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<blockquote data-quote="Canaan" data-source="post: 2820282" data-attributes="member: 40239"><p><strong>Chapter 16: The Exalted Child</strong></p><p></p><p>I watched the spot where Hu Li had disappeared down the road toward Goldfire Glen and Balian’s Tower for many silent moments. I wondered whether I would see him again, and whether I even wanted to. He killed nearly everyone. I confess I fantasized a whole epic play in those few minutes. Frescos of Balian stripping Hu Li of all his power, somehow stealing into himself like some arcane infused mosquito, washed over the walls of my mind's eye. Hu Li would be left devastated and alone, exiled from his own “church” and forced to wander the lands a toothless, emasculated pariah. </p><p></p><p>The vengeful icons were extinguished when I felt a tug at my robe. </p><p></p><p>“We should go,” the Exalted Child gently urged. He looked up at me with exigency, but tranquility. There was no fear, only urgency tempered with patience. It was unnerving, this child of but eight with the hushed wisdom and calm of a venerable ascetic. </p><p></p><p>I glanced at Talon. The wisdom of his Master perhaps.</p><p></p><p>Talon, acknowledging my glance, began securing the bodies to his horse. With their corpses in a gentle repose, we would be spared the stench of their rotting flesh on our two week journey to Soliel. We could only manage to recover Lilian and Shale’s remains. There was too little left of Aesendal to gather. Pained as we were to conclude, we had no choice but to commit our beloved sorcerer’s soul to Canaan. </p><p></p><p>I still didn’t know to what end we were taking Shale’s body to Soliel. It promised to be nigh impossible for the Curia to honor my request to have an audience with the Voice and Will of Canaan after they sentenced me to exile. And once a simple audience has been achieved, for the Voice and Will to perform the miracle on the caliber of resurrection might be just beyond the far reaches of hope. No Canaanite there would deign to raise a priest of The Green.</p><p></p><p>“Have faith.” Tanner said, as if reading my thoughts. “Canaan is with us. He is with you. But we must make haste.”</p><p></p><p>I checked my pack. We had more than enough smoked boar meat to last the journey. We had removed the saddles from the remaining horses and set them free. We scavenged what gear we could carry and left the rest behind. </p><p></p><p>“I believe the boy is correct,” Talon breathed. “We should go.”</p><p></p><p>I nodded and mounted Lilian’s valiant steed. Talon heaved Tanner onto my lap, and grabbing hold of the animal’s reins, took his place walking at our side. </p><p></p><p>Talon was not exactly talkative. And the boy. Well. He was eight. It promised to be a quiet journey. </p><p></p><p>I was looking forward to it. But not its end. It would not be easy returning to Soliel and enduring a reunion with Archbishop Tagavarius.</p><p></p><p>**********************</p><p></p><p>The journey north along the road that skirts the edge of The Wildlands was relatively free from difficulty. Farms periodically dotted the landscape. It was otherwise unsettled rolling hillsides covered with low plain grass and wildflowers. We stayed away from the farms, however, given our macabre cargo. </p><p></p><p>But that first night the strangest thing happened. I still don’t know for sure what it meant. But I feared I had angered Canaan so thoroughly that He would abandon me.</p><p></p><p>The three of us made camp and enjoyed a hearty meal of smoked boar jerky and water. Satiated, I readied myself to rest. I stole away behind a shrubbery with a full waterskin and rinsed away several days worth of dust and grime. I was looking forward to the solace that sleep would bring. It had been some time since I had fully rested. It was time to let go of the nightmare of the events of the past few days. Tanner brought me my bedroll. He helped me into it. There was something incongruous about his expression. </p><p></p><p>He smiled. </p><p></p><p>I hadn’t yet told the Blessed Child of Goldfire Glen’s devastation and of his parents’ death. I suspected he already knew. Not that I required of him some shallow show of grief, but I admit his profound calm at times caused my own untamed cauldron of emotions to boil over. His expression never wavered from the preternaturally serene. A tear let loose from my eye as I stared into the eternity of his gaze. He placed his small, warm hand on my chin. </p><p></p><p>“Sweet dreams.” He said.</p><p></p><p>The recent day’s events replayed through my mind over and over again, delaying sleep. Soon natural fatigue took over and I drifted off to sleep. </p><p></p><p>I had a most profound and disturbing dream that to this day confounds me as to its meaning. </p><p></p><p>It was as though I was flying. From a high vantage I saw a large city bathed in bright, white light. In its center was a huge rectangular structure supported by dozens of massive white marble columns. A equally white marble veranda surrounded the outside of the structure and leading into it were giant archways, in many of which hung giant silky linen sheets, embroidered with symbols holy to Canaan. I knew the building. It was The Great Fane, the seat of Canaanism in the world. It is the home of the Voice and Will of Canaan in Turgos and the Headquarters of The Holy Temple. Holy white light streamed from within its confines and diffused into the white marble streets around The Great Fane, and a beam of white light shot into the sky from the center glass paned dome in its center.</p><p></p><p>On The Great Fane’s grounds, and across Sanctuary Park from it, was a decagonal white marble building, called The Inquisition. Each wall was decorated in gilded gold depicting each of the Ten Virtues of Canaan: Truth, Faith, Love, Courage, Liberty, Generosity, Charity, Justice, Mercy and Humility.</p><p></p><p>Standing in the center of each wall of The Inquisition stood A Knight Templar in full plate armor and ceremonial garb. The Guardians of the Inquisition. It is a most honored post, given only to the most devout and pure-hearted Knight Templars in all of Turgos.</p><p></p><p>To the west of Sanctuary Park and halfway between The Great Fane and The Inquisition stood a four-sided, white marble pyramid. This was Conclave Hall. It is here where the Curia meets to conduct official church business. </p><p></p><p>Far to the north is the Royal Palace, made of grey stone. It is a huge and imposing structure, much larger than The Great Fane. But it always somehow paled in comparison to The Great Fane bathed in its divine glory.</p><p></p><p>I started descending toward The Great Fane, entering it through the beam of holy light shooting up from its central dome. I had no sense of myself. I felt weightless.</p><p></p><p>As I entered the light, I was bathed in it. It comforted me and made the pain of horrors and loss I had suffered recede a bit. I entered The Great Fane, but all I saw was light, white, radiant light. It was nearly blinding. In the light, I saw a giant, almost transparent unrecognizable face. I knew in my heart that it was Canaan. My heart filled to overflowing.</p><p></p><p>Canaan approached me, or I approached Him. I’m not really sure which it was. He was nearly close enough to whisper to me when he finally opened his mouth to speak. It was then that I noticed a thin dark line forming from his forehead, down his face and under his chin. He paused. Other thin lines began to form in his visage, like cracks in porcelain. I gasped. Suddenly, Canaan’s face exploded into several different pieces! I felt like my heart had just been wrenched from me. Then I woke with a start.