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August 29, 2024
it was quite as possible to reason one’s way, step by slow step, into a mire of deep sin as it was to fall into it headlong.
“this prisoner’s interrogation could be a most important one. It touches on the defense of Porifors.
Haha
invisible violet light—
Haha
“Stay,” said Ista. “I was sent by the god to cut this knot. Release Arhys, and I will release you.”
But his spirit was not uprooted in the white fire Ista had seen in the dying before. His ghost merely drifted apart,
He is sundered already. His god cannot reach him.
Simile ugly
If possession of or by a demon made one a sorcerer, and the hosting of a god made one a saint, what ambiguous hybrid did one become in the hands of the demon-god?
“Some suffering bastard prayed to a god too busy to attend to him, and He delegated the task to me. Or so He feigned.”
The slow decay of the ghosts, souls who had refused the gods, was a self-destruction.
But Arhys had not chosen this exile; it had been imposed upon him. Not his soul’s suicide, but its murder . .
This tangle is far worse than I first guessed. And even second sight does not yet see a way out.
“Good boy. We do not yield Porifors. Hold to that, and you shall serve me still, even when my grave has swallowed all vows.”
What less would one expect from a man with soap in his saddlebags
Haha - ch. 8 . 133 he gave his soap to Ista to wash her wounds with.
STA
Learned dy Cabon
Foix,
Ista
Lord Arhys,
Dedicat Pejar,
“At your earliest spare moment, March, I suggest you come inspect your brother’s wound. Your brother’s new wound.”
He can’t be “killed” but Illvin can, so Arhys’s careless assumption could kill his brother. Hence, “Ride carefully, till then. Wear your mail.”
“Ride carefully, till then. Wear your mail.”
the march of Oby
Haha
“It seems that spear thrust we saw found another target.”
The two demon shadows within them were so tightly closed in Ista’s presence, it was hard to guess their reaction to this proximity,
Haha
Haha
Thanks be for my chancellery tabard.
Never ceases to amaze me, when people with so little share their bit with strangers.
“He was experimenting with his demon, that’s what,”
Haha
You can’t claim that turmoil and disorder didn’t freely flow from the demon—what a splendid pileup!
No, nor that it didn’t result in good! If your order’s sorcerers can do it, why can’t I?”
Haha
The Bastard’s Order has lost the saint of Rauma.”
“The trick of extracting the demon from a human mount and returning it to the god, and yet leaving the person alive. And with the soul and wits intact, or nearly so, if it goes well.”
A trick Ista must learn!
“I would be considerably more impressed with your god, dy Cabon,” said Ista through her teeth, “if He could have arranged one life’s worth of simple protection in advance, rather than three hundred lives’ worth of gaudy vengeance afterward.”
Haha sad
When Lord Arhys was struck in the fight this morning by that Jokonan lancer, the cut appeared on Lord Illvin’s body.
Arhys is beginning to deteriorate,
When he dies, his brother ends, and Cattilara, I believe, will be swallowed by her demon.”
Haha
Haha
Ewww - torture? Question
I would see his new wound, first.” “Ah. That would be wise, I think.”
I think some part of me was starting to hope for a better death. Less . . . ignominious, than the first, less shameful to my father’s honor. I see there is a problem with this plan.”
“I feel as though I am lost in some dark and evil maze, and cannot find my way out.” “Yes,” said Ista. “But . . . no longer alone in the labyrinth, at least.”
I could run away. No one else here can, but I could. If I chose to.
