posted on Apr, 19 2017 @ 06:50 PM
62 - Moon-addled Mad
“Seeress, may I ask you something?”
They were walking back to the Temple, in no particular hurry. It was Uensierzek, the sixth day of the week. Traditionally, it was a day of
quiet contemplation – it had been on the sixth day of the week, supposedly, that humanity had once been whittled down by the world’s wildlife to
just eight people. The seventh day – formally Uensiergen, but most called it by its familiar name, Hallows – was the day that Aomm had
revealed the Gift to those eight people and saved humankind from extinction, and was viewed as a day of joy and even celebration.
They were passing near the Central Market, and it was subdued. There was talking and conversation – business still took place – but hawking wares
was prohibited on Uensierzek, even in the Central Market, so no one needed to shout.
“Of course, Lord Captain,” she murmured.
“How did you get all those cuts and scratches? You didn’t have them yesterday. Did one of the soldiers you work with hurt you?”
She looked away from him. “I’m afraid that is my business, Lord Braeghe,” she said with a note of finality that shut down the conversation.
They reached the Temple and Gaalen escorted her to her quarters, where Sir Teftan was waiting. Teftan was a good soldier, they had arrived at least
fifteen minutes before Gaalen had told the burly Lanceguard to be there.
“Until tomorrow, Seeress,” Gaalen said, turning to go. He did not see the Seeress’ expressionless gaze follow him through the crowded hallway
for several moments.
As he passed a trio of Bearers in the busy hallway, something caught his ear.
“…that Seeress Meron?”
“Yes, she teaches the fundamentals of healing. Dear Aomm, she’s horrible!”
“What do you mean, doesn’t she know anything?”
“Oh no, she knows it alright! And lets you know exactly how much you don’t know. She treats us like healing should be easy or something.
And that’s not all,” the Bearer continued, lowering her voice. “She is crazy, I swear it. She stares at you like she’s never seen you
before sometimes. I’ve been attending that class for weeks and she still will look at me like it’s my first day. If there’s a loud noise, she
nearly jumps through the roof. One time, she actually started crying in class for no reason, and another, she started talking in some nonsense
language and acted like we were idiots for not responding to her.”
Gaalen had stopped and busied himself relacing his boots. A different Bearer spoke up.
“She seems very smart, though.”
“She’s intelligent, there’s no denying that, but just because you’re intelligent doesn’t mean you’re not completely moon-addled mad.
I’m not joking, sometimes she’s downright strange.”
Another spoke up, her voice almost a whisper and infused with awe. “I heard she can hear the voice of Aomm.”
“Oh I’m sure she hears voices, alright!” The three Bearers burst into giggles. Gaalen stood up and approached them.
The one who had done most of the talking, a haughty, almond-eyed girl of maybe fourteen, looked at him with contempt. To her left a pretty
dark-skinned girl stood primly – Gaalen guessed she was the one who asked about the voice of Aomm. The third, with light red-gold hair, light eyes
and freckles, seemed almost as haughty as the leader.
“This is a private conversation,” the almond-eyed girl said arrogantly. The girl to her right giggled, but the dark-skinned girl looked
ashamed. “Men!” the leader said in disgust to her companions.
Gaalen ignored her. “In the Bastion,” he grated, “the three of you would be mucking out the stables for weeks if you were caught speaking of a
Lady Captain that way. Perhaps the Temple has different standards for respect of your superiors, but mark my words, you know nothing about Seeress
Meron. So I suggest you three children mind your ignorant tongues, or should we all perhaps bring your observations before Elder
Their eyes grew wide at the mention of the stern Elder Seeress. “No, my Lord,” the three girls squeaked almost in unison, quickly curtsying.
“Then get on with you,” he growled. The two on his left dashed off, but the dark-skinned girl hesitated a moment.
“What is it?”
“They say she can really, truly heal people. Like no one else. That she can nearly bring people back from the dead.” The girl’s eyes were
wide, and her voice was low.
“No one can bring back the dead, believe me. What’s your name, Bearer?”
“Daemi, my Lord.”
“You seem a bit more reasonable than your friends, Daemi. Take some advice: give Seeress Meron some respect, and learn whatever you can from her
– anything at all she is willing to teach you. And stop listening to children who make judgments of someone without having even the slightest idea
about that person’s life.”