all right? Max said you were upset.”
“I... I am fine now, I saw something that... that reminded me of a very bad time of my life. Thank you for your concern.” Her voice wavered slightly. Control! She couldn’t break down again, not in public, She was the duchess.
Buttercup chewed her lip for a moment. She obviously wanted to ask a thousand questions, but was too polite to. “Well, it was Max who asked me to.”
“Yes, Max,” noted Fragrant, looking at herself in the mirror. She had worn more makeup than she normally would, and her tears had not done her any favours.
“Um, there’s nothing between us anymore, you know,” said Buttercup. She opened a small bag around one shoulder and passed it to Fragrant. She looked at it, confused for a moment, before opening it to find a small collection of makeup.
“Thank you,” she said, looking up at the younger pony. This, this was generous of her. She started to try to tidy herself up. “But Baron Max’s personal life is really none of my business.”
“I think we both know that isn’t true.”
Fragrant snapped her head around to the younger mare. “I... I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I know your feelings for him are stronger than you try to let on, and that he feels the same way of you. I don’t know what you’re afraid of.”
She gawked at Buttercup for a moment. “A great many things. As you get older, these things seem to become a lot more complicated,” she said a little bitterly.
“I think you make them more complicated than they need to be. The thing with Max and me, well, it was good, it was fun, but I don’t think it would have lasted all that long, even if I hadn’t... If I hadn’t disappointed him.”
Fragrant paused in fixing her make up. She had questions, but she didn’t think Buttercup would feel any more like sharing her problems than she herself did. “He did seem happy when he was with you.”
“I knew you were interested, but he offered and... well, he’s good to be around, polite, caring, gentle, very noble...”
“Very noble...” agreed Fragrant looking into the mirror. “He makes me want to be a better pony,” she muttered.
“He’s strong and kind, and, well, sexy, he’s, um, very generous in that way, it, um, makes up for his physical, um, shortcomings.” She blushed a little. Fragrant raised an eyebrow. What ever could she mean? “Anyway, please don’t worry that I might get in the way, he’s decided he doesn’t want me anymore and I’ll stand to that.”
Fragrant looked up at Buttercup for a moment. “Thank you for that, and this,” she said, handing back the makeup kit. With her mask back in place, she felt she could face the world again, although the barrier was only wafer thin.
“You really should tell him, you know.”
“I... I will think about what you’ve said.” How could she let anyone in when she could break so easily? How could she risk more pain? How could she not? Maybe tonight would not be the best time? But if not now, when? “Now, I think we should go and see Max, don’t you? As you said, he’ll probably come crashing in here in a minute. Possibly through the window, knowing him.” She put on a smile more real than she had planned.
“Yes,” giggled Buttercup, then she turned serious “Good luck. Treat him well.”
“Well, um, thank you, I will I...”
“I mean it. Don't ever break his faith in you, like I did. I... I won't forgive you if you do that.” Buttercup suddenly dashed away as the two of them returned to the main hall. Fragrant was going to call after her when she noticed Max standing just outside of the toilets, nervously pacing backwards and forwards. A white-coated, purple-maned mare in an exquisite gown was apparently trying to talk to him, but as soon as Fragrant emerged he brushed her aside and dashed towards the duchess.
“Are you all right?” he asked. “I was worried.” He threw his forearms around her.
Surprised by the action, Fragrant found herself relaxing into his grip. “Yes, everything is fine now,” she muttered, luxuriating in the heat of his body for a moment before coming back to herself and gently pushing him away. “I... I was reminded of a very dark time of my life. It was a little overwhelming, but I am feeling better.” Max frowned and looked like he was going to ask a question. Fragrant quickly cut him off. “I would prefer not to talk about it right now, but I will explain it to you, one day.” If she could ever get through it without tears. “I hope I did not upset any of the f-foals.”
“Oh, they were worried about you like me. Maybe we should go back and tell them you’re ok.”
Fragrant froze and had to struggle to keep her eyes dry. Go back, back to see that little filly, she couldn’t. “No! I mean, no. I am sure they will be happy enough by themselves. They don’t need us upsetting them.”
“Alright,” said Max, a little unsurely. “What do you want to do?”
“Maybe we could just talk, just the,” she looked around, and saw that both Buttercup and that white mare seemed to have made themselves scarce, “two of us?”
“Oh, all right, um, what are you planning to do for the summer?” asked Max.
“Well, my niece Forming will be acting as my proxy while the court is closed, so I’ll be showing her the ropes for a week or two.”
“She’s the sculptor, right? She made that little hearthwarming scene you’ve got? The one with the founders and the fire of friendship.”
“Yes.” Fragrant smiled. She had a few of Forming’s works around her estate; she would have to find a space for the new one. “She’s observed for the last two years. I think she’s just about ready to be my full proxy for a few months.”
Max rubbed the back of his head. “I still haven't sorted out who’ll stand in for me, Mrs G would be the obvious choice but I’m sure she wants to visit her family for the summer. I suppose I could stay here all summer, but I really should see how Nulpar’s doing.”
“Indeed, it ill becomes a courtier to ignore their province and its ponies. Once Forming is settled in, I’ll spend the rest of the summer in Cloudsdale. You really should have sorted out a proxy by now.”
“I know, but I don’t know that many ponies in Canterlot and most of them are courtiers themselves.”
Fragrant sighed. “I have a few of my assistants I would trust with the responsibility, maybe even...”
Suddenly a yellow-coated, orange-maned mare staggered out of the crowd, almost colliding with Fragrant. Max instinctively moved to try and protect her but she gently shoved him aside. The yellow pony stared at the two of them stupidly for a moment as if surprised to see them.
“Um, excuse me?” said Max. “Might we help you, miss?”
“O-oh!” stuttered the newcomer. “Um…no, I’m – oh, I’m sorry, I need to… I’m sorry, your Lordship, your Grace, I forgot to bow – ” She stooped low, almost overbalancing.
Fragrant had to fight back a laugh at the attempt. “It’s alright,” she said, indicating the mare should rise. “Noblepony and gentry and commoner and everything in between are mingling freely enough tonight that I don’t think it makes much sense for anypony to bow. Everypony but the princess would spend the entire night on their knees.” This pony was obviously part of the Ponyville group; if anything she should be bowing to her after the REMM debacle.
Max gave a deep laugh while the stranger smiled, looking more at ease. “Thank-you, your Grace, if you’ll excuse—”
“You look familiar,” said Fragrant, tapping a hoof to her mouth. She was sure she had seen her at a banquet, with a group of other mares... of course, she was one of the element bearers. “Are you… Carrot Top, by any chance?” she asked. The orange mare nodded. “Then you would be my niece Fluttering’s new friend.” Fragrant grinned. It was so good to know her niece was making new friends, that however slowly she was recovering and reconnecting with the world.
“Yes, your Grace. Though I know her as Fluttershy.”
Fragrant screwed up her face. “Ooh! Rainbow Dash gave her that nickname. Fluttering likes it, but I’ve always thought it was belittling…”
“I like it,” Max said, waving a hoof slowly in the air, as though tracking the gentle flight of a butterfly. “Fluttershy…it sounds very sweet and demure. From what you’ve told me of her, it sounds like it fits very well, and as long as she likes… are you alright, duchess?”
Fragrant glared at Max. As always, he seemed oblivious to her. How could he be so annoying and so charming at the same time? Yes, Fluttering seemed to like her nickname, and it was a little fitting, but she felt her niece could be stronger than that, should be stronger... but hadn’t that been the problem, that she tried to make her something she wasn’t?
“I think she uses it because she doesn’t want to let everypony know she’s a Posey,” said Carrot Top, then she quickly did a double take. “Not that she’s ashamed! But she wants to lead a quiet, simple life. And she does seem to like the nickname, your Grace.”
Fragrant let out a long sigh. “As long as she is happy,” she said. “I’m afraid that both my brother and I put a touch too many expectations on her when she was a foal… Thunderous wanted her to inherit the weather factory. I have… had difficulties having foals of my own,” Max glanced at her sharply and she tried not to wince. Now he probably knew why she had reacted so strongly to the foals, even if he didn’t know how that one in particular had hurt her. “So I named Fluttering as my heir apparent.” Poor, poor Fluttering, they should have seen it coming. She should have seen it coming. “We were both less sensitive to Fluttering’s own needs than we should have been, and we have spent years trying to make things up to her.”
“So that’s why Thunderous was so adamant about Rainbow Dash moving to Ponyville…” gasped Carrot Top. “It wasn’t just to look out for Fluttershy, he wanted to make things up to her.”
Fragrant nodded, then frowned. What did she mean, Thunderous was adamant about Rainbow moving to Ponyville? She thought Cloudia’s daughter had volunteered to help her friend? Had her brother been meddling again? She was just about to ask the yellow mare for more details when a waitress glided up to them, a tray of drinks floating alongside her in her aura. “Aperitif, lords and ladies?” she asked.
Fragrant was just about to politely refuse when Carrot Top grabbed two of the glasses. “To Fluttershy!” she chanted, and emptied them both down her throat in a single gulp. Fragrant boggled.
“I like her,” Max declared with a grin. Fragrant glared at him reproachfully.
“Um.” Carrot Top blinked. “Uh, sorry, just… I’m still new to bumping shoulders with nobility, and… and I don’t normally drink like that, I swear!”
“That’s a shame and a relief at the same time,” Max said. “Honestly, pony like you, with your obligations to Equestria while trying to still lead a normal life… I do not know how you do it. I certainly could not.” He looked to Fragrant. “Isn’t that right, your Grace?”
Fragrant stood staring. This was Fluttering’s new friend! This drunkard! What was her niece getting mixed up in?
Carrot Top held up her hooves in contrition. “I’m sorry, your Grace,” she apologized. “I was just, um… very thirsty, and very worried, Ponyville’s had so many problems recently… and my farm! My farm’s irrigation system had to be torn up and worked on, and… oh, I’m sorry. I’ll go.” Fragrant felt a stab of shame. Had her actions with the REMM driven this mare to drink?
Carrot Top bowed. “It was a pleasure meeting you, Baron Mounty, Duchess Fragrant,” she said, before scampering away a little unsteadily.
“That was the Element of Generosity!” exclaimed Fragrant.
“Well maybe she decided to be generous to herself tonight,” said Max. “It is supposed to be a time to let your hair down. Maybe you could try a drink of two?” he suggested a little eagerly.
Fragrant considered for a moment. She could probably do with something to steady her nerves, but she had been unstable enough so far; she needed to keep control of her faculties. “Maybe later.”
“Very well,” said Max. Behind them the band struck up again and the area around them started to clear. Looking around, Fragrant realised they were standing in the centre of the dance floor. A few couples started to file onto the floor.
Max looked around and grinned. “Would my lady care to dance?” he asked, bowing low and looking up at her.
She should say no, she knew that, claim she was tired, or couldn’t dance.
She should say no, but Max was standing there looking up at her, looking so handsome.
She should say no.
But who could say no to that?
“Why thank you Baron Max, I would love to dance!”
“Sorry if I’m not that good,” apologised Max for the dozenth time as he bumped into his partner again. He’d had some practice at the Jubilation, but he was still feeling very awkward here. Maybe it wasn’t that he was bad, it was just that Fragrant was so good! She had been rather hesitant to start off with, but had quickly found her pace and was now dancing circles around him, literally on some occasions.
“How did you get so good at this?” he asked over the sound of the music.
“I’ve had a lot of practice!” she announced, gracefully sweeping past him. “I had lessons as a filly and, well, I haven't always been an old mare, you know. I used to love to dance.” She sighed. “It has been a long time, though.”
“You’re not an old mare!”
“I am older than you, by almost a decade.”
“That’s not old, it’s mature.”
“Like cheese?” she snorted.
“Like a fine wine,” he corrected, reaching out and grabbing Fragrant. She rolled onto his forearms and came to a stop her muzzle just a few inches from his own. Suddenly he found he was having trouble keeping his breathing under control. Her body pressed against his seemed so hot! Even through both of their clothes she was scalding. Then she was gone again, pulling back as the music came to an end. She seemed tired as well, panting hard; she was even sweating. Maybe it was time to take a break. He’d come very close to... to kissing her there, and that would have ruined everything. He had to keep himself under control. As long as there were no more dances that required them to stay quite so close together, he’d be fine.
Max’s eye’s widened. That wasn’t good, not good at all.
Next to him Fragrant’s eyes likewise widened. “Oh,” she gasped. “It’s, um, been a while since I’ve danced a tango.”
Max nodded. Actually this was a dance he knew; Zephyr had loved it, and, well, at the time he had too. Maybe he should just lie and tell her he didn’t know how to dance it. Then, to his surprise, Fragrant reared up and put her forearms around him, hind legs starting to swing as well. She looked scared for a moment, then he found his balance as well and rested his head against hers. Holding each other up, they began to glide across the floor. Max’s attention sharpened; no longer were they on a crowded dance floor, no, it was just the two of them holding each other. Even the music began to fade into the background but still their bodies moved in sync.
She leaned back, one hind leg locking behind him to stop her falling. He felt her dress fall away while fabric still covered her leg, but he dared not look down; instead he shifted his weight to keep the two of them stable. She unlocked herself from around him and staggered back, steps still following the beat of the music. He followed, desperate to catch her again, to never let her go, but just before his hooves could touch her he followed the call of the music and spun around and stood with his back to her. She reared behind him and her wings flashed forwards, running up and down his sides a few millimetres from touching him, but still somehow more sensual than if they had actually made contact. This was the regal duchess Posey?!
He turned and – trying to suppress a shudder – took her in his arms again, lowering her to the ground before hauling her back up again, her pegasus physique and his earth pony strength working together to make the move simple. They embraced again and began to move around the floor, Max’s forearms gripping Fragrant’s sides tightly, their faces less than an inch apart, staring intently into each other’s eyes.
Slowly, Max became aware than the music seemed to have come to an end. He and Fragrant weren’t actually dancing any more, just frozen in place, both leaning into each other but never quite forcing their lips into contact. Fragrant was the first to say anything. “That... that was intense,” she gasped, head not moving.
“Err, yes, the music, very intense,” mumbled Max. Say something! Say something! He begged himself.
“Oh, yes, of course, the music,” noted Fragrant finally, slowly dropping to all four hooves and turning away from Max. “You, you dance well, very well,” she said, still breathing heavily.
“Oh, you too,” he said, staring as she moved away from the dance floor tail twitching, dress tight on her flanks. Say something! Do something! Cried his brain and a few other organs.
He trotted after her on somewhat shaky legs. He open his mouth to speak, but his throat seemed as dry as a desert. He grabbed two glasses of punch from a passing servant. He held out one for Fragrant; she paused for a moment then reached out and took one.
“Max, I...”
“Fragrant, I...” they said together.
“After you...” they continued.
Fragrant nervously nodded to Max for him to speak first. He raised his glass. “To... to the Night Court,” he managed. “May it rule wisely forever.” No! cried his mind, that was not what you wanted to say! He drowned out it clamouring by taking a mouthful of his drink. Looking a little disappointed, Fragrant repeated the toast and took a drink as well.
Max lowered his gaze. Why couldn’t he get the words out? Why couldn’t he just tell her? There was a flash of purple light, but he didn’t notice. “Fragrant, I’ll never get the nerve to tell you but I think you’re the most beautiful pony I’ve ever seen. Everything about you is just perfect, you’re wise and graceful and kind and gorgeous. I’d do anything to be together with you, but I’m just a baron and you’re like a princess.” He frowned. “Am I saying all this out loud?”
“Max,” gasped Fragrant, “You’ll never know how much I’ve wanted you to say that. I’ve only known you for a few months but you’ve become the centre of my life, you’re so alive, so brash, so fun. I need to find some way to let you down gently even if it breaks my heart, no matter how much I want to tell you I feel the same.” A look of confusion passed over her face. “Wait a minute, I can’t stop talking, why can’t I stop talking?”
Around them, the background hubbub of the gala seems to become louder as every pony began to talk at once.
“No! I need to stop,” continued Fragrant. “Everypony will know what I’m thinking, everypony can see me...” Her voice started to rise in panic. “Max will know how I feel and how broken I am...”
“I have to find some way of stopping us talking, something to take our minds off talking,” Max pushed his head forwards until his lips met Fragrant’s. Her eyes bulged for a second and her mouth tried to keep moving but then she relaxed and leaned into Max, her forelegs flopping over his shoulders before pulling him closer, her mind completely blank.
After an infinite moment they separated, and stared at each other silently. Around them the guests started to rush around, trying to escape their own thoughts being loudly broadcast to the whole world. Nobles rebounded off each other as they ran.
Finally Fragrant broke her silence. “Tingles,” she muttered. “Tingles all over.”
“Oh, princess, I kissed Fragrant,” began Max, his brain restarting along with his mouth. “It was really good, did she think it was good? I want to do it again!”
“Tingles,” repeated Fragrant distantly, staring at Max. “I really want to do that again.”
“Again!”
Fragrant threw herself forwards, wrapping her legs around Max’s head and drawing him into a second kiss. It lasted even longer this time. There was a flash of blue magic followed by a second flash of purple, but neither of them noticed.
“Oh my!” gasped Fragrant when she finally broke contact. “Why does he taste so good? What am I doing, I feel like a wild mare.”
“Try not to think of Fragrant as a wild mare, try not to think of her tearing off her dress and...” He brought a hoof up to his mouth to try and stop his stream of consciousness resulting in a painful bite, then he caught sight of something out of the side of his eye. “What?” Through the crowd he noticed some sort of fight going on as several ponies tried to pile on a hidden target. To his surprise one pegasus tumbled to the ground as her wings suddenly vanished! The he noticed something else: the small wall around the playground area had been breached by some stumbling noble and the guards stationed there were desperately trying to contain their young charges. However, just as panicked, several of the small ponies had escaped only to find themselves trapped in a forest of legs as the stampede rumbled past. It was only a matter of moments before one or more of them would be trampled.
“Stay here!” he warned Fragrant before ducking his head down and barrelling through the crowd towards the foals. “Why’s he not talking?” demanded Fragrant as Max leapt off into the crowd, “Does he really not think at all when he does this sort of thing? I better help him before he gets hurt, oh don’t let him get hurt.” She leapt into the air, wings outstretched before wobbling a little. “Ouch, bucking dress,” she swore, trying to follow Max from the air. “I’ll have to get rid of it.” She flailed out with her legs and wings for a moment, before – with a ripping sound – the outer layer of the dress tore. She finished the job with her teeth, throwing the remains to the ground, resulting in her only being clothed in the less covering inner layer. “Sorry Suri, sorry Coco.”
Below, one of the lesser nobles caught the dress and looked up in astonishment at the sock-clad legs of the pegasus. “I really want to bend that mare over a table and...” he began, before receiving a slap from his wife who proceeded to tell him exactly what was on her mind, even though she hadn’t had the punch.
Max careened across the flow, leaping over and around the fleeing ponies. “Sorry! Get out the way! Look out!” he yelled.
Ahead of him he could see that Scootaloo had realised the danger and was physically showing her friends back to the safety of the enclosure. However, she was too busy to notice a particularly rotund earth pony stallion galloping towards her. “Monster!” he yelled. “Let it eat somepony else, preferably Fisher.”
Seeing the danger, Max leapt forwards to put himself between the filly and the stallion’s flailing hooves. There was a thud, and Max gritted his teeth in pain as the stallion crashed into him before staggering away, eyes still wide with panic. “Are you all right?” he asked the filly.
She nodded while trying to scramble to her hooves.
Max likewise tried to get up, but another panicked pony bounced off of him, knocking him back again. He glanced around to see a sea of hooves rushing towards him. “This is going to hurt!” he announced, scuttling forwards and grabbing Scootaloo. The filly squeaked as Max tried to wrap himself around her as best he could. “Maybe I can keep her safe at least.”
“Max!” came a cry from above. “Grab my hoof!” Above him, Posey was swooping down.
“Fragrant is wearing socks,” he gasped. “That’s so hot!” He stretched out and managed to grab one of her hind legs as she pulled up.
“Oh, princess! I didn’t think he’d get to see those! Well I might have hoped a little!”
“Scootaloo, grab my neck,” cried Max. The filly did as she was told, locking her forelegs in place tightly enough to make breathing a little difficult. The little filly’s wings started to buzz frantically; to Max’s surprise, they actually seemed to be generating some lift.
With a rather unladylike grunt, Fragrant flapped her wings as quickly as she could, pulling herself and her two passengers into the sky as grounded ponies rushed past where they had just been. “Why is he so heavy?” she asked. “I know muscle weighs more than fat but is he really that muscular? Maybe I’ll get a chance to find out, to run my hooves over his whole body, from end to end. I still can’t stop talking!”
“Fragrant! There is a foal present,” gasped Max. “I’d like to run my hooves over your body as well, to touch and caress every part of you and then...” Max’s eyes widened, unable to stop the direction his mind was heading. Above them, a wave of silvery magic spread out over the room, and suddenly the room became much quieter as Max found his tongue ceasing its constant babbling. “Oh thank the princess,” he muttered. Glancing up, he saw just how true that statement was as Luna stood a floor above them, looking down on the now calming crowd. Duke Greengrass was held in her aura for some reason.
