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A Rose In The Wind: A Saga of the Halmae -- Updated June 19, 2014
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<blockquote data-quote="ellinor" data-source="post: 4805630" data-attributes="member: 14561"><p><strong>2x06</strong></p><p></p><p>At the Temple of Alirria, Savina pushed a strand of hair off her forehead as she took a break from stirring soup. She was bone weary from labor. She had healed those she could with Alirria’s blessings, tended the wounds that remained with her mundane healing arts, cleaned floors, changed sheets, and was now cooking. The Honored Mother had worked steadily by her side the entire time. He seemed astonished and grateful to have such a dedicated helper. There were few Givers in Lord’s Edge, and they were overworked. He had told her repeatedly that she had done quite enough, but Savina had worked on for him regardless.</p><p> </p><p>She had been thinking about something her sister had told her. <em>Men are all the same. Do a little something for them, and they'll do anything for you.</em> She'd done a <em>lot</em> of work for the Honored Mother. Maybe now he would speak to her more freely.</p><p></p><p>"Are you sure there isn’t anything more that you can tell me about Alirria's Spring, Honored Mother?" she began.</p><p></p><p>He looked unnerved. "No."</p><p></p><p>"Honored Mother, please, we – we have to travel that way, no matter what. But I know the road is dangerous. Isn't there anything you know that can help us? Please?"</p><p></p><p>He closed his eyes for a long moment. "You could stay here and help us."</p><p></p><p>"I can't, Honored Mother. I think – I think Alirria wants me to go on. Please help me. Please."</p><p></p><p>His eyes were still closed. "I'm too ashamed," he whispered.</p><p></p><p>The pain in his voice hurt Savina. She wanted to cry. "Alirria is merciful," she said. "You can't have done anything at all that she can't heal."</p><p></p><p>"But I did it to her."</p><p></p><p>Savina felt a little chill despite the heat of the cooking fire. "I – I don't understand," she murmured.</p><p></p><p>Silence fell for a moment, and then he began speaking in a monotone. "I was once an Inquisitor. Many years ago, I worked with that man who harassed us this morning – who harasses us all the time. Our job was to enforce Kettenek's primacy in the Sovereignty. One day, we got a tip-off that a group of Alirrian monks was living in secret in the City of the Cauldron of the Lord’s Sleeping Fury. We exterminated them." He paused. "None were allowed to escape."</p><p></p><p>Tears sprang to Savina's eyes. </p><p></p><p>"The chief monk was taken prisoner. He was to be tortured to death in the public square. I was sent to bring him to the execution. He was an elderly man, and oddly serene, given his circumstances. I asked him why this was so. The monk replied ‘The Spring will look after itself now; only those who travel Alirria’s path will find it. What else could concern me now?’”</p><p></p><p>The Honored Mother paused again. “He did not die serenely. And his screams haunt me yet . . .” </p><p></p><p>He was weeping now. "You have done so many good things since then," said Savina softly, her horror muted by the man's obvious repentance. "I'm sure you're in Alirria's hands."</p><p></p><p>"I'm not," he said. "When the Lord Regent made legal the worship of other gods, I found in myself the courage to do what I had longed desired. I left the Inquisitors and dedicated myself to Alirria. I spent many years searching for the Spring, hoping to take the duty of its protection upon myself as atonement. But Our Lady has never allowed me to find it: she has hidden it from my eyes. I am not forgiven. Nor should I be."</p><p></p><p>"She is merciful, Honored Mother." Savina reached out and covered his hand with her own. She wanted so much for him to stop hurting. He took a shuddering breath and nodded.</p><p></p><p>"I can only hope. I <em>will</em> hope. But I cannot help you find the Spring. I must continue my duties here – no matter what happens."</p><p></p><p>"What do you mean, no matter what happens?"</p><p></p><p>He sighed once more, but he had stopped weeping. "That is my concern, Blessed Daughter, not yours. Come. I will tell you what I know about the journey to the monastery. You must start out by following the River of Winding Rapids . . . ."</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="ellinor, post: 4805630, member: 14561"] [b]2x06[/b] At the Temple of Alirria, Savina pushed a strand of hair off her forehead as she took a break from stirring soup. She was bone weary from labor. She had healed those she could with Alirria’s blessings, tended the wounds that remained with her mundane healing arts, cleaned floors, changed sheets, and was now cooking. The Honored Mother had worked steadily by her side the entire time. He seemed astonished and grateful to have such a dedicated helper. There were few Givers in Lord’s Edge, and they were overworked. He had told her repeatedly that she had done quite enough, but Savina had worked on for him regardless. She had been thinking about something her sister had told her. [i]Men are all the same. Do a little something for them, and they'll do anything for you.[/i] She'd done a [i]lot[/i] of work for the Honored Mother. Maybe now he would speak to her more freely. "Are you sure there isn’t anything more that you can tell me about Alirria's Spring, Honored Mother?" she began. He looked unnerved. "No." "Honored Mother, please, we – we have to travel that way, no matter what. But I know the road is dangerous. Isn't there anything you know that can help us? Please?" He closed his eyes for a long moment. "You could stay here and help us." "I can't, Honored Mother. I think – I think Alirria wants me to go on. Please help me. Please." His eyes were still closed. "I'm too ashamed," he whispered. The pain in his voice hurt Savina. She wanted to cry. "Alirria is merciful," she said. "You can't have done anything at all that she can't heal." "But I did it to her." Savina felt a little chill despite the heat of the cooking fire. "I – I don't understand," she murmured. Silence fell for a moment, and then he began speaking in a monotone. "I was once an Inquisitor. Many years ago, I worked with that man who harassed us this morning – who harasses us all the time. Our job was to enforce Kettenek's primacy in the Sovereignty. One day, we got a tip-off that a group of Alirrian monks was living in secret in the City of the Cauldron of the Lord’s Sleeping Fury. We exterminated them." He paused. "None were allowed to escape." Tears sprang to Savina's eyes. "The chief monk was taken prisoner. He was to be tortured to death in the public square. I was sent to bring him to the execution. He was an elderly man, and oddly serene, given his circumstances. I asked him why this was so. The monk replied ‘The Spring will look after itself now; only those who travel Alirria’s path will find it. What else could concern me now?’” The Honored Mother paused again. “He did not die serenely. And his screams haunt me yet . . .” He was weeping now. "You have done so many good things since then," said Savina softly, her horror muted by the man's obvious repentance. "I'm sure you're in Alirria's hands." "I'm not," he said. "When the Lord Regent made legal the worship of other gods, I found in myself the courage to do what I had longed desired. I left the Inquisitors and dedicated myself to Alirria. I spent many years searching for the Spring, hoping to take the duty of its protection upon myself as atonement. But Our Lady has never allowed me to find it: she has hidden it from my eyes. I am not forgiven. Nor should I be." "She is merciful, Honored Mother." Savina reached out and covered his hand with her own. She wanted so much for him to stop hurting. He took a shuddering breath and nodded. "I can only hope. I [i]will[/i] hope. But I cannot help you find the Spring. I must continue my duties here – no matter what happens." "What do you mean, no matter what happens?" He sighed once more, but he had stopped weeping. "That is my concern, Blessed Daughter, not yours. Come. I will tell you what I know about the journey to the monastery. You must start out by following the River of Winding Rapids . . . ." [/QUOTE]
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