</p><p></p><p>Tanner was sitting on his haunches next to me, haloed in the rays of the morning sun. He was staring at me, his face beaming. “Be not afraid.” He said. </p><p></p><p>To this day I don’t know what this dream meant. But I am beginning to fear what it could have meant. Is it an omen of peril? Am I to be the death of Canaan? Impossible. But with each passing day, I feel farther from the ideals of the Curia. I have embraced the wisdom and legitimacy of The Green. I have indentured myself into the tutelage of an insane wizard and humored the blasphemous tales of a diabolist. Had I strayed so far? Was the Curia right in exiling me? Am I truly a heretic? The boy did not think so. He treated me with kindness and compassion. Was he in the end simply a naïve, sheltered innocent who knew no better? I needed penance. I needed to confess my sins to the Voice and Will. I no longer feared. I knew what I had to do. </p><p></p><p>*********************</p><p></p><p>It was several days later that I met Justicar Platteous Dubois. He was with a contingent of priests, templars and masons who had been called to Soliel to spearhead the reconstruction of Goldfire Glen. We met them on the road between Goldfire Glen and Auros. Word had traveled to Soliel of its near destruction and the Curia was quick to respond. </p><p></p><p>“Send in the justicars and the inquisitors!” </p><p></p><p>It was their typical reactionary maneuver. I could almost hear them: “What we need there brothers is more discipline. Remove the cancer that breeds temptation. Purify Goldfire Glen in the name of Canaan and tolerate no deviance from His dictates.”</p><p></p><p>The peasants and farmers of Goldfire Glen will get a rude awakening that is for sure. Oh yes. I also met Goldfire Glen’s new priest. Father Ziegfried, a strict dogmatic disciplinarian with no love for The Green. He was among the contingent on its way to Goldfire Glen.” </p><p></p><p>Baron Underhill will be livid.</p><p></p><p>Of course I was thinking all of this while otherwise engaged in pleasant, if short, conversation with the Justicar.</p><p></p><p>“May Canaan bless and protect you, father.” Justicar Dubois intoned with rote inflection. Yes. Leave it to a dogmatic Canaanite to say that which should be reserved for only the highest of honors and blessings as casually and with the same frequency as buttering bread.</p><p></p><p>“And you as well, Justicar.” I retorted, feigning exuberance. </p><p></p><p>“I am Justicar Platteous Dubois, recently of the Village of Near Haven, now in the service of Goldfire Glen.” He continued, glancing at Talon, then the boy. </p><p></p><p>I saw his eyes widen as he continued his scan toward the corpses tied to the back of Talon’s horse. Though we covered the bodies with as many blankets as we had, it was unmistakable what they were. I’m sure an errant foot or finger caught his eye in any event. I decided to head him off at the pass.</p><p></p><p>Walking over to the steed and removing the blanket covering Lilian with a flourish (leaving Shale’s body covered), I announced, “This is Lilian Evenshire of Goldfire Glen! Champion of Canaan!”</p><p></p><p>I heard mumblings as the priests, templars and masons gathered around. That surname was clearly known. I took the moment of their surprise to scan the crowd for familiar faces. Finding none, I continued.</p><p></p><p>“I am Evora Faro, Priest of Canaan. A make a pilgrimage to Soliel with the corpse of Canaan’s Champion who died in the defense of the Exalted Child!” </p><p></p><p>There were more mumblings, laced with astonishment.</p><p></p><p>Justicar Dubois’s eyes were like saucers as he took in the boy. A moment later he was on his knees, head bent toward the ground.</p><p></p><p>“It is not possible!” he exclaimed exuberantly. “The Exalted Child is not lost! Praise be to Canaan and to his Champion Lilian Evenshire, Defender of the Faith!”</p><p></p><p>“Praise be to Canaan!” came the response from the assembled priests, templars and masons who had by now all mimicked the Justicar’s actions.</p><p></p><p>“And I bear the Exalted Child to The Voice and Will to personally present him to Canaan.” The last I could barely say without my voice cracking. </p><p></p><p>An inquisitor was with them. He stood up and came over to me. “What happened after the child was kidnapped from Goldfire Glen? Tell me everything.”</p><p></p><p>I complied. Though I left out some details, what about Hu Li’s tryst with the harpy and about his blowing nearly everyone to bits. Though I did mention that both Orcus’s dark champion and his Aquan sorceress concubine may be on the loose, giving appropriate credit to Gabriel Evenshire for buying us time to get away with his selfless sacrifice. Though Talon nearly ruined it. In the middle of my narrative he raised his finger and opened his mouth as if to correct me before thinking better of it after I identified Shale as a retired officer in the King’s army and Talon as a pious mystic. It was a close call.</p><p></p><p>The Inquisitor quietly listened and after I completed my story, nodded.</p><p></p><p>“Clearly you are among the Chosen of Canaan.” He announced loud enough for the entirety of the contingency to hear. “Heroes of Goldfire Glen and Protectors of the Exalted Child, may Canaan guide your way to Auros and Soliel beyond. If you have need of company, I will dispatch three of our Templars to your aid.” </p><p></p><p>Justicar Dubois grinned happily feeling the closeness of Canaan in our mere presence, having agreed with the Inquisitor’s decree that we are blessed by Him.</p><p></p><p>“No, good Inquisitor.” I said, raising a hand. “Canaan has granted us boons to get us to Auros and Soliel beyond. He has decreed that your Templars are best utilized in the service of Goldfire Glen. Go there and fulfill your duty to He who is Most Holy.” </p><p></p><p>Though I relished the company and protections Templars would provide, this journey would be much too long for even patient Talon to watch his tongue in such orthodox company.</p><p></p><p>Soon the delegation was on its way singing praises to Canaan and to the Exalted Child. At the last, I could have sworn I heard a stanza or two about Lilian Evenshire and Gabriel’s sacrifice. </p><p></p><p>***************</p><p></p><p>That night I slept well, but was suddenly thrust to full consciousness. There in the early dawn I was privy to a vision I will never forget.</p><p></p><p>Lilian’s and Shale’s bodies were laid out on the ground with the Exalted Child sitting cross-legged between them. Each hand was on the chest of one of the corpses. It could have been a trick of the rising sun behind the boy, but I was certain that a bright yellow glow enveloped him. His eyes were closed. As soon as the sun rose high enough above him the glow ceased. </p><p></p><p>He opened his eyes and spoke. His voice was melodic, ethereal and androgynous.</p><p></p><p>“This one,” he indicated to Lilian, “is in a wonderful place. But Canaan wishes her return.”</p><p></p><p>I gasped and reached for my holy symbol out of instinct. It was not there. I glanced around and found it, glowing around Lilian’s neck. The boy hand laid a finger upon it.</p><p></p><p>Talon merely stared at the child, expressionless.</p><p></p><p>“This one,” he indicated to Shale, “will return, but not by Canaan’s grace. It will, however, be with Canaan’s blessing.”</p><p></p><p>I just sat and stared open-mouthed for a moment. “How do you know?” I breathed.</p><p></p><p>“Canaan has told me.” He smiled. “Have faith, Evora Faro. You are still loved by him.”</p><p></p><p>Then his smile lessened somewhat. “Gabriel is not with Canaan. A petition has been made. Someone wishes to intercede.”</p><p></p><p>Talon raised an eyebrow.</p><p></p><p>“What?” I asked, puzzled.</p><p></p><p>“Someone wishes to place him or herself in Gabriel’s place, so that he may be granted a chance at redemption.” He continued, like a patient teacher would for a young student.</p><p></p><p>I could not believe this child was speaking directly with Canaan. Canaan was here. Present. The enormity of it all was too great to think about. “Who are you?” I asked tentatively.</p><p></p><p>The boy collapsed. Light continued to emanate from my holy symbol around Lillian’s neck. Once I was absolutely sure that no harm had befallen the boy, I gently removed the holy symbol from around Lillian’s neck and placed it on mine, where it continued to glow.</p><p></p><p>I began my morning prayers, but stayed close to the boy. </p><p></p><p>As Talon prepared breakfast, the boy peacefully slept. </p><p></p><p>****************</p><p></p><p>We had a heralded arrival in Auros. Throngs of people crowded the streets and tossed flowers at us. Banners hovered over the streets. They read: “Welcome to Auros Heroes of Goldfire Glen, Protectors of the Exalted Child.”