“What does caress mean?” asked Scootaloo, “And what did you want to do to her after you did that?”
“Um, maybe you should ask your father about that?” suggested Max as Fragrant dropped them back to the ground. Well I don’t think I’ll be getting those cart related favours after she does that, he thought.
“Needless to say, the rest of the Gala will be cancelled,” announced Luna. “I must ask for everypony here to remain while the Night Guard ascertains what happened and if anypony needs immediate help, then you may leave. I ask for patience for just a little bit.”
Once Scootaloo had been dropped off to traumatise her father, Max and Fragrant tried to find a quiet a corner to try and sort out what had happened.
“So um, truth potion, eh?” said Max, feeling exceptionally awkward.
“Yes,” agreed Fragrant. “So you said what you really meant.”
“I’m so sorry! I know what I said was wrong but...”
She held a hoof up to his lips. “Were you listening to what I said?”
“Well, yes, but I thought that...”
“Truth potion, remember.”
“Well, yes, but what we think and what we really mean can be different. You know, if you want to just forget all of this we can...”
She paused for a moment, and he felt his heart drop. “No, no, I do not want to forget tonight.”
A wide smile raced across his face. “So what does this mean, what are we?”
“Something different to what we were at the start of the night.” She looked down. “Look, Max, I... I don’t really know, I want us to be more but, well, maybe we can at least wait for somewhere a bit more private before we discuss it?” She gestured around the crowded room where the guests still milled around, overseen by guards.
“Oh, right, good plan,” said Max, looking a little down. To his surprise he felt the touch of Fragrant’s wing over his back and she leaned into him.
Somehow they found themselves back at Max’s house, Fragrance wasn’t quite sure how; the last half hour or so was rather a blur. They had all been checked over the by guards and some medics, then released to return to their own homes. She wasn’t used to quite so much physical excitement, her wings still ached, although the loss of the outer layer of her dress made movement easier. Plus the punch may not have helped; not only had it been enchanted, but it was rather strong as well.
She and Max were splayed out on a couch in his sitting room. She had spent a few minutes tidying herself up in his bathroom. Her inner dress looked just about presentable, but she had removed the socks, much to Max’s displeasure; after beating around the bush for so long, he apparently didn’t have any problem telling her what he liked about her, and her legs were apparently high on his list. She’d acted shocked, but inside found it very flattering.
Now they had shared a companionable silence for a few minutes, neither of them seeming to want to be the first one to talk. Things had changed, the world had moved, they were not the same ponies they’d been only an hour ago. She and Max were... well, a couple? Their feelings laid bare for each other. In some way she should be thankful for being drugged – she didn’t think she could have revealed herself in that way without help, couldn’t admit her feelings even to herself. However, her life was no doubt going to become so much more complicated now. Her enemies had another reason to target Max now. Should they try to keep their relationship secret? Relationships between voting courtiers were complicated as well – questions of impartiality, of heirs, or organisation. It was so very very complicated.
Noting the lowering of her ears and the increased twitching of her tail, Max reached forwards and encircled her with his forelegs. The air went out of her lungs in one great sigh as her head lolled back onto his shoulder.
It was suddenly all so very simple, thought Fragrant. She would just lie here floating in Max’s arms for the rest of her life, feeling his heart beat next to hers, safe and secure. A tiny part of her mind tried to point out that there might be a few problems with this plan, but it was quickly outvoted.
A timeless moment passed as the two of them remained intertwined. Then the moment was shattered by a heavy knocking from the door, causing them jump apart like to teenagers suddenly caught by their parents.
“Go away!” hollered Max. “I’m not in!”
“Princess Luna Equestris has demanded that the Night Court attend her at the Selenic Cathedra,” came the reply, only slightly muffled by the door.
Fragrant’s ears pricked up. Demanded? That was a worrying choice of words. What could Luna have discovered from interrogating the creature which had disrupted the gala?
“Coming,” grumbled Max, levering himself off of the seat. “Um, do you want to go out the back door while I go with the guard?” he asked.
Fragrant frowned for a moment, then remembered she was only wearing half a dress, and a rather crumpled one at that. It did look rather scandalous. Maybe she should return to her home? But no, the guard had mentioned that the whole court had been summoned; no doubt there were more night guard at her home. She stood up straight and tidied her dress as best she could. “No, we should go together.”
Max grinned and made his way to the door. “Officer,” he said, nodding.
“Come with me,” replied the guard gruffly. He caught sight of Fragrant’s slightly bedraggled form and raised an eyebrow.
Ignoring him, Fragrant marched forwards, head up, with Max trotting just behind her. The guard fell into step as well and the three of them set off towards the castle.
Max and Fragrant trotted into the Selenic Cathedra, Luna’s throne room. The room was packed with nobles; it looked like the entire Night Court was here, from the barons all the way up to the Vicereines. The atmosphere was of quiet worry as courtiers quietly mumbled to each other about why they were here, what revelation the Princess was going to reveal to them. The Princess of Equestria herself was standing in front of her throne, now fully dressed and flanked by armed and armoured guards, her eyes glowing with moonlight. In front of her, similarly afflicted, was the unicorn who had caused such a commotion at the Gala only an hour ago, now returned to her fully equine form.
The grim aura of the room was almost enough to dampen Max’s spirits, but he was still warmed by the tingles emanating from his heart. He turned to Fragrant to ask her what she thought was happening. She looked perturbed and shook her head; she didn’t seem to know either. She turned towards the front of the hall, where the higher ranking nobles were standing. Max moved to follow her but she once again shook her head, but reached out and discreetly gave Max’s hoof a squeeze. He wanted to reach out to hug her again, but controlled himself and nodded, taking his place along with the most junior members of the court.
Just as he took his place, the glow in Luna and the unicorn’s eyes faded, and the latter slumped, her face a picture of dread. Luna nodded and muttered something Max couldn’t make out as the guards lead the unnamed unicorn away, before closing the great doors to the hall with a thud, leaving Luna and the court alone.
The Princess stood silent and motionless as a rock for a moment and the muttering amongst the court quietened. What was going on? Thought Max, was The Princess going to reveal what she had discovered from the unicorn or whatever she had been? Was Equestria in some way under attack? He shuffled from hoof to hoof for a moment.
Gracefully, the alicorn of the night began to move down the line of ponies, starting with Vicereine Wallflower. She locked gaze with the noble for a moment, and the normally boisterous earth pony looked shocked, her head slumping. Luna moved on to the next pony, and the next and the next. Each in turn she gazed at silently. Slowly, her face shifted from impassivity to a look of disbelief. By the time she looked at Max, she looked so old and sad and disappointed, both in her court and in herself. Her gaze cut to his core and he couldn’t meet it.
She knew! He didn’t know how she knew but she knew! She knew what he had done for Buttercup, all the mistakes and missteps he had made in the four months he had spent at court, she knew everything! How could he ever had thought he was good enough for her, good enough to help run Equestria. He was just a country bumpkin, how could he ever think he could manage this, he thought. He wanted to run, to run and hide; anything to avoid that sad, sad gaze.
Slowly, Luna turned and made her way up the other line of ponies back towards her throne. He saw Baron Fields turn grey as his monarch walked past. Then she reached Fragrant. It may have been his imagination, but he thought he saw the alicorn slump slightly as the pegasus was unable to meet her gaze. What was happening? Max could understand how he didn’t meet the Princess's standards, but surely not the rest of the court? Surely not Fragrant, not her?
She finally came to a halt, almost at the end of the line of nervous sweating courtiers, her gaze coming to bare at Archduke Fisher. Slowly her eyes traced up and down his form. “Archduke Bobbing Fisher,” she said, her calm tones sounding shockingly loud after so long a silence. “Did you really burn down one of your own factories?”
Fisher blinked. “Majesty, you can’t trust—”
“Answer the question,” she interrupted quietly.
“Majesty, I…” he began before dropping his gaze, unable to meet Luna’s eyes any more. “Yes, Majesty.”
Max gaped. What had the Archduke done? How could he...
His thoughts were interrupted as the princess turned to the old pony standing closest to her throne. “Vicereine Puissance,” she said, her voice still soft and calm. “Your youngest son, Lance. Did you falsify the evidence at his trial?”
Puissance stood tall, a look of almost annoyance crossing her face. “I did not!” she objected loudly, her voice ringing clearly around the chamber. “And – and begging your pardon, your Majesty, but I resent the implication!” Max blinked. How could the Vicereine speak like that to her ruler?
Luna stared, apparently unaffected by the outburst. Puissance was breathing heavily, sweating despite the chill of the night. “I… I must insist on an apology, Majesty!” she demanded.
The Princess stared a moment more, then trotted on. “Majesty!” continued Puissance. “You cannot honestly believe the lies that—”
Luna turned around and transfixed the old pony with a gaze, and Puissance staggered back, the truth of the situation finally reaching her. Her head lowered and she stepped back into line.
Luna resumed her trek, circling the chamber again. She stopped at one noble, then another, then another, asking each a question about corruption of themselves or of others. Some could not answer, some haltingly denied the accusation; most mumbled apologies. Max’s head was spinning. He couldn’t even make out what Luna asked him as she passed, just that he had apologized. To his shame he might have said it was Buttercup’s fault. But it was lost in a mist of confusion. He had begun to realise that the court was not the place he had once thought it was; that everything was so much harder, that many seemed to put their own good before that of their people, but this... this was...
Max’s head shot up as Luna came to a halt in front of Fragrant. No, no, not Fragrant, not her, she couldn’t be corrupt, she’d be the one good mare, she’d be better than him, surely.
“A bribe?” Luna’s words dropped from her lips like lead tombstones.
Posey immediately fell to her knees in tears. Fragrant was crying! “I… I’m sorry!” she exclaimed. “It was years ago! I… I was young and Cloudsdale needed the bill to pass and it was only once—”
FRAGRANT WAS CRYING!
“Only once?” Luna asked sarcastically “Only once? That is a great relief, Duchess Posey, that you are pony of such integrity.”
Fragrant buried her head in her hooves and sobbed.
FRAGRANT WAS CRYING!
Max’s hooves tried to rush forwards towards his... whatever she was to him, but for some reason he couldn’t move.
For a moment there was a flicker of regret on Luna’s face, but her visage quickly hardened and she turned away from the weeping mare.
FRAGRANT WAS CRYING!
There was no sign of the strong vibrant mare he admir... that he loved, just a feathery pile of misery. He had to help her, to bring her back, he finally moved a hoof forwards...
Luna had finally reached her throne again. She stood back to the crowd of shell shocked nobles before spinning on her hooves.
“IS THERE A SINGLE HONEST PONY AMONGST YOU?”
Around him, nobles from the highest viceroy to the lowest baronet whinnied in fear – Max included, as his body reacted automatically – but he hardly noticed because FRAGRANT WAS CRYING!
“Liars! Imposters! Cruel, worthless, vain, selfish, undeserving MAGGOTS, every single one of you!” cried Luna, a wild stamp of her hoof shattering the stone of the floor as the stars of her mane glowed with rage. “You are supposed to be the high-born, the great leaders of Equestria, born and bred and trained for your positions. But you are all corrupt! THE WORMS OF THE EARTH HAVE MORE TO OFFER EQUESTRIA THAN YOU DO!”
Some noble – somepony Max didn’t recognise – tried to raise an objection, only for Luna to shut him down, but it didn’t matter because FRAGRANT WAS CRYING! She was slumped on the ground, her normally glittering eyes dull as rivers ran from them onto the cold unfeeling stone below.
“I have a mind to purge every last one of you! Throw you all in jail, dissolve the Night Court entirely and try something new for Equestria!”
Yes, maybe she should do that, because then he’d be able to move again and could comfort the duchess and she would stop crying and maybe – just maybe – the world would return to something that made some sort of sense.
“But – but the laws of Equestria, Majesty! Laws you yourself are beholden to – they say that only the nobility or gentry of Equestria can—” stuttered some unnamed noble.
“Then it is fortunate indeed, viscount,” Luna said as she reached the throne, turned around, and sat at it with her wings still spread wide, “that every mayoral office in Equestria was bequeathed a Lordship hundreds of years ago!”
Yes! Maybe Piste would do better than him, he couldn’t do worse, couldn’t make more mistakes, couldn’t be trapped only a few yards from a weeping mare and not able to do anything about it…
“This ends,” Luna said, her voice returned to a more normal volume but still just as audible. “The corruption. The degradation. The ruination of so many ponies’ lives. The bribes and blackmail and gossip campaigns, the thefts and threats, the spies and saboteurs and all other acts of petty gain. They are finished and done and I will brook no argument on the matter. You may consider yourselves to be on probation. You will act in accordance with the letter and the spirit of the laws of Equestria. You will work honestly and openly and fairly. If you have issue with your fellow members of the Court, then you will bring those issues to me, and I shall arbitrate and my decisions will be final. You will do this, because if it begins again, if the slightest whisper of corruption from any of you reaches my ears, then I will dissolve this Night Court, strip all of you of your ranks and titles, and create a new body of ponies who are willing to work for the good of Equestria and are capable of doing so without defiling the very ideals that this nation was founded upon! Do I make myself clear?”
Max tried to make his mouth work. He understood he had to be better, because not only would Luna be angry, would the whole of Equestria change, but FRAGRANT MIGHT CRY AGAIN! But he couldn’t get his mouth to work.
“Do not make me ask again,” hissed his monarch again.
Suddenly it seemed like the mouths of the whole court started to work at once and a babble of agreement rang out.
Luna dropped into her throne and her horn glowed as the door sprung open again. “Leave. Now,” she intoned.
Max found he could move again and rushed forwards towards where Fragrant was still slumped. He might have jumped over another noble in his haste, but he couldn’t remember. Then she was there in front of him, then in his arms, her head buried in his mane for a moment. He hugged her as hard as he dared, wanting to surround her with his body to protect her from the world. Then she shifted and turned, pulling away from his grasp and trying to stagger towards the foot of Luna’s throne, standing only with his aid. “Please... please... haven't I suffered enough? Why her? Why not me? She was innocent, my princess,” she moaned, looking up at the princess, who sat cold and unmoving like a statue. “Please... tell me what I can do to be better, please, not again, please don’t take any more!”
Max didn’t understand what the duchess was saying, but he joined her in pleading to the princess. Other ponies gather around to add their voices to the hubbub. He recognized Wallflower almost in tears herself, Nobility, Jet Stream, Mellow. Behind them, Baron Fields was trying to hobble through a crowd of fleeing ponies towards the throne.
“Go and earn your forgiveness,” intoned Luna, not looking down at her courtiers.
Max gently tried to turn Fragrant away from the throne. He suddenly realised how rubbery his legs were and that his face was wet from his own tears. Fragrant slumped against him, almost knocking him over. He had to be strong! Fragrant had taken care of him, had taught him so much these last few months; now it was his turn to look after her. He had to be strong. Reaching inwards, he felt the core of himself, the magic that flowed through him and all of his tribe; the strength like that of the earth, like that of the mountain, strength of both body and mind. He spread his legs for stability and stepped forwards towards the door, Fragrant’s form on his side, as light as a feather and at the same time an anchor dragging him down. He had to be strong, to give her strength. “Come on, Fragrance,” he whispered into her mane, gently kissing her cheek. “I’m here. Let me be your strength.”
Together, supporting each other, the couple marched through the door and through the castle out into the streets of Canterlot.
The area immediately outside the castle was in chaos; nobles ran here and there, some in panic, others in a daze. Max noted Viscount Blueblood rushing away, flanked by a bouncy pink mare. Intermingled with them were many members of the press, apparently informed of the meeting of the whole Night Court; they were attempting to get some sense from the nobility. Next to him, Max felt Fragrant jump each time a flash bulb went off. She hated being disturbed by the press, and given her current dishevelled state, it would hurt her even more if a picture of her were to appear in Canterlot Night, or some other publication.
“Fragrant,” whispered Max as gently as he could. “I need you to be strong for a few minutes. We need to get past the press. Then we can get back to your estate, where it’s safe.”
She looked up, incomprehension showing in her still streaming eyes. He hated to see her like this, hated there to be a world where she could be reduced to this. “Please!” he begged. “You’re the strongest mare I know, you can do this, it’s not far. You can do this, you’re Duchess Fragrant Posey of Cloudsdale.”
“Cloudsdale,” she breathed and straightened up. Still leaning against Max, she drew herself to her full height and raised her head.
Good, thought Max. That was the Fragrant he knew, that he loved.
“Duchess Posey,” yelled a newspony as Fragrant and Max pushed their way through the expanding crowd of nobles. “Can you give us a statement on what just happened? What did Luna tell the court?”
“No comment,” yelled Max, brusquely pushing the reporter aside. Fragrant’s air chariot was only a short distance away where they had left it, what felt like days ago now.
“Duchess?” repeated the reporter.
“No... No comment,” said Fragrant, head up and looking into the distance, every inch the icy noble. Max could feel her body trembling against his flanks, but she didn’t show it.
“Luna’s speech... Some sort of scandal? Comment on... Duchess...” thundered the crowd as the pair reached the chariot and began to board, the chauffeurs pushing back the press. They had only just got in place when the vehicle lurched into the air. For a moment it was followed by a small crowd of press pegasi, but they quickly turned back in search of easier prey.
Max collapsed back in his seat, feeling exhausted. What a night!
Fragrant curled up next to him and began to gently sob again.
The chariot quickly took them back to Fragrant’s manor and Max dismissed the chauffeurs. The house seemed empty – maybe the servants were all asleep, thought Max. He was glad for that; he was sure Fragrant wouldn’t want them to see her like this… he didn’t want to see her like this. He didn’t understand why the Princess’s words had hit her so badly. They hurt, he knew they hurt, to find that he had failed his ruler, that the whole court had; it cut deep, but he could take it for the moment. Maybe having to think for another pony helped. But why had it reduced Fragrant to this state?
He gently led Fragrant through the house and into her rooms. As they went, she recovered some of her strength, her sobs slowing but still not ceasing. “I’m sorry,” she muttered. “I’m sorry for being so weak. What Luna said, what she told everypony, it was true, I bribed an official to help put through a bill to aid Cloudsdale. It just seemed to take so long to do things properly. But I thought I’d already been punished, punished so badly, my... my princess... why?” she sobbed again, collapsing onto the bed and curling up.
Max knelt down next to her. “I... I helped another member of the court cover up something illegal they were doing. I know I shouldn’t have, I knew it was wrong, but I did it anyway. That’s far worse. It didn’t benefit my people or Equestria.”
“Oh, Max! What are we going to do?” she wailed.
“We have to do better! We have to show the Princess she can trust us, that we can do what is right!”
“But how can we? Everypony, the whole Night Court. None of us were clean, none of us were good enough.”
“Then we all need to work together to be better. All of us.”
“I wish I could believe that.” She shook her head slowly.
“You’ll see,” said Max with more certainty than he felt. “Things will look better in the morning. A little sleep and you’ll feel better.” Please feel better, I can’t bear to see you like this. He stood and started to turn for the door.
“Max!” she cried, almost in a panic. “Please, can you... can you stay?” She continued, her voice levelling a little as he turned back. “I... I don’t want to be alone. I don’t want to feel so alone.”
A slight blush grew on Max face. Did she... no, she didn’t mean that. She just needed somepony to comfort her. “Of course,” he said. “I’ll stay as long as you need me.” He moved back to the bed and gently drew the sheets over the still clothed form of Fragrant, tucking her in as if she were a little filly before trotting around to the other side of the bed. He clambered onto it a little awkwardly, and shifted over on top of the sheets until his body was almost in contact with hers. He’d dreamed of a moment like this many times before… He looked up into her still wet and miserable looking eyes. …but he’d never wanted things to be like this.
“Please, can you... can you hug me?” she asked. “It... it makes me feel better.”
He reached out his legs and at first cautiously pulled her body next to his, his head resting on hers. He felt her stiffen for a moment, then relax. “Thank you,” she mumbled.
“Don’t worry.” He kissed her gently on her forehead. “I’ll always be here, as long as you need me.”
He kept holding her for a long time. He felt her heartbeat – even through their clothes – slow as she fell asleep and her face relaxed. He still kept her gripped tightly in his arms even after he joined her in temporary oblivion.
Fragrant snapped awake. Blinking groggily, she glanced around her room. It was just starting to get light – she had hours before she’d have to get up. In the back of her mind, warning alarms were going off, but she tried to ignore them. Giving a slight groan, she began to burrow back into her sheets. It was harder than she expected; something seemed to be constraining her. She’d just had the strangest dream: going to the gala, dancing a tango with Max, then being cursed to only be able to speak the truth and admitting her feelings for him, and him revealing he felt the same. It had been a nice fiction. Then it had turned into a nightmare. She shuddered slightly. The filly with the horn and wings had been there – she was common in Fragrant’s night terrors. Being berated by the princess for her corruption was again a common theme in her darker nights, but this time it had been different, more realistic; the whole court had been there to see her humiliation. It was strange what her mind came up with when under stress. So what did she have to do today? Whenever today was. She couldn’t quite seem to...
