Chapter 672: Mother Charity

Chapter 672: Mother Charity

You spoke of your soldiers being avenged. Professor Vernia Jules advanced on Sir Sean Swift. You said that we destroyed the monsters whod killed them. Well, would you care to know how that came to be? It was because of

Her finger formed quotation marks.

that fool you people keep referring tolike he was the vilest, lowest form of life ever born. It was Alex Roth who did that. He worked with me to organise a strikeforce to find Carey London. He fought beside our warriors and Thamelands, risking his own life. He was instrumental in avenging your soldiers. He was the one who uncovered so many hidden secrets about dungeon cores. If it wasnt for him, what chance do you think there'd be of ending these wars permanently?

I the knight started to speak.

Dont interrupt me, she cut him off, her expression hard enough to cut stone. Listen to me carefully, Sir Sean, the same young man you insist on calling Fool, has probably eliminated more Ravener-spawn than you and every soldier youve ever commanded combined. And thats just him alone, never mind his companions and everyone else hes led into battle. She gestured toward the rundown village around them. This placeyour fiefis safer because of him. Greymoor was cleared of monsters thanks to events he helped set in motion. Would I say hes the most important person to ever walk your realm, or the greatest wizard who ever graced our organisation; exaggerations like that would be a disservice.

She glowered at the knight. But, I can say with every confidence that his contributions to magic and to your realm will be remembered for generations. And that his name will be remembered for generations, not that derogatory title. The Fools name, Sir Sean, is Alexander Roth. And we all owe him a great deal.

The knight sputtered, his jaw tensing. Maybe we are both wrong, then.

Are you calling me a liar, Sir Sean?

No, of course not, professor, he said respectfully, though his voice was stiff. But if this Alexander Roth is truly such a great young man, then he cant be the Fool. The Fool cant cast spells, he cant do magiche cant even throw a punch, let alone kill Ravener-spawn like how you tell it. Perhaps the priests have made a mistake and weve got the wrong man. Perhaps youre mistaken about him too; you wouldnt understand, because youre not Thameish. The Fools a necessary part of the Heroes, but the role means theyre the least of the Heroes. They can help and support the others, but thats it. They can never be great on their own, we know this. Maybe weve got a case of accusing the wrong man, but I know Mother Charity will sort this

Professor Jules interrupted him with a bitter laugh that echoed through the village. Sir Sean, with all due respect, she said. You could fill the skies with all the things you dont know.

The knight snorted, turning away. No need to be rude. Youll see. The Fool cant do any of the things youre talking about. If Alexander Roth is so capable, then he can't possibly be the Fool.

Fill those skies, Sir Sean. Professor Jules rolled her eyes. Fill those skies.

With those words, they reached the centre of the village where the church and a large tavern stood. The church was tallperhaps three floors highand the only completely stonestructure in the village.

The white hand of Uldar was painted above the entrance andanother one marked the side of the building where a fenced in graveyard lay, likely the final resting place of the priests of Uldar.

While the rest of the village looked like it had seen better days, Jules noted how well maintained the church was; its roof had been newly patched and the front doors were smooth and polished. Priorities, she thought, looking at Uldars white hand with increasing resentment.

Sean opened the doors, revealing rows of pews and a spotless entrance leading to the altar. Fresh candles burned in tall golden candlesticks at the front of the church and a soldier was atop a ladder, busily polishing a stained glass window bearing the image of Uldar smiling down in benediction.

The morning light filtered through the window, shining on a group of people standing around the pulpit.

Warriors wearing tabards bearing the symbol of their god, looked up, eyeing the Watchers and Professor Jules as they entered the church. They were surrounding priests and a tall, straight-backed priestess, whose white robes were trimmed in gold.

The priestess looked up, eyes falling on Professor Jules with a gentle gaze, as Jules watched her warily, knowing that within the church of Uldar, innocent looking lambs could just as easily be wolves.

Vernia was ready.

Greetings, the womans voice was calm and soothing. Welcome to the church of Uldar at Luthering. I hope that Uldar eased your journey here.

We had ways of easing it ourselves, Professor Jules said, walking up to the priestess and her guards. I take it you are Mother Charity? I am Professor Vernia Jules.