</p><p></p><p>I will never understand why we are heralded as heroes. Had we been sharper, we might have prevented the wholesale massacre of Goldfire Glen.</p><p></p><p>A contingent of Templars greeted us and we were escorted directly to Devonhilt Keep. The Duke stood atop the grand stairs that lead up to the imposing entrance to the keep. The Duchess stood next to him. Several others stood with them, the usual royal retinue of advisors, viziers and guards.</p><p></p><p>We dismounted at the bottom of the stairs and climbed up. I was nervous, having never been the subject of such attention. But the Duke was disarming. He greeted us with a hearty smile and clap on the shoulders. </p><p></p><p>“Welcome to Auros. I am Duke Devonhilt and this is my lovely wife, Clarisse.”</p><p></p><p>“Duke. Duchess.” I bowed to each respectively. “I am Evora Faro, Priest of…“</p><p></p><p>“Yes, I know.” Turning to Talon, he added almost enthusiastically, “and you are the pious mystic, Talon.” His gaze darkened a bit as he indicated Talon’s horse and its morbid load at the bottom of the massive steps. “I am sorry for your loss. The passing of the Evenshires and of Shale is a grievous loss for all of us, after what they have done for this kingdom.” </p><p></p><p>Perhaps in answer to the questioning incredulity in my face, he added, “We received word of your coming several days ago. Your reputation precedes you. The people of Auros have been a titter with excitement at the news of your impending arrival for a few days now. You will stay in the keep tonight as guests of honor. We will be dining in celebration of your arrival this evening.” </p><p></p><p>“Oh, but no.” I began. “We must continue on to Soliel.”</p><p></p><p>Before the words were out of my mouth I knew I had committed some grievous social faux pas. From the looks on the Duke’s entourage, it was clear I was guilty of some sin so terrible that I would be forever exiled from inclusion in elite society. </p><p></p><p>The Duke’s smile wavered a bit, but thankfully he otherwise ignored the unintentional slight. “I insist Evora. This danger goes well beyond Goldfire Glen.”</p><p></p><p>I felt the prickling of fear on the back of my neck, for I knew in my heart that the Duke spoke truly. Managing to ineloquently construct what was tantamount to an apology and an affirmation, I agreed. Talon merely nodded. Tanner quietly held my hand.</p><p></p><p>***************</p><p></p><p>Dinner was exquisite. Much of the nobility of Auros was in attendance at the evening’s celebration. Servants had brought Talon and I finery to wear to dinner. We bathed and met in the great hall for the celebration. </p><p></p><p>While Talon chose to ignore the finery and wear his plain brown hooded robe to dinner, I indulged in the trappings of the rich and powerful. Tanner, who had stayed near me the entire time, was given a simple, but elegant silvery silk robe to wear. </p><p></p><p>Both Talon and I were seated at the Duke’s table joined by others, including an Arcanist who was introduced as Allustan of Diamond Lake, a small mining community to the north of Auros in the foothills of the mountains that dominate that land. It has been long rumored that Diamond Lake is inhabited by creatures known as Dwarves, though I for one had never seen one. </p><p></p><p>Tanner was seated on a small throne at the end of the Duke’s table. He was closely watched by four Justicars. Two more stood at the yawning doorway of the hall. </p><p></p><p>The Duke required me to regale the table with stories of our journey and I complied with as little embellishment as I could. Though I did leave a few of the more unsavory and potentially controversial details out, such as Hu Li’s harpy coitus, Hu Li’s outburst with regards to what the fate of the Shuuthian should have been, and, of course, Hu Li’s ill-timed use of the bead of force provided him by Balian. </p><p></p><p>I could feel Talon’s eyes watching me as the tale unfolded. I could not determine if his look was one of approval for my discreetness, or condemnation for my lack of forthrightness. He was never an easy one to read. </p><p></p><p>“You and your friends have been through a great many trials.” Allustan began, sounding impressed.</p><p></p><p>“We did what anyone would have done under the circumstances.” I responded blushing. </p><p></p><p>“Indeed.” He responded disdainfully, clearly not buying it.</p><p></p><p>“I have need of heroes such as you to help me investigate something I have been researching. Perhaps you will return to Auros on your way back from Soliel and come see me.” He finished.</p><p></p><p>I promised to do so immediately and without hesitation. After all, Allustan was an Arcanist and he even seemed, dare I say, normal. If Balian or Helena proved too uncouth for my proclivities, perhaps I could seek apprenticeship with Allustan. At the moment I thought that, and even now as I write this, Balian’s Mark squirmed. No one but me noticed. </p><p></p><p>After dinner the Duke moved closer to me and Talon and began speaking in hushed tones. </p><p></p><p>“Your actions have caused quite a stir in Soliel.” He began. “The Curia has been in closed session since word arrived of the tragedy at Goldfire Glen. And the Voice and Will has sequestered himself in his meditation room, communing with Canaan since this whole thing began. It is unprecedented.” </p><p></p><p>I was deeply troubled by this news. </p><p></p><p>“The rumor is that Rappan’Athuk is again active. There is talk that the Regent Malfoy will raise an army to deal with the threat. This does not bode well. And I do not like it.” He added the last in a whisper, almost conspiratorially.</p><p></p><p>I whipped my head around to stare at him. He met my gaze.</p><p></p><p>“Do you know why we don’t go into The Wildlands?” He started rhetorically. “We do not go into the Wildlands out of respect for The Green and her followers, Evora. My county is largely agrarian and my constituents are largely superstitious farmers who adhere to the Old Faith of The Green.”</p><p></p><p>I nodded.</p><p></p><p>“But there are other political considerations as well. I am no sycophant to the Regent Malfoy. While others clamor to get in his good graces and thereby win favor with his nephew, the boy king, I have a county to run. Unfortunately this approach has lessened my support in the House of Lords, several of whom are in favor of annexing huge portions of The Wildlands; and while it will increase the standing of the county in the House of Lords, I fear the machinations of Malfoy at hand. He would have ultimate control of how that land is divided, and to the most depraved of his flatterers would go the spoils, I’m afraid.”</p><p></p><p>I had not considered the political ramifications of a settlement of the Wildlands before.</p><p></p><p>“And I fear that the church is breathing down Malfoy’s neck to invade The Wildlands and take Rappan’Athuk.” He added.</p><p></p><p>I was surprised to hear the Duke speak in such an unflattering fashion about the Church. Smelling bait, I decided to bite.</p><p></p><p>“Why do you speak so harshly of the Church to one such as I?” I said. “You know that you are teetering on the edge of blasphemy with this speech.”</p><p></p><p>“Bah! You, of all people, Evora. Here to lecture me on blasphemy? I know why you ‘left’ Soliel. And please. Your story about Talon being a ‘pious mystic’ is almost laughable. He is nothing other than a servant of the Green. I speak freely in your presence, because I can.”</p><p></p><p>I nodded, and felt the color drain from my face. This was a brave man, an honorable man, and a man willing to die for his beliefs. Though this conversation filled me with great dread, I knew one thing for certain, Duke Devonhill was a true ally. </p><p></p><p>“After the boy king’s parents were slain for their conversion to The Green,” He continued “The Curia hovered around the boy and have yet to leave his side. Malfoy is a harmless puppet. A mouthpiece for the Curia in the guise of a sectarian leader.”</p><p></p><p>I knew little of the story of Malfoy. Politics was never of an interest to me. I only hoped the Duke assertions were true. </p><p></p><p>After dinner there was a short play, filled with song and dance. It was colorful if unremarkable in any other detail.