trans_9 | Locked - Temperance

Initially, when he absented himself from the group who had been left behind, Sparhawk intended to use the time to explore Stacey, and to perhaps add weight to certain suspicions that were in his head. But instead, he found himself in the City.

Many of the buildings down here were not familiar to him, their purpose unknown. But there was one that he was familiar with, that was the centre of his religion. Whether it was the actual Basillica, transported here for some purpose, or just a good copy, he didn't know, but it was something familiar.

Being a Knight of the Church, he had always had faith. Faith was comforting, something to lean on. And then he discovered that he was Anakha, his destiny unwritten, and that he made the Gods nervous. And with everything that happened to him, his faith was tested. But he always believed.

Kneeling in front of the altar, head bowed, lost in thought, Sparhawk considered.

Time passed. As he emerged from the Basillica, it was hard for him to know how long it had been.

It look him a moment to figure out how to work the device that had been given to him. Normally he wouldn't have used it, letter writing not being his strong point, but this would be the exception.

Hopefully, the Lady Temperance would get the message to meet him at the Sensoriums, with company if she could not trust him.

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Too bad Temperance doesn't get humor.

Her eyebrows arch. She'd already gotten he was religious, but...Yeah. Champion? She had to keep reminding herself that he was not only from a different world, but also from a different time.

"So you're the Queen's husband. Does that make you a Prince?" She was only asking because that's how the British monarchy worked.

"It does, yes," Sparhawk admits. While he loves Ehlana, and is very very happy to be her husband, he's still getting used to the title of Prince, even so many years on. Which is why he's not really mentioning it aboard this Stacey.

"Ehlana keeps trying to give me other titles as well though, but so far I have managed to talk her out of it."

Booth is a little nonplussed. He's never really liked the rich and high and mighty much. But at least this guy isn't like a lot of them. Booth doesn't pick up the usual air of "I'm better than you are" and he likes that. He wishes the rich people he ran into during work weren't always so superior and haughty.

"Have you earned these other titles?" Temperance asks, not getting why someone wouldn't want the recognations they rightly deserve.

"Ehlana seems to think so, by virtue of me being her husband. I diasgree though, and with the titles comes responsibility. There is enough of that lying on my shoulders already." Sparhawk explains.

Plus he's now here, which is a whole new world, with new responsibilities.

"Yes, I suppose you're correct about titles giving one responsibilities." She has no problem herself though when it comes to the responsibilities that come with her own.

"Out of pure curiosity, what sort of titles is your wife trying to give you?"

"When Ehlana ascended to the throne, some of her nobles were revealed to be in league with her enemies. Their estates were confiscated and returned to the crown. It's those lands and the titles that go with them, of Earl, and Baron, that Ehlana wants to give me," Sparhawk explains.

"I suppose I can understand not wanting to recieve titles that way," Temperance says as she nods her head.

It's very enlightening talking to Sparhawk, it was too bad Doctor Goodman wasn't here, he would probably be asking Sparhawk a lot more than what Brennan was. ~~Maybe it's really a good thing then.~~

"Is there a way for you to earn them?"

Sparhawk thinks about this. "Unless Ehlana decides to hold a contest, I don't believe so. And in truth, what do I need with more estates?"

He's determined to hammer this point home. Heaven forbid that Ehlana ever meets Temperance. It would be interesting, to say the least.

"Perhaps now that the world has calmed somewhat, my Queen can find people she trusts to minister the estates."

"Well from what you've stated, I'm sure your wife is an intelligent woman and will do what's best for her world." Well she's assuming his wife is ruler of a world because he'd just said something about the world calming down.

Sparhawk smiles in remembrance. "She will. Though I'm sure that after our stay in Matherion, there will be new parks appearing in Cimmura, the capital."

Once more, Sparhawk bows formally to Temperance. "And thank you for accepting my apology. I will think before I speak in future, and I hope that you will correct me if I am too offensive."

"You're welcome," Temperance says with a nod.

Though really Sparhawk? Asking Temperance Brennan of all people to correct you if you come off too offensive? Not the smartest thing, only because she doesn't always pick up on things like that.

"I'll do my best," She replies, offering Sparhawk a friendly smile - not even thinking that she's not the best person for the job.

She glances around the sensorioum again and takes a few steps toward the exit. "If I ever figure out how these things work, perhaps sometime you'd like to see where I work, and the types of things I normally do." She figures he's OK to see that sort of stuff, it's not like he's even from her world anyway.

Sparhawk would never consider it either. He doesn't go out of his way to be offensive, unless he's really annoyed, but since she seems to know more about the past, she can probably correct him if he's getting muddled again.

He really needs to figure out what to do about all these female warriors as well.

"I would be honoured Lady," he tells her in all honesty. "And perhaps I could show you more of my world, should you desire."

Think of the investigative opportunities, Dr Brennan!

She is thinking of those opportunities and she nods, "That sounds like a reasonable plan to me."

She walks to the exit and it opens. "Thank you for the stimulating conversation, Mr. Sparhawk. I certainly feel as though I learned a lot today."

"I too, Dr Brennan." Sparhawk replies simply. "Thank you."

Booth is backing up slowly, being as quite as his sniper skills will allow but not knowing whether either of the other two will see him or not. He's not really worried about Sparhawk, but Bones will make her displeasure known if she runs into him. He's pretty sure of that.

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