Female human bard, noble of Scathbairne, sister to Argyle
Young, lady of Gaunt, born year 23.
Daughter of the late Baron Thomas and the current Dowager Baroness Reece; sister of Baron Argyle. Had a love affair with Alyce while both were at bard college, but broke it off because she believes it is her duty to her family to make an advantageous marriage (though she still loves Alyce). Has a beautiful singing voice. Believes her brother’s rebellion is due to Darin’s bad influence and hopes that Gaunt and York will reconcile once Darin is removed. Helped Robin Swartout escape from Gaunt, against the wishes of her brother.
In the film, Blackfield Bends the Knee, Lily, played by Jen Page, writes this letter to Alyce, explaining some of the family background:
My Dear Alyce,
With the troubled times that loom over our land, with the future of my family’s lands and people uncertain, I feel compelled to write you. As Duke Swartout’s chronicler, I want to set the record straight about the age old rivalry between my family and the Swartouts.
Before I was born, my parents, Thomas and Reece Blackfield, ruled Scathbairn as a small kingdom. Our people were ruggedly independent, but peace-loving, living on the fringes of the civilized lands. We were not wealthy, but we were self-sufficient and our people lived happy, fruitful lives, proud of our tradition of defending the civilized lands from the marauding denzens of the wilderness mountains to the east.
But your Lord Swartout, the Duke of York, envied our lands in his quest to enrich his kingdom and pursue his insatiable appetite for power and glory. After tricking my parents away from the security of their home in Gaunt to attend a wedding, my father, mother, and several honorable knights were ambushed by the duke and several of his men near Fiddler’s Bosh.
Even though my parents escaped the initial ambush, two of my father’s soldiers were injured and my father refused to leave them behind. With their retreat encumbered, they were eventually cornered by the duke’s men. Realizing there was no escape, my father left the wounded men with my mother and turned to face his attackers, followed quickly by his loyal knights, Sir Mowbray and Sir Celt, while the battlemaiden Bernice Warden stayed to guard my mother.
My father charged into battle bravely, with his men rushing to catch up. On the other side, Duke Swartout sent his men ahead while cowering in the background.
My father quickly dispatched two men-at-arms as he furiously tried to reach the duke. Meanwhile our brave Sir Mowbray engaged with the young Sir Francis Martel. Sir Celt, the father of the Sir Ben Celt of your acquaintance, squared off against Sir Alistair Howard.
My father pursued the duke but he was well defended by Lady Ursula Henge and his squire, Crispen Dumont.
For a moment there was hope when Mowbray bested Martel, knocking him unconscience. With Martel out of the way Mowbray tried to help my father reach the duke but the squire proved a very skillful combatant for his age, while Lady Henge closed with my father.
One of the duke’s men had flanked the battle and charged my mother with lust in his eyes. Fortunately, our fair warden did her job and castrated the fighter before disemboweling him.
Shamefully, the duke’s squire managed to best Mowbray. Mowbray survived the battle but he indured a chest wound that he suffers from til this day.
Hinge turned the tide of battle when she gained control of my father’s steed, forcing him to unhorse.
Seeing that continuing the fight would only lead to more bloodshed, or perhaps worse for my mother, Thomas Blackfield chose that day to bend the knee and swear fealty.
For the next 18 years my father served the duke as a faithful vassal.