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- From: bshsiung@quip.eecs.umich.edu (Bernard Hsiung)
- Subject: [Mage Guild] Dariel: Consultation
- Message-ID: <1993Jan25.031836.14090@zip.eecs.umich.edu>
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- Organization: University of Michigan EECS Dept., Ann Arbor, MI
- Date: Mon, 25 Jan 1993 03:18:36 GMT
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- In the run-down Low City temple, the priests drew back the heavy
- curtains, revealing a rosestone statue standing on a raised pedestal in
- the center of an elliptical pool of water. It portrayed a blindfolded
- girl holding one hand modestly across her gown; the other rested by her
- side. The wane smile that played across her lips was evocative, but
- also perhaps a little peculiar.
-
- One of the priests began a formal litany, a hint of boredom apparent
- in his voice as he addressed the newest supplicant, the latest in a long,
- long day. "This is the Sanctum Sanctorium of Our Lady Fortuna. All may
- look upon her, kind visitor, but it is forbidden to enter."
-
- The young man in robes of white nodded agreeably. "Very well, then.
- I shall not--" he said, disappearing.
-
- "--enter," he concluded, his voice floating from the goddess' dais
- where he now stood. He pushed back the sleeve of his robe and held his
- arm very near the statue's mouth as if in offering, speaking in low tones
- to the carved image.
-
- There was a loud outcry and a burst of frantic activity from the
- horrified priests, which subsided into a stunned silence as the statue
- leaned forward and bit into the man's flesh, cleanly removing a piece of
- it. She chewed slowly and deliberately, as if savoring its flavor, and
- then swallowed. Dariel covered his arm again with his robe. There was
- no blood.
-
- The lips of the statue moved. "What would you of me, Herald?"
- The voice was lilting, soft like silk.
-
- "The usual three, Lady. Knowledge and advice and blessing."
-
- "Ah, Seeker," she sighed, "you would seek the favor of Lady Luck?
- You know that men say that I am fickle and uncertain."
-
- "I know. And I would, for I would not say so. But first,
- knowledge."
-
- The statue removed her blindfold, no longer rosestone, twisting
- it in her hands as she stared into space. Her eyes were filled with a
- milky, shimmering, pale grey haze -- still blind, but seeing something
- other than mere light. At last, she spoke. "In past, there is nothing
- and peace. In present, there is war and nothing. In future, there is
- nothing at all."
-
- Dariel grimaced. "This I suspected somewhat already."
-
- "Bide. There is more. Or rather, there is less. Stratan, Barsool,
- Ys, Tyraphris, and many Places are not. The holdings of my sisters are
- diminished thereby." In the beautiful voice, there appeared a tinge of
- pain and loss.
-
- "New hunters walk old Paths. Myriad is fallen again, and this
- time he is slow to rise." The goddess was crying now, crystal teardrops
- forming in her sightless eyes, dripping down her face, and falling to
- the floor with a faint tinkling sound.
-
- Dariel shifted uncomfortably, then took her in his arms, touching
- her hair but saying nothing.
-
- "The Warriors no longer span the spectrum. More and more often,
- sibling fights sibling instead of the dark. Oh, Dariel, Dariel, I wish
- I had refused you! These are not the visions I had wanted..." She
- paused, wiping her eyes, then continued. "Mayhap even here." Dariel
- froze. "One is come, though not by progenitor's wish or will or whim.
- But I dare not name him, lest he know me."
-
- "Enough," Dariel said to her quietly. "Enough. I will seek him,
- named or unnamed, and see what I might do. It is well that this much
- you have told me. But I think we both have had our fill of knowledge
- for the nonce. Will you give me a path to follow, then?"
-
- "Be wary yet be quick, for if you watch the fall of every sparrow,
- you may miss the plummet of the eagle, diving from the sun to seize
- his prey."
-
- "Oracles," Dariel murmured very softly. "That is all? The eagle?"
- he repeated in a more normal tone of voice.
-
- "Yes. And yes." Then, the statue touched Dariel's cheek with her
- delicate hand, and smiled up at him, though her eyes were still moist.
-
- "There. The three are done, as you requested. Now shrive me, Lord,
- against the coming of Night," she whispered.
-
- "You have no need to ask that of me, Fortuna," Dariel said seriously.
- "But you have partaken of me and spoken for me; it is my responsibility
- and my right if you so will it." And he bowed his head and kissed her
- full on the mouth. A silver mist suddenly seeping from the pool obscured
- the pedestal from view at that moment, then was blown away in a phantom
- wind as quickly as it had come.
-
- When the priests could see again, the statue was once more the statue
- that the temple had held for so long, tiny slivers of pure diamond scattered
- at her feet. The young man in robes of white was nowhere to be found.
- --
- Comments, compliments, and complaints can be conveyed to:
- Bernie Hsiung (bshsiung@eecs.umich.edu)
-
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