</p><p></p><p>Tanner slept on a small bed near mine. Both were stuffed with down feathers and while I cannot speak for the boy’s experience, I must say, my bed evoked the most lavish and luxurious sleep I had ever known. Upon awaking I remember feeling the quality of my sleep bordered on the sinful. </p><p></p><p>A crowd had gathered outside the Duke’s palace. As Talon, myself and Tanner left with the bodies of Lilian and Shale in tow, they followed us toward the north gate of Auros, waving banners depicting Canaan Crosses and sending up choruses of adulations. </p><p></p><p>I was most embarrassed by the whole pomp and circumstance. I was also worried that such public displays of our presence would make it easier for our enemies to track us. </p><p></p><p>My fears would prove unwarranted, however, as the week’s journey from Auros to Soliel was quite safe. </p><p></p><p>As we came upon the first glimpses of the towers of Soliel, we were greeted with a mob the likes of which I have never seen. For a moment I wondered if the whole of Turgos had made a pilgrimage to Soliel. The mass of humankind went for what appeared to be miles and as Talon walked beside the horse on which myself and the boy rode, the throngs parted to allow us passage. </p><p></p><p>Many held out their hands toward us and Tanner obliged their longing with a touch and a blessing. Though songs and shouts of praise rang up for our passing, the gathering was entirely peaceful.</p><p></p><p>Justicars awaited us at the gates of Soliel. Like Auros, they escorted us to our destination, the Great Fane. The home of the Voice and Will of Canaan on Turgos. </p><p></p><p>The crowds overwhelmed the glistening streets of Soliel as they moved in behind us once we reached the steps of the Great Fane. Flanked by two golden armored Justicars at the top of the stairs was the one face I had secretly longed to avoid, but now knew I had no choice but to face, Arch Bishop Tagavarius. </p><p></p><p>Talon, Tanner and myself ascended the stairs. Tanner clutched my hand ever so gently and whispered, “Have strength, Evora. He is but a man.” </p><p></p><p>“Heretic!” </p><p></p><p>The announcement sent a shockwave of silence rippling over the crowd. The harsh, humorless baritone of Tagavarius echoed down the staircase and throughout the marble structures. </p><p></p><p>“Your exploits do little to quell the weight of your sins, Evora. You ask much returning here.” </p><p></p><p>“I know of my sins.” I said, my eyes to the ground. My supplicant stance was genuine. “Better than anyone, for I have had to live with the bitter fruits of their harvest.” </p><p></p><p>I could feel Talon, Tanner and the whole of Soliel looking at me. I looked up to see Tagavarius’s cold glare warm just a bit.</p><p></p><p>“I return not to do penance, not to acknowledge my transgressions and ask for forgiveness, but to deliver this child, the Exalted One, the one who shall live on as the Voice and Will of Canaan on Turgos. If the Curia believes the confession of a solitary priest ranks higher than the delivery of hope, then I cannot but humble myself before its judgment.”</p><p></p><p>The Arch Bishop almost blanched at my words. The streets were unbearably silent. Tagavarius strode forward and reached out a hand to Tanner. The boy took it. Tanner smiled up at me and nodded. </p><p></p><p>Tagavarius leaned into me and whispered. “Your arrogance shall be your undoing.”</p><p></p><p>“I have traveled a long way.” I said. “I wish an audience with the Voice and Will.” </p><p></p><p>“So I have heard.” He said, still whispering. “I know of it. The Voice and Will has preemptively granted you your request. It seems at the arrival of the news of your coming, and the state of the fallen Champion Lilian Evenshire, he insisted you be allowed an audience.”</p><p></p><p>I said nothing. Talon stepped up to me. Tagavarius’s eyes narrowed as his lower jaw tightened. The Arch Bishop straightened and addressed the crowd.</p><p></p><p>“This is a day of celebration!” He announced. “The Exalted One has been safely delivered to Soliel! Canaan be praised! May His Voice and Will on Turgos be granted life everlasting!”</p><p></p><p>The crowd exploded into applause and cheers. We were led into the hallowed halls of the inner sanctum of the Great Fane. Tagavarius said nothing else. Tanner kept looking at me as we entered the massive, vaulted chamber. </p><p></p><p>It was lit by a solitary beam of light in its center. It was constructed entirely out of white marble. Grand archways circled the sunken inner chamber. Benches lined the outer circle. A soft chorus of invisible monks rained down unceasingly from unseen corners of the grand chapel. </p><p></p><p>I was awed and humbled by the sheer simplistic beauty of the whole setting. </p><p></p><p>Lilian and Shale’s bodies were taken from us by white robed priests. Talon, Tanner and I stood in the glow of the light and the soft pillow of the music for some time. </p><p></p><p>Then there was a pulse in the light. It dimmed just enough for us to make out an elderly, bent figure, clutching a golden staff in one of his wrinkled hands. His head was adorned with an enormous miter and he was draped in a golden robe. </p><p></p><p>I fell to my knees before him. Talon rolled his eyes and leaned up against the wall under an archway. </p><p></p><p>Tanner leapt to his feet and ran toward the figure, embracing him as a boy would a father.</p><p></p><p>“Please, Evora.” I heard his kind, but tired voice say. “Stand up and come closer.” </p><p></p><p>I obeyed. </p><p></p><p>“Sit down next to me.” He said. I only then noticed he had been sitting on a marble bench. I immediately joined him. </p><p></p><p>“I understand you request an intercession from Canaan with regards to the soul of Lilian Evenshire.” </p><p></p><p>“Yes, Your Holiness.” I said. The staggering reality of what I came for suddenly rushed over me. I felt the fool asking for something so unbelievably profound. The Voice and Will must have felt my turmoil and doubt, for he reached a hand out to me and took mine in his. His flesh felt as fragile as parchment.</p><p></p><p>“Have faith, Evora.” He said. “You are no heretic. The Curia and I have always had disagreements, and shall for as long as Canaan’s Church thrives. Your fate and your guilt are but one more in a long line of… debates.” </p><p></p><p>I felt weak. My heart leapt for such joy that I nearly fainted. The Voice and Will was on my side. It was more than I could have ever dreamed. </p><p></p><p>“But that is trivial. Banal political conflict and nothing more.” He continued. “I need to ask you why you feel Lilian must be returned?” </p><p></p><p>“I believe her role in the coming conflict is far from over, most Exalted One.” I said. “She is needed here. Her death came far before her time.” </p><p></p><p>“As it does to many.” He answered, smiling sadly at me. “Farmer Jed and his family.” </p><p></p><p>It did not surprise me that one so enlightened as the Voice and Will would have known of the fate of a simple family so many miles away. </p><p></p><p>“And the innocents of Goldfire Glen.” He continued. “Beware such hubris, Evora. Lilian’s life was no more precious than any of those.” </p><p></p><p>I sat silent. Tanner tugged at my leg. He smiled up at me and I remembered the vision that I awoke to just days prior and the words the angelic voice emitted from the vassal of Tanner. </p><p></p><p>“I believe,” I finally said, “that it is by Canaan’s Will that she be returned. Nothing more and nothing less.” </p><p></p><p>“Then, my child,” His Holiness said with a smile. “Let Canaan’s Will be done.”</p><p></p><p>He grabbed hold of his staff and pulled himself to his feet. Tanner moved over to me. The Voice and Will turned to us both, and gave a cursory glance to Talon. </p><p></p><p>“Rest.” He said. “For you are weary. I shall return to you shortly.”