‘Thanks,’ Althalus replied in a flat, almost unfriendly way.
‘It’s part of my job, Althalus,’ Eliar replied, tucking the Knife back under his belt. ‘I’m sort of your second in command, so if I see a way to do things better, I’m supposed to suggest it to you. You don’t have to listen if you don’t want to, of course, but I’d be letting you down if I didn’t say it, wouldn’t I?’
‘Don’t say anything, Althalus,’ Emmy silently commanded.
Althalus sighed. ‘No, dear,’ he replied in a resigned tone.
CHAPTER TWELVE (#ulink_3962d431-ad5c-515a-a299-be5fece6337e)
The auburn-haired young priest had sunk limply down onto a mossy stone, and he sat staring at the ground in a kind of distracted wonder.
‘Are you all right?’ Eliar asked their new companion.
‘I have seen the word of God,’ the priest replied in a trembling voice. ‘Deiwos has spoken to me.’
‘Yes,’ Eliar replied. ‘We heard him, too.’ Then he amended that. ‘Well, actually we heard the Knife, but since it’s God’s Knife in the first place, it sort of amounts to the same thing, I guess.’
‘Why did the Knife make that sound?’ The priest’s voice was still shaking and filled with awe.
‘I think that’s God’s way of letting us know that you’re the one we’ve been looking for. My name’s Eliar.’
‘I’m known as Bheid,’ the priest replied, looking into the young Arum’s face with a puzzled expression.
‘I’m pleased to make your acquaintance, Bheid,’ Eliar said, grasping the priest’s hand.
‘Aren’t you a bit young to be a holy man?’ Bheid asked. ‘Most holy men I’ve known are much older.’
Eliar laughed. ‘Nobody’s ever called me a holy man before, and I’m not, really. I’m just a soldier who happens to be working for God right now. I don’t really understand what’s going on, but that’s all right. A soldier doesn’t have to understand. He just has to do as he’s told.’
Bheid started to rise, but Eliar put one hand on his shoulder. ‘It might be better if you sat still for a while,’ he suggested. ‘If you’re feeling at all the way I did when I first read the Knife, you’re probably a little wobbly right now. God’s got a very loud voice. I’m sure you noticed that.’
‘Oh, yes,’ Bheid replied fervently. ‘What are we supposed to do now?’
‘You’ll have to ask Althalus here. He’s the only one who can talk to Emmy, and Emmy’s the one who makes the decisions.’
‘Who’s Emmy?’
‘As I understand it, she’s the sister of God, but right now she sort of looks like a cat, and she spends all her time sleeping in that hood Althalus has on the back of his cloak. It’s sort of complicated. Emmy’s older than the sun, and she’s very sweet, but if you make a mistake and cross her, she’ll swat the end of your nose right off.’
Bheid looked at Althalus. ‘Is this boy all right?’ he asked.
‘Eliar?’ Althalus replied. ‘I think so. Of course he hasn’t had anything to eat for an hour or two, so he might be a little light-headed.’
‘I don’t understand any of this at all,’ Bheid confessed.
‘Good. That’s the first step toward wisdom.’
‘This might all make more sense if I knew your sign, Althalus – and Eliar’s as well. If I can cast your horoscopes, I’ll probably know just who you are.’
‘Do you actually believe that, Bheid?’ Althalus asked.
‘Astrology’s the core of all religion,’ Bheid told him. ‘Deiwos has written our destinies in the stars. The duty of the priesthood is to study the stars so that we can give man the word of God. What’s your sign? When were you born?’
‘A very long time ago, Bheid,’ Althalus said with a faint smile. ‘I don’t think you’d have much luck trying to cast my horoscope, because the stars have changed a lot since then. They had different names, and the people who looked at the skies didn’t see them in the same combinations that you do. Half of the Wolf was the bottom of something the old sky-watchers called the Turtle, and what astrologers call the Boar now was the top half.’
‘That’s blasphemy!’ Bheid exclaimed.
‘I wouldn’t worry about it too much, Bheid. Those astrologers all died, so they won’t be able to accuse you.’
‘That’s not what I meant.’
‘I know, but they’d see it that way, wouldn’t they?’ Althalus put his hand on Bheid’s arm. ‘There aren’t really any pictures in the sky, you know. As I said before, the stars aren’t connected with each other to make pictures for us to look at, but you’ve already guessed that, haven’t you? That’s why you’re having your crisis of faith. You want to believe that there’s a Wolf and a Boar and a Dragon up there, but when you look, you just can’t really see them, can you?’
‘I try,’ Bheid almost wept. ‘I try so very hard, but they just aren’t there.’
‘Things have just been rearranged, Bheid. You won’t have to look at the sky any more, because Eliar’s got the Knife of Deiwos. The Knife will tell us where to go next.’
‘Are we going to leave Awes?’
‘I’m sure we are. We have a long way to go, I think.’
‘You’re wasting time, Althalus,’ Emmy’s voice crackled inside his head. ‘You and Bheid can speculate about the stars on the way back to Osthos.’
‘Osthos!’ Althalus protested out loud. ‘Emmy, we just came from there!’
‘Yes, I know. Now we have to go back.’
‘Were you talking with Emmy just now?’ Eliar demanded. ‘Did she say that we have to go to Osthos again? I can’t go back there, Althalus! Andine would have me killed if I went back!’
‘Is there something wrong?’ Bheid asked, sounding very confused.
‘We just got our marching orders,’ Althalus told him. ‘Eliar’s a little bit unhappy about them.’
‘Did something happen just now that I missed?’
‘Emmy just told me that we have to go to Osthos.’
‘I’m not sure I understand all this talk about somebody named Emmy.’
‘Emmy’s the messenger of Deiwos – sort of. It’s a bit more complex than that, but let’s keep it simple for right now. Deiwos tells Emmy what he wants done. Then she tells me, and I pass it on.’
‘We’re taking orders from a cat?’ Bheid asked incredulously.
‘No, we’re taking orders from God. We can talk about that on our way to Osthos, though. Emmy wants us to start getting ready to leave.’ Althalus glanced about. ‘Let’s pile some more rocks on top of that dead man so that he’s not quite so visible. Then we’ll go pick up your belongings, and I’ll buy you a horse. We’ll leave first thing in the morning.’
They concealed the body more thoroughly and started off through the ruins toward the northern end of Awes. ‘Who’s this Andine person you were talking about?’ Bheid asked Eliar.
‘She’s the ruler of Osthos,’ Eliar replied. ‘She wants to kill me.’
