On the dock, they were just steps away from the gangplank when two men approached, a soldier with the yellow and red badge of Sandura on his tunic, and another wearing a large black badge with a solid white circle at its centre: the sign of the One.
It was the servant of the Church of the One who spoke. Who are you, traveller?
Brother Chasper, late of Turana, an island of Lanobly.
Brother? he replied. You wear no vestment or badge.
The newly named Chasper smiled broadly and said, I am a mendicant friar of the Order of the Harbinger. This is my beggar boy, Venley.
A look of confusion crossed the soldiers face and the officer of the Church looked annoyed. We expected an episkopos of your order and his retinue He left the sentence unfinished and made a general circular motion encompassing the itinerant monk.
The episkopos hasnt arrived? said Bodai, feigning alarm. I was supposed to join him, to then carry news He gave a sigh that Hatu, now named Venley, thought a hit too theatrical.
It worked, however, as the church official waved them towards the city and said, Go down the main boulevard, across the small plaza, and take the northern street on the other side, two crossings, then west again until you see the burned-out building that was once your orders temple. He almost spat the last word, for all buildings of the One were called churches. The followers of Tathan had been among the first to modify their doctrine to integrate themselves into the Church of the One, claiming the god of purity had been only a prophet, the Harbinger of the One. Many in the church viewed the followers of Tathan as only slightly better than heretics.
Bodai nodded, bowed slightly, and then pushed Hatus shoulder in the direction the man had indicated.
When they were safely away, Bodai said, Interesting, dont you think?
Hatu glanced at his master and waited for a moment to see if the question had been rhetorical or if the old man actually sought his opinion. Finally, he nodded agreement.
What do you judge from that? asked Bodai.
Hatu thought about that question for a moment, then said, Theyre looking for someone, or theyre worried about strangers, perhaps both. The manner in which they questioned you, brother, makes me think that the Church of the One is concerned about something, and that the king is supporting them. He shrugged.
Bodai nodded once. Look around, what do you see?
Hatu did a quick survey of the long street. When they neared the plaza, he said, Its a beautiful day.
Yes, it is, agreed Bodai. The weather here is often overcast and dark, cloudy, or raining, but today, sunshine. What else?
As they entered the small plaza, Hatushaly looked around, taking a moment to appraise their surroundings, then said, This is far from a happy place. Rather than busy market stalls, which he would have expected to see in any city he visited, only a few people moved around a small, well-kept, but otherwise unremarkable fountain in the centre of the plaza.
Why do you say that? asked Bodai as he paused before the water, reached in, and made a show of rubbing his face and neck.
Hatu followed his example and leaned over the water to freshen up before he replied, No one lingers here. There are no sellers, despite this being a wonderful market, so someone the king? he speculated. Or someone important has decided to keep this plaza free of merchants. Hatu splashed a little water on his own face, glancing around as he wiped it with his hands. They dont want people gathering here. There are three armed men in identical garb: the city guard? For a place this size, with so few people, there are too many soldiers. They watch. People passing near to them avert their eyes. We saw the same behaviour on the streets from the docks.
Enough, whispered Bodai, shaking his hands as if ridding them of excess water. Come along.
Enough, whispered Bodai, shaking his hands as if ridding them of excess water. Come along.
Hatu followed the counterfeit monk through the streets as instructed by the church official. They found the site of the former Temple of Tathan, now a skeleton of burned timbers and an altar charred black. Rain and wind had scoured the abandoned building of ash and cinders, and they could walk across the stone floor without turning their sandalled feet black.
Some time ago, said Bodai softly, the king of this dolorous nation embraced the Church of the One. All other gods and goddesses were pronounced lesser and demonic beings, and in their enthusiasm to rid the city of the evil places of worship, the kings soldiers got a little carried away. They failed to remember that this order had contrived a narrative, a wonderful story that named Tathan the Pure a prophetic being, a heavenly messenger who proclaimed the coming of the One.
The false monk knocked on a still-upright timber with his staff. Hmmm, with some good craftsmen, this place might be restored sooner than I thought. As if musing to himself, he muttered, Scrape off this char, see how much good timber is left
After studying the burned timber, Bodai came out of his reverie. Now, as I was saying, this king was the first monarch of stature to elevate the Church of the One above all others, and by seizing this opportunity Lodavico Sentarzi, ruler of Sandura he lowered his voice known widely as the King of Sorrows, not only gained a new title, His Most Holy Majesty, which he seems to find most agreeable, but gave the Church of the One an official base from which to operate, a home, as it were. Word reached us some months ago that the ancient city of Sandura he gestured to their surroundings was now being called the Holy City, which also seems to please Lodavico.