Her eyes widened as recollection returned to her still half asleep brain in a flood. It had all been real! She had to... had to something... somehow appease Luna... she was a bad pony... she had to... She struggled to get to her hooves, heart racing. A grey hoof gently wrapped itself around her barrel and it and its twin – which she only then realised she was lying on – slowly contracted, pulling her towards a source of warmth seeming to cover her whole back. She felt the weight of a head rest on her withers, and as suddenly it had started, her panic stopped. She felt so safe. A wave of drowsy relaxation ran over her body and her heart slowed, the tension drained out of her limbs, and her eyes became heavy.
As long as she could remember, being constricted had made her feel safe. Most pegasi found it scary to be constrained, to be unable to fly free, but she loved the feeling of being held tightly. It made her feel protected and loved... so very loved... as long as she stayed like this, nothing could hurt her. As she drifted back into sleep, her last thought was that she never wanted this feeling to end.
Slowly, Max was washed ashore from the sea of dreams, an unwelcome beam of light shining onto his face. He could sense it even with his eyes closed. It must be past midday by now – time to get up.
But he didn’t want to! He was happy to stay here, forearms wrapped around his nice warm soft comforter, his face buried in its floral-scented nest of hair. Wait, that wasn’t right, was it? He carefully opened an eye to glance at the mess of pink mane directly in front of his snout, and then the gorgeous mare it sat atop. Oh, this was one of those dreams, then. He might as well enjoy it while it lasted. He pulled the unconscious pony closer until they fit together seamlessly. He felt a little annoyed that his sleeping mind had decided to put both a blanket and two sets of clothes between himself and the mare in his forearms; still, snuggling was nice. Opening his muzzle, he took the mare’s nearest ear in his mouth and gently bit down on it. His partner gave a delightful little shudder and squeak. Disturbed, Fragrant rolled over in her sleep, trapping one of Max’s legs under her weight. He struggled to contain a hiss of pain. Wait a minute, that didn’t seem right! Suddenly he was wide awake and both eyes shot open. Fragrant was lying on him! He was in the same bed as Fragrant!
Memories of last night came crashing down on him, but he ignored most of them, concentrating on the mare lying only a few inches in front of him. She was perfect; her mane looked like a bird’s nest and her make up was ruined from last night’s tears, but still perfect. Relaxed in slumber, she looked so much better than her distressed state last night. He tried to repress a shudder lest he wake her. She had taken the Princess’s words so badly. It just wasn’t fair that she singled out Fragrant out of all of the rest of the court – there had to be much worse ponies in the government. Max sighed. Apparently they were all much worse. Not even one member of the court had lived up to Luna’s expectations, himself included, and it was their own faults. Fragrant probably had done whatever she’d done with the best of intentions, but why had he helped Buttercup? Because he liked her? Because the crime seemed victimless? Why did things have to get so complicated?
On top of all that, what would he and Fragrant do now? What would she think when she finally awoke? Would she regret what she had said? Would she be embarrassed? And if she wasn’t, what would they do, what were they to each other? Should they start dating? Where could they go? He knew she could dance, yes indeed she could dance. Did Canterlot have hoedowns? Or the theatre? So many questions. He kept messing up when he thought about things – maybe he could just lie here for a while longer, admiring the spectacular view. That seemed the right thing to do.
Fragrant shifted again, bringing a wave of pins and needles to his trapped leg. He gently tried to shift it, but it was securely wedged. If he pulled it out, he’d probably wake Fragrant, and he’d be happier to gnaw his own leg off than do that.
In front of him, Fragrant’s eyes gently flickered open, her saliva covered ear flicking a few times. She took a few seconds to realise what she was seeing, then a smile graced her face and her eyes drifted closed again. “Max,” she mumbled, making his heart beat faster. Then her eyes shot open again. “Max!” she repeated much louder.
“Um, hi,” said Max, waving slightly with his free forearm.
They remained there for quite some time, muzzles only separated by a short distance, an awkward silence taking up the space.
“Thank you,” began Fragrant, “For looking after me last night, I fell apart,” she said lamely.
“Yes, well, no problem.”
“No, I’m sorry, it... it just hit me so hard... Luna shouting at me like that, she... she was right, I...” Her eyes started to water again, and almost without thinking, Max tightened his grip on her, pulling them even closer together and resting his forehead against hers.
“I’m sure you did it with the best of intentions,” he muttered.
“I... I don’t know, I... I have to tell you.” She gently pushed him away again.
“No, you don’t have to, if you don’t want to.”
She sniffed and took a deep breath. “No, I have to tell somepony. It was a long time ago, almost twenty years now. I hadn’t been in court very long, I was still finding my hooves. I... I wasn’t as good as my mother had been, I had money but not many connections. There was a grant going, to help improve hospital facilities, to build a new m-maternity ward.” She shut her eyes for a moment. “That sort of thing rarely goes to a cloud city where only one of the tribes can use the facilities, but Cloudsdale really needed it. We needed a facility for potentially grounded foals to be born. It’s not good for a foal if it can’t run in its first few hours and we’d need several professionals to cast cloud walking spells or special enchanted equipment for that, both of which would be expensive. But I... my city needed it. There were several other cities putting in bids for the monies and some might have been better than mine, but I really needed the grant so I... I bribed one of the clerks to misplace some of the paperwork for the other bids. They all made it to the vote but they didn’t look so good. In the end Cloudsdale got the money, but I don’t know if it would have without the bribe. I... I felt so bad about it, it made me s-sick. I... it wasn’t worth it.” She started to weep again. “Life... it... punished.” Max drew her against himself again and rocked her gently. What did she mean by punished?
“But you never did it again, did you?” he asked.
She looked up at him and shook her head, unable to speak.
“What you did was wrong, but I... I think you’ve done a lot of good over the years to make up for it. And you had the best intentions for your people, for all the foals.”
Fragrant started to sob again.
“Mine didn’t even have the best of intentions, really,” said Max. “I found out that a fellow courtier was using illegal magic to help her fa... to help a relative. I should have reported her, but it seemed such a little thing. It felt like it was doing more good than bad. But it wasn’t up to me to make the decision.”
Fragrant pulled her head back and looked at him hard for a moment, before drying her eyes with the sheet. “Who was it, Max?” she asked.
“I’m sorry.” He shook his head. “I can’t tell you, it’s my crime now.”
A slight smile spread over her face. “Why do you have to be so noble, Max? Is that why you broke up with her?”
“Well... um, how did you know? I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
“I’d never force you to have to do the same for me,” said Fragrant.
“So, um, does that mean we’re, um, well, together then?” asked Max hesitantly, not wanting to risk jinxing it.
She looked away shyly. “We have spent the night together, sort of.” She gestured at the sheets separating them.
“Well, I suppose so, but, well, I never thought you’d want, well, me. There have to be so many more powerful stallions you could have if you wanted.”
Fragrant impetuously leaned forwards and gently kissed the top of Max’s muzzle, silencing him. “Hush. I don’t want any other stallion, I want you.” She smiled. “I think we can probably think of last night as being our first ‘date’ as it were, even if it didn’t end so well.”
“So, we’re dating?” Max’s heart jumped as a smile spread across his face.
“Courting, if... if you’ll have me?” she looked coy and unsure for a moment.
“Of course! I’d do anything for you, sing it from the mountain top, light the...”
“Maybe we could keep things a little more low key for the moment? The press can be...” She shuddered, sending a fresh wave of pins and needles through Max’s trapped leg. “...rather intrusive around the romantic lives of nobles.”
“Well, if you want to,” said Max, a little crestfallen. “We could go to Baron Fields’ retirement party together?” he suggested.
Fragrant raised an eyebrow.
“Not much of a date, eh?” said Max.
“No, and not very private, although I will of course be going. I have known the baron for a long time.”
“I’m sure I’ll think of something, then. Oh, we don’t have much time, I’m due to head back to Nulpar in a fortnight.”
“And I am returning to Cloudsdale in a few weeks once Forming has settled in.” Fragrant sighed. “But I am sure we can make the best of the time we have, and we can write while we are apart. Distance can make the heart grow fonder, you know. Just don’t expect all of our dates to end with you in my bed – I was raised to be a proper mare,” she said strictly. Max’s face fell and Fragrant couldn’t help but giggle at his look of dismay. She kissed him again on the lips. “That should keep you going for the moment. Remember, good things come to those who wait.”
They laid there, looking at each other as time passed; maybe a few minutes, maybe an hour.
“So what do we do now?” asked Max.
“Well, sooner or later we’re going to have to get up,” noted Fragrant regretfully.
“I meant about the court.”
“Oh.” Fragrant sighed. “Not one of us clean,” she mumbled. “I suppose it’s a good sign that the Princess didn’t dissolve the court straight away, but I don’t know what to do. It seems so big, so difficult.”
“No!” exclaimed Max. “It’s not difficult. We just have to be better, be the government that Equestria deserves.”
“If only it was that easy.”
“It can be. We just have to try our hardest, work together, make things right.”
“Maybe...” muttered Fragrant. “All it took to stop my feud with Jet Stream was to stop fighting, but what about...”
“See, we can be better, you just have to be brave enough to try.”
“You are right,” said Fragrant, sitting up in bed and finally releasing Max’s aching leg. “We’ll need to gather together whatever courtiers we can and try to organise them, to come up with a plan to prove to the Princess that we really want to do better. Wallflower might be best to contact first; she has the widest connections of the courtiers I’m close to. Maybe Night Light as well,” she said to herself.
Max looked up at her with a smile. That was the mare he admired and loved, so smart, organised, brave... his list was broken off as his stomach rumbled loudly. “Maybe we can talk about it over breakfast?” he suggested.
“Hum... Oh, good idea. I could... we could probably both do with cleaning up as well.”
Max looked at Fragrant. She was radiant, but yes, her hair could do with a brush, and her makeup had run from her tears, both last night and more recently. “You wash and I’ll see about rustling up something to eat,” he suggested before leaping off of the bed. To his surprise, his still sleeping leg collapsed beneath him and he fell to the ground.
“Max!” cried Fragrant in surprise, scooting over to the edge of the bed to see what had happened.
“Don’t worry,” said Max, rubbing his aching leg. “Just a bit of a trip.” He glanced around for his hat, then remembered that one of the foals at the Gala still had it. He doubted he’d see it again. Oh well, he thought, shrugging as he staggered to the door before closing it behind him.
Fragrant watched Max leave the room before sighing and rolling over. She took a deep breath from the cooling furrow that Max had just abandoned, feeling her body tense then relax. She did so love the smell of his unwashed body. She probably shouldn’t tell him that, it sounded rather... off. She remained there, her snout buried in the sheets for a moment, before rather unwillingly rolling out of bed and stretching all six limbs. She really could do with a shower, and it was starting to get late. She was surprised one of her maids hadn’t... her servants! How could she explain Max’s presence to them? How could she explain it to her family? She rushed to the door.
Max yawned as he trotted out of Fragrant’s room, a certain skip in his step. He’d visited her estate enough times to know most of its layout; the kitchen should be in this direction, he thought as he set off. He knew he should feel down about the court, but at the moment he felt on top of the world. He was dating Fragrance! He’d never even allowed himself to hope things would work out this well. He was about to start whistling when his way was blocked by a yellow shape. He staggered back as he came face to neck with a large, yellow-coated stallion with a flaming red mane. “Oh excuse me,” Max exclaimed.
The towering stallion looked down in surprise, his eyes flickering back and forth between Max and the door he had just exited before narrowing. “What are you doing here?” he growled in a deep voice, then continued before Max had a chance to answer. “You wouldn’t happen to be Baron Mounty Max, would you?”
“Err, yes,” said Max. Who was this?
“I’m Thunderous, Thunderous Posey.”
Max’s eyes widened. Fragrant’s brother! What was he doing here? Max looked down at his rather crumpled outfit and the door to Fragrant’s bedroom he’s just come from. Oh, this probably doesn’t look good. “Oh, um, nice to meet you, I didn’t know you were here.”
“Fragrant didn’t mention me? What exactly is your relationship with my sist...”
The door behind them burst open, halting Thunderous in mid-sentence. Fragrant came rushing out in a panic. “Max!” she cried. “You...” She noticed her brother standing there, looking rather surprised, and quickly tried to compose herself. “Oh, I see you’ve already met my brother.”
“We just sort of bumped into each other,” said Max.
“Yes,” agreed Thunderous, “when he came out of your bedroom. I was going to check if you were awake yet. It’s almost lunchtime.”
“Max escorted me back from the Gala,” explained Fragrant. “It was very late and we... we fell asleep together, nothing more. Not that it is your business.”
“Nothing more? Wasn’t there a bit more to your dress last night?” asked Thunderous raising an eyebrow.
“I had to tear it off when it got in the way,” said Fragrant, blushing as she realised what she’d just said.
“Uh!” exclaimed Thunderous. “Too much information, Smelly.” The large stallion looked a little green for a moment.
“That’s not what I meant, Boom Boom!” cried Fragrant, slapping him lightly on the shoulder.
“Relax, Smelly. It’s not my business who you take home from the gala, even though I thought you had better taste. But as long as you’re happy.” He paused. “You are happy, right?” he asked more quietly. “You’d tell me if you weren’t?” He glared at Max for a moment.
Fragrant relaxed and hugged her brother. “I am happy, Thunderous.” She turned to Max. “Very happy.” She smiled like the sun rising.
“Good,” said Thunderous now smiling as well. “Now, food?” he asked.
“Give me a few minutes to clean up.”
“Ok, it’ll give me a chance to get acquainted with Max here.” The large stallion gave Max a pat on the back with one of his forehooves, almost driving the smaller stallion to his knees.
“Good,” said Fragrant, looking back and forth between the two stallions. “I will not be long.” She trotted back into her bedroom.
There was a long moment of silence as Thunderous seemed to measure Max with his eyes, and Max couldn’t help but think he came up rather wanting. “You run the Cloudsdale weather factories, don’t you?” he asked, trying to start a conversation.
“Yes, we provide weather to over seventy percent of Equestria. So, you and my sister?”
“Really, nothing happened last night... not that I didn’t want something to happen, she’s a beautiful mare... but she’s very special to me and...”
“Good,” growled Thunderous, turning to Max. His eyes were hard. “Because I can’t help but notice that she’d been crying recently. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?” he spat.
“Last night was very upsetting for her. I tried to help her as much as I could... I’d never want her to cry, ever.”
“What did happen last night? The newspaper reports are rather vague. The Princess called some sort of meeting, didn’t she?”
“It... Fragrant should probably explain it herself, but it was bad.”
Thunderous seemed to digest this for a moment. “Now, for some strange reason my sister seems to like you, Mounty, but what are your intentions towards her? A way to climb up the ladder? A notch on your bedpost?” he spat, stamping a large hoof on the ground. “She’s been hurt before, very badly. I won’t let that happen again.” He shook his head.
“No! I would never hurt Fragrant, she’s... she’s.... I don’t have the words, but I would rather die than cause her any pain.”
“You better, because if even one of those tears was because of you, then the only weather you will ever see again will be bad weather. In fact, if you really do care for her, you should just leave now, because you really don’t look good enough for her,” said Thunderous, drawing himself to his full height and towering over Max.
“That would be up to Fragrant, not you. If she doesn’t want me, then I would leave.”
“And what exactly would you do to stop me from making you leave?” he glared, pushing forwards against the smaller stallion.
Max took a step towards Thunderous, looking up and snorting so their muzzles almost touched. “Well, first I’d find a ladder,” he began. “Then I’d punch you in the mouth!”
Thunderous looked shocked for a moment. Then a grin spread across his face and he gave a barking laugh. “You know, I think I might like you, Baron Max. It’s a shame you seem to be dating my sister, or I might actually be your friend.” He threw an arm over Max’s back. “While we wait for Fragrant, I’ll introduce you to the rest of the family.”
Fragrant tidied herself up as quickly as she could – she didn’t want to leave Max and her brother together for too long, but she also didn’t want Thunderous to raise any more questions about her bedraggled state. She didn’t have time to brush out her mane so she quickly did it up in a practical bob and washed off her makeup. She abandoned her ruined dress; it was a shame, Suri had done a good job. She'd have to patronize her again in the future. For a moment she considered going to see her family unclothed – she could normally deal with them without aid – but having to talk about Max would probably put her under extra pressure. She thought for a moment and quickly threw on the first summer dress she found in her wardrobe. Checking the mirror, she at least looked equine, if not her best.
She nodded to herself and trotted off to the smallest dining room where she normally entertained any visiting family. There sat Thunderous, Edelweiss, Forming and Max; the latter looking a little awkward. “Oh, Fragrant, you look much better,” said Max, standing up. “Not that you didn’t look good earlier, because…”
“Thank you, Max,” said Fragrant, as she trotted over to the table. Max pulled out a chair, causing Edelweiss and Forming to share a look, and she sat down next to him with Thunderous on her other side. A light lunch – or breakfast from her and Max’s perspective – had been laid out by the staff. She began to select a range of vegetables and place them on her plate, and the others sitting around the table followed suit.
“So,” said Thunderous eventually. “How was the gala? I heard there was some sort of disturbance.”
“There was an,” she wasn’t sure how to describe the creature that had been apprehended, “Intruder, but she was captured by the guard before too much damage could be done.” Physical damage, anyway. The damage to the court's reputation, well, she still needed to sort out what to do about that. No need to bring any of her family into that yet, although Thunderous had no doubt heard most of what had occurred; she sometimes thought he had more contacts at court than she did. “The Princess briefed the court about the implications.” She shuddered a little. “I’ll talk to you about it later, and to Forming as well.” Should she still have her niece act as her proxy given what had happened? She would have to think about it.
Edelweiss finally pointed out the elephant in the room. “And Baron Max, what brings you here at zis time?”
“Oh, well, you see...” began Max hesitantly.
Fragrant bit her lip for a moment. She could probably make something up about an early meeting… she glanced at Max’s crumpled suit. No, she didn’t want the press to know about her new relationship, but these were her family – if she couldn’t trust them, who could she trust? “Max is a colleague, and a friend, and…” Fragrant felt herself tense. She had to get the words out. “And he is my coltfriend,” she said. The words felt good on her tongue. Max’s head shot around to Fragrant in surprise, but she put her hoof on his own. A goofy grin slowly spread over Max’s face and for a moment she thought he might start to cheer.
There was silence around the table for a moment. Edelweiss was the first to speak. “Oh zhat is marvellous!” she cried, stretching over the table to nuzzle Fragrant. “I knew you’d find somepony! However did you meet?”
“Oh, well, I’d just arrived in Canterlot and Fragrant was waiting at the station to greet me,” said Max.
“He wasn’t actually on the train, of course,” chided Fragrant. “He decided to climb the mountain and turned up several hours late, so I had to wait for him.”
“Making a mare wait, that iz bad form, baron,” chided Edelweiss.
“Climb the mountain?” piped up Forming.
“Yes, it’s, um, my mark. I wanted to prove to myself I could do it, and, well, the view is amazing.”
“Oh, I know! Whenever I’m in Canterlot I so want to sketch the Canterhorn, the sunrise can be magnificent.”
“I know just the place, there’s a ledge on one of the castle’s towers where you can see the sun rise over the whole city,” said Max excitedly.
“Zo where are you from?” asked Edelweiss. “Your accent, makes me think...”
Fragrant leaned back and let her families voices flow around her as they began to chat with Max, Thunderous still sounded a little disapproving but even he seemed to be warming up to Max. He really was hard to dislike. She still had to think about the court, but for the moment it seemed like nothing could go wrong.
The butler interrupted the conversation with a discreet cough. Fragrant looked up at the deceptively young-looking mare. “Yes?”
“There is a page here for you, madam.”
Fragrant frowned. What could this be about? “Show her in, please, Loyal.”
“Of course, madam.” Loyal Service turned before returning momentarily with a mare with an almost aggressively pink coat and mane.
“Duchess Posey,” said the mare formally. “The Princess requests a meeting with you at your earliest convenience.”
The blood seemed to freeze in her veins and Luna’s words from last night echoed around her head. Not more punishment, she thought. She must have paled, as she felt Max’s hoof come to rest on one of her forelegs, and a moment later her brother gripped her other foreleg. She tried to relax and think. The Princess had sent a page rather than a guard to summon her, and the wording of the request was standard; maybe this would just be a normal meeting? She doubted it, though. “Thank you,” she replied, trying to keep a waiver from her voice. “Please tell her majesty that I will attend her within the hour.”
The page bowed and turned, quickly galloping off.
“I could come in with you, you know,” said Max.
“The invitation was for me alone,” replied Fragrant a little regretfully. They were standing in a small waiting room in the castle. Thunderous and his family had been persuaded to stay back at the estate, but Max had insisted on coming with her.
“I don’t know what else she can have to say, after how she treated you last night.”
Fragrant once again tried to hold back a shudder – she remembered last night well. “This may not have anything to do with that. She might want to talk about business. The court may be closed, but the ministry of weather carries on all year.” She could hope.
“I suppose,” muttered Max. Then he leaned forward and put a leg around her. “I just don’t want to see you like that again.”
Fragrant felt her legs buckle for a moment, but Max held her up. Then she felt fresh strength flow into her. She sniffed, luxuriating in his scent.
