‘Noble considerations of course, but I must warn Your Highness, foul things follow in the wake of souls that fail to depart.’ Nem Nemuris stands empty of a pilgrim from Evrelyn and had my father not been laid low by the disease he would have set out to fulfil what he considered to be duty.’ ‘It is for the Dream of Embers you must understand. I have sealed him with magic, to comply with his final wishes.’ ‘Father, you must know that for my own father there will be no burial, only a funeral ceremony. Shala was hesitant to say it, but she thought it better that the Bishop hear from her, before it could be put in a bad light. I hope to stay long enough for your father's burial and if at all possible oversee the coronation as a representative of Allandiel.’ ‘To be understood child, to be understood. ‘Thank you Father, and know that if I appear curt or at unease, it is only the product of my grief,’ she apologized in advance, knowing that in Swarztial's company she was inclined to be short-tempered. Yet with the passing of one comes the rise of another, and I’ve already prayed that your rule be blessed, and a light shine upon your path.’ The Bishop nodded sagely, ‘It shows us, I guess, that we are all here but for the Grace of His Benevolence. Your presence is greatly appreciated, particularly now, we will need guidance in due time.’ ‘I thank you Father, and I welcome you to our houses and homes. We grieve with you Princess, I assure you his loss resonates much farther than just Attoras,’ said Jaegosh. ‘Your Highness, I had heard on the road that your father was ill, but not for a moment did I think he would succumb. Swarztial started off in a soft tone, ‘Princess, I introduce you to Father Jaegosh, Bishop of Allandiel, and formal ambassador to Attoras.’ She had forgotten an envoy of the Crimson City would arrive, and now that he did the timing could not be worse. The man in red however inspired some reverence if not for the man he arrived with and it brought a sinking feeling to her stomach. Shala spared him no thought, because the supposed vassal to Shala spent much of his time in Swarztial's company. Following in their wake was the hardly noticeable young Squire, Rolf of House Orette. She had been keen on keeping him out of this.Īnd he brought company next to his cut of stark black was a man drabbed in the finest crimson robe, long and embossed with golden thread along the sleeves and collar. It was inevitable Shala knew, and she had hoped against hope to avoid this encounter, but her own portrayal of Swarztial the vulture was never more apt as he approached, as though getting whiff of the dead being moved. With the orderlies shuffling out Shala did not wish to be alone here, and so did not linger, but two steps outside she wished she had stayed a while after all. As her father was now he would not decay or wither, the body would remain intact, but only for a set amount of time, his soul confined to his remains. The good old Scholar on the other hand knew more about the outside world than anyone, if there was a good argument to be made about how and why King Anka should journey then Naceus could do it. Attoras was often considered isolated and its people largely ignorant of the world outside its borders. The King was laid on his bed and if Shala could exercise the influence she would hope to, he would be away within the week.įor that she was sure to speak with Scholar Naceus. Waiting outside the infirmary, members of the guard boxed around their procession as they moved the King to the upper levels, the rest of the castle standing solemnly aside at realizing what was happening. She would return later to do for him what she possibly could, she promised silently. Even then Shala saw he was so in the throes of the disease that he could just as easily die as recover. The reigning disease was still rampant and the only patient that seemed to show a fighting chance was the large man near her father's room. Waiting for the orderlies to prepare to move her father out she had a swift look through the infirmary, as she did most days. If he were to be delivered to Nem Nemuris she would hastily have to assemble an entourage to carry out such a mission. Before the weight of many duties caught up to Shala she oversaw her father's removal from the infirmary, the body to be taken to his chambers for the time being.
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