Still oiling and sharpening his axe, Feldard kept watch over the others to the east and Miklos to the south. This talk of three sisters had him baffled – even with the Siswa’s explanation. He turned towards Miklos as the captive elf made mention of a ruined Tower. “Let me guess, we’ll be headed there after this, right? So where’s this Tower?”
“The tower is buried in ruin beneath the temple,” replied the elf, matter-of-factly.
The dwarf turned back to look to the east to keep an eye on the the other Siswa elf, Hasan, but the elves and Nicolai had their attention focused on a room to the north. The dwarf snorted and kept working on his axe.
As Maruc continued his praying he allowed his mind to wander, he was pleased at the dwarf’s recovery and equally pleased at the blessing that Halav Incarnate was bestowing through him. The more he prayed the more his bond with the spirit of Halav strengthened. His mind drew back to his time in the cloister before the fire; how he looked up to the abbot for teaching a guidance; the long hours of fasting and prayer and the endless chanting and meditative rites. All these things started to make sense now.
At the time he fervently believed the meditations and stoic routine was a form of self punishment, some mild type of flagellation, only now did the ability to shut himself off from the world without and give himself wholy into the hands of Halav did he begin to understand.
Duke Stefan’s power was waxing and the dark forces of the Sons of Night would not prevail. Those dusty old clerics of the Traladanian tradition will fall off their prayer mats when Stefan reveals himself to be the one true God. But the time was not yet right for him to reveal himself. This is what Maruc believed, Halav knew all and was canny, luring his enemies out into the open that he might cleanse them with redemptive power. Maruc had no wish for personal glory but if in some small way he could further the Halavist cause then he counted himself blessed.
…Rahib ordered us to capture the elven maidens to facilitate the return of the Sisters,” he answered.
Marucs gaze swung round to Miklos he wondered if the mage had missed the inference.
Miklos retrieved the map, “Excellent! Thank you,” the mage paused mind racing, “…Lihrien. Do you know how the elfmaids are able to …ah… how did you put it? …ah yes… ‘facilitate’ the return of the Sisters? Do you also seek the return of the power of the Elyan and all they stand for, seeking the path of the Quiet Way?”
“The Quiet Way is the way of the fool,” stated the Siswa. He spoke dispassionately, as if he were reading lines that were written down before him. “The Sisters shall lead the Siswa to restore the Elyan to golden days of old.”
In the other room, Hasan and Saeth searched the ex-library, looking in particular for any surviving books or manuscripts but were unable to find anything noteworthy among the remnants.