“I’ll wait for you here,” suggested Max.
“No, you should go home and clean up. It’s been a long day for you.” He pulled back, taking his fragrance with him. “Once you’re done, try to arrange a meeting for us with Wallflower, or Sands if she’s unavailable. We need to talk about the rest of the court.”
Max nodded. “I’ll do what I can.”
“Good,” said Fragrant as the page from earlier opened the double door leading into the meeting room. With a last look at Max, Fragrant took a deep breath, drew herself up, and strode into the room.
The Princess was sitting at one side of a conference table. Fragrant trotted to a halt in front of her ruler. “Your highness.” She bowed, just a little lower than was required.
“Duchess,” said the Princess, nodding towards a seat opposite her. Fragrant sat as directed, butterflies starting to flutter in her stomach. “Thank you for being so prompt…”
“It is no problem, your majesty,” said Fragrant. “I had nothing planned for today, and I serve at your pleasure.”
Luna looked at her sharply for a moment, then her gaze became gentler. “Thank you.”
“Is anypony else going to be attending?” Fragrant glanced around the room. This was one of the smaller meeting rooms, designed to only seat half a dozen or so, but even given the Princess's size, the room seemed empty with just the two of them. Fragrant briefly wondered why the meeting was not being carried out in Luna’s chambers; maybe the princess did not want it to seem too informal?
“No I think only you and I will be necessary. You have recovered from last night?” she asked.
“I... I am sorry for my loss of control,” said Fragrant, lowering her eyes. She wasn’t going to cry again, she wasn’t!
“Don’t be,” said Luna, surprisingly gently. “Tears are honest. I am sorry I had to pick on you.” Then her tone hardened again. “I had great hopes for you, and it was disappointing to find out about your earlier misdeeds.”
For a moment Fragrant felt like arguing – it had been so long ago, and only once – but the Princess was right, wrong was wrong. “I am sorry I disappointed you, your majesty.”
“It has not just been the court. I and my representatives have had words with the castle and ministry staff. There will be investigations, many investigations into their actions, but still in some ways I am just as disappointed in myself. As I told the ponies of Ponyville, the actions of the Night Court are ultimately my own actions.”
Fragrant looked up, and for a moment met her gaze with the Alicorn of the night. “No,” she said, shaking her head. “We are responsible for our own actions.”
“It often seems that not all of your colleagues feel the same way. However, as a ruler you understand that you have a responsibility for those you rule and vice versa. I am responsible for all the ponies of Equestria, including the Night Court.” said Luna. “However, I did not summon you here to be entirely maudlin. There are matters of state to discuss.”
The Princess and Fragrant talked for the next hour about various weather ministry business; although some was quite urgent and several times Fragrant wished she had her notes or assistant on hoof, she was surprised. None of the matters discussed would require the Princess to be here in person. Fragrant began to believe that the meeting had some ulterior motive.
“I think we are just about done here, duchess,” said Luna at last. “Unless we have something else to discuss?”
“I do not think so, your majesty. I just want to once again apologize for my past lapse. I really do regret my actions.” Keep it together, she told herself, feeling her eyes start to water again. It always hurt to think of that time, and to have it brought up so painfully. Would the pain ever stop?
“I would like to accept your words, but sometimes words are not enough,” intoned Luna.
“Is there something I can do to regain your favour?” asked Fragrant, feeling a possible spot of hope.
“It is not just my favour you and the other courtiers need to regain – it is the trust of the ponies of Equestia. Your own actions may have been for their benefit rather than you own, but still they do not deserve such methods. You need to be the ruler the land deserves,” said Luna, getting to her hooves. She walked to the room’s large window, watching the afternoon sun glitter over the city below.
“I’ll do my very best, your majesty,” said Fragrant.
“I’m sure you will, as well a few others... Baron Max, Count Glowing Light, Vicereine Wallflower, Viceroy Ni... perhaps not.” She sighed. “But it is not enough. A house cannot stand with only a few solid beams. It may linger for a while, but a storm will still cause it to fall, and I fear my sister may be that storm. I may yet need to demolish the house and start again.”
“What more can I do?” asked Fragrant trying to keep the pleading from her voice.
Luna stiffened for a moment, and Fragrant feared that she would shout again. Then she relaxed. “You, I can forgive; your crime is relatively small and your remorse seems genuine. Though it still pains me, I had hoped you were better than this. But I cannot forgive you all, not without a sign, something to make me believe that the good in the court outweighs the bad. That my words from last night will actually sink in, that things will not return to how they were. Please, I need hope.” She was almost begging.
Fragrant sat looking at her Princess for a long moment before bowing again. “I will try.”
“I am sure you will, and I am glad you will not have to do this alone. A burden shared is a burden halved, as they say. I am sure you have a certain special somepony to help you,” she said with a small grin and a literal twinkle in her eye.
Fragrant felt her cheeks warm. Could she know about her and Max? How? “Y... yes, your majesty. May I go?”
“Of course, you are dismissed. Thank your for your service, Duchess Posey.”
Max felt a little overawed, surrounded as he was by a group of powerful mares. Once he had left Fragrant with the princess, he had quickly returned home to wash and change. He’d picked up Fragrant’s discarded socks from last night and decided to return them as quickly as possible; he didn’t want her to think he might be keeping them for... untoward purposes. Then he set off to try and arrange a meeting with the vicereine to discuss gathering the court; her office had been surprisingly empty, but he had eventually found an assistant willing to take a message to his employer, and he had quickly returned with a note. To Max’s surprise, it was not from Wallflower but her wife – Vicereine Consort Holly Bush – who had agreed to a meeting.
Max had spent a while finding a page to take a message to Fragrant once the Princess finished with her, and then finally waited for her to arrive. It hadn’t taken long. He’d been glad to see that she seemed calm after her meeting; he’d feared the Princess would have lambasted her again, but she even seemed a little upbeat. Unlike the vicereine, who sat slumped deep in her chair, staring into a large glass of brandy resting on her hoof. Next to Wallflower sat her wife, Holly. The two of them were a study in contrasts. Whereas Wallflower was short and plump, Holly was tall and thin; her pale blue coat and mint mane made her seem cold, and her eyes magnified through the lenses of her glasses made Max feel like she was studying him. However, currently she only had eyes for her wife.
“So it sounds like the Princess wants some sort of gesture from the court to show you’ve turned over a new leaf?” asked Holly.
“I think so. She wasn’t exactly clear,” said Fragrant, sitting in her own chair in front of the couple. Max was sitting off to one side in a slightly smaller chair; he felt like a foal sitting at the adults’ table.
“Well that’s something, she hasn’t entirely lost hope in the court then. We can do something to show her they’re not all bad, can’t we dear?” asked Holly turning to her wife.
“Doesn’t matter, there's no way she’ll trust us now, ” mumbled Wallflower, eyes still fixed on her drink. “Eight centuries my family’s ruled Canterlot, and I’m the one who brought it all tumbling down.”
“Oh, Blossom,” sighed Holly, reaching out and taking her wife’s hoof. “It’s not your fault, you’ve done nothing wrong.”
“Don’t be so bloody stupid,” cried Wallflower, suddenly animate, pulling her leg back. “It’s all my fault, I’m a vicereine, I’m supposed to be in charge! I run the diplomatic corps, of course I knew what the court was doing! But I was happy to just ignore it all because they weren’t trying to challenge me!” Holly backed away from her wife, startled by her outburst. “Oh, Holly, I’m sorry, I didn’t...” continued Wallflower, seeing the taller mare’s reaction.
Holly quickly composed herself and reached out to take her wife’s hoof again. “I know you don’t mean it, any of it. You’re a good mare. Now stop being so stupid and do something about it.”
“I... I don’t... how, how can we fix this? The whole court? There have already been resignations already, you know. Over a dozen. Most of them the old guard, ponies I’d expect to resign in a few years anyway, probably not got the stamina for a change, but young ones too. Good and bad ponies alike.”
“We need to gather as many of the court together as we can,” said Fragrant. “And we need to agree on what to do, how we can show the Princess that we really do want to do better.”
“Maybe,” muttered Wallflower. “But what could we propose? Some way to limit our powers? Some sort of check on the court?”
“Well,” said Max. The others in the room jumped a little as if they had forgotten he was there. “The Princess did mention replacing us with mayors. Maybe they could be given further powers, a sort of second court elected by the ponies?”
“That doesn’t seem very practical, Max,” said Fragrant. “Most mayors don’t have much experience at wider organisation. I don’t think they’d make a good court.”
Wallflower nodded. “Plus they get changed every few years; you really need longer to learn the ropes at court.”
“Well I was a mayor, you remember?” said Max, feeling a little snubbed. He thought his idea had been a good one.
“Yes, and see how hard you’ve found it?”
Max couldn’t really argue with that one. “Well, it was just a thought,” he mumbled.
“And not that bad of one,” said Wallflower. “A bit impractical, but you might be onto something about a big change.”
“Some sort of improved investigatory service, maybe? Something to crack down on general corruption?” said Fragrant. “Some of the ministries have them, but they normally focus on staff rather than the nobility, and of course they are run by the relevant ministers.” She herself headed a group involved in auditing weather managers; a distressing proportion of their budgets often went to other purposes.
“There is the Internal Affairs Bureau, it’s supposed to police the court,” pointed out Holly.
“That agency has been a joke for a long time now,” said Fragrant. Max hadn’t even heard of it.
“Mostly because the court’s spent the last hundred years or so limiting its power. It used to be an important organ of state after the big reshuffle of 802,” said Wallflower, tapping her muzzle with her hoof. “But it’s an idea, a start at least. I could probably push something through to strengthen it while court is ‘closed’.”
“No, the Princess doesn’t just want one or two of us to do this, she wants us all to show that this is what we want. Plus pushing things through without following procedure is something we’re trying to avoid.”
“I get your point, but the whole court agreeing?” said Wallflower with a raised eyebrow. “That’ll be like herding cats.” Next to her one of her orthros’s heads growled quietly while the other blinked sleepily.
“We’ve done it before. Remember the King Hindenburg rebuttal? We got unanimous support on that one.”
“Good point. I’ll see what I can do,” said Wallflower, leaping out of her chair, seemingly energised. She downed her drink in a single gulp and slammed the glass down into the table. Next to her, both heads of her pet perked up. “Holly, if you could get on that speaking cable thing and try to get in touch with the closer provinces and get their courtiers back here, I’ll try to light a fire under some of the higher-ups.”
“It’s called a telegraph, dear,” sighed Holly.
“I know, Holly-Wally,” said Wallflower giving her wife a kiss on the cheek. “Come on, Liebe, Toleranz, the game is ahoof!” called Wallflower as she galloped towards the door, followed by the bounding dog-like creature.
Holly smiled as her wife thundered off. “That’s the Wallflower I married,” she mumbled. “Once we’ve gathered everypony together, shall we all meet up in the banqueting hall at, say, sunset?” she asked.
“I think that will work,” agreed Fragrant. “Come on, baron, we have work to do.”
“Of course,” said Max prizing himself out of his chair. “What do you want me to do?”
Fragrant paused for a moment, cocking her head in thought. “I’ll try the manors in the city, you check if anypony is still in their offices.”
“On it,” agreed Max as the two of them rushed out into the castle.
“Er, hello?” called Max. “Is anyone in?” The only answer was silence. Max sighed; he hadn’t been very successful so far. Almost all of the offices he had approached had been empty, as might be expected with the court closed for the summer. A few had had servants present, but they usually didn’t know where their masters were and often only had more questions for Max; rumours of what had happened last night were already rife.
So far Max had only found two nobles. Baronet Slime Ball had been holed up in his office, working on a resignation letter; after some quite firm prodding on Max’s part, he had agreed to put it aside for the moment and come to the meeting. He’d been less successful with Countess Glory Days; she had been packing when he found her and had literally run away from Max rather than discuss the situation. He didn’t want to think about what Luna had found out that had scared the mare so badly.
Still, there were quite a few offices still to search through, thought Max. He was certain he could find some more courtiers to come to the meeting. The next door was quite simple, only having a maple leaf and a sign noting it’s owner was Duke Greengrass on it. Max paused. He didn’t like the stallion much; he’d tricked him in the past and didn’t seem to take his work seriously. Max considered not even trying for a moment, but he did recall that the duke had given him the idea of taking Brave Heart to the Princess. He guessed he did owe him something, so he reached out with a hoof and knocked on the door.
He waited for a moment, and was about to try the next door when it opened to reveal a white mare. “Baron Max?” asked Notary. “What can I do for you?”
“Oh, um, is the duke in?” asked Max.
“I am afraid that Duke Greengrass is,” she paused for a moment, seeming to think, “indisposed at the moment.”
“Who is it, Notary?” came a loud call. The white mare visibly winced.
“It is Baron Max, sir,” she called back.
“Max? Show him in, Notary.”
For a moment it seemed like the mare was going to argue, but she bit her tongue. “The duke will see you now, sir,” she said.
Max carefully trotted into the room. Several half-filled boxes and bags were spread around the office. There were several tables around the walls containing a number of lush potted plants; a few had small magical lights floating above them, providing them with their own climate.
Greengrass himself was in the inner office just visible from the door. “Ah Mounty,” he cried as Max approached. “Good to see you. What brings you here? Come to tell me I’ve been a naughty, naughty colt?” His tail lashed about, apparently unnoticed by its owner.
“Are you alright?” asked Max as he cautiously approached.
“Oh, I’m fine,” he said, smiling just a fraction too widely. “Just getting ready to return to Caneighda for the summer. What can I do for you?”
“Duchess Posey and Vicereine Wallflower are arranging a meeting for as much of the court as possible, to try and find a way to apologize to the Princess and to stop further corruption, and, well, I thought you might like to take part.”
A frown spread over Greengrass’s face. “Are you sure you’re talking to the right stallion?”
“We need to get everypony we can. We all need to decide how to deal with this, how we can do better.”
“I think I’m doing quite well, thank you.” He grinned. “Things might look a little r-rocky right now,” a light sweat broke out on his brow,”but it’ll all blow over given a little time. Lucky it’s the summer holiday now, isn’t it.”
Max couldn’t believe how calmly the duke was acting. “Look, you heard what the Princess said last night! Any more games and she’ll shut down the whole court!”
“Did she really? I might have missed that b-bit.” He glanced towards the inner office where Notary was still packing, gently laying a picture of a small herd of white ponies in a box. “That must have been what Countess Days was going on about, she seemed a bit upset. Still, I’m sure Luna doesn’t really mean it, probably just a few slaps on the hooves and that’ll be that, business as usual.”
“Missed it? How could you miss it? The whole court was summoned by the Princess!” Now that Max thought about it, he couldn’t remember seeing Greengrass in the throne room.
“Well, I didn’t get it.” The Duke shrugged. “I was doing some thinking, getting introspective, I don’t recommend it.” He paused for a moment, seeming to be unsure if he should continue. “You know what the court reminds me of? A weed. And they’re persistent things, weeds, you pull them up and leave even the smallest bit of root and they’ll be back. Besides, it’s hardly like I’m the worst of the bunch, I never burned down a factory, for instance. I’ll be fine.”
“How do you know it’ll work that way? Luna may remove us all. She said none of us are clean and she wouldn’t tolerate anything more.”
Greengrass leaned back looking relaxed, although his still thrashing tail and dipped ears put the lie to that. “There’s no way the Princess will disband the court. She needs us. The mayors would run this place into the ground. If she was smart she’d take personal control, but she’s afraid of becoming a tyrant like her sister was.”
Max shook his head. The duke didn’t seem to understand how urgent this was. “Look, are you going to come to this meeting? I don’t really like you all that much, but you seem to be a smart pony, most of the time. We could probably do with your help.”
Greengrass stared hard at Max. He blinked. He blinked again. “You really think the Princess is going to disband the court, don’t you? And you’ve come to me to try and get me to help make the court a better place? Did you perhaps miss me announcing to the world that I wanted to depose the Princess and rule in her place last night?” he asked.
Max’s jaw dropped. It was several minutes until he could speak. “Um, actually I did, I was rather, er, distracted when the truth potion was in effect.”
“Well, I did.”
“Oh, well, I suppose we all think we should be in charge now and again. I’m sure you felt bad about it once you’d said it.”
“Yes, of course I did,” Greengrass paused for a moment. “But only because I ended up saying it to the Princess's face.”
Max was flabbergasted. “But how can you say that?”
“Because I believe it! The court would be so much better if I was in charge.”
“You saw that the court was corrupt and wanted to fix it?” asked Max. Maybe Greengrass would be useful in figuring out how to reform the court after all.
“Yes. The Princesses rule is archaic, inefficient, she is out of touch with modern times. I could do much better, usher Equestria into a golden age.”
“So you think things would be better for the common pony if you were in charge?”
“Yes I do.” He paused for a moment. “Sort of.” And another. “Look, stop twisting my words to make them sound noble!”
Max smiled a bit. “I think you might be a better pony than you think you are,” he said. “If you’re interested, we’re meeting at the banqueting hall at sun down. I’ve got to be off now. At least think about it.” Max turned and, with a wave to Notary, which she confusedly returned, headed back out into the castle.
Greengrass sat there for a long time, staring into the distance. “Notary!” he called. The mare stuck her head into the office, a neatly folded knitted tea cosy resting on one hoof.
“Yes, sir?”
“Am I a good pony?” he asked.
Notary opened her mouth for a moment, then closed it again. She remained deep in thought for a long time. “I don’t know sir, I do not think I would work for an entirely evil pony. If that were the case, I’m sure Corona would pay a decent wage for a good contact in the court.”
“Is that your way of asking for raise?”
“Of course not, sir, although given what Baron Max said, our position may become rather more difficult in the coming months. Anyway, do you think you are? A good pony, I mean.”
“I didn’t think I was, but... but Caneighda’s doing well, isn’t it?”
“Yes sir, production is up, as is life expectancy and wealth.”
“How did that happen?”
“We are good at our jobs, sir.”
“And it was... fun?”
“Well I have generally enjoyed our time together.”
“I think I might have a meeting to attend, at least to find out what is said, and a pay rise may be in order for you. We wouldn’t want you defecting to Corona. I’m not sure Equestria could survive it.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Max trotted into his office, hoping for a few minutes’ peace before his meeting with the court. He’d just returned from a quick trip into the city itself to alert the guard to Dirt Digger’s activities. However, when they got to his house it was deserted, and when they finally got one of his neighbours to talk, they explained that apparently Dirt had left rather hurriedly with most of his possessions that morning, apparently scared off by somepony. Max wondered who, but it didn’t seem important right now. Buttercup would be safe from his advances, for the moment anyway.
To Max’s surprise he found Mrs G lying on top of her desk, covered in a knitted blanket snoring quietly. She stirred as he entered and opened her eyes to blink blearily at him. He stared at her for a moment before rushing over and helping her off the table. She rubbed her head with a hoof. “Cuine?” she mumbled.
“Not long until sunset,” replied Max, “What are you doing here?”
“Oh, the party went on a wee bit late. I think I might have been a little air mhisg, I wasn’t sure if I could make it home so I guess I decided to sleep here.” She smacked her lips and Max took his cue to start to heat some water at the office’s small gas stove to make tea.
“Why didn’t you use the cot in my room?” he asked.
The old nanny opened her mouth for a moment, then frowned and closed it before glaring at him.
“Never mind,” he said, returning to making the tea.
“Just a touch of the hair of the dog for me,” noted Mrs G. “Is there something you’d like to tell me, Max?” Max turned to see her pointing towards the trailing end of one of Fragrant’s socks, sticking out of his saddle bags. How long had it been hanging out like that?
“The-they’re not mine!”
“I guessed that. Why are you carrying a mare’s unmentionables around with you?”
“They’re Fragrant’s!”
Mrs Gobhar raised an eyebrow and smiled gently. “I take it last night went well, then?”
“Yes! Well, no, it was horrible!”
“Horrible?” asked Mrs G, sounding confused.
Max slumped into his chair and started to tell his assistant the story of the joyous and terrible events of last night. The goat sat there, sipping her tea and chewing the cud.
“Oh, Max.” She sighed. “The Princess had no right to treat you like that. I’ve got half a mind to tell her what I think of her.”
“But she’s the Princess, Mrs G, and what I did was wrong.”
“Doesn’t give her the right to act that way. And why was it wrong? No one got hurt.”
“No, it was illegal,” he said with finality. “But beyond that, what are we going to do about the Princess?”
“I think you’re on the right track, try to get the court to apologize to her. Maybe some sackcloth and ashes?”
“I’m not sure if that would go down well with the court.” He gave a smile at the thought of some of the prissier nobles – Viscount Blueblood for example – deliberately dirtying themselves in that way.
“Well I’m sure you, or Fragrance, will come up with something. That mare’s got brains even if she doesn’t know her heart.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well it took her long enough to do something about you, didn’t it?”
“But how long...” sad Max gawping.
“I don’t know for certain, but I’d guess the first time she met you, give or take a few days.”
“But why didn’t she...”
“You’d need to ask her that, Max. Now,” she put down her cup, “I think we have a meeting to go to.”
“Oh, you don’t need to come.”
