Chapter 551: The Parable of Worship

Chapter 551: The Parable of Worship

What sort of revelation, First Apostle? Izas asked, unable to hide the thrill within his soul. He had not imagined thattodayhe would grow closer to his god.

What wondrous secrets would be placed upon his shoulders?

What holy knowledge would be poured into his mind?

There are covert enemies that we must seek out, the First Apostle said. And to do this, we must work with servants of Uldar that bear a foul guise. You remember well the Parable of Cullen, do you not?

Yes, of course, the Third Apostle said.

Recite it for me. I enjoy hearing Uldars servants speak on our gods holy works.

Izas lowered his head, drawing upon deeply seated memories from lessons hed had as a boy. Cullen was walking home from the nearby pond, for he fished for his suppers. He was a fine fisherman, but the fisherman must depend on the fish andon that daythe fish did not bite. And so he walked home empty handed and hungry.

He looked up, imagining a forest path in his mind with Cullen the fisherman walking down it in dejection. And at the nearby crossroads, he came upon a foul man. The man had few teeth. He was dirty. He smelled. And his habits were that of a vermin. And this man asked for aid.

Izas imagined the foul man with his hands out, grinning through blackened stumps. Most had turned the man away, but Cullen knew that one must help another Thameishman. For we are all Uldars children. But this man tried Cullens patience. He went home with Cullen and insulted his dwelling. He leered at his wife and ignored his children. He made a mess at the table. Altogether, he was a deeply unpleasant guest.

Izas imagined the beggar defiling the fishermans home. But Cullen met his foulness with the quiet patience of one who waits for fish to bite. He assured his wife that the man might appear foul, but had done no harm, for he had noticed the good the man had done. For while he made a mess, he cleaned his dishes. While insulting the dwelling, he pointed out flaws in its construction that might have led its roof to collapse in winter. While he ignored the children, he also did not curse them and collected their plates. And so Cullen knew he was a good man.

He took a breath. That night the moon rose high, and bandits came to Cullens dwelling. Butas the fisherman climbed out of bed to find his speara light arose from the cottage. And who did stride out to meet the bandits? The beggar, transformed into who he really was. Uldar himself.

Izas smiled like a young child. And with terrible anger, our god smote the bandits and rewarded Cullen for his hospitality by pronouncing that he would find as many fish in his pond as he needed every day until the day of his death. And from this we know that fair and holy things can take on foul guises, and not to be seduced by empty beauty.

I do love that story, the First Apostles voice was warm. And now you will be tested by the moral of that parable.

Many of our number come from pasts most would find foul, Izas said. I am ready for any servant of Uldar.

Not these, I think, the First Apostles tone was grave. In dire times of the past, we have been called to work with servants of Uldar who wear forms that even we would find foul: the forms of our greatest enemies.

Izas thought carefully. Do you mean that these servants wear the forms of Ravener-spawn?

I do, the First Apostle said grimly. And the time for such dire circumstances will come upon us soon, I fear.

What sort of circumstances? Izas asked. Is it the foreigners? Have their experiments triggered something disastrous?

I do not know, the First Apostle said. The enemy remains cloaked. But our lords servants will guide us to them.

Izas fists closed on his robe. What must I do?

First you are to send some of our agents to a place called the Cave of the Traveller. They are to inspect it and all goings on there. The Saint of that time came under our suspicion in the past, and it is time to investigate her sanctum. We must see if she plotted against us. You will also send a team to Greymoor, one without priests among them for now. They are to observe the actions of these foreigners and determine if they have become a threat.

Yes, First Apostle, Izas pledged. I will craft these teams myself. What can I tell them?

To trust that Uldars servants wear foul forms. That is all I can say, for now, until another revelation comes, the First Apostle pronounced. Within the coming seasons, the servants will appear before us. Soon, you will meet them and they will guide you to our enemies.

Yes, I understand, First Apostle. Izas bowed his head. I will be ready for our gods servants, no matter their forms. I will begin building the teams. They will seek out the Cave of the Traveller as you have instructed, and we will again see if our enemies gather in Greymoor.

Mine too, Alex said, touching his chest. And I think that what we have to talk about will make your soul even happier. Either that, or drive you to the afterworld.

I feel like mbrains about t melt outta mears, Cedric leaned against a tree, squinting up at Alex in disbelief. Secret church

Not so loud, Harts large eyes were scanning the surrounding hills.

Alex and his friends had taken a walk deep into the moors with the Heroes, far from the Research Castles survey teams and fortifications.

How can ybe so calm? the Chosens voice dropped to a hiss. Yhear what he just tol us? Secret churchmakin a bloody goddessstrange powersplaces of ascensionpeople comin back from thdead, its mind-blastin.

Im not calm, Hart grunted. But Im professional.

Were going to need professional. Drestras crackling voice laughed behind her veil. Because this feels like it just got much trickierbut it also explains some things. When the witches went to war against the church, theyd sometimes hit us quietly and vanish into the night. If they have an entire secret arm

...then that would make sense, Thundar added.

An ya sure we should blookin for the place where Uldar ascended? Cedric asked Alex. Thats where this secret churchll be?

Maybe, the young wizard said. But I do know that itll be easier to find Uldars realm if we find the place where he left the world from. I cant look for it as easily as you can.

Aye, easilys a bit relative there, wouldnt ya say? Cedric said. Its still gonna be hard for usthough well definitely do it. We have to.

And I want to, Anger turned Drestra's voice hard. If we have the chance to find the head of the snake and cut it off, we should.

But we might be fighting a god, Hart grunted. If Uldars behind this whole thingand it kinda feels like he isthen he wont be too happy with us. Kinda weird he hasnt already shown up to smite us like he smote those bandits in that fisherman story.

Well, better we dont give himthe chance to, Theresa said. And well just need to find him when Baelins around.

Wait, the old goats not about? Cedric asked.

He'll be tied up with his cabal for months, Alex said.

Well, damn, this jus keeps gettin better an better, dont it? the Chosen shook his head. Well, I gotta say, I wouldnt mind rippin a piece outta anyone who set all this up. Theres lots theyve gotta pay for. Even if its Uldar.

I agree, Drestras voice crackled. This has to stop, and I dont care if our deitys in front of us or behind us.

The Sage and Chosen nodded at each other, looking at the third member of the Heroes.

But the Champion didnt say a word. The towering warrior had paused, deep in thought. Then he looked at Alex.

You said that the Travellers becoming a goddess? he asked him.

Ya. The reasons are hypothetical and complicated, but it seems thats whats happening.

Shes the one that blessed you and shes the one that fought against all this garbage three hundred years ago.

His words were less a question and more of a statement, but Alex answered anyway. Yes.

Good. The Champion stood a little taller, his gaze meeting Alexs. You think shes taking new worshippers?