The Three Lands Omnibus (2011 Edition) (133 page)

He stopped abruptly, having realized what Huard was doing. The priest, carefully lowering the lid of the purification lamp, said without looking his way, "Do you remember what you told me on the day that you advised me to give up sweets for the remainder of my life?"
"Quite well," Prosper said, his eye on the purification lamp, which was now sending out the God-mask in the form of mask-shaped lights glowing upon the chamber walls. "I told it to all of my pupils, at some point in their training. 'The brightest purification of all is not fire, but a willing sacrifice.'" Without awaiting the command, he knelt and silenced his mind.
Huard stepping forward with the lamp, held it briefly above his former teacher, and then brought the lamp down before Prosper's face so that the light shown into Prosper's eyes. The priest twirled the chain, causing the light to spin dizzily about. As he slowly encircled the lamp around Prosper, he said, "With the God's light, I purify this man of any remaining demons, beyond that which afflict all God-loving men. With this light I signify that this man is once more the God's beloved and may enter into the God's presence. Yet it is not I who purifies this man, but the man himself, for only the demon-filled man has the power to drive out his own demons." The formal words complete, Huard withdrew the lamp and waited.
Prosper, his mind so still that he did not notice the pain shooting through his legs as he knelt upon the ground, lifted his head to look at the priest. If Huard had expected to hear him ask questions about why his sentence of exile had been lifted early, he was disappointed, for Prosper's mind was not on the purification he had undergone. His spirit's vision was focussed on more important matters.
"The sacrifice," he said. "Did it work?"
Huard smiled as he set the lamp aside. "I wondered when you would ask. I didn't tell you before, because it would not have assisted in your discipline, but I am afraid that I am one of the rare boys who thrived under the overly harsh discipline you placed upon your priest-pupils. If you had not advised me to sacrifice my love of sweets to the God, I fear that I would never have gained the discipline necessary to become a priest."
He reached down, helping Prosper to his feet as a teacher helps his pupil. "A debt repaid," he said. "Thank you for offering me the opportunity to give back to you what you gave to me."
To Huard:
I am enclosing this short note within my longer letter concerning Prosper's exile. You may wish to read the longer letter to Prosper, so that he can know the nature of my concern for his spirit. I would ask that you keep the contents of this shorter note private, as though you had received it under the lock of confession.
I have advised the High Priest, and he agrees with me on this matter, that Prosper should not be permitted to re-enter the priesthood. His demonic acts have occurred over too long a period and are too grave to allow for that. I had planned to tell Prosper of the High Priest's decision before he left for his exile, so that he would hold no false hopes in the coming year, but it occurs to me that this may be an occasion when the "brightest purification" could be put to use. (You will know what I mean, having been taught by Prosper.) If this occurs and is effective in making Prosper no more demon-filled than the average man, then you have the High Priest's permission to end the exile early.
But of course such a sacrifice would need to be given willingly, without compulsion. That is my second reason for sending Prosper to you. I know your tact; I know that you can subtly offer Prosper the opportunity to make his sacrifice without in any way coercing him to do so.
I hope you share my belief that this deception is in no way demonic. Rather, I believe, you and I will thus be serving as tools for the God who guides us to the path that is right for us, in ways that can never be knowable.
In trust of that Mystery which can never be fully named,
Martin
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LAW OF VENGEANCE
Excerpt
 
For many years, I have wished to make a memoir of my life to pass on to future generations of Emorians who desire to learn what it means to have complete dedication to the Chara and his law. This is not to be the memoir I intended, but I find the time passing slowly here in the Chara's dungeon, and I would rather spend my days thinking of what has happened than of what is to come. For in one month's time I will taken before the Chara so that he may pass judgment on me. After that – for we Emorians move swiftly in these matters – I will be taken to the execution yard, and my head will be sliced off.
It is a gentler punishment, says the Chara, than I deserve.
He told me this last night when he came to see me. He stood at one end of the cell, leaning back against the wall with his arms folded, and wearing the cold smile I knew he had learned from me. His tunic-flap was pinned shut with his royal emblem brooch depicting the Balance of Judgment, the Heart of Mercy, and the Sword of Vengeance. He has worn the brooch nearly every day since I gave it to him when he was a boy, but I knew from his look that he had worn it this time in mockery.
Mockery is an activity in which he has had much practice since my arrest. He has commanded me to address him as Peter, since I was always reluctant to presume on our friendship and address my ruler in so familiar a fashion. By the same token, he calls me Lord Carle, though I am no longer a council lord and will soon be nothing more than a court case that may interest future generations, since I am the first man in four hundred years to be charged with this particular crime.
The Chara Peter says that I ought to be happy to die in such a manner, since I have never loved anything more than the law books. He is right that I love the law, just as I have always loved the embodiment of the law, the Chara, who keeps this land alive through his judgment of the Emorian people. But it was not until my arrest that I realized what I love as much as the Chara and his law: the man named Peter, who for the past twenty-two years has been to me the son I never had.
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CREDITS
Law Links
editor:
Kathleen Livingston.
Law Links
editorial assistant and mathematics consultant:
Jo/e Noakes.
Law Links
science consultant:
Parhelion.
Blood Vow
editors:
Katharine Bond, Kathleen Livingston, Parhelion, and Tracy Shaw.
Blood Vow
editorial assistants:
Isha, Lyn, Nigel Puerasch, Suza, and Theresa.
Blood Vow
science consultants:
Parhelion and Maureen Lycaon.
Re-creation
editor:
Parhelion.
Bard of Pain
editors:
K. M. Frontain and Maureen Lycaon.
Mystery
editor:
K. M. Frontain.
Cover design and interior design:
Dusk Peterson.
Cover art:
Detail from
A Prize for the Artists' Corps (Wine)
, by Lawrence Alma-Tadema (1836-1912). An exotically-dressed young man offers a cup of wine.
 
PUBLICATION HISTORY
Law Links:
November 1995 to November 2009 (composition).
Blood Vow:
August 1995 to March 1996 (composition; the short story on which it was based was composed in 1979), February 2008 (list edition), July 2008 (Web edition and booktrailer), and July 2009 (Kindle e-book edition).
"Re-creation": November 2008 (composition), December 2008 (list edition and Web edition), and December 2010 (e-book editions).
"Bard of Pain": June 2002 (composition and list edition), May 2006 (Web edition), October 2007 (audio book edition, e-book editions [various formats], and booktrailer), March 2008 (Kindle e-book edition), and May 2008 (braille and DAISY editions).
"Mystery": March 2001 (composition) and June 2002 (list edition and Web edition).
The Three Lands Omnibus
: 2011 edition in April 2011 (e-book editions).
 
MORE WRITINGS BY DUSK PETERSON
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