seymoure

Redemption

“Grath can take care of himself,” Antac said, but he did not sound convinced.

“If he isn’t unconscious or in chains,” Bizjon told his blind compatriot, “And even in chains I would put my Shekels on his chances over those of his jailers. But he may not have any idea of what they have planned. The oaf might be taken unawares, and that is my worry.”

Meri-am, the last to enter the Temple through their small portal gestured her hands over her head and a faint blue light came to be and created a circle in the air. Then the corona spread getting larger and larger, and fainter and fainter until it passed through the walls and was gone.

“What is she . . .?” Bizjon questioned Antac in hushed tones.

“Shh!” was the answer.

Suddenly a transparent red arrow of light came back to them, turned and pointed to their right.

“She sent out a finder’s spell, didn’t she?” Antac enjoined his small comrade.

“Shh!” came the response.

The three of them followed the signal that had changed from an arrow into a red hand with its finger extended to point the way.

They went down a hallway that had walls that resembled Mother of Pearl. Bizjon surmised, due to the lucre that was evident all about them, that it was not mother of pearl, but the real thing, sliced and used as tiny, obscene tiles. It must have taken years to create and apply them to these walls on what was not, by the condition of the rugs beneath their feet, a well trafficked hallway. How rich were these damnable Priests while their people starved to death?

They turned and found themselves in a larger hallway. The walls were covered by the finest tapestries. That would have kept this part f the place warmer, so there were more who saw this area.

They were getting closer. They had to make their way silently since their chance of being discovered was greater here.

Bizjon turned to put his finger to his lips and put forward that idea to Meri-am and saw her shaking her head. When he turned his face was about the length of his finger nail from the tip of a spear. Behind that spearhead was a group of 6 large, fierce looking Guardsmen.