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“But Sir Auric, that was illuminating! You must feel great pride, having vanquished the unjust height restrictions of knighthood.”
that the measure of a man or woman is contained within their character and conduct, not in outward trappings.”
“We all have our failings, Gnaeus,” answered Auric. “Understanding one’s own is the measure of wisdom.”
Welcome pain, for it is sent to instruct the wise man. He felt a needle of indignation poking at him. Pain sent by the gods as instruction? It smacked of a cliché he loathed above all others: All that happens, happens for a purpose. The notion rankled him. It was his conviction that learning came to spite suffering, not because of it. Philosophers and priests who believed pain was a blessing in disguise could go fuck themselves.
Grow wiser,
Whatever animated the corpses in those ruins was unspeakably evil. Not the unthinking evil of a storm or an avalanche that leaves death and destruction in its wake. Not evil that’s the product of greed or hunger that blinds one to the humanity in others. Not evil borne out of agony or loss. This was purified, perfect, absolute hate and malice that defies comprehension. An unholy, vigorous evil.”
“No charge for the service that wasn’t provided?” growled Auric. “How kind of you.”
there’s nothing as zealous and rigid as a true convert, especially when that conversion flows from a baptism involving multiple arrows piercing flesh.”
Were all prayers to any god no more than begging for mercy? From beings who possessed the power to make all suffering vanish if they saw fit to do so? Would he not end unnecessary pain for humankind if he had the power to grant it? Was devotion to the gods something so crude? A protection racket run by capricious, almighty thugs who lacked the elementary human kindness to alleviate suffering without abject pleading, or some form of payment?
