Town Square
~That's as I remember it~ Tegan thought to himself as he listened to Bartimaeus study both the original parchment and the separate piece that held the translation. The Half-Elf had been curious as to whether one who was a scholar could glean any additional meaning that Milo had overlooked, but apparently not.
"Well, as to that, you are going to need to hear my tale, if you are pronouncing yourself to be an interested party -- and interested in learning if pigs can fly," Tegan said in response to the other man's inquiry about "Blood and Honor."
He held out his hand for the two pieces of parchment. "I'll just hold onto those until we reach a place where you can study the original in more detail. It's not that I don't trust you, it's more that I don't know you well enough to know whether I should trust you or not. No offence meant -- I'm just being cautious."
Clearing his throat, he said "Now, as to that link with 'Blood and Honor' that I promised you . . ."
Tegan paused for a moment to gather his thoughts, then began.
"'Twas soon after I had left the Saltshire Guards, having served out my term of enlistment. My father -- may the good gods bless him -- had been nattering at me, pestering as to what I meant to do with myself, now that my steady pay had dried up. And me -- I had not a clue at that point. After giving it some more thought and coming to no conclusions, I had taken myself to bed that eve."
"I was asleep in my bed, when suddenly -- and I am still uncertain as to whether I had a very vivid dream, or whether all that came next truly occurred in the room where I slumbered . . ."
"Any way, I was awakened by a bright light shining upon my eyelids. Upon opening my eyes and sitting up in bed, I glimpsed a blindingly brilliant, radiant white light that lit up the whole room, inducing me to shade my eyes with the flat of my hand. The source was over by the window, as I recall, and was a round sphere, about the size of a Human's head -- and 'twas situated about the height of a Human's head above the floor. 'Twas just hovering there."
"I remember thinking to myself that I should be terrified, but instead I recall feeling an o'erwhelming sense of warmth and calmness -- along with undercurrent of great, massive power. Soon enough I heard the words -- and to this day I am uncertain as to whether they were spoken aloud, or I somehow heard them in my head -- 'Your Spirit has been judged upon the Scales of Reckoning, and has been found worthy -- prepare yourself.'
"I stammered out questions, wondering aloud how I should prepare myself, and to what purpose. After a short pause, I heard 'All will become clear, in good time. Remember, evermore, 'Blood and Honor.'"
"And then, suddenly, I was sitting alone in the dark. I distinctly remember that after feeling warmth during the presence of the entity whom I have come to think of as the Light, I could feel cold chills running down my spine."
Tegan paused for a moment. "On the day after my visitation, as I have come to think of it, I found that I could suddenly do things . . . wondrous things, that had theretofore only been the stuff of imaginings. For example, when my father, Mains, burned his hand at the forge fire, I discovered that I could heal his hurts with a touch. Since then, I have discovered that I have been . . . empowered . . . in other ways."
The Half-Elf smiled. "But I shall not test your patience with such details." Turning to Yshtar, he sketched a bow and said "Bartimaeus, here, has pronounced himself interested my 'Blood and Honor' tale. My apologies if you were not, and you had to suffer through all that in disinterested silence."
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