</p><p></p><p>With labored steps, he left the chamber. I sat back down on the bench and closed my eyes. I drank in the sounds of the chanting monks and allowed myself to relax into a tranquil meditation. </p><p></p><p>Several minutes later, I was gently drawn from my meditations by Tanner, touching my arm. I opened my eyes to see his face smiling at me. </p><p></p><p>Talon was still leaning against an archway. </p><p></p><p>Somewhere beyond my sight a door opened and closed. I heard footsteps. </p><p></p><p>Into the light of the chamber I saw the Voice and Will of Canaan reentering. He leaned heavily upon his staff. Tanner rushed to his side to assist him. </p><p></p><p>A second figure stepped into view behind them. My breath stopped. Tears fell freely from my disbelieving eyes. </p><p></p><p>By the side of the Exalted Boy and the Voice and Will of Canaan was, glory be, Lilian, alive! Her golden tresses draped around her shoulders. She stepped toward me. </p><p></p><p>Talon stood upright, his mouth agape in disbelief. I stood and ran to her. She held up a hand to stay my path. </p><p></p><p>She was dressed in a long silver robe. Her deep blue eyes stared into me. They held a deep and unrelenting sadness that unnerved me. Then, as if she finally recognized me, her hand dropped to her side and she smiled. </p><p></p><p>“Evora.” She said, her voice as strong and sure as ever. “By the grace of Canaan, I have returned.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Canaan, post: 2820282, member: 40239"] [b]Chapter 16: The Exalted Child[/b] I watched the spot where Hu Li had disappeared down the road toward Goldfire Glen and Balian’s Tower for many silent moments. I wondered whether I would see him again, and whether I even wanted to. He killed nearly everyone. I confess I fantasized a whole epic play in those few minutes. Frescos of Balian stripping Hu Li of all his power, somehow stealing into himself like some arcane infused mosquito, washed over the walls of my mind's eye. Hu Li would be left devastated and alone, exiled from his own “church” and forced to wander the lands a toothless, emasculated pariah. The vengeful icons were extinguished when I felt a tug at my robe. “We should go,” the Exalted Child gently urged. He looked up at me with exigency, but tranquility. There was no fear, only urgency tempered with patience. It was unnerving, this child of but eight with the hushed wisdom and calm of a venerable ascetic. I glanced at Talon. The wisdom of his Master perhaps. Talon, acknowledging my glance, began securing the bodies to his horse. With their corpses in a gentle repose, we would be spared the stench of their rotting flesh on our two week journey to Soliel. We could only manage to recover Lilian and Shale’s remains. There was too little left of Aesendal to gather. Pained as we were to conclude, we had no choice but to commit our beloved sorcerer’s soul to Canaan. I still didn’t know to what end we were taking Shale’s body to Soliel. It promised to be nigh impossible for the Curia to honor my request to have an audience with the Voice and Will of Canaan after they sentenced me to exile. And once a simple audience has been achieved, for the Voice and Will to perform the miracle on the caliber of resurrection might be just beyond the far reaches of hope. No Canaanite there would deign to raise a priest of The Green. “Have faith.” Tanner said, as if reading my thoughts. “Canaan is with us. He is with you. But we must make haste.” I checked my pack. We had more than enough smoked boar meat to last the journey. We had removed the saddles from the remaining horses and set them free. We scavenged what gear we could carry and left the rest behind. “I believe the boy is correct,” Talon breathed. “We should go.” I nodded and mounted Lilian’s valiant steed. Talon heaved Tanner onto my lap, and grabbing hold of the animal’s reins, took his place walking at our side. Talon was not exactly talkative. And the boy. Well. He was eight. It promised to be a quiet journey. I was looking forward to it. But not its end. It would not be easy returning to Soliel and enduring a reunion with Archbishop Tagavarius. ********************** The journey north along the road that skirts the edge of The Wildlands was relatively free from difficulty. Farms periodically dotted the landscape. It was otherwise unsettled rolling hillsides covered with low plain grass and wildflowers. We stayed away from the farms, however, given our macabre cargo. But that first night the strangest thing happened. I still don’t know for sure what it meant. But I feared I had angered Canaan so thoroughly that He would abandon me. The three of us made camp and enjoyed a hearty meal of smoked boar jerky and water. Satiated, I readied myself to rest. I stole away behind a shrubbery with a full waterskin and rinsed away several days worth of dust and grime. I was looking forward to the solace that sleep would bring. It had been some time since I had fully rested. It was time to let go of the nightmare of the events of the past few days. Tanner brought me my bedroll. He helped me into it. There was something incongruous about his expression. He smiled. I hadn’t yet told the Blessed Child of Goldfire Glen’s devastation and of his parents’ death. I suspected he already knew. Not that I required of him some shallow show of grief, but I admit his profound calm at times caused my own untamed cauldron of emotions to boil over. His expression never wavered from the preternaturally serene. A tear let loose from my eye as I stared into the eternity of his gaze. He placed his small, warm hand on my chin. “Sweet dreams.” He said. The recent day’s events replayed through my mind over and over again, delaying sleep. Soon natural fatigue took over and I drifted off to sleep. I had a most profound and disturbing dream that to this day confounds me as to its meaning. It was as though I was flying. From a high vantage I saw a large city bathed in bright, white light. In its center was a huge rectangular structure supported by dozens of massive white marble columns. A equally white marble veranda surrounded the outside of the structure and leading into it were giant archways, in many of which hung giant silky linen sheets, embroidered with symbols holy to Canaan. I knew the building. It was The Great Fane, the seat of Canaanism in the world. It is the home of the Voice and Will of Canaan in Turgos and the Headquarters of The Holy Temple. Holy white light streamed from within its confines and diffused into the white marble streets around The Great Fane, and a beam of white light shot into the sky from the center glass paned dome in its center. On The Great Fane’s grounds, and across Sanctuary Park from it, was a decagonal white marble building, called The Inquisition. Each wall was decorated in gilded gold depicting each of the Ten Virtues of Canaan: Truth, Faith, Love, Courage, Liberty, Generosity, Charity, Justice, Mercy and Humility. Standing in the center of each wall of The Inquisition stood A Knight Templar in full plate armor and ceremonial garb. The Guardians of the Inquisition. It is a most honored post, given only to the most devout and pure-hearted Knight Templars in all of Turgos. To the west of Sanctuary Park and halfway between The Great Fane and The Inquisition stood a four-sided, white marble pyramid. This was Conclave Hall. It is here where the Curia meets to conduct official church business. Far to the north is the Royal Palace, made of grey stone. It is a huge and imposing structure, much larger than The Great Fane. But it always somehow paled in comparison to The Great Fane bathed in its divine glory. I started descending toward The Great Fane, entering it through the beam of holy light shooting up from its central dome. I had no sense of myself. I felt weightless. As I entered the light, I was bathed in it. It comforted me and made the pain of horrors and loss I had suffered recede a bit. I entered The Great Fane, but all I saw was light, white, radiant light. It was nearly blinding. In the light, I saw a giant, almost transparent unrecognizable face. I knew in my heart that it was Canaan. My heart filled to overflowing. Canaan approached me, or I approached Him. I’m not really sure which it was. He was nearly close enough to whisper to me when he finally opened his mouth to speak. It was then that I noticed a thin dark line forming from his forehead, down his face and under his chin. He paused. Other thin lines began to form in his