shirena  asked:

What if Kel was executed for treason in Lady Knight? What if it caused a rebellion? Because you can't tell me that what the world will hear in canon isn't that Wyldon ordered her to follow the refugees. Anything else would create resentment. For all Wyldon's pretty talk, surely he noticed that. And if they tried to hush it up? I don't see Raoul and Alanna letting that happen. And if you knew your king executed nobles for rescuing commoners from a fate worse than death, wouldn't you rebel?

No, no, no, no I can’t do it. Kel is my lady, my light, my love–and I can’t imagine a world where the people on that war front would ever have allowed her death. So let’s tell this story–she was found guilty of treason. She was sentenced to death, kneeling on that Tortallan river mud, enemy territory a stone’s throw behind her, hundreds of abandoned souls saved by her stubborn hands. 

Dutiful misery was stark in the grip Wyldon used to pull her to her feet and tie her hands behind her. (He would not leave that job to a lesser man.) Rage poured off Raoul, simmering, trapped. The King’s Own protested–when they shut themselves up it was not at their commander’s order but at Kel’s quelling shake of her head.

Wyldon could protect Owen, who was his squire and his responsibility. The King’s Own had technically, roughly, been following orders. The rescued civilians were ushered toward safety with faintly awed hands. Kel, Merric, and Neal were ushered forward, too, by awed hands, but it was with their own hands bound behind them and it was not toward safety.

But the awe was there– these knights had done the impossible. They had gone into enemy territory, after monsters made of death and metal, and saved their people. They had done the impossible– they had put protecting homeless peasants above obeying their lord. Wyldon tied each of their hands behind their backs and they did not apologize. Neal raised his chin like he was challenging Wyldon to demand it of him.

But the Giantkiller fortress was flooded with children and civilians who had been written off as collateral damage. After days of hard travel, the children were no longer unnaturally clean and coiffed; they would always be scared. They would always be brave. They would not allow Kel to be the price paid for their lives.

A pretty young woman who had once stabbed a Scanran slaver to death found out where they were keeping Kel and her knights. Children threw tantrums to distract while the ex-convicts picked the locks on their doors. Tobe got the horses and kept them quiet. When they got to the main gates again, Neal ready to put them all to sleep, the guards turned around the same way they had days before and let them through.

Up in the commander’s quarters, Wyldon slept restlessly. He had told Keladry of Mindelan once that he believed the best thing that could be said of his tenure as training master was that she had been in his care. He still believed that to be true, but he had his orders. When they woke him, he would be stranded somewhere between rage and relief.

Only a handful of Haven civilians came out into the woods with Kel that night. Neal tsked about Giantkiller’s healers and worked on them all while Merric went though their stolen saddlepacks and took inventory. Fanche pulled bread, cheese, and knives out of her bulging skirts and passed them around.

Kel sat, staring at the space they would have put a fire if they had thought it was safe to light one. Neal bullied some bread into her and Merric asked, “What do we do now, Kel?”

She considered saying, “Why are you asking me?” but Kel had always been very bad at lying to herself. She looked up at the trees. Fir. Spruce. “There’s a war on,” Kel said. “No matter what they say back there, we still have a sworn duty. Or at least I do.” Her school friends were looking up at her like she held their allegiances in her callused palm. The Haven people were careful shadows, tired, certain. Tobe looked at her like he was never letting her out of his sight again. “I’m going to keep fighting.”

They took down their first Scanran raiding party the next day, finding them almost on accident. The first Haven dogs and cats skipped and sauntered into their makeshift camp the next night, curling up by the fire and dropping rabbits for the humans to clean for them.

Haven civilians and convicts began wandering in, grinning tightly, bringing stories of Giantkiller all up in arms. After the first week, once she’d figured out they might be there for good, Kel had started looking for clerks.

When Dom and most of his squad of the King’s Own walked into their camp without a single piece of official Crown livery on, Kel seized Dom by one rough, plain sleeve and dragged him to the side.

“You can’t be here,” she hissed. “Neal and Merric are as damned as I am. The refugees have nowhere safer to go, and I’m not going to keep them from a fight if they want it. But you– Raoul needs you, Dom.”

“Raoul needs us to win this war,” said Dom. “And neither of us could think of any better hands for my squad to be in than yours. If we’re going to win this, we can’t keep our best commanders in the dark.” He grinned. “Even if they’re grumpy giantesses of fugitives.”

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Keladry of Mindelan

The Protector of the Small quartet were some of my favorite books as a kid, and I finally read them again for the first time in a couple of years, and I’m glad I did because it was just what I needed right now. 

In any case, it’s been a decade since I first picked the series up, and Kel is still my hero.

talk to me about keladry of mindelan

talk to me about how when she was put on probation because she was a girl, she stood tall, refused to let her anger show, and did her best to see the best of the situation

talk to me about how when she was ten years old she schooled her fifteen year old best friend on the fact that he wasn’t standing up against the bullies in the years above

talk to me about how when she found out that her lance was weighted, she just went “this’ll be good for later on” and kept it, rather than being angry about it

talk to me about how she got over her crippling fear of heights to save her servant and friend

talk to me about how she did her best to form healthy relationships with the people around her

talk to me about keladry of mindelan

Yesterday at the renaissance faire, there was a woman jousting.

She was about my age, and unlike me (wonderfully petite, though stocky, at 5 ft tall), she was a giant. They introduced her as a woman, they didn’t bother with some storyline of her hiding herself. And she was beautiful. She rode three times, and each time she ATTACKED on the hit - she never held back for a second. She fell on her last pass, but it didn’t matter. Ever since I can remember, my dream was always to be the knight, not the princess. That dream was intensified by Tamora Pierce’s Protector of the Small series. That dream was kind of dashed by my lack of height, but also by the fact that I’d only ever heard of a couple of women ever jousting, and it had only been in a theatrical, not competitive setting. I’d certainly never seen one do it. GUYS. Yesterday my dream came true, at least in a way. I was too shy to go talk to her afterwards, and part of me regrets that. But by the Gods I hope she knows the impact she had on so many girls in the audience. I CRIED. Openly wept as I watched her joust. Ten-year-old me’s dream was alive again. Goddess bless, Lady Knight.

(and the best part? She rode in green, just like Kel did under Raoul)

Okay, I’m on a bit of a Kel kick here so here’s one thing that really meant a lot to me when I read the Protector of the Small books: her height.

The average height of an American woman is 5′5″, 5′6″, somewhere around there. Book characters tend to reflect that. However, I would always get my hopes up on the rare occasion a female character was called tall - only to have them dashed when that tall character is 5′8″ at best.

It’s hard to sympathize with a character who’s 5′8″ being teased for her height when you yourself are 5′11″. 

But then along came Keladry of Mindelan, the tallest human girl I’ve ever read about at an amazing 5′10″. Kel’s height isn’t insignificant, either. She’s called unfeminine for it, gawky-  the same things as me. But how does she react?

She ignores her tormentors and turns her height into an advantage. Her height allows her further reach in fights and helps her with physical intimidation. She turns a weapon for her bullies into a weapon for herself. 

That was really important to me, growing up. I might be weirdly tall, and all legs, and lanky- but so is Keladry of Mindelan, and she kicks butt.