I surmised as much. Mother Charity lowered her head in greeting, then looked up at the Watchers. Will your armed escort be necessary?

Professor Jules looked at the churchs warriors, armed with blades and clad in armour and tabards. Will yours? I think itd be better if all of our witnesses stay right where they are.

Mother Charity raised an eyebrow. You seem tense, Vernia. May I call you that?

You may call me Professor Jules.

The priestess expression did not change one bit, though several of her warriors bristled.

A young priesta man at most half a decade older than Alexturned beet red, stepping forward. Mother Charity is treating you with Uldars kindness and respect. Could we ask the same courtesy of you?

Is this why theyd set up this meeting?

This matter involves the kingdoms future, Mother Charity insisted. The king and High Priest will not take this well. You could see the rights to Greymoor revoked.

Then that is a matter beyond both of us, Professor Jules said. You can run back to your king and High Priest, and tell them that they can meet with CouncillorKartika.

For a long silent moment, Mother Charity watched Professor Jules intently.

I ask that we do not escalate this. There is no reason for our king to be burdened with meeting the leaders of your city and university.

A flash of annoyance erupted in Jules as she cursed Baelin for not being there.

We can resolve this now, the priestess continued. We will not back down. This must happenthe Fool must come back to Thamelandand I ask that you return him to us.

The final answer is no, Professor Jules growled. And neither you nor I have the authority to resolve this ourselves, so well be leaving now. And I warn youif you show us even the slightest threatwe will see that as an act of aggression by your kingdom. Alex is not coming to you; Im well aware of your history and how many Fools end up dead. Your god doesnt need defenceless children to fight his battles.

Mother Charitys expression did not change as Professor Jules turned to walk away. That is sad to hear, the priestess sighed. I will return to Ussex with your disappointing answer.

You do that! Professor Jules called back.

Her eyes fell on Sir Sean who looked back with a mix of regret, confusion and irritation.

She shook her head, walking from the church and out to the square.

The Watchers fanned out around her then tensed, looking out over a sea of soldiers.

Every warrior under Sir Seans commandand more from the churchstood at attention, watching the wizards with menace like barely contained guard dogs. Their faces looked tired. Angry. Desperate.

Were leaving, professor, Watcher Hill whispered, casting flight magic on the professor as she and another Watcher took the alchemists arms and soared high above Luthering, the village shrank below them.

Watcher Hill, look, a warrior-mage nodded toward the forest around the village. Theres steel glinting in those trees.

Hill cast a sensory enhancement spell on herself, then swore. So that was their game.

What? Professor Jules said.

The entire thing was a trap, but not for us, she said. It looks like they expected Alex to be with us or following somewhere nearby, maybe trying to listen in on our conversation in the church. They were probably going to grab him in the trees or the village. Thats why they brought so many soldiers.

Bastards, Professor Jules cursed, mentally calling her skeletal steed to her.

And now it makes sense for them to have brought that hot-headed priest with them, Hill surmised. They were looking to start a fight and goad us into striking first, thenif Alex was hiding somewhere; theyd arrest him when he appeared.

Well, it didnt work out like that for them, now did it? Professor Jules smile held no joy. Im glad Alex wasnt here. Hopefully, the amount of time it takes for that Mother Charity to return to the capital, inform her king, and for him to respond, gives us time to prepare for those arrogant bastards. I need to speak to Alex and Councillor Kartika.

I took the liberty of contacting them, Hill said.

Professor Jules looked at her with gratitude.

Edward looked at Mother Charity in agitation.The trap failed. Our entire plan failed. We neither caught him, nor gained anything. This was all for nothing!

They stood in the doorway of the church, watching the wizards shrink in the distance.

I wouldnt say we gained nothing, Mother Charity said. Did you notice Jules annoyance when I mentioned the chancellor of their university?

NoI am not as adept at seeing through people as you are, the younger priest said.

The priestess smiled. It is alright. These things come with experience. What is more important is that it seems something has happened to make the ancient wizard unavailableor perhaps there has been a schism among their ranks. A very interesting development. A very interesting one indeed.