Dahlaine shook his head. The east coast of the Land of Dhrall gets some savage floods almost every year, he explained. Aracia didnt want her temple destroyed that often, so she had her servants build it farther south where there arent any major rivers coming down out of the mountains. The grounds sort of marshy, but Aracias workers laid in a substantial base before they started construction.
How long ago was it when they built the temple? Keselo asked.
Eight maybe ten centuries ago, wouldnt you say, Zelana? Dahlaine asked.
You couldnt prove that by me, brother mine, Zelana replied. I was living in my grotto on the Isle of Thurn then.
Do all those priests who worship your sister plant crops of any kind near the temple? Sorgan asked.
Dahlaine shook his head. The farmers of Aracias Domain deliver large amounts of food to keep most of our sisters priests quite fat, at least.
Fat seems to show up quite often in the world of priests, Longbow observed.
Professional hazard, wouldnt you say, big brother? Zelana suggested. Priests spend much of their time stuffing food into their mouths.
And that makes them so fat that their hearts wear out and they fall over dead, Dahlaine added.
Now theres an idea, Rabbit said. If we just happened to pile twenty or thirty tons of food on the steps of sister Aracias temple, her priests would eat themselves to death inside a week.
I like that notion, brother, Zelana said. We wouldnt violate our limitations by providing food for dear Aracias priests, would we? And if they ate too much and fell over dead, it wouldnt be our fault, would it?
Dahlaine squinted at the ceiling. You might want to take that up with Mother, Zelana. If we feed Aracias priests too much and they die as a result, wouldnt that almost be the same as poisoning them?
Spoilsport, Zelana grumbled. Can you imagine how much screaming would come from Aracias temple if she woke up one morning to discover that all of her priests had died during the night?
Well keep the idea in reserve, dear sister, Dahlaine said. Lets push on, though. He looked at Narasan. Who would you say is the head of sister Aracias priesthood?
They call him Takal Bersla, Narasan replied, and hes almost as fat as Adnari Estarg of the Amarite Church was before that overgrown spider had him for lunch. Bersla has made a career out of oration. He spends hours every day telling your sister how holy she is, and Aracias almost paralyzed by Berslas overdone speeches. Padan kept track one day not long after wed arrived at Aracias temple, and Bersla talked to your sister for six straight hours. Then he ate lunch a lunch that would have overstuffed four or five normal people and then he stood up and orated for another five or six hours. The mans a talking machine, but your sister cant seem to get enough of all that tedious adoration.
It sounds to me like shes getting even worse, Dahlaine, Zelana observed. She drinks in adoration in almost the same way that a drunkard pours beer into his mouth.
Its not a good sign, Lord Dahlaine, Sorgan said. If her mind has slipped that far, getting her attention might be a little difficult.
Not necessarily, cousin, Torl disagreed. If this Bersla priest is the main adorer in Lady Aracias temple, and he wound up dead some morning, you could probably get her immediate attention.
Maybe so, Torl, Sorgan agreed, but how do we know that hell die at any time in the near future?
Torl slid his hand down into the top of his boot and pulled out a long, slender dagger. I can almost guarantee that, cousin, he said, flourishing his dagger.
It has got some possibilities, Lord Dahlaine, Sorgan said. If your sisters sitting on her throne some morning and several of her priests drag the body of her favorite underling into her throne room to show her that somebody or some thing slipped into her temple and butchered her head priest, shed go to pieces. Then, if I tell her that the stab-wounds in Berslas body were almost certainly caused by the teeth of one of the bug-people, shed start paying very close attention to anything I said. I could feed her all kinds of wild stories about bug-people creeping around through the halls of her temple killing off her priests by the dozens.
Wouldnt she demand to see the bodies?
Sorgan shrugged. If she wants to look at bodies, well show her bodies. Torl might have to sharpen his dagger six or eight times a day, but thats all right.
Thanks, cousin, Torl said sourly.
Dont mention it, Torl, Sorgan replied with a broad grin.
Id say that the separation of Long-Pass from Aracias temple will work out very well for you, Longbow suggested to Sorgan and Narasan a bit later. You can sail on down to that river-mouth, and those of you wholl be going on up Long-Pass can go ashore while Sorgan goes on down to pacify Aracia. She and her servants wont even know that youre anywhere in that pass, so she wont be issuing commands for you to rush on down south to defend her.
Thats a very good idea, Longbow, Narasan agreed. Im sure that the only thing that interests Bersla will be the defense of the temple. He doesnt care at all about what happens to the ordinary people of Aracias Domain. He wouldnt so much as turn a hair if all the rest of Aracias Domain was overrun by the bug-people.
Theres a thought, Captain Hook-Beak, Keselo said. If you send out some scouts and they report back that the bug-men are eating all of the peasants, the priests will be afraid to come out of the temple and take a look for themselves. Theyll hole up inside the temple itself almost as if they were prisoners.
It would keep them out from underfoot, Sorgan agreed. Then he looked at his friend Narasan. Youve been there, but I havent, he said. Did you see anything at all like building material near the temple? Rocks or logs or anything like that? If were going to go through the motions of looking like were building a defensive wall of some kind, well need to put up something that looks like a fort.
Youre not going to find anything like rocks or even logs in marshy country, Sorgan, Narasan replied.
Ah, well, Sorgan said, the temples there anyway. It shouldnt be too hard to knock it down so that we can build a fort.
Our sister will come apart at the seams if you do that, Sorgan, Zelana told him.
And youll be able to hear her priests screaming from ten miles away, Dahlaine added.
Not after my scouts come back and report that the bug-people are eating the farmers alive, I wont, Sorgan disagreed. When the fat ones hear that, they might even offer to help. Just how big would you say that temple is, Narasan?
About a mile or so square, Narasan replied.
Youre not serious!
The priesthoods been building Aracias temple for centuries, Sorgan, Dahlaine said.
You should be able to build quite a wall with that much stone, Sorgan, the warrior queen Trenicia said.