visage, like cracks in porcelain. I gasped. Suddenly, Canaan’s face exploded into several different pieces! I felt like my heart had just been wrenched from me. Then I woke with a start. Tanner was sitting on his haunches next to me, haloed in the rays of the morning sun. He was staring at me, his face beaming. “Be not afraid.” He said. To this day I don’t know what this dream meant. But I am beginning to fear what it could have meant. Is it an omen of peril? Am I to be the death of Canaan? Impossible. But with each passing day, I feel farther from the ideals of the Curia. I have embraced the wisdom and legitimacy of The Green. I have indentured myself into the tutelage of an insane wizard and humored the blasphemous tales of a diabolist. Had I strayed so far? Was the Curia right in exiling me? Am I truly a heretic? The boy did not think so. He treated me with kindness and compassion. Was he in the end simply a naïve, sheltered innocent who knew no better? I needed penance. I needed to confess my sins to the Voice and Will. I no longer feared. I knew what I had to do. ********************* It was several days later that I met Justicar Platteous Dubois. He was with a contingent of priests, templars and masons who had been called to Soliel to spearhead the reconstruction of Goldfire Glen. We met them on the road between Goldfire Glen and Auros. Word had traveled to Soliel of its near destruction and the Curia was quick to respond. “Send in the justicars and the inquisitors!” It was their typical reactionary maneuver. I could almost hear them: “What we need there brothers is more discipline. Remove the cancer that breeds temptation. Purify Goldfire Glen in the name of Canaan and tolerate no deviance from His dictates.” The peasants and farmers of Goldfire Glen will get a rude awakening that is for sure. Oh yes. I also met Goldfire Glen’s new priest. Father Ziegfried, a strict dogmatic disciplinarian with no love for The Green. He was among the contingent on its way to Goldfire Glen.” Baron Underhill will be livid. Of course I was thinking all of this while otherwise engaged in pleasant, if short, conversation with the Justicar. “May Canaan bless and protect you, father.” Justicar Dubois intoned with rote inflection. Yes. Leave it to a dogmatic Canaanite to say that which should be reserved for only the highest of honors and blessings as casually and with the same frequency as buttering bread. “And you as well, Justicar.” I retorted, feigning exuberance. “I am Justicar Platteous Dubois, recently of the Village of Near Haven, now in the service of Goldfire Glen.” He continued, glancing at Talon, then the boy. I saw his eyes widen as he continued his scan toward the corpses tied to the back of Talon’s horse. Though we covered the bodies with as many blankets as we had, it was unmistakable what they were. I’m sure an errant foot or finger caught his eye in any event. I decided to head him off at the pass. Walking over to the steed and removing the blanket covering Lilian with a flourish (leaving Shale’s body covered), I announced, “This is Lilian Evenshire of Goldfire Glen! Champion of Canaan!” I heard mumblings as the priests, templars and masons gathered around. That surname was clearly known. I took the moment of their surprise to scan the crowd for familiar faces. Finding none, I continued. “I am Evora Faro, Priest of Canaan. A make a pilgrimage to Soliel with the corpse of Canaan’s Champion who died in the defense of the Exalted Child!” There were more mumblings, laced with astonishment. Justicar Dubois’s eyes were like saucers as he took in the boy. A moment later he was on his knees, head bent toward the ground. “It is not possible!” he exclaimed exuberantly. “The Exalted Child is not lost! Praise be to Canaan and to his Champion Lilian Evenshire, Defender of the Faith!” “Praise be to Canaan!” came the response from the assembled priests, templars and masons who had by now all mimicked the Justicar’s actions. “And I bear the Exalted Child to The Voice and Will to personally present him to Canaan.” The last I could barely say without my voice cracking. An inquisitor was with them. He stood up and came over to me. “What happened after the child was kidnapped from Goldfire Glen? Tell me everything.” I complied. Though I left out some details, what about Hu Li’s tryst with the harpy and about his blowing nearly everyone to bits. Though I did mention that both Orcus’s dark champion and his Aquan sorceress concubine may be on the loose, giving appropriate credit to Gabriel Evenshire for buying us time to get away with his selfless sacrifice. Though Talon nearly ruined it. In the middle of my narrative he raised his finger and opened his mouth as if to correct me before thinking better of it after I identified Shale as a retired officer in the King’s army and Talon as a pious mystic. It was a close call. The Inquisitor quietly listened and after I completed my story, nodded. “Clearly you are among the Chosen of Canaan.” He announced loud enough for the entirety of the contingency to hear. “Heroes of Goldfire Glen and Protectors of the Exalted Child, may Canaan guide your way to Auros and Soliel beyond. If you have need of company, I will dispatch three of our Templars to your aid.” Justicar Dubois grinned happily feeling the closeness of Canaan in our mere presence, having agreed with the Inquisitor’s decree that we are blessed by Him. “No, good Inquisitor.” I said, raising a hand. “Canaan has granted us boons to get us to Auros and Soliel beyond. He has decreed that your Templars are best utilized in the service of Goldfire Glen. Go there and fulfill your duty to He who is Most Holy.” Though I relished the company and protections Templars would provide, this journey would be much too long for even patient Talon to watch his tongue in such orthodox company. Soon the delegation was on its way singing praises to Canaan and to the Exalted Child. At the last, I could have sworn I heard a stanza or two about Lilian Evenshire and Gabriel’s sacrifice. *************** That night I slept well, but was suddenly thrust to full consciousness. There in the early dawn I was privy to a vision I will never forget. Lilian’s and Shale’s bodies were laid out on the ground with the Exalted Child sitting cross-legged between them. Each hand was on the chest of one of the corpses. It could have been a trick of the rising sun behind the boy, but I was certain that a bright yellow glow enveloped him. His eyes were closed. As soon as the sun rose high enough above him the glow ceased. He opened his eyes and spoke. His voice was melodic, ethereal and androgynous. “This one,” he indicated to Lilian, “is in a wonderful place. But Canaan wishes her return.” I gasped and reached for my holy symbol out of instinct. It was not there. I glanced around and found it, glowing around Lilian’s neck. The boy hand laid a finger upon it. Talon merely stared at the child, expressionless. “This one,” he indicated to Shale, “will return, but not by Canaan’s grace. It will, however, be with Canaan’s blessing.” I just sat and stared open-mouthed for a moment. “How do you know?” I breathed. “Canaan has told me.” He smiled. “Have faith, Evora Faro. You are still loved by him.” Then his smile lessened somewhat. “Gabriel is not with Canaan. A petition has been made. Someone wishes to intercede.” Talon raised an eyebrow. “What?” I asked, puzzled. “Someone wishes to place him or herself in Gabriel’s place, so that he may be granted a chance at redemption.” He continued, like a patient teacher would for a young student. I could not believe this child was speaking directly with Canaan. Canaan was here. Present. The enormity of it all was too great to think about. “Who are you?” I asked tentatively. The boy collapsed. Light continued to emanate from my holy symbol around Lillian’s neck. Once I was absolutely sure that no harm had befallen the boy, I gently removed the holy symbol from around Lillian’s neck and placed it on mine, where it continued to glow. I began my morning prayers, but stayed close to the boy. As Talon prepared breakfast, the boy peacefully slept. **************** We had a heralded arrival in Auros. Throngs of people crowded the streets and tossed flowers at us. Banners