Kelemvor backed away and resumed his probing. Before many moments had passed, he pulled his sword from the molten rock and held it up before him. A flame as red as blood danced on the tip, crackling and wailing as it writhed.
"Zale Protelyus!"
The flame spun on Kelemvor's sword, then stopped wailing and kneeled on the steaming blade. "Lord Death."
"Zale Protelyus, why did you allow your foe to drag you into this fissure? Why did you cling to your sword when you could have let go and saved yourself?"
"To… stop… the… murderer!" Zale's words seemed to come with great effort and pain.
"But when you saw that you would die and fail anyway, still you held on. Why?"
"Nothing to fear… in death." Zale kept his blazing head bowed toward the sword. "Brave man in life… sure to receive reward in death."
"But you are Faithless! Who will reward you?"
For the first time, Zale raised his fiery head. "You… Lord Kelemvor! Trust your justice… before any god… who demands flattery… and offerings."
So stunned was Kelemvor that he shrank until his chest sank into the boiling lava. "Can Cyric be right?" His head barely reached the chasm brink. "Have I been too fair?"
It was then that Kelemvor perceived the infinite cunning of the One and All. To win Faerun for himself, Cyric had only to step aside and do nothing. Lady Magic would do half his work, denying the Weave to any force that harmed her beloved mortals, and Talos the Destroyer and the Battle Lord Tempus and Shar the Nightbringer would grow weak and start losing worshipers. Kelemvor would do the rest, treating the spirits of the noble and compassionate with such kindness that many would turn from their gods and trust to his justice instead.
But most critical was this: the brave and courageous would lose their fear of death and sacrifice themselves in foolish causes, as Zale had done. Faerun would be left to the cowardly and the corrupt. And when this was so – when all the other gods had grown weak through the compassion of Kelemvor and Mystra – then would the One rouse himself from his "madness" and call the wicked to his worship, and then would he drive all the other gods from his world.
All this Kelemvor perceived, and he saw that it was happening just as Cyric had planned. Still, he refused to think he had been doing the One's work. In his folly, he believed that every man strove for bravery and nobility, and he failed to understand that shielding the helpless encouraged laziness and dependence, and that treating the dead with compassion only made life all the more unbearable.