“I think you’ll need all the support you can get,” she said, walking a little stiffly towards the door. “Although maybe we can stop at the kitchens on the way? I fancy something sweet.”
“The meeting’s in one of the dining rooms.”
“Even better!”
The banqueting hall was worryingly empty by the time Max and Mrs G got there. Only a small huddle of maybe half a dozen nobles sat in one corner, including Fragrant, Wallflower and Holly. Baron Fields and Buttercup were also present, the old stallion studiously ignoring Max. While Mrs G veered off to find a staff member to order food from, Max bounded up to Fragrant and was about to embrace her, when she held out a hoof, her eyes flickering towards the others. Oh, he thought as his heart sunk and he shook the offered hook, they were supposed to be a secret.
“I am glad you made it, Max,” said Fragrant slightly woodenly. “Did you manage to find anypony?”
“Only half a dozen agreed to make it, I’m afraid.”
Fragrant sighed. “I had a little more success, maybe two dozen. Many have already left the city for their estates or are too scared to act.”
“I think I’ve managed to rustle up another fifty,” said Wallflower, trotting over. “Puissance still doesn’t seem to grasp that this thing affects her as much as anypony else, she doesn’t think the princess would act against her. I talked to Night Light and I think he’ll make it. We should get a few more by word of mouth.”
“Will that be enough for the Princess?” asked Fragrant.
“Who knows! Even if they turn up, getting them organised will be even harder.”
“Surely once they all realise we have to work together, they’ll co-operate, it’s for the best of Equestria and the whole court,” said Max.
“Let’s hope so,” said Fragrant. She felt Max gently lean against her in support and couldn’t help but lean back. Wallflower glanced at them and raised an eyebrow. Fragrant blushed and leapt aside so quickly Max almost fell over.
Slowly more and more nobles started to file into the room, in ones and twos and the occasional small group. Most stood apart guiltily, trying not to meet each other’s gazes. A few chatted in hushed tones. It seemed like none of the court were unaffected by last night’s castigation. Max noticed that Greengrass was one of the last to arrive, standing alone near the back with most of his peers trying to keep their distance from him.
Finally the trickle stopped, and as the moon rose outside the castle, Max estimated the final number to be a bit over a hundred, not far off half the court.
Seeing that as many ponies as could be expected had turned up, Wallflower stepped forwards to speak; to one side of her, Holly, to the other, Fragrant, the three mares standing tall. Off to one side stood Max, trying to look supportive.
“Quiet down everypony,” called Wallflower. The background chatter cut out and every eye turned to the short mare. Used to being the centre of attention, the vicereine continued to speak. “We were all present for Luna’s...” she paused for a second. “For Luna yelling at us like we were naughty foals last night. And you know most... that we all deserved it.” The crowd looked back and forth between each other guiltily. “Now, I’ve called us all together to try and do something about it, to prove to the Princess that we really deserve her forgiveness. It’s not going to be easy.” She let her words sink in for a moment. “But I think if we all...”
“There’s only one way to deal with this situation,” came a shout from the floor. Baronet Slime Ball stepped forwards. “We should all resign! Fall on our spears before the Princess fires us all! It’s the only honourable way out, let our successors start with a clean slate, its better than leaving the country in the hooves of the mayors!”
Loud chatter broke out at the Baronet's announcement. “He’s right, the mayors are all corrupt anyway,” called a pink maned mare.
“Don’t be crazy,” came another cry.
“Well I certainly don’t need to resign,” came a third. “Maybe your conscience is too guilty, but I’m sure the Princess will forgive me, right?” it begged.
Holding his head high, Slime Ball began to march toward the exit to the hall, one of two other nobles following him. On the way, Jet Stream stopped him and shared a few words, before the stallion shook his head and left the room.
“Stop!” cried Fragrance from the front of the crowd. “We can’t just despair and give up! We need to show the princess we can act fairly, that we can do her proud.” One of the stallions about to leave part turned and seemed to weigh her words before shaking his head and carrying on.
“What would you know?” came a cry from the floor. “Miss just one bribe! Luna singled you out, how do you know she’ll ever forgive you?”
Fragrant paled for a moment, then seemed to rally and stood forwards again. She tried to speak but Wallflower got there first. “Luna told us we were all corrupt, everypony! There is no need to single out scapegoats.” Out of the corner of his eye Max noticed Mrs G glaring at this slur.
The crowd quietened to a grumble.
“We all need to work together,” continued Wallflower. “Now, we all have certain agents we use to gain information on each other, certain compromised individuals we know in others’ organisations.” Many of the ponies around started to nod thoughtfully. Fragrant looked at her mentor in shock. “Most of us do, anyway. I am willing to release the names of any contacts I may have if you all will. We can take them to the Princess and she can decide what to do about them. We can all clean house, and start on a level playing field.”
“What about those courtiers not here!” called Kibitz. “They get to keep their agents?”
“We can try to put through legislation to tighten up security later, but we need to show to Luna now that we are willing to try a different way!”
“How do we know you’ll actually give up all your agents? You have the whole Diplomatic Corps behind you! This could be a trap, we give up our sources and you keep most of yours.”
“Yeah!” called another pony.
“The Vicereine wouldn't do that,” came another cry.
Max looked on in astonished horror. He couldn’t believe how split the court was. If this was a vote on some farming subsidy he could understand it, but this was an important matter. Couldn’t they just trust each other? “Look, we all need to work together, it’s for the good of Equestria,” called Max into the chaos.
“That’s easy for you to say. Who are you anyway?” called a stallion from the crowd. “You haven't been in court long enough to build up a network. It’s no loss to you!”
“Besides,” argued Countess Quill, “doesn’t our sources let us hunt for corruption in each other? This could just make things worse.”
“That is what the Internal Affairs Bureau is for,” came a voice from the back of the hall. The crowd turned to see Night Light standing there. “Its remit includes corruption amongst courtiers and their staff.”
“Its only a paper tiger,” cried Archduchess Nobility. “It has no real power and even less resources. Perhaps the guard could take over the role?”
The crowd seemed less than enthused at that idea.
“The powers and funding of the Bureau could be increased,” added Night Light.
“Such a good idea,” said Greengrass. “And that particular organisation is part of the Ministry for the Interior, is it not? One of your ministries?
Nightlight opened his mouth, then closed it and nodded.
“And of course, viceroy, you would never use your own powers to carry out a personal vendetta, would you?” his words hung in the air for a moment. “Oh wait, I’m sure the ponies of Ponyville would disagree.”
Further arguments rang across the room, growing louder and louder. Wallflower tried to call for order, but her voice was drowned out by the hubbub. Max hopped onto one of the tables and reared up before slamming his forelegs onto it; with a loud echoing snapping sound, the table splintered into two. Max staggered a little but managed to keep his balance as the courtiers all turned to him in surprise. “We all need to work together!” he yelled. “Surely we can all agree that we need to do something to show the Princess we want to make things better?”
There was a grumble from the crowd. Mellow stepped forwards. “I agree that we need to put our disagreements behind us. The events after the Gala showed that we need to all work together to gain the Princesses trust.”
“Oh, I’m sure you’d like us to think that!” cried Kibitz. “Get us to trust you, then show your true self, like you did with my daughter!”
“That was the truth potion,” said Mallow, looking pale.
“Yes, it showed us the truth, the truth of what a perverted pony you are! I never should have trusted you after what your grandmother did! I will never stand alongside a scion of house Dramatic!”
“We can’t let petty squabbles separate us,” cried Fragrance. “We must put aside our feuds.” She looked out upon the crowd. “You know of the long history of distrust between Cloudsdale and Los Pegasus? Well, I have managed to settle my differences with Marquis Jet Stream.” She gestured towards the pegasus who, after a moment’s hesitation, stepped forwards and linked her wing with her former enemy. The two of them stood as one in front of the court.
This was it, thought Max, this was when the court would start to work together, would see that mending their ways was best for them and for all of Equestria, and it would be Fragrant who would be remembered for bringing them all together. He was so proud.
Then the shouting started again, as everypony seemed to want to talk at once and all to say different things. Wallflower and Fragrant once again tried to regain order, but nopony would listen. Accusations of past and current offences flew this way and the other, suggestions were made and ignored. Max looked on is numb shock at the government of Equestria. Then, one by one, the crowd started to leave, abandoning any pretence of harmony. Max knew he should do something, get them back, make them listen to sense, but it just seemed so hopeless, he felt numb. He glanced over at Fragrant, whose face was plastered with the same emotions that he felt.
Did the government of Equestria even deserve to survive this?
Fragrant was tired, it went beyond just lack of sleep, it was a bone deep ache that made her want to just lie down and never move again.
It was almost a week since Luna’s ultimatum to the Night Court, and it seemed like she had spent almost every waking hour trying to forge the courtiers into some form of coalition, to prove to the Princess that they could work together for the good of Equestria, that they were ashamed of the corruption that had engulfed the court and wanted to do better. It was hard, possibly the hardest thing she had ever done. It wasn’t that none of the court wanted to apologize, many, likely the majority did. It was just that they didn’t trust each other. It was so frustrating, whenever one suggested a change to improve the situation others would worry that it would, in some unknown way, benefit the suggester alone and withdraw their support almost instinctively. They seemed to fear another courter getting the better of them more than the Princess’s possible wrath. Maybe the Princess had coddled them too long, they didn’t seem to understand how dangerous the situation could be.
The days of coddling were certainly gone now, the crown had not been inactive during the last few days. Quick on the heel of castigation of the court itself Luna and her most trusted assistants had similarly informed the other branches of the Equestrian government that corruption would no longer be tolerated. The pages, the bureaucrats even the guard were all being investigated. Notebook had been quite shaken after he and the other personal assistants had received their warning. Thankfully the other branches seemed less riddled than the court, honest ponies still remained among their ranks, but there was still fall out. Mass firings and resignations were taking place as the Princess cleaned house. However, she had spoken no further of the behaviour of the court itself. Fragrant couldn’t help but wonder if she was still judging them and they would still come up wanting if she couldn’t organise some public display of unity and contrition.
So she worked, and negotiated, and tried to steer the court in one direction, and failed time after time. She’d had some successes, many nobles had agreed to ‘out’ the various informers and spies they held in each other’s organisations, but all too often such agreements fell apart each side wondering if the other had really provided details of all of their contacts or still kept a few well-placed agents. The fear meant that one faction or another would break away, she would coax them back again only for the cycle to repeat itself again and again and again. It was frustrating and tiring work. She wasn’t sure how longer she could have keep it up if not for Max, bless his heart. She smiled as she thought about her coltfriend, the term still causing a little bubble of happiness in her heart. Despite the dire straits the court seemed to be in Max remained positive, she knew him well enough to know it was still taking a toll from him but he hid it well, he still had hope, and while he did, so did she.
He was, somewhat surprisingly, of practical use in her self-appointed mission as well. He wasn’t that much of a diplomat but there was something to say of his straightforward attitude, and an unexpectedly large number of courtiers owed him a favour. Perhaps his biggest strength was his newness to the court, he was not part of any feuds stretching back generations, he might not have many allies but he had no real enemies either.
Fragrant sighed, still despite his aid it was an uphill job to get the courtiers united. Tonight was Baron Fields retirement party, it was a shame to see the old stallion go but he deserved a rest after so many years’ service. Much of the court would be present at the event including several who had otherwise gone to ground, it would give her another chance to try and broker a peace and come to a consensus on what to do.
Still before then she had an unpleasant task to take care of. She looked down at the ornate blue and green outfit laid out before her, the colours of Houyhnhnm and the Baron’s family, a fitting tribute to him. She grasped the bell cord in her mouth and pulled.
Within less than a minute the maid currently on duty, an orange maned, deep purple coated unicorn, glided in. “You called ma’am,” she said bobbing slightly.
“Yes, Linen, isn’t it?” Fragrant tried to remember the names of all of her servants, she wasn’t as presumptuous as to try to know their whole life stories, but she made some effort.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Could you please help me with my dress?”
“Of course ma’am,” she looked the dress in her aura and gently started to lay it over her mistress.
“Are you happy in my service Linen?” asked Fragrant ducking her head to allow the collar to be put in place.
The unicorn seemed surprised to be asked, she blinked. “Of course ma’am.”
“Good, and are you well rewarded for your service?”
“W-well I can’t complain, you are very generous.” The servant started to look a little uneasy.
“And your duties, none of them are too onerous?”
“No ma’am.”
Dressing completed Fragrant walked over to the mirror and examined herself, everything seemed in place. The small pillbox hat looked particularly good on her, she thought.
“How long have you worked for me?” she asked turning back to Linen.
“Almost five years now ma’am,” she said eyes flicking towards the door.
“And when during that time did you decide to betray me?” Fragrant asked her voice suddenly like steel.
“M-ma’am?!” gasped Linen, “I don’t...”
Fragrant grabbed a pile of papers from nightstand in her mouth and with a jerk of her head threw them onto the bed. “I certainly do, it was less than a month before you started to sell copies of my schedule to the highest bidder!” she cried angrily.
“I... I... how?” Linen backed away from her angry employer.
“Countess Quill, like many of the court has been having second thoughts about the ‘agents’ she used. I have been informed by her and others of the many, far too many, ‘contacts’ within my ministry. Their names have been passed on to their managers and if necessary the relevant authorities. But you, you are on my personal staff! I always wondered why I kept getting ambushed by journalists,” she spat the word, “Nosey parkers prying into my affairs. When all along it was you! You!” She snorted and then seemed to try and regain control of herself. “Why?” she asked, “Why did you do this?”
“I... I...” she lowered her head, “The money.” She admitted.
Fragrance’s head drooped too and her eyes closed. “Money? That was it, just money?”
Linen nodded.
“Get out!” cried Fragrance, eyes suddenly open again and blazing. “Get out! You are fired, collect what you are owed from Loyal and you had better hope I never see as much as a single hair of your mane again!” She stomped forwards and the terrified unicorn turned and fled barely avoiding crashing into the door as she went.
Angrily Fragrant slammed the door after her. Notebook had suggested she show mercy, leaking her schedule was hardly high treason, but it was such a personal betrayal, it had bitten than much deeper. Sighing Fragrant slumped onto her bed pressing her hooves to her face, she felt her eyes start to sting. How had things ended up like this? How had things gotten so bad? Why her? Why had Luna asked her to try and sort it all out?
There was a knock on the door.
“Please go away!” she cried. She didn’t feel like talking to anyone right now.
“Are you alright?” came Max’s worried voice from the other side of the door.
Oh, thought Fragrant, I suppose it is about time for us to go to the party. She picked herself up and took a few calming breaths. “Come in,” she cried.
Max stuck his head around the door. “Is everything alright?” he asked.
“Just a matter with my staff,” she plastered on a false smile. “All dealt with now.”
Max walked over and hugged her tightly resting a forearm on her back. “Goodness you’re tense,” he said.
“It’s been a rather stressful week, if you hadn’t notice.” She suppressed a groan as his hooves probed along the taut muscles of her back.
“You know,” he said with a devilish smile, “Maybe we can be a little late to the party, give me some time to show you just what I can do with my hooves?” To demonstrate he found a particularly tense spot between her wings and pushed, twisting his hoof in a way that made her entirely unable to keep quiet.
“That... that’s v-v-veeerrrry nice,” she moaned feeling her eyes start to roll up and her legs buckle.
“Earth pony magic,” he whispered into her ear, sliding his hoof onto the next knot in her back.
She struggled with herself, staying here and letting Max work every last drop of tension from her body sounded heavenly, but she had ponies to meet at the party and couldn’t be late. Her sense of duty and sensuality briefly battled before she regretfully brushed Max’s hooves away, he looked a little hurt. “I’m sorry but we really do need to collect Forming and leave now.”
“Ok, just tell me you’ll at least try to relax a little tonight?” he eyes shone with compassion.
“I’ve got a lot to do, I’m afraid. But this is mostly Baron Field’s night, so I should have some time away from work.”
“Good.”
“And maybe we can pick things up where we left off later,” she winked before sashaying out the door putting maybe a bit more of a swing in her hips than she really needed to, Max brought out her wonton side.
Max looked dazed for a moment his eyes plastered onto Fragrant retreating rear before a grin broke out across his face and he followed her.
The retirement party was taking place in one of the castle’s many function rooms, to Max’s surprise despite its size it was packed. Around him he saw ponies or all ages and tribes even a few non-equine guests. In one corner was a group of musicians providing accompaniment, while a small number of servants wandered back and forth with drinks. Either Max was getting older or most of them looked like they were just out of school, maybe it was hard to find good caterers with the current intrigue going on. The walls were covered with photographs and paintings of the various events that had made up Baron Fields life so far. A raised area had been set up at one side where the guest of honour and a few of his closest friends and colleagues sat. Max was somewhat reminded of Puissance’s birthday party even though this was on a much smaller scale.
“I didn’t think there would be so many ponies here,” said Max having to raise his voice a little over the background hubbub.
“Baron Fields has been at court for a very long time,” replied Fragrant glancing around, “He may not be the most important or powerful courtier, but he’s touched a lot of lives over the years.” She smiled. “It’s nice for so many to make his celebration. It gives me a chance to talk to a lot of courtiers.”
Max sighed, Fragrant had been pushing herself far too hard these last few days, he understood that getting the court to agree on changes to prove to the Princess they wanted to do better was important, but it shouldn’t be entirely on her back. It seemed to have taken up all her time for the last week. Even when he was with her she always seemed so busy. He’d done what little he could to help, had tried to get her to delegate more responsibility to Wallflower or other courtiers, but Fragrant still seemed to want to do everything herself. “Now remember you said that you were going to take it easy tonight!” he admonished.
“I will! It’s just I need to touch base with Wallflower over Night Lights latest suggestions, hopefully Sands is back from his trip to the southern provinces, some of the nobles who fled the city after the Gala might still sign on... is that Viscount Blueblood?” She peered into the crowd, “I’m surprised but he sent me a note saying he wanted to talk about helping our group so I’ll need to...”
“I can do that for you auntie,” said Forming. The young mare was wearing a variation on her aunt’s outfit, which, in Max’s option, didn’t suit her more blocky form. Fragrant had tried half-heartedly to get Forming, given the political situation, to return home to Cloudsdale with the rest of her family, but Forming had insisted that she be allowed to stay. If she was to take over from Fragrant someday she would have to be able to deal with the good and the bad.
“Are you sure?” said Fragrant frowning.
“Yes! He’s new to the group right? There’s no need for you to spend the time running through the basic introduction, let me do it, I know all your current plans.” The mare probably wanted to prove herself though Max, she looked quite excited at the prospect.
“Very well, but report back to me if you get any problems.”
Forming nodded and strutted off into the crowd.
“Is there anything I can do? I don’t want you to work your hooves to the bone.”
“Well, I suppose you could talk to Count Kibitz, he’s still refusing to talk because Baron Dramatic signed on with us, maybe you can see if you can sort that out?”
“Of course. Now try to relax, this is Fields’ day remember not just a chance to talk to other nobles.”
“I know, it’s just this is so important, I’m sure the Princess will take action soon unless we give her a sign we can work together.” She sounded worried.
“You’ve managed to get so much done already,” said Max encouragingly, “The courtiers are giving up the names of their contacts,” Max didn’t like calling them spies, even though they were. “More are agreeing with your proposals all the time.” He knew it often looked hopeless but he had to keep Fragrant’s spirits up.
“Thank you Max, but there is still much that needs to be done.”
“But you don’t need to do it all by yourself, let others take the load sometimes.”
“I know,” she crumpled slightly, “but I never know who I can trust.”
Max nodded, the Princess’s investigation had uncovered many corrupt ponies even among those closest to the court. Mrs G had been hopping mad after she had been investigated but even she agreed that it needed to have been done, once she’s calmed down a little. “Well you can trust me, Wallflower, Notebook, Forming and others.” He wished she would let him nuzzle or kiss her in public, he knew he could make her feel better. He settled for leaning against her.
She nodded, leaning back. “You’re right Max, I will take some time to myself tonight, but I do need to talk to Wallflower.”
“Ok, but once you’re done just relax, ok?”
“Fine,” agreed Fragrant.
“Ah, there you are m’dear,” said Wallflower as Fragrant approached. Like herself the earth pony had spent most of her waking hours for the last week trying to obtain unity between the various courtiers, and the stress showed. If anything Wallflower’s other duties as Vicerene meant that she was pushing herself even harder.
Fragrant gave her friend a light hug, she hadn’t used to do that, she thought, even a month or two ago, she guessed Max was rubbing off on her, making her a little more open, she smiled at the thought. “How are things?”
“Could be better, probably could be worse as well. The increased powers for mayors and even common citizens to investigate their courtiers as well as Nightlight’s proposal for a stronger and independent Internal Affairs Bureau seem sound. It would have complete independence of both funding and control from other ministries, and its staff would consist of members of the Shadowbolts, guard and judiciary. The idea seems to have gained some support, it’s just a question of getting enough ponies to sign on with it, to trust us and each other to play fair.”
“How many do we have at the moment?”
“Well a good number of courtiers are still away from Canterlot, Sands is still off talking to them, but thirty, maybe forty.”