hovered over the streets. They read: “Welcome to Auros Heroes of Goldfire Glen, Protectors of the Exalted Child.” I will never understand why we are heralded as heroes. Had we been sharper, we might have prevented the wholesale massacre of Goldfire Glen. A contingent of Templars greeted us and we were escorted directly to Devonhilt Keep. The Duke stood atop the grand stairs that lead up to the imposing entrance to the keep. The Duchess stood next to him. Several others stood with them, the usual royal retinue of advisors, viziers and guards. We dismounted at the bottom of the stairs and climbed up. I was nervous, having never been the subject of such attention. But the Duke was disarming. He greeted us with a hearty smile and clap on the shoulders. “Welcome to Auros. I am Duke Devonhilt and this is my lovely wife, Clarisse.” “Duke. Duchess.” I bowed to each respectively. “I am Evora Faro, Priest of…“ “Yes, I know.” Turning to Talon, he added almost enthusiastically, “and you are the pious mystic, Talon.” His gaze darkened a bit as he indicated Talon’s horse and its morbid load at the bottom of the massive steps. “I am sorry for your loss. The passing of the Evenshires and of Shale is a grievous loss for all of us, after what they have done for this kingdom.” Perhaps in answer to the questioning incredulity in my face, he added, “We received word of your coming several days ago. Your reputation precedes you. The people of Auros have been a titter with excitement at the news of your impending arrival for a few days now. You will stay in the keep tonight as guests of honor. We will be dining in celebration of your arrival this evening.” “Oh, but no.” I began. “We must continue on to Soliel.” Before the words were out of my mouth I knew I had committed some grievous social faux pas. From the looks on the Duke’s entourage, it was clear I was guilty of some sin so terrible that I would be forever exiled from inclusion in elite society. The Duke’s smile wavered a bit, but thankfully he otherwise ignored the unintentional slight. “I insist Evora. This danger goes well beyond Goldfire Glen.” I felt the prickling of fear on the back of my neck, for I knew in my heart that the Duke spoke truly. Managing to ineloquently construct what was tantamount to an apology and an affirmation, I agreed. Talon merely nodded. Tanner quietly held my hand. *************** Dinner was exquisite. Much of the nobility of Auros was in attendance at the evening’s celebration. Servants had brought Talon and I finery to wear to dinner. We bathed and met in the great hall for the celebration. While Talon chose to ignore the finery and wear his plain brown hooded robe to dinner, I indulged in the trappings of the rich and powerful. Tanner, who had stayed near me the entire time, was given a simple, but elegant silvery silk robe to wear. Both Talon and I were seated at the Duke’s table joined by others, including an Arcanist who was introduced as Allustan of Diamond Lake, a small mining community to the north of Auros in the foothills of the mountains that dominate that land. It has been long rumored that Diamond Lake is inhabited by creatures known as Dwarves, though I for one had never seen one. Tanner was seated on a small throne at the end of the Duke’s table. He was closely watched by four Justicars. Two more stood at the yawning doorway of the hall. The Duke required me to regale the table with stories of our journey and I complied with as little embellishment as I could. Though I did leave a few of the more unsavory and potentially controversial details out, such as Hu Li’s harpy coitus, Hu Li’s outburst with regards to what the fate of the Shuuthian should have been, and, of course, Hu Li’s ill-timed use of the bead of force provided him by Balian. I could feel Talon’s eyes watching me as the tale unfolded. I could not determine if his look was one of approval for my discreetness, or condemnation for my lack of forthrightness. He was never an easy one to read. “You and your friends have been through a great many trials.” Allustan began, sounding impressed. “We did what anyone would have done under the circumstances.” I responded blushing. “Indeed.” He responded disdainfully, clearly not buying it. “I have need of heroes such as you to help me investigate something I have been researching. Perhaps you will return to Auros on your way back from Soliel and come see me.” He finished. I promised to do so immediately and without hesitation. After all, Allustan was an Arcanist and he even seemed, dare I say, normal. If Balian or Helena proved too uncouth for my proclivities, perhaps I could seek apprenticeship with Allustan. At the moment I thought that, and even now as I write this, Balian’s Mark squirmed. No one but me noticed. After dinner the Duke moved closer to me and Talon and began speaking in hushed tones. “Your actions have caused quite a stir in Soliel.” He began. “The Curia has been in closed session since word arrived of the tragedy at Goldfire Glen. And the Voice and Will has sequestered himself in his meditation room, communing with Canaan since this whole thing began. It is unprecedented.” I was deeply troubled by this news. “The rumor is that Rappan’Athuk is again active. There is talk that the Regent Malfoy will raise an army to deal with the threat. This does not bode well. And I do not like it.” He added the last in a whisper, almost conspiratorially. I whipped my head around to stare at him. He met my gaze. “Do you know why we don’t go into The Wildlands?” He started rhetorically. “We do not go into the Wildlands out of respect for The Green and her followers, Evora. My county is largely agrarian and my constituents are largely superstitious farmers who adhere to the Old Faith of The Green.” I nodded. “But there are other political considerations as well. I am no sycophant to the Regent Malfoy. While others clamor to get in his good graces and thereby win favor with his nephew, the boy king, I have a county to run. Unfortunately this approach has lessened my support in the House of Lords, several of whom are in favor of annexing huge portions of The Wildlands; and while it will increase the standing of the county in the House of Lords, I fear the machinations of Malfoy at hand. He would have ultimate control of how that land is divided, and to the most depraved of his flatterers would go the spoils, I’m afraid.” I had not considered the political ramifications of a settlement of the Wildlands before. “And I fear that the church is breathing down Malfoy’s neck to invade The Wildlands and take Rappan’Athuk.” He added. I was surprised to hear the Duke speak in such an unflattering fashion about the Church. Smelling bait, I decided to bite. “Why do you speak so harshly of the Church to one such as I?” I said. “You know that you are teetering on the edge of blasphemy with this speech.” “Bah! You, of all people, Evora. Here to lecture me on blasphemy? I know why you ‘left’ Soliel. And please. Your story about Talon being a ‘pious mystic’ is almost laughable. He is nothing other than a servant of the Green. I speak freely in your presence, because I can.” I nodded, and felt the color drain from my face. This was a brave man, an honorable man, and a man willing to die for his beliefs. Though this conversation filled me with great dread, I knew one thing for certain, Duke Devonhill was a true ally. “After the boy king’s parents were slain for their conversion to The Green,” He continued “The Curia hovered around the boy and have yet to leave his side. Malfoy is a harmless puppet. A mouthpiece for the Curia in the guise of a sectarian leader.” I knew little of the story of Malfoy. Politics was never of an interest to me. I only hoped the Duke assertions were true. After dinner there was a short play, filled with song and dance. It was colorful if unremarkable in any other detail. Tanner slept on a small bed near mine. Both were stuffed with down feathers and while I cannot speak for the boy’s experience, I must say, my bed evoked the most lavish and luxurious sleep I had ever known. Upon awaking I remember feeling the quality of my sleep bordered on the sinful. A crowd had gathered outside the Duke’s palace. As Talon, myself and Tanner left with