Chapter 153: Parseltongue - The Tongue of the Old Ones!
Kai shook his head inwardly, seeing that even a 13th-floor fallen Contestant didn't have a will strong enough to resist Petyr's play of words.
"Pour us some wine," he told Meg, giving her something to do.
Meg stood up, filled the mugs with dark wine, and returned to her seat, all the time her eyes fluttering in some deep contemplation.
Petyr, after taking a sip, adjusted his head to look at Kai now. "My Lord, I have a suggestion," he continued, smiling slyly. "Slight difference, it may seem, but tongues have power. Even in Westeros, where Magic is nothing but an ancient song, men still believe that there are mysteries hidden in the Old Tongue, the language of First Men.
"It has degraded to the Common Tongue now, which does not differ from the common human speech. This is the case with High Valyrian as well. There is power in each syllable of these archaic languages; in each rune and glyph. I think Hastur's epithets are powerful enough to seep their strength into common speech. But yours... These minor epithets need a stronger stimulation."
Meg had stood with a gasp, her eyes lit like two suns shining within them.
Kai could feel her emotions, but unlike her, his emotions were calm, his eyes calmer. With those calm eyes, he looked at Petyr. They both looked at each other for what seemed like a long time, and Meg had sensed the unannounced tension within the cabin as well.
Kai finally smiled. "You came up with this suggestion by yourself?" he asked incredulously. "A little far-fetched suggestion and explanation, don't you think?"
Petyr smiled back, not looking unnerved at all. "Oh, hardly, my lord," he said slyly. "A most natural and spontaneous suggestion. All the magical and spiritual elements around me have influenced my thought process, I must say. After reading the two books from the Harry Potter World, I have been working on improving my logic and reasoning skills to counsel you in the best ways possible."