“That few!” Fragrant’s ears drooped almost threatening to dislodge her hat.
“It’s a big change, most of them are scared. I still say we should take the kid gloves off, put some pressure on the others, make them join.”
“No, we can't use under hoofed tactics, we can’t force ponies to want to turn aside from corruption, they have to want to be the government Equestria deserves.”
“If you say so,” sighed Wallflower. She must be even more tired than she seemed thought Fragrant, if she’s deferring to me. “I just have some problems trusting other courtiers at times. I tend to try and force them to do what I want, I’m sorry if I’ve been putting too much on you dear, but well, you seem to have more hope in this matter than me.”
“Well, I’m just glad I’m not doing it all alone, that I have other ponies to help me, to keep my spirits up. I’m sure once we explain all this we’ll get many more ponies on our side.”
“I hope so but we can’t wait too long before putting our proposal to the Princess, news of what the Princess said are leaking out, there have been protests in some provinces. I’ve even heard that Baroness Goldie Digger almost got lynched when her people found she’d been embezzling from her province’s education fund. We need to show the population that we are working together to do something, to deal with the corruption.”
“But the investigations into the civil service...”
“Are having some positive effect, but without some statement, some apology from a sizable chunk of the court itself it looks like we’re just throwing other ponies under the cart.”
Fragrant shuddered a little thinking of the purging of her own ministry, and her actions towards her maid. They had been corrupt but were they really any different from her and the other courtiers? “Well, we’ll just have to try harder then, won’t we? There are enough courtiers here that if we can get them to sign on we’re have a majority.”
Wallflower grinned. “That’s the spirit,” she downed her drink. “We better get down to it then.” The two mares nodded to each other before turning and setting off into the crowd.
Max had just finished talking to Kibitz. The older unicorn had been rather upset by some of the things Mellow had said about him and his daughter while under the effect of the truth potion. Most of the things said about Confidant had been complimentary, in a way, they weren’t the sort of things you would normally say in public. However, Mellow’s opinion of Kibitz had been rather less positive, particularly the hold he held over his daughter. Not every pony had been as lucky as him and Fragrant, thought Max, while the truth had sparked their relationship it had also damaged or even destroyed others, he heard that Baronet Swoop was looking to divorce his wife after certain words had been exchanged. Still he thought he’d managed to smooth things over between the Count and the Baron, Kibitz was at least willing to consider Fragrant’s proposal and stand with the Baron politically, if not physically.
He was just glancing around to see if he could find Fragrant again when another familiar voice called him. “Ah, Baron Max. I thought I’d find you here,” said Greengrass.
“Oh, hi,” said Max. “I wasn’t sure you’d be here.”
“I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. Baron Fields is an old friend of the family you know, and he does have a wonderful garden back in Houyhnhnm. A rather pedestrian selection of greenery but very nicely laid out.”
Max frowned a little, he didn’t know that, although he did recall the Baron’s estate here in Canterlot had a good garden. “I haven't seen you since the day after the Gala.”
“Well I’ve been a bit busy, what will all the investigations going into our staff.”
Greengrass had probably been busy burying any link between himself and his, doubtless, legion of informers, thought Max.
“Although I was glad to find that than not one of my servants were working for other courtiers,” noted Greengrass, “It was gratifying to find I was placing my trust in the right ponies.”
“Actually I’m 100% behind the Duchess’s suggestions. I’m sure that a level playing field would benefit all of us, and the added oversight, well things were getting a little easy, I think I could do with upping the difficulty level as it were. It might sift the wheat from the chaff and it’s far better than the Princess just throwing all the pieces away.”
“Is that all you see?” Snapped Max, “A way to start the whole cycle up again, don’t you want to try and do better this time around!”
The duke seemed disturbed by Max words for a second he frowned before his face relaxed again. “I don’t see the difference, the court will always be a game, there will always be winners and losers, even if the rules change a little. Every grant given to one province is less for another.”
Max sighed, “Can’t you try to make the ponies of Equestria the winners? See which province truly needs the money more? Show them how good a job you can do? You said you thought you’d be a better ruler than the Princess, why not use the good of the ponies to keep score. Even if you don’t care about them?”
“Baron Max, there are many ponies that I care a great deal about! I reward loyalty well! Still...” Greengrass seemed to think for a moment, “It is an interesting...”
Whatever the duke was going to say was interrupted by Buttercup as she pushed through the crowd. “Max!” she cried moving to hug him before stopping and instead holding out a hoof which he shook. She was wearing a rather stiff and formal looking outfit in the same colours as Fragrant’s dress. “Oh, I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”
“Not at all Lady Fields, we were not talking of anything of any importance. I’m sure I’ll see you around Baron,” said Greengrass before nodding and walking away.
For a moment Max thought about reaching out a hoof for the Duke, maybe he’d almost gotten through to him, but then stopped, no he seemed set on his own path, but maybe he could talk about it more later. He turned to Buttercup. “This is a great party, so many ponies have come to show their respects.”
“Yes, I didn’t know father had so many friends. There’s ponies here I haven't seen for years. It’s a shame with all the, the nastiness last week that the Princess cancelled.” She swallowed heavily. “It’s quite the snub, she almost always comes to say a few words when a courtier leaves. Dad’s tried to hide it but I know he’s upset.” She paused. “I know it’s rather last minute but would you mind giving a speech later, it doesn’t have to be long. I think father would appreciate it.”
“Well I suppose so, but I don’t think he’s my biggest fan at the moment, after well,” he pointed back and forth between himself and her.
“I think he respects you more than you think, why not talk to him?” she pointed to Rolling, he was sitting on a stage at one side of the room wearing a uniform Max didn’t recognise. A few other older ponies were sat around him and he seemed to be chatting happily with them.
“How is he tonight?” he asked, the Baron’s health had been fluctuating since he had made Buttercup stop his ‘treatments’, but he had seemed well enough at the Gala.
“Today’s been a good day, he’s been napping most of the afternoon, that’s helped. I was worried he might get confused with so many ponies around, but he’s only mixed up a few. You can see for yourself,” said Buttercup as she gently led Max up towards her father.
“Baron Fields,” said Max politely as he ascended into the stage.
“Ah, Moxy, good to see you, boy” said the baron with good cheer. “I don’t think you’ve met General Quicksilver, we used to serve together back in the day,” he gestured to an pegasus mare of about his age with a silver coat and a close cropped white mane sitting to one side of him, “Or Count Greenmeadow?” he gestured to a green coated earth pony stallion a decade or two his junior.
“Retired General, I leave the fighting to the younguns nowadays, and who’s this strapping lad then Rollie?” said Quicksilver, rather uncomfortably Max felt the old mare’s gaze drift over his flanks.
“This is Baron Mounty Max, the most junior member of the night court, a nice enough chap, had a bit of a thing with Buttercup,” the old stallion frowned for a moment. “But she’s made it very clear that that’s her business not mine.”
“Ah, kids, always complicated, it’s why I never had any, yours still acting up Greenie?” said the mare to the count.
“Greengrass and I don’t see eye to eye. He’s always wasting his time and talent on his silly games,” the old stallion sighed and gripped the cane he was holding in one hoof, “He takes too much after his mother. If only he’d use his talents to help others like she does,” he said bitterly.
“You’re Duke Greengrass’s father?” asked Max in surprise, now he looked there were certain similarities between the two stallions.
“Yes. I saw you talking to my son earlier, what about?”
“Ah a certain proposal my... that Duchess Posey is putting together to try and regain public confidence in the night court.”
“Yes, I’ve heard about that...” began Greenmeadow.
“Boring,” moaned Quicksilver yawning theatrically. “If you gents are going to talk shop, I’m going to go mingle for a bit, see if I can find a few naval types around here. I’m like a ship, not good for much unless I’m full of... sailors.” She winked at Max making him squirm. “Nice talking to you Rollie, Greenie, we can catch up more later.” She stood with surprising grace and moved off into the crowd. Max jumped as she passed feeling a feather caress his plot.
“Well she’s certainly slowed down in her old age,” noted Rolling with a grin. “A good political head on her shoulders, when she’s not playing silly buggers, she’s my proxy for the summer.”
“Now, how is the duchess’s plan going?” asked Greenmeadow leaning forwards.
“It’s hard to get the whole court to agree on the right steps.”
“Hard? More like impossible. At best you’ll get a significant minority, I’d say. Too many bad apples around trying to make the best of the situation. In our day...”
“It wasn’t much different back then Greenie,” sighed Fields. “There’s always been bad seeds, I’m no flutterpony on that front you know.” He slumped in his chair and for a moment he looked every year of his age.
It looked like Greenmeadow would argue but he eventually nodded grimly. “Still what are you doing to help?” he asked Max.
“Well I’ve been trying to settle small disputes between various courtiers, hopefully they’ll all sign on. I think I managed to do a good job of getting Kibitz to trust Mellow over there,” Max turned to see the older stallion standing not too far from Mellow as the latter chatted with some of the other guests apparently watching him intently. Suddenly something jabbed him in the head just by his ear. “Oww!” he cried, he turned to see Greenmeadow holding his cane, ready to poke him again.
“Idiot!” hissed the older stallion.
“You hit me!” gasped Max in shock. “That hurt!”
“And I will again if it’s the only way to knock some sense into you, boy.”
“What did I do wrong?”
The old stallion sighed through his teeth, he gestured at Mellow and Kibitz standing a short distance from him. “Do they look like friends to you?”
“Well no I suppose not,” he looked closer. “It’s like he’s waiting for Mellow to make a mistake,” he mused.
“Exactly, you left him to simmer, he might have agreed then but given a few minutes his fears will be back, and you’ll be just when you started again.”
Baron Fields was apparently trying to stop himself laughing. “Maybe you’re being a bit hard on him Greenie,” he finally managed.
“It’s the only way he’ll learn, if he’s done something like that in our day he’d have been run out of Canterlot!”
“What should I have done then?” said Max frowning.
Greenmeadow sighed again, “How ever did he get into court?” he asked the heavens. “What do you think you should have done?”
Max glanced over at Rolling. “Don’t look at me Mix,” he said, “Greenie was one of the best closers in the court, he could always break a deadlock.”
Max tried to think of what Fragrant had taught him. “Oh, once I’d got him back on side I should have gotten Mellow to make a personal apology, then try to get them talking, maybe about a common topic, Confidant maybe, try to build some good will between them?”
“Good, now was that so hard?”
Maybe he should introduce Fragrant to Greenmeadow, thought Max, he might be able to help her, he seemed to be good at this. “Is it too late to do that now?” asked Max.
Greenmeadow rubbed his chin for a moment. “Maybe not, it’s worth a try.”
“Alright, thanks for the advice sir,” said Max as her turned back to Kibitz and Mellow.
“What is the court coming to these days?” muttered Greenmeadow as Max trotted off.
“Ah, Duchess,” said Viscount Blueblood as Fragrant approached him. “I was just talking to your lovely niece about your proposed changes at court.”
Forming seemed to tear her eyes away from Blueblood only with difficulty. “I’ve explained your plans to him and he’s got some good ideas about how to attract more of the court to our side.” She looked at the stallion adoringly. “He’s very smart.”
Fragrant tried to stop herself from facehoofing at her niece's behaviour, she knew from her letters that Forming had not been particularly romantically successful among her peers, her large size and blocky muzzle were not considered conventionally beautiful, but she had hoped the filly would have better taste. She had to admit that Blueblood was easy on the eyes, although not as ruggedly handsome as Max, it was his personality which was repulsive, and even then Prince could act charming when he wanted to. Still his support would be useful, if it was sincere.
“I am somewhat surprised that you have decided to stand with us Viscount,” said Fragrant.
“I am somewhat surprised myself Duchess, but, well my new marefriend has opened my eyes to a few things that had not previously occurred to me.” Next to him Forming smiled widely, then she blinked.
“New marefriend?” she asked.
“Yes, I met her at the Gala, she is... different. I did consider bringing her here, she does like a good party, but she had to work.”
Forming’s smile dripped from her face and she slumped a little.
“Anyway,” continued Blueblood, “Your charming niece has explained to me quite succinctly how your plans would benefit Equestria. It is good to see that your lands are in good hooves should you choose to retire yourself.” Forming blushed and her face seemed to be torn between pride and embarrassment.
Fragrant paused, was Blueblood trying to let her niece down gently? Maybe she should meet this marefriend, she seemed to be having a positive effect on the Viscount.
“Well I’m glad for you to join us, Blueblood, we need all the honest,” she highlighted the word, “Members of court we can get. Maybe we should...” She was cut off by the background music suddenly ceasing, she looked up at the stage to see that Buttercup had taken a place in the centre.
“My Lords and Ladies, mares and gentlecolts,” she called, “Would you please take your places as the celebration of my father’s career is about to begin.”
“Ah, if you would excuse me Viscount, we can talk about this later,” said Fragrant.
“Of course,” said the stallion giving a small bow to both Fragrant and Forming, the latter blushed deeply.
“We should take our places,” said Fragrant to her niece, “And maybe we should have a talk about your taste in stallions.”
Max trotted over to his place in among the chairs that had quickly been set up in front of the stage. Fragrant was already seated and was talking quietly to Forming who looked positively mortified, the young mare was slowly sinking into her seat as if the ground was swallowing her up, her face bright red. He brushed past a young earth pony mare with an indigo coat and an aquamarine mane before taking his seat next to her. He quickly said his hellos to Fragrant who nodded before returning to her hissed conversation with her niece.
Shrugging Max turned to the other mare, he thought he’d seen her around the castle a few times, she was a page or some other servant he thought. “Do you know Baron Fields well?” he asked.
“Oh, I’ve known him for quite some time now, he was friends with my mother and grandmother as well,” she said smiling brightly, “One of the better courtiers I think.”
Max was going to ask more when the gas lighting was turned down and a beam of magical light was focused on the stage where Buttercup stood stiffly. Around him the hum of conversation died down.
“Thank you all for attending this celebration of my father, Baron Rolling Fields of Houyhnhnm’s, life and works,” she began her voice clearly audible around the whole hall despite there being no magical enhancement. As she spoke a second spot light appeared gently illuminating the Baron, he blinked a little in the light and waved a genial hoof.
Above Buttercup an image of the baron appeared on the wall, Max tried to turn in his seat but he couldn’t tell if this image was created by a unicorn or some technological method. “Baron Fields has served at the court for a total of fifty four sessions, a total only exceeded by one living and eighteen deceased members in the history of the court. During this time he has faced many challenges and has seen much change in the court, however, he has always served with honour and with the best interests of his people and all of Equestria in mind.” She paused and there was a burst of stomping from the audience. “Over the next few hours I will go over the important points of my father’s life and you will hear from the various ponies that my father's career has affected.”
Max found the presentation on Baron Field’s life rather interesting, he didn’t know that the old stallion had served in the Royal Marines, one of the smallest branches of the Equestrian military, for over a decade before take up his position at court after the unfortunate death of his elder sister. Several of the children and grandchildren of his old squad members were present and many thanked him for their ancestors’ survival. Apparently his service had included actual combat on the borders of the Griffin lands. Their thanks, and his memories of his old comrades in arms, brought shameless tears to the old stallion’s eyes.
As per Max’s agreement Puscience was among the speakers talking about the Baron’s earlier life. The vicereine walked slowly onto the podium, her dress, although still of the highest quality, was rather more subdued than those Max had previously seen her wear, likewise her mane rather than being styled was simply hanging down the sides of her face. It looked good on her thought Max, it made her look more like a pony rather than an icon. As she approached Rolling stood from his chair with some difficulty and bowed low before her, almost toppling over, he recovered and took her hoof before kissing it. To his surprise Max saw a small smile pass over the old mare’s face and maybe the hint of a blush. Nodding graciously to the Baron, Puscience took her place at the podium.
“I have known Baron Fields for a long time,” she began, “Longer than his career at court and likely longer than many of you have been alive.” She paused to let that sink in. “I first met him when his unit was appointed to protect my family, after a threat was made upon our lives. I remember than he was diligent in his duties at protecting my person.” She paused again staring into the distance for a moment. “Very diligent. He saved my life when a crazed pony broke into my chambers at night, luckily Rolling was present to stop her. However, soon enough he was reassigned and it was several years before I saw him again, after both he and I had taken our places at court. Of course things were very different then, life had changed us, I was a wife and mother and he was no longer my guard but a fellow member of the court. Our ranks were wildly different and we have since moved in different circles, however, he has been just as diligent in his role at court as he was guarding my body all those years ago.”
She turned to the Baron and for what he thought might be the first time Max saw something approaching a genuine smile cross her face. “Over the many, many years I have spent at court I have seen many changes, but to me the baron has always been one of the few stable points. Always a stalwart defender of Equestria, always a beacon of nobility, a stout pillar of fortitude. Although his retirement is a well-earned reward for his many years’ service the court is reduced by his loss. I hope that his daughter, his successor, will keep up his good work.” She gave a half bow to the Baron, who replied in kind, his eyes shining.
Puscience gestured and a servant ran onto the stage carrying a small cloud sculpture, the old mare took it and the servant made himself scarce. “A small gesture of my appreciation baron,” she said passing it over. Max squinted to try and make it out. It looked like two ponies walking close together through a pastoral scene. The Baron blinked a few times and gently took it, to Max surprise despite it being made of cloud it remained sold in the earth pony’s hooves.
Forming was leaning forwards in interest, “I think it’s a Heather Tweed original!” she muttered. “That’s got to be worth at least a hundred thousand bits!”
Baron Fields leaned forwards and gave the Viscountess a rather awkward hug before she left the stage allowing Buttercup to continue her narration. In his younger days the Baron had apparently been quite the war hawk, pushing for greater investment in the armed forces and particularly the navy. More recently he had pushed for Equestria to look outside of its own borders more, to form greater trade links with other countries, he had been an important voice in the ongoing colonization of the mild west.
After a short break Fragrant was called up to talk about her experiences with the Baron. She brushed past Max as she made her way onto the stage and gave a small curtsy to Rolling as she took her place in the spot light.
“I owe the Baron a lot,” said Fragrant looking out over the crowd in front of her. “It was thanks to him that I got my cutie mark,” she admitted. “Yes, this is a cutie mark story, I’ll try not to bore you too much.” A ripple of laughter spread around the room.
“The baron wasn’t there when my mark manifested,” she continued, “However, it was he that put me on the path that lead to me discovering my talent. He was a good friend of my mother, Autumn Posey, and one summer when I was young my parents and I spent several weeks as guests at his estate. Those of you who know the baron’s home will know it is famed for its expansive and exquisite gardens, acre after acre of flowers and plants, it is truly beautiful.” She smiled at the baron. “At that point I had spent most of my life in Cloudsdale, I rarely visited the ground. The estate was a new world to me, I spent day after day exploring what was to me an alien environment. When it came time to leave I remember I was most upset that I had to leave the flowers behind, my parents tried to tell me that flowers didn’t grow in the sky, but we were nobility! I was sure they could do something! I guess I was something of a brat back then.” Another ripple of laughter broke out at her self-deprecation. “I was sulking in the garden when Rolling found me and asked me what was wrong, I told him what my parents had told me, flowers didn’t grow on clouds. I remember he laughed a little at that, and I thought he was teasing me, then he knelt down beside me and told me that I was the only one who could ever tell me something was impossible not anypony else, even my parents. Well I remembered that and when I got home I did some research and found that there were some magical plants which could grow on clouds, I pestered my parents until they got me some for my birthday. They weren’t easy to grow, but I kept trying and eventually I managed it, and they, and my mark, bloomed. All because Baron Fields told me to never believe something is impossible.” She turned and raised a glass to the old stallion. “To Baron Fields,” she toasted. Below her the crowd followed suit.
Buttercup’s voice wavered a little as she came to the short time the Baron had spent with her mother, Strawberry. The mare had been the child of a fruit magnate and the representative for the capital of Houyhnhnm. Several pictures of Strawberry and Rolling together were projected, she had been a handsome mare in early middle age, clearly a decade or more younger than her husband at that point. Sadly explained Buttercup in a dull emotionless voice her mother had died in childbirth and the Baron had raised her alone. Several pictures of Buttercup as an infant flashed by, one of her riding on her father’s back, her hooves entangled in Rolling’s already greying mane followed by a picture of her dressed up with the most adorable little bow in her mane while sucking on her hoof, which caused Buttercup to blush with embarrassment and a ripple of laughter to spread through the audience. As the stories became more and more up to date the speakers became more and more familiar to Max. Greenmeadow talked about his time serving with Rolling on various committees, and Fisher and Shining Armour spoke highly of his support for the military. Finally almost at the end of the night Max was called up to give his views on the Baron.