the bodies of Lilian and Shale in tow, they followed us toward the north gate of Auros, waving banners depicting Canaan Crosses and sending up choruses of adulations. I was most embarrassed by the whole pomp and circumstance. I was also worried that such public displays of our presence would make it easier for our enemies to track us. My fears would prove unwarranted, however, as the week’s journey from Auros to Soliel was quite safe. As we came upon the first glimpses of the towers of Soliel, we were greeted with a mob the likes of which I have never seen. For a moment I wondered if the whole of Turgos had made a pilgrimage to Soliel. The mass of humankind went for what appeared to be miles and as Talon walked beside the horse on which myself and the boy rode, the throngs parted to allow us passage. Many held out their hands toward us and Tanner obliged their longing with a touch and a blessing. Though songs and shouts of praise rang up for our passing, the gathering was entirely peaceful. Justicars awaited us at the gates of Soliel. Like Auros, they escorted us to our destination, the Great Fane. The home of the Voice and Will of Canaan on Turgos. The crowds overwhelmed the glistening streets of Soliel as they moved in behind us once we reached the steps of the Great Fane. Flanked by two golden armored Justicars at the top of the stairs was the one face I had secretly longed to avoid, but now knew I had no choice but to face, Arch Bishop Tagavarius. Talon, Tanner and myself ascended the stairs. Tanner clutched my hand ever so gently and whispered, “Have strength, Evora. He is but a man.” “Heretic!” The announcement sent a shockwave of silence rippling over the crowd. The harsh, humorless baritone of Tagavarius echoed down the staircase and throughout the marble structures. “Your exploits do little to quell the weight of your sins, Evora. You ask much returning here.” “I know of my sins.” I said, my eyes to the ground. My supplicant stance was genuine. “Better than anyone, for I have had to live with the bitter fruits of their harvest.” I could feel Talon, Tanner and the whole of Soliel looking at me. I looked up to see Tagavarius’s cold glare warm just a bit. “I return not to do penance, not to acknowledge my transgressions and ask for forgiveness, but to deliver this child, the Exalted One, the one who shall live on as the Voice and Will of Canaan on Turgos. If the Curia believes the confession of a solitary priest ranks higher than the delivery of hope, then I cannot but humble myself before its judgment.” The Arch Bishop almost blanched at my words. The streets were unbearably silent. Tagavarius strode forward and reached out a hand to Tanner. The boy took it. Tanner smiled up at me and nodded. Tagavarius leaned into me and whispered. “Your arrogance shall be your undoing.” “I have traveled a long way.” I said. “I wish an audience with the Voice and Will.” “So I have heard.” He said, still whispering. “I know of it. The Voice and Will has preemptively granted you your request. It seems at the arrival of the news of your coming, and the state of the fallen Champion Lilian Evenshire, he insisted you be allowed an audience.” I said nothing. Talon stepped up to me. Tagavarius’s eyes narrowed as his lower jaw tightened. The Arch Bishop straightened and addressed the crowd. “This is a day of celebration!” He announced. “The Exalted One has been safely delivered to Soliel! Canaan be praised! May His Voice and Will on Turgos be granted life everlasting!” The crowd exploded into applause and cheers. We were led into the hallowed halls of the inner sanctum of the Great Fane. Tagavarius said nothing else. Tanner kept looking at me as we entered the massive, vaulted chamber. It was lit by a solitary beam of light in its center. It was constructed entirely out of white marble. Grand archways circled the sunken inner chamber. Benches lined the outer circle. A soft chorus of invisible monks rained down unceasingly from unseen corners of the grand chapel. I was awed and humbled by the sheer simplistic beauty of the whole setting. Lilian and Shale’s bodies were taken from us by white robed priests. Talon, Tanner and I stood in the glow of the light and the soft pillow of the music for some time. Then there was a pulse in the light. It dimmed just enough for us to make out an elderly, bent figure, clutching a golden staff in one of his wrinkled hands. His head was adorned with an enormous miter and he was draped in a golden robe. I fell to my knees before him. Talon rolled his eyes and leaned up against the wall under an archway. Tanner leapt to his feet and ran toward the figure, embracing him as a boy would a father. “Please, Evora.” I heard his kind, but tired voice say. “Stand up and come closer.” I obeyed. “Sit down next to me.” He said. I only then noticed he had been sitting on a marble bench. I immediately joined him. “I understand you request an intercession from Canaan with regards to the soul of Lilian Evenshire.” “Yes, Your Holiness.” I said. The staggering reality of what I came for suddenly rushed over me. I felt the fool asking for something so unbelievably profound. The Voice and Will must have felt my turmoil and doubt, for he reached a hand out to me and took mine in his. His flesh felt as fragile as parchment. “Have faith, Evora.” He said. “You are no heretic. The Curia and I have always had disagreements, and shall for as long as Canaan’s Church thrives. Your fate and your guilt are but one more in a long line of… debates.” I felt weak. My heart leapt for such joy that I nearly fainted. The Voice and Will was on my side. It was more than I could have ever dreamed. “But that is trivial. Banal political conflict and nothing more.” He continued. “I need to ask you why you feel Lilian must be returned?” “I believe her role in the coming conflict is far from over, most Exalted One.” I said. “She is needed here. Her death came far before her time.” “As it does to many.” He answered, smiling sadly at me. “Farmer Jed and his family.” It did not surprise me that one so enlightened as the Voice and Will would have known of the fate of a simple family so many miles away. “And the innocents of Goldfire Glen.” He continued. “Beware such hubris, Evora. Lilian’s life was no more precious than any of those.” I sat silent. Tanner tugged at my leg. He smiled up at me and I remembered the vision that I awoke to just days prior and the words the angelic voice emitted from the vassal of Tanner. “I believe,” I finally said, “that it is by Canaan’s Will that she be returned. Nothing more and nothing less.” “Then, my child,” His Holiness said with a smile. “Let Canaan’s Will be done.” He grabbed hold of his staff and pulled himself to his feet. Tanner moved over to me. The Voice and Will turned to us both, and gave a cursory glance to Talon. “Rest.” He said. “For you are weary. I shall return to you shortly.” With labored steps, he left the chamber. I sat back down on the bench and closed my eyes. I drank in the sounds of the chanting monks and allowed myself to relax into a tranquil meditation. Several minutes later, I was gently drawn from my meditations by Tanner, touching my arm. I opened my eyes to see his face smiling at me. Talon was still leaning against an archway. Somewhere beyond my sight a door opened and closed. I heard footsteps. Into the light of the chamber I saw the Voice and Will of Canaan reentering. He leaned heavily upon his staff. Tanner rushed to his side to assist him. A second figure stepped into view behind them. My breath stopped. Tears fell freely from my disbelieving eyes. By the side of the Exalted Boy and the Voice and Will of Canaan was, glory be, Lilian, alive! Her golden tresses draped around her shoulders. She stepped toward me. Talon stood upright, his mouth agape in disbelief. I stood and ran to her. She held up a hand to stay my path. She was dressed in a long silver robe. Her deep blue eyes stared into me. They held a deep and unrelenting sadness that unnerved me. Then, as if she finally recognized me, her hand dropped to her side and she smiled. “Evora.” She said, her voice as strong and sure as ever. “By the grace of Canaan, I have returned.” [/QUOTE]
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