“Um, unlike the rest of you I haven't know the Baron for long,” began Max wishing he’d had longer to come up with the speech. “Still he’s been a great help to me, showing me the ropes as it were. I’ve learnt a lot from him and his experiences, one of the first things I remember him saying was that the cloud export bill Duchess Posey was proposing had been tried before, and that it had failed due to technical difficulties. Now I know that Duchess Posey made very sure that those issues were dealt with before she proposed it, and she did that because Baron Fields and others like him didn’t let her forget what had happened before. I’ve heard it said that those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it, well Baron Field’s has always been there to make sure I don’t repeat old mistakes, so I can make entirely new mistakes!” He paused sweating slightly and was relieved to hear a ripple of laughter spread through the audience. “But all good things must come to an end and after so many years of selfless devotion to his job Baron Fields can finally relax, knowing that he can leave his people in the very capable hooves of his daughter, but not only that but a part of him will live on in me, will live on in the hearts and minds of all the ponies that he’s helped and advised over the years, will live on in all of us! Thank you Baron, thank you from all of us!” Max turned towards where Rolling was sitting and bowed deeply before slammed his front hooves down on the floor of the stage, hearing it groan a little before the rest of the audience joined in and he was almost deafened. The congratulations carried on for a minute or more before Max stepped aside and Buttercup took her place again.
“Thank you! Thank you all!” she said her voice quavering a little with emotion. “It feels so good to hear how much everypony appreciates my father and I know that he would like to show his own appreciation for you all.” She turned and gestured to her father. The old stallion struggled to stand for a moment, leaning heavily on his cane. Buttercup rushed over to help him but he batted her away and stood, somewhat unsteadily under his own strength before walking over to the front of the stage. He blinked a few times in the bright lights before clearing his throat.
“Thank you! Thank you all!” he said his voice echoing around the chamber. “You’ve all said so many kind words that I’d like to announce that I’m going to be cancelling my retirement, I’m sure I’ve got another few years, maybe a decade in me,” he paused for a moment, the audience muttering to each other in surprise.
The Baron gave out a barking laugh, “Thought that would scare you, don’t worry I’m not that senile, yet!” There was scattered laughter from the crowd. “Still,” he continued voice becoming more serious, “I’ve been sitting here hearing about how great I am, how good and honourable I’ve been.” He took a deep breath, “Most of it is lies!” he cried smashed his stick against the ground. “We all know from what the Princess told us, none of us is innocent! Not one! I’m not perfect. My support for the mild west colonisation... because the Apple Trust offered to plant more orchards in my province, not because it was the best for Equestria! My support for the enlargement of the navy? A favour for my old friends!”
He paused looking out at the audience, many of whom were shuffling uncomfortably in their seats at his outburst. “Most of you know the Princess herself normally comes to this sort of event, you might think this is a snub, well maybe I don’t deserve her to be here. Maybe we should stop assuming that she’ll support us, maybe, just maybe, we should actually work to be worthy of her!” His eyes scanned through the crowd and it seemed for a moment to Max that they stopped on the young to mare sitting next to him, she was watching the stage intently and was nodding along.
“And another thing,” continued Baron Fields. “Baron Mac was nice enough to comment on my being a fountain of wisdom. Balderdash! Just thinking that how things used to be done is the best way to do things now is part of how we got into this mess. Every generation thinking what was done before was alright, just because their predecessors did it. They need to see the bad things we’ve done and be strong enough to try a different path, a better path. Just because I’ve made mistakes doesn’t mean Buttercup should as well. Look at what we’ve come to! All of us too scared of letting somepony else prosper at our cost, too fragmented to be able to work together. Almost all of us think that Vicereine Wallflower and Duchess Posey’s proposal are a good idea but still we let old rivalries and fears stop us doing what is right! I say no more! We need to stand together before we all fall together!” The old stallion stood panting for a moment.
“Think about what I’ve said, and I hope you’ll all do what’s right. I know most of you aren't bad ponies, you’ve been led astray by a few bad seeds, but that doesn’t mean you’re not responsible for what you’ve done. We’re all responsible for making this place better for our heirs and their heirs in turn, so they don’t have to face the challenges we did. If you can’t make things better for yourself, do it for your children.” He stopped and his eyes slid shut for a moment, it looked like he’d fallen asleep. Then he blinked and looked around. “Anyway, think about what I’ve said.”
Silence reigned for a few moments before Max moved to start stamping, he was beaten to it by the mare next to him who slammed her hooves to the ground in appreciation, she was stronger than she looked and Max could almost feel the ground undulate. Then he added his own hooves to the racket as did the rest of the crowd. Baron Fields looked out at the crowd with a faintly bemused smile. “Oh!” he cried once the sound died down, “I’d like to thank Buttercup for arranging this whole thing, I know she’s nervous about filling my shoes, and I know she has nothing to be scared about. She’s already been doing my job for several years.” He turned to his daughter as she trotted over to him, “I just want to tell her how very proud both me and her mother are of her,” he looked confused, “Where is Strawberry anyway, shouldn’t she be here?”
A look of pain flashed over Buttercups face before she plastered a smile over her face. “Mother just had to step out for a moment,” she said soothingly, “I’m sure you’ll see her again soon, father.”
“Oh, good, good, you know I’d never had made it this far without you dear” he mumbled to Buttercup as another more subdued round of applause rippled through the hall. “Anyway,” he turned back to the crowd, “Ladies and Gentlestallions I give you Baroness Buttercup Fields of Houyhnhnm.” He bowed deeply to his daughter. Who returned in kind. The Baron turned and plodded back to his chair clearly exhausted by his impassioned speech.
“Thank you, thank you all for coming and showing your appreciation for my father,” called Buttercup once things had quietened down. “We’d both like you to think on what he said and I know you will all make the right decision. However, the night is not over yet and I hope you will all enjoy yourself while it lasts.”
With that the crowd began to break up many nobles made beelines straight for Fragrant or Wallflower, suddenly much more eager to hear about their proposed reforms. Max smiled wide, it looked like Baron Fields might have performed a last service to Equestria.
“Over seventy of them!” exclaimed Fragrant for what seemed like the dozenth time.
Max grinned, she’d been in almost a daze since they left the retirement party. The Baron’s words had catalysed a large number of nobles to change their minds about agreeing to Fragrant’s proposals and pony after pony had agreed to sign on. He still couldn’t understand why any honourable pony would disagree in the first place, but still the number of supporters had soared. With a bit more luck the numbers would increase even more over the next few days. He was just glad how happy Fragrant seemed, she was a world away from the frazzled mess she’d been earlier.
The two of them and Forming came to a stop outside of Fragrant’s estate. “So, um, I know we didn’t get too much time together but I enjoyed the night out,” said Max.
“Oh, yes, I enjoyed it as well,” said Fragrant, “We must meet up tomorrow to discuss matters further.”
“You did mentioned picking up our, well, earlier discussion,” said Max stepping slightly closer to Fragrant, maybe he was pushing his luck a little, but what was the worst that could happen?
“Oh, that, well...” stuttered Fragrant her ears pricking up and her eyes darting between Max and Forming.
The younger mare looked confused for a moment, then a smile grew on her face and she gave a theatrical yawn. “I am so tired, I guess I should go to bed right now!” she said loudly.
“Good night dear,” said Fragrant rolling her eyes and blushing a little.
“Good night auntie, just make sure I don’t need to give you a lecture about what stallions might not be suitable for you,” she said as she wandered into the estate.
“I don’t think she’s going to let me forget that in a hurry,” mumbled Fragrant. “Now where were we?” she asked.
“I was showing you earth pony magic, and what I could do with my hooves,” replied Max leaning forwards a little more.
“Oh yes,” seeming to gather her courage Fragrant darted her head forwards giving Max a quick kiss on the lips. “I remember.”
“You don’t need a reminder then?” asked Max.
“I didn’t say that,” said Fragrant leaning forwards again, Max met her halfway. The kiss started gently and increased in intensity as their tongues started to duel. Slowly they began to rear up their bodies pushing against each other. Fragrant put one hoof behind Max’s head pulling him in closer. In return he began to slowly move his hoof down her side past her barrel until it was slowly circling the sensitive skin of her cutie mark. She moaned gently into his mouth and he boldly moved his hoof back a little more. Fragrant’s body stiffened and her eyes shot open with a look of panic in them. Shocked Max broke away from her and they both fell to all fours.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to go too far!” he cried backing away.
“Yes!” gasped Fragrant, “I mean no... I... I...” she seemed to struggle to pull herself together her tail thrashed around. “I’m sorry, I... I think we might be going a little fast, sorry.”
“No, I should be apologizing,” said Max ears plastered to his head, “I should have asked you, made sure you were comfortable.”
“I thought I was,” she admitted, “I think we should call this a night, meet up tomorrow, maybe for brunch?”
“Of course, if you want to. Your place or mine?” he said cautiously.
She considered for a bit and her body relaxed tail returning to hanging limp. “Maybe your house for a change, it would give Forming some time to herself.”
“Sounds good. I’ll see you there.”
He turned to go but Fragrant darted forwards again planting a feather light kiss on his cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said before darting back towards her house.
“Don’t fuss dear,” said Baron Fields as Buttercup helped him up the stairs in his house. “I can do this by myself. Remember I used to put you to bed, I don’t need your help.”
“I just want to make sure you don’t slip,” replied his daughter. It was early in the morning and the two of them had just returned from his party.
Rolling was actually glad the younger pony was there, he was feeling a little dizzy, probably too much to drink, but he didn’t want her to worry, she did that far too much. He pushed open his bedroom door and slumped down on the bed. “It was nice to see the old gang again,” he said, “I think retirement is doing wonders for Greenie you know.”
“Yes dad,” agreed Buttercup.
“Now, I want you to know I meant everything I said earlier. I don’t have any doubt that you’ll do a far better job of running Houyhnhnm than I ever did, and I know you’re smart enough to not make the same mistakes as me.” Buttercup shuffled her hooves a little uncomfortably. “I’m so very proud of you my filly, you’ll do a wonderful job.” He leaned forwards and nuzzled his daughter. “But I’ll always be here if you need me.”
“Thanks dad,” she replied, returning his gesture.
“Now,” he yawned. “I think we both need some sleep, we can talk to Duchess Posey about anything else we can do to help her tomorrow.”
“I’ve got a few ideas how to change her proposals to try and attract more of the court.”
“Good, good, we can go over them before we meet with her. See, I told you, you can do this.”
Buttercup walked towards the door then turned, “Night Dad,” she said gently.
“Good Night Buttercup,” replied Rolling lying back in his bed. “I love you.”
She stood in the doorway for a moment. “I love you too, dad” she said as she shut it.
Rolling led there for a moment, he really should get undressed, he didn’t want to crease his uniform, what would Quicksilver say about that? But he really felt too tired right now. He struggled under the covers as a wave of exhaustion passed over him pushing down onto him like a physical weight. In a way he was glad he’d decided to retire now, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could carry on, these last few weeks had been so hard, he just didn’t seem to have the energy any more. It was a shame he had to pass the burden to Buttercup while she was still so young but he was sure she’d do marvellously.
“You worry about her too much dear,” came his wife's voice from next to him.
“Part of my job dear,” he mumbled rolling over with difficulty and stretching out his forearms to draw her close. He nuzzled at her for a moment before opening his eyes, she was as beautiful as the day he’d married her. “I need to make sure she’s safe, to watch over her.”
“Don’t worry, we can both do that, for as long as she needs us to.”
He smiled resting his head in her mane, then another wave of tiredness rolled over him washing consciousness away.
“So what do you think about extending the squire program?” asked Max.
“I’m not sure how that would work out, it seems a good way of training new courtiers but in most cases their family would already have done that, and the newcomers could learn bad habits from their mentors,” said Fragrant.
“It seems to have worked out for me,” he leant forwards and gently kissed her on the cheek. “It could be used as a way to have the court keep an eye on each other in case of anypony getting tempted to do wrong. The mentors and squires could be selected to try and stop feuds, let them see that the other side isn’t really that bad.”
“I somehow doubt that most of the mentors and squires will end up like us,” she noted with a small smile as she leant back into his chest. “Still, I’ll add it to the maybe list, we can talk it over with some of the others later.” The two of them were sitting in a couch in Max’s house. The stallion was stretched out while Fragrant laid out against him with a scattering of papers surrounding them. They had just finished their brunch and were going over Fragrant’s proposal for the reform of the court. Baron Field’s impassioned speech from last night had inspired many courtiers to agree to the changes, now they just had to write up a formal declaration of intent and get it signed. Hopefully not many of the courtiers had gotten cold hooves overnight.
Fragrant picked up a pencil in her mouth and started to scribble some notes on the parchment in front of her. She seemed happy, almost joyful, but Max was still a little troubled by last night, she’d looked positively terrified after he’d gotten a little over amorous, she seemed to have forgiven him but he should have known she was a proper lady, not some country lass willing to roll in the hay after a second date. Still, she didn’t seem un-affectionate, she accepted his kisses, although they were less passionate than last night, and was happy to curl up next to him separated only by the thin material of her summer dress. He guessed he’d just have to be patient and make sure she was comfortable before he made any move. He could wait. It was just a shame she wasn’t willing to make their relationship public.
“Now the funding of the new regulatory body...” began Fragrant, suddenly there was a frantic knocking at the door and her ears pricked up.
“Are you expecting anypony?” she asked.
“Not really, Mrs G might be coming along later but it doesn’t sound like her and she has her own key.”
“You should probably answer it then,” she prompted.
He wiggled a bit in place. “I’m sort of stuck here,” he pointed out.
“Oh,” said Fragrant standing up and brushing down her dress.
Max prized himself off the sofa and trotted over to the door. “Hello?” he asked opening it. He staggered back as he was struck in the chest by a sobbing mare. “Wha?”
“M-M-Max,” wept Buttercup clutching him to her.
“Buttercup! What’s happened, is it Dirt?”
“I-It’s dad, h-h-he he’s gone!”
“Gone? What do you mean? He’s wandered off?”
“He’s dead!” she wailed.
Max’s eyes widened, he couldn’t believe his ears, Baron Field? The old stallion had not been well, but to be snuffed out just like that, there must be some mistake!
Fragrant rushed into the room having heard the conversation, for a moment she felt a spear of jealousy at the younger mare clutching Max, then it was washed away by pity for the filly. “Dead!” she gasped. “What happened?”
“I came to wake him up this m-morning, he looked so happy, so peaceful, h-he was hu-hugging a pillow. I thought he was asleep, I-I let him lie in, did some paperwork, and then when I tried to wake him, he-he was so cold.” She leaned against Max, her sobbing quieting as she explained. “Somepony called a doctor, it might have been me, I-I don’t know. She said, I don’t know, something about his heart I think, I couldn’t... Somepony, I was downstairs, the Canterlot times was missing, dad always reads it each morning so I went out and got a copy... then I remembered... r-remembered... that he-he wouldn’t...” She collapsed against him again.
Fragrant rushed over and gently ran her hoof through the mare’s mane. “Let it out,” she whispered, “Let it all out.” Suddenly Buttercup released Max and gripped the other mare instead burying her face in Fragrant’s mane.
The older mare stiffened for a moment at the unexpected action but then relaxed taking the earth pony’s weight onto her and stroking her back.
“W-wha-what do I do?” wept Buttercup as Fragrant slowly maneuvered her into Max’s living room and onto the sofa. Max stood around feeling awkward, he really didn’t know what to do with a crying mare and Fragrant seemed to have things in hoof for the moment, he took a lead from what Mrs G would do in this situation and started to make some tea.
The act of preparing the brew settled his mind a little, maybe this was why Mrs G did it. It gave him time to think. Baron Fields was dead. It was a shock, he’d liked the stallion, had only gotten to know his whole life last night, but he supposed it wasn’t a total surprise. He had been a very old stallion, but still he’s have hoped he would have had a few years left. What effect did the withdrawal of Buttercups ‘treatments’ have on him? Had she... had he... had they... no, he couldn’t blame himself for that and he hopped Buttercup didn’t either. He picked up the teapot and for a moment considered adding a little spirit, Mrs G would, but he hoped it wouldn’t be necessary.
Carefully balancing the tray on his back he headed into the other room, to his relief, Buttercup seemed to have calmed a little, she was perched on the edge of the sofa, Fragrant was sitting next to her gently running a wing up and down her back soothingly. The young mare’s red raw eyes flickered up to him as he entered. “I thought you might like a drink,” he said wishing he knew some words of comfort that would make her feel better.
“Thank you,” mumbled Buttercup, mechanically taking the drink and sipping the hot liquid without looking at it.
The three of them sat in silence for a few minutes, finally Fragrant spoke. “You’ll have to go home soon, ponies will be looking for you.”
“Oh,” said Buttercup looking down, “Do... Do I... have to?”
“We’ll be there to help you,” said Max soothingly, reaching out with a hoof.
“Do you have any family or friends in town?” asked Fragrant.
“Some servants, auntie Quicksilver, but she didn’t come back with us last night, I don’t know where she is.”
“Auntie Quicksilver?” asked Max, he didn’t know the pegasus was related to the Fields’.
“We’re not actually related, she’s a friend of the family, she served with... with d-dad,” her eyes began to water again.
“You have to be strong,” said Fragrant gently, “You’re a Baroness now, you need to be able to hide your feelings.”
“I.. I know,” said Buttercup seeming to brace herself, she blinked a few times clearing her eyes. “I have to be able to deal with this, it’s what d-dad would have wanted. I-I need to clean myself up, can I, can I use your bathroom?” she asked.
“Of course,” said Max, “It’s that way.” He pointed in the relevant direction.
“Thank you,” said Buttercup walking a little unsteadily in the direction indicated.
Once she had left Max moved over to Fragrant and whispered to her, “Aren't you being a bit harsh on the filly? Her father just died, and she found the body.”
Fragrant sighed. “She is a member of the nobility, a Baroness now, she has to stand strong for her people.”
“Can’t she at least have time to mourn?”
“Only in private, she needs to show the rest of the court, and Equestria that she can take the pressure,” said Fragrant with certainty.
Max tried to weigh it up, he supposed it made some sense, but it seemed wrong that she would have to bottle up her feelings. “But we can still help her, right?”
“We can help her, but not coddle her, she has to go through this herself. And we have other, more important, things to do. We still have to rally the nobles. Although this may be an opportunity...”
“Opportunity? What do you mean?”
“Baron Field’s speech last night convinced many nobles to join our cause. Now that it turns out that it was almost his dying words, it will sway even more.”
“Fragrant!” gasped Max, “How can you use his death like this!”
Fragrant looked blank, then pain crossed her features. “I know, its emotional blackmail, but it’s for the good of Equestria! Isn’t it?” she seemed unsure.
“I... I don’t know, you’re much better at this sort of thing than me, but don’t Fisher and ponies like him say that about everything they do?”
“I don’t know either, it feels like the right thing to do, but is it just the right thing for me? What do you think?”
Max moved forwards and nuzzled her for a moment. “I think somepony like Fisher wouldn’t even give it a second though, which is why you’re a much better pony than him.”
“And I think my father would agree with you,” same Buttercups voice from the door.
Max and Fragrant turned to see her. The younger pony was standing tall and composed, her eyes were still somewhat puffy, but she was much recovered from earlier. “He wanted to return honour to the court. If he can help with that, even after his... after his death, then he would want to help. I will help.”
“Thank you,” said Fragrant. “Thank you Baroness.”
The three of them made their way back to the Fields estate. To Max’s surprise and Fragrant’s annoyance a small group of reporters had already set up outside. She was ready to try to organise a group of guards to send them on their way when Buttercup stopped her. The new Baroness instead strode over to the reporters and started an impromptu press conference. She calmly provided the little information she had about her father’s death and confirmed that as his heir she was immediately taking over his role.
Max was surprised by how easily she seemed to be dealing with the situation given how upset she had been only an hour ago. However from his position next to her he could see her tail flicking in distress and realised the calm was only skin deep. Eventually the reporters’ questions began to cut a little too deep and Fragrant called an end to things.
Together the three of them entered the estate. Quicksilver had apparently arrived at some point while Buttercup was with them and the old military mare had sadly begun to organise the removal of her friend’s body. Once she saw Buttercup the old mare threw a wing around her ‘niece’, now that she was away from prying eyes Buttercup allowed herself to start to cry again. Although more controlled than before it still took her several minutes to regain her composure.
Between the four of them they began grisly business of organising the funeral.
The funeral, two days later, was overcast but not rainy, precisely the conditions that Fragrant had ordered. The Canterlot weather team, well used to specific weather conditions being request for events, had quickly and efficiently moved the required clouds into position earlier this morning and then made themselves scarce. Max could never decide if a funeral should be like this, or if it should be bright and sunny, should you mourn the loss of a life, or celebrate that life’s achievements? He thought he preferred the second, but it probably varied from pony to pony, he’d heard down south in Neigh Orleans they held big parades for funerals, that sounded interesting. But Fragrant had told him that Canterlot funerals were traditionally gloomy events, although if her plans came to fruition that might not be entirely true for this one.
Technically, he thought, this was not really a funeral, more a sort of saying goodbye. The Baron’s body was not being laid to rest here, after the ceremony it would be loaded onto a cart to take it to the train station for the next step of its long journey back to Houyhnhnm when it would finally be consigned to the sea as per the baron’s wishes and the provinces traditions, there to rest with his wife and ancestors, still this would be the last time Max would see his friend. He’d never really thought of it like that before, that he wouldn’t see the Baron again, that he wouldn’t be there to ask for advice from. It still felt that he might bump into him in the corridors of Canterlot someday. The day suddenly seemed so much more final, although if things went to plan it would also be a beginning.
He looked around. The ceremony was being carried out in one of Canterlot’s many parks, despite the weather rows of bright flowers in the colours of the Baron’s province surrounded the area.
It had rather surprised Max when Greengrass had volunteered to arrange that detail. Fragrant had suspected some sort of trick but Greenmeadow had vouched for his sons good intentions in this matter, and given the speed of the preparations they hadn’t had much of a choice. Almost overnight a small army of gardeners had moved in and planted the gardens. Max hoped the Baron would have appreciated them.
Even more bouquets covered the coffin itself, the top was half open to allow the body within to be viewed, the bottom half was draped in the Equestrian flag. Within the casket Fields looked, content, thought Max, as if he was taking a nap, an almost smile covering the old stallions face.
Scattered around and above the field were hundreds of ponies of all tribes, even more than at the retirement party. It seemed like most of the court was here as well as many of their families and baron Fields own friends. There off got one side was Puissance and a mob of her family, the old mare’s face was completely covered by a long veil. There near the front was a group of ponies of various ages dressed in a mix of uniforms. As he glanced around Max gaze was suddenly caught by a flash of pink among the greys and blacks, there next to Viscount Blueblood stood a young mare with a tightly curled mane, bizarrely she had a single black balloon tied to her hoof. Normally Max would have thought it was tasteless but on the mare it seemed oddly fitting.
“Are you alright?” asked Fragrant from nearby, shocking him from his distraction.
“Just thinking,” he said turning to face her, she was dressed in a modest black dress with a short veil covering the top of her face.
“There is something about a funeral which makes you weigh up your life,” she agreed. “I just hope what I’m planning to do is right, it doesn’t seem that tasteful, using the Baron this way.”
“Buttercup agreed, and you know he would have as well.”
“True, but it’s more important what the princess will think of it.”
“She’s still not replied?”
“No, she would normally officiate at the funeral of a court member, but there’s been no reply from her office. Has she really given up on us?”
“No, I’m sure it not that, we just...”
Max was interrupted by the arrival of Mrs Grobhar. “It’s almost time,” she said, the goat had dyed her mane blue as per her peoples funeral traditions, “I think Buttercup could do with some support.” She gestured towards the young mare standing off to one side of the stage surrounded by a gaggle of well-wishers.
“She seems alright,” said Max.
“She’s putting on a brave face,” agreed Mrs G. “But I think she needs some help from ponies she’s close to.”
Max nodded, Buttercup had been working hard for the last few days to arrange all of this. But she might have just been distracting herself. She’d been admirably composed so far today but he felt that she hadn’t had enough time to herself to truly grieve. Now that she couldn’t avoid the fact of her father’s death he could understand she might need some more help.
The three of them gently pushed their way through the crowd towards Buttercup, Max could tell that Mrs G was right, the young mare seemed outwardly calm and in control, but the occasional twitch of her tail and ears betrayed the stress she was under. Oddly she had a black balloon tied to her tail.
Without a word Fragrant strode over and took Buttercups place dealing with the well-wishers allowing Max to take the young mare by the hoof and draw her aside to a more quiet part of the field.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
“I’m, I-I don’t know. There’s so many of them, they’re all trying to be so nice, someone gave me a balloon, I’m not sure who, but they just keep reminding me that... that he’s gone.” Her head drooped and came to rest on his shoulder.
“You can let it all out you know, no one is going to think any less of you, if you cry here.”
“No-no, like Fragrant said I have to be strong. I have to show the court that I can take f-fathers place.” She straightened. “I can’t break down.”
“Oh, dearie,” said Mrs G. “Maybe that’s what Duchess Posey would do, maybe it works for her, but you’re your own pony what do you want to do?”
“I want... I-I want my daddy back!” tear started to stream from her eyes and she collapsed against the old goat. “He’s dead! My Daddy’s dead!”
“There, there, dearie,” crooned Mrs G rocking the crying mare.
“Why, why did he leave me? I don’t want to be alone,” she sobbed, “It’s always been him and me, now it’s just me.”
“He didn’t leave you dear, he’s still here,” Mrs G tapped her head, “And here,” another hoof gently prodded her chest. “He’ll always be with you as long as you remember him, you can do that right? Just close your eyes and remember.”
Her tears slowing Buttercup shut her eyes, “I can see him,” she mumbled. “He’s congratulating me for getting the court to allocate funds to an orphanage.” She sniffed a little.
“And you can always see him whenever you want, and when you don’t he’ll sleep in your mind until you need him again.”
Giving a watery smile Buttercup straightened up a little and began to dry her eyes. “Thank you, Mrs Grobnar,” she said politely.
“Any time dearie,” she held out a hoofkerchief. “Now blow,” she ordered.
Buttercup took the cloth and loudly blew her nose blinking away the last of the tears before passing it back to the goat.
“It’s time to start dear,” said Quicksilver walking over to the small group. “Do you think you’re up to it?”
“Yes, yes,” repeated Buttercup with increasing strength. She untied the balloon from her tail and watched as it slowly ascended into the sky. She watched it for a moment before taking a deep breath. “I’m ready,” she said.
“That was nice of you,” said Max to Mrs G as Buttercup and Quicksilver made their way off to the stage.
“Well when you get to my age you’ve had some time to get used to this sort of thing. Of course sooner or later it’ll be my time,” said the goat matter of factly.
“Don’t say that Mrs G,” said Max, he wasn’t sure what he’d do without her.
“Sooner or later, although I’m not planning on going anywhere anytime soon you know.”
“Come on,” said Fragrant trotting over to meet both of them. “We should take our places.”
Max watched as Buttercup slowly mounted the stage, around her stood himself, Fragrant, Quicksilver, Greenmeadow and a few of the baron’s other closest friends, all there to provide support to the young mare. Max looked out at the sea of faces in front of him, it was good to know that so many had cared for Rolling Fields, Buttercup had originally wanted a smaller more intimate service but Fragrant’s plan had required a larger gathering and Buttercup had recognised and agreed to that need.
Buttercup stopped in the centre of stage and looked over towards her father's coffin, half a dozen ponies in the padded armour of the Equestrian Royal Marines, two of each tribe, standing motionless at guard around it. She closed her eyes for a moment to gather her strength before raising her head and staring out towards the crowd. “Friends, colleagues,” she began before stopping and looking up towards the sky.
Max blinked and followed her gaze, there were three dark blue flying shapes approaching quickly. A hubbub erupted from the crowd as the shapes resolved themselves into Princess Luna and two of her guards. The three ponies landed on the stage next to Buttercup. After a moment of shock all present bowed at their ruler’s sudden appearance. Luna gestured to Buttercup. “Arise Lady Fields,” she intoned. “I am sorry for not contacting you earlier, but with your permission I would like to have the honour and sorrow of conducting this ceremony for your father.”
“Of course your majesty,” said Buttercup, sounding both shocked and relieved.
“Thank you, all rise,” said Luna.
Max glanced over to Fragrant she seemed deep in thought at this event, it would clearly change her plans.
Luna stood silently for a moment looking over at the coffin before turning back to the assembled crowds.
“Did you think I would not come?” she asked. “For a time I did consider it. You know that I am displeased with many of you, that you have not reached the heights that I know you could. This is true, but still, you, like all of the ponies of Equestria are my little ponies, it is I who induct you into the court and it is my duty to speak of you at your end. I let my anger overshadow my responsibilities recently but in this matter, this final end, I swear, whatever you do, I will do this for you, always. Death, or life, may take your memory from all others but I, I will remember.”
She let her words roll over those present before continuing. “In my long long life I have seen many pass through the court, pony after pony, year after year. You might think that after such a time I would lose track, that you would all blending into a single mass.” She shook her head. “That that is not true, even after knowing millions of ponies, each and every one of you is unique, each of you live your own lives, you are born, you live and you die, each in your own way. And like all of you, Baron Fields was also unique.” She turned once again to the coffin. “I first met him over eighty years ago, when his father brought him and his brother to court for the first time. I think he was a little scared of me, it took the promise of many sweets to make him come out from behind his mother's legs,” she smiled at the recollection. “It was several decades before I met him again when he took up his position at court, he was a rather handsome stallion as I recall, just as nervous as at our first meeting but he hid it better. At our meeting after his ennoblement he mostly spoke of his late sister, family was always important to him,” she gave Buttercup a kindly smile.
“Then over the years I watched him grow into a model courtier, although he was never at the forefront, he served his people well with the less glamorous but far more necessary background work. Over time I saw him age and physically weaken but his spirit always remained strong, as it is now in his daughter, who I am eager to induct into the court. Even at the end he pleaded with the court to show unity and contrition for their recent wrongs.” The princess’s eyes scanned the crowd and few could meet her gaze. “He recognised his failings and tried to overcome them, as should we all. Myself no less than any other.”
The Princess paused before continuing. “I have been asked many times over my life what, if anything, comes after death, as if I would know! My nature means that I have less understanding of that issue than others, but still I am asked. The truth of it is, I know nothing and I am content with that, the universe should have some secrets or there would not be a reason why it should continue. If I was asked to make a guess then I would say that as life is a search for harmony, than ultimately death is the completion of that search. I hope that Baron Fields is now at harmony.”
Looking around Max saw several brows furrowing at the princesses words. It sounded nice to him although he didn’t really understand what it meant, but then she was the princess and he wasn’t, of course she would understand such things more than him.
“Now,” said Luna, “Is there anypony else who would like to speak?”
One after another a small number of ponies stood up to talk about the Baron, many repeated what had been said at the retirement party. Quicksilver told a tale of the Baron’s days in the military culminating in a filthy joke. Much of the crowd tittered nervously until the princess herself broke out in a belly laugh.
Near the end of the ceremony Vicereine Puscience stood up to talk. With a shallow bow to the Princess she took her place at the front of the gathering next to the Barons body. To Max’s surprise the normally spritely old mare seemed every year of her age, tired, worn out and even a little confused, as if she didn’t quite understand what had happened. “I am old,” she intoned, or at least Max thought she did, her voice started as a mere whisper. “I have seen many ponies pass in my time,” she continued at an increased volume, “Colleagues, family. I have over the years seen the court change, seen ponies arrive and leave but Rolling always seemed to be a changeless feature, as I thought myself to be. His death has... has changed things, once we were young together but time passed and now, now he is gone, and I, I am old.” She sounded like she didn’t quite understand how that had happened.
Around Max a rumble passed through the crowd, they had not expected this rambling from the Vicereine. Realising what she had been saying Puscience visibly pulled herself together. “Baron Fields death,” she began again. “Has come as a shock to many of us, it was sudden but the same thing could happen to any of us. Ultimately we are mortal beings, only the Princess has the gift of immortality,” she nodded to Luna. “But our actions, they can be eternal and the Baron’s actions will be remembered for many years, by his people and by the court. He is succeeded by his daughter, again a form of immortality,” she looked down at the her family in the crowd, “She, I am certain will follow in her father's hoofsteps, he has trained her well, and that is the way it should be, pony after pony following each other’s hoofsteps through eternity.”
She paused again frowning as if her words had once again gotten away from her. “In this way even though his body is dead Rolling Fields will continue to live on for ever,” she concluded.
She stopped again and after a moment there was a cautious stomp of applause through the crowd and the old mare stood down and returned to her seat.
Finally Buttercup took the podium again to speak of her father. “My father is... was... is the most important pony in my life. After the death of my mother he raised me almost single hoofed, everything I now have is thanks to him. He raised me, and raised me well, taught me to put the needs of others before my own, to serve Equestria. I-I used to be frightened that I wouldn’t be able to carry on without him, but somepo... someone told me that I’ll never be alone, that he’ll always be with me.” She turned to the coffin, “So I won’t say go-goodbye dad, I’ll just say farewell.” She walked over and nuzzled the wooden box with her father’s mortal remains in it.
As Buttercup stood aside the guards around the coffin began to move, the unicorns took the edges of the flag on the coffin in their auras and gently and solemnly began to fold it. Next to them the earth ponies and Pegasus presented their halberds locking them together over the coffin, saluting their fallen colleague. Behind them a band began to play the Equestrian national anthem. Once the ceremony was completed the leading marine saluted the Princess before presenting the flag to her. Luna nodded, took the bundle in her aura and turning to Buttercup gave another nod before gently placed the flag on her back.
Pausing for a moment the young pony slowly walked towards the coffin where she was met by Quicksilver, Greenmeadow and the marine officer who gently took the wooden container on their backs and slowly carried their load off the stage to the waiting carriage which was ready to carry it on the long journey to the Baron’s final resting place.
The funeral over the crowds below started to disperse and Luna turned to leave. Fragrant nodded to Max, Wallflower and a few others in the audience. They started to pass out scrolls to a number of the members of the audience. The Duchess stepped forwards and turned to face the Princess. “Your highness,” she began, “Me and many of the courtiers would like to present something to you, something we hope will change the face of the Night Court.”
The Princess looked surprised, and then intrigued.
“Something we want to do for everypony, for everyone in Equestria,” said Fragrant. She took a deep breath before beginning to quietlysing.
When I’m working, well I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the one who’s working for them all When I’m leading, well I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the one who leads well for them all, down among the audience Max joined in with Fragrant, their voices twining together.
If I’m humbled, well I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the one who’s humbled by them all And if I fail, then I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the one who tries again for them all, more and more ponies in the crowd were taking up the scrolls and stamping their marks on them. Wallflower stepped forwards towards her ruler and took up the song. When I'm working, yes I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the one who's working for them all And with the money that comes in from the working pony I'll pass every single jangle back to them
And as I grow wise, well I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the one who grows wise for them all said Greenmeadow struggling to stand with his cane.
And when I’m planning, yes I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the one who makes plans for them all cried Kibitz and Mellow in harmony
If I’m tempted, well I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the one who resists for them all sang Nightlight lowering his head. And when I'm dreaming, well I know I'm gonna dream I'm gonna dream about the future that’s best for them all added Buttercup
When I’m playing, well I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the one who has to play against them all, mumbled Greengrass to Notary. He looked intrigued by the idea, he scanned the scroll someone had passed him with a raised eyebrow.
And when I make planning, yes I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the one who makes plans for them all
I'm gonna be the one who makes plans for them all, echoed the rest of the court present
For a moment the singing died down and Princess Luna continued to look coldly at the court.
And we will go that extra mile cried Max stepping forwards and kneeling towards his monarch. And we will do so much more To give our all for this land, to prove ourselves worthwhile To be the courts saviours He held out the form he had just signed to Wallflower.
And we will go that extra mile And we will do so much more To give our all for this land, prove ourselves worthwhile To be the courts saviours, in turn Fragrant did the same passing her scroll forwards to the Vicereine.
The courtiers who were not signing the documents started to slowly slip away from the commotion with expressions ranging from confusion to horror.
And we will go that extra mile And we will do so much more, Cried more and more of the court as they rushed towards Luna skidding to a stop and passing more of more of the scrolls forwards. To give our all for this land, prove ourselves worthwhile To be the courts saviours
And we will go that extra mile And we will do so much more To give our all for this land, prove ourselves worthwhile To be the courts saviours Countess Quill proved to be particularly spry as she leapt over Duke Sands to pass on her completed document.
For L-un-a, For L-un-a, For L-un-a, For L-un-a, cried all the courtiers present We will give our all, be the best we can for Equestria-ia For L-un-a, For L-un-a, For L-un-a, For L-un-a We will give our all, be the best we can for Equestria-ia
When I’m working, well I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the one who’s working for the them all, exclaimed Fragrant
And if I fail, then I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the one who tries again for them all, added Max
And when I make a plan, yes I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the one who makes plans best for us all
And if I fail, then I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the one who tries again for them all, cried the courtiers
The crowd split into two mares on one side and stallions on the other.
And we will go that extra mile, cried the mares And we will do so much more To give our all for this land, prove ourselves worthwhile To be the courts saviours
For L-un-a, For L-un-a, For L-un-a, For L-un-a We will give our all, be the best we can for Equestria-ia For L-un-a, For L-un-a, For L-un-a, For L-un-a We will give our all, be the best we can for Equestria-ia
And we will go that extra mile, agreed the stallions And we will do so much more To give our all for this land, prove ourselves worthwhile To be the courts saviours
For L-un-a, For L-un-a, For L-un-a, For L-un-a We will give our all, be the best we can for Equestria-ia For L-un-a, For L-un-a, For L-un-a, For L-un-a We will give our all, be the best we can for Equestria-ia
The two crowds rushed towards each other intermingling and twisting around each other. Max took Fragrant in his arms as she passed and quick as a flash kissed her on the lips before she span past.
And we will go that extra mile, cried the whole court thunderously. And we will do so much more To give our all for this land, prove ourselves worthwhile To be the courts saviours, they all skidded to a halt in front of Luna kneeling at her hooves.
For L-un-a, For L-un-a, For L-un-a, For L-un-a We will give our all, be the best we can for Equestria-ia For L-un-a, For L-un-a, For L-un-a, For L-un-a We will give our all, be the best we can for Equestria-ia
Silence finally blanketed the area, many of the less fit court members were panting hard and many seemed dazed by their spontaneous outpouring of emotion.
Luna stepped forwards and took the offered papers in her aura, the wad was thick well over a hundred copies of the same document. “What is this?” she asked.
“It as a plan for proposed reformation of the Night Court, your majesty,” explained Wallflower. “Extra powers for the mayors, representatives and citizens to investigate the activities of the court, increase scrutiny of the Courtiers personal finances.”
“The strengthening of the Internal Affairs Bureau,” added Night Light, “Removing it from court control and giving it additional investigative and judicial powers. Other lesser changes as well.”
“You all agree on these?” asked Luna.
“Yes, your majesty,” replied the courtiers, their voices blending into one.
“We want to prove to you that we can do better, that you can trust us,” pleaded Wallflower.
“There is one more thing your majesty,” added Fragrant, “We didn’t want any one member of our group to gain the prestige of proposing this legislation.”
Luna frowned. “You know that all legislation must be proposed by a named night court member to be accepted.”
“Yes your highness, but look who we selected.”
Luna’s eyes flickered through the scrolls she held, the paperwork was in the name of Baron Rolling Fields. “Ah, I see, most appropriate.”
Luna scanned the ponies still prostrate in front of her, her face unreadable. Tension hung in the air for several long seconds, then a smile spread across her face like the moon appearing from behind a cloud. “Thank you, thank you my ponies. I accept your contrition, now go... go and be the best ponies you can!”
From her quarters in the highest tower in Canterlot Castle Princess Luna looked out over the city and all the ponies within in. Even now in the early morning it was a bustling hive of activity, truly Canterlot was a city that never slept. She yawned, although she could go several weeks without sleep if she needed to, she preferred to try and get some shut eye each day if possible, and the events of the last few weeks had made that an impossibility.
The truth about her court, the truth she had been wilfully ignorant of, had hit her hard, the thought of having to clean house again, while her sister was stalking the countryside had seemed like a nightmare, but she had been prepared to do it, if necessary. The court’s proposition last week had put such plans on hold for the moment, she knew all she had so far were words, but they were good words truthfully given. Now at least she had hope that things would improve, maybe this time the court could be reformed without having to break it down first.
Glancing down at the city far below she watched as, in a cloud of white smoke, a train, looking like a toy from this distance, slowly pulled away and started its journey down the mountain. With a flash of her horn she sharpened her eyes too far beyond that of even an owl or other bird of prey. There in the train’s window, as expected, was a grey coated earth pony stallion, Baron Mounty Max, starting his journey back to his province. He seemed to be discussing something with his assistant, his hooves moving animatedly.
Luna smiled, she tried not to play favourites at court but she found she liked the stallion. His simple straightforward and honourable attitude was refreshing. She was glad she had taken the risk of ennobling him. He had made mistakes in his time at court, but what pony didn’t? It was worrying that even in the short time he had been a baron he had already gotten into shaky moral ground, but he had done so with the best of intentions. Yes, she had high hopes for him over the following months and years.
Shifting her gaze she glanced up into the sky as an air chariot glided by pulled by two chauffeurs, it was headed away to the south west. Again enhancing her vision she noted the pink maned pegasus mare riding in it alone. Duchess Fragrant Posey, another pony she had had her eye on, and if she didn’t miss her guess Max’s special somepony. They were making some effort to hide their relationship, but weren’t making that good a job of it, she smiled. She liked her little ponies to be happy, as long as the relationship did not interfere with their jobs she was content to leave them be.
Fragrant had been a model courtier and at one time Luna had held her up as a paragon amongst the others. She had been disappointed by the pegasus’s hooves of clay, but maybe she had set her target too high. The mare tried her best. Luna had been saddened that the long years at court, as well as some personal traumas, she didn’t know exactly what, and didn’t like to pry, had seemed to be wearing the duchess down. Max’s appearance seemed to have reversed that decay, love was treating the Duchess well.
The chariot disappeared behind a cloud bank and Luna blinked, cancelling her spell. She was certainly living in interesting times, but maybe it was worth it to be surrounded by such interesting ponies. She sat back at her seat and put on her lens-less glasses peering at the paperwork in front of her, she still had quite a bit to do before she could sleep. She wondered what the future would bring.
