Of Fractured Faith
Thirteenth Day of the Eighth Month 293 AC
"If I might draw the conversation back from the general and onto the particular, my lord," you begin with perhaps a trace of hesitation. "I realize you would not have missed anything urgent, but..."
"You would like to know everything Varys did from the time you broke his puppet until his capture, right down to if he used a chamber pot and what was in it," Bloodraven finishes with a familiar edge of dry humor. "Good instincts. To answer your question, the first thing he did was get back to court and take on the Grand Maester's face to allay any suspicions about his kidnapping before taking to his bed, querulously informing the servants that he was 'not to be disturbed'. Then he used magic to sniff out how you had killed the simulacrum..."
"How?" you ask, surprised and a touch worried that the Spider may have had some means to circumvent the wards upon your crown, and the rings and talismans forged in like manner.
"It might be impossible to
see you, but the stones still remember the shape of your spells. They saw and heard the battle, if battle you would care to call it..."
"So he must have had a fair guess we were responsible, then," Dany interjected. "What was he doing in Braavos?"
"Mostly laying a trap," Bloodraven picks up his tale. "He reasoned that if you could track him somehow you would come for him soon, and that a public square in a city you wished to keep as an ally would be the best place to limit your use of the more destructive battle spells. If you had left him to his business he would have tried to assassinate the Sealord..."
"Framing me again?" you sigh. As a distraction and a desperation move it did not seem wholly ill-conceived, but still one you would have expected.
"No, the other crimson wyrm in your service, the one you sent east. He would have killed the Sealord and most of the court 'proclaiming his rightful lordship over the city in the name of King Viserys' before being driven off by the mages of Braavos and the Sealord's guard..."
"And the fact that the supposed culprit would have been halfway across the world would not have entered into it?" you shake your head at the audacity of the plan.
"You have quite credibly shown that to be of little importance in your movements. Who is to say that all 'sorcerers skilled enough to take on the form of a dragon' do not share that power?"
"Are they still saying that?" Vee laughs. "What the hells is so hard to believe about a dragon that's just as smart as a man without having ever been one?"
"The implication that humanity may not be the pinnacle of all that lives. It is a difficult thing to wrap one's mind around for those born outside the wild places of the world where that fact is manifest in every shadow and beast's call."
Vee nods in understanding and somewhat startled appreciation for Bloodraven taking the time to answer so deeply.
"Did Varys have any agents in Braavos that we should worry about?" you continue.
"Informants only, eyes not hands, at least since you have dismantled the cabal of malcontents he helped foster," comes the not altogether surprising reply. They had seemed unusually bold to be the fruits of simple internecine Braavosi politics. You had put down the incongruity to the strain of a changing world, but an outside instigator certainly accounted for it just as well.
"So Varys did not warn anyone about his own impending death or capture?" Dany checks carefully.
"Who would he trust enough to warn of such a thing? Who would he dare show such weakness before?" The Last Greenseer shakes his head. "Rest assured, Highness, that for all his cunning and delusions of a higher purpose Varys did not plan for the such a fate as has befallen him, beyond killing himself and hoping he was still valuable enough to one or another of his masters to restore to flesh."
"I might almost pity him were it not for all the harm he has done," she snorts. "What can you tell us of the Champions of the Smith and the Crone?"
"The first is a boy and uncertain of his path where he does not hold a hammer in hand before the forge," the Last Greenseer replies. "He forges 'holy arms' for the renegade lords, many of them supposedly with the virtue to slay a dragon, and from what I have glimpsed of them they will indeed cut deeper than common steel, but nowhere near enough to prove a threat to you and yours, Your Grace, even if the knights were to be suddenly be given wings. The Crone's champion is an old Woods Witch granted a vision as she lay dying, given the choice to serve rather than perish. Be wary, for she welds magic and miracles both and is all the more crafty for it..."
"So the Seven are using Tiamat's tactics to recruit," you say coldly, struggling to keep the worst of the anger from your words.
Dany takes your hand and guessing your thoughts she reminds you that you did not have a sept built in Sorcerer's Deep for the sake of the Seven but for the people who dwell there, for their solace. "What of the Father's Chosen, him who it is said gathers mages for a 'righteous cause'?"
"He is dealing with a Deep One infestation in Crakehall and in that I wish him success not only for the ruin of the foe he faces, but because victory will embolden him." The roots creak slightly as Bloodraven shifts in his nest of roots. "It would be most convenient for him to come to blows with the Golden Shields and the matter to spill over into Casterly Rock's uneasy alliance with the High Septon and the Most Devout. At the very least that would further fray the bonds of trust between the Chosen and the hierarchy, at best it will see the Lannisters work to create their own splinter of the Faith whose allegiance they can trust unreservedly."
"That is what you are working in with regards to the Faith, isn't it?" you realize. "Not just
a reformed theology and priesthood which can accept magic, but many."
"If the septons are arguing theology they are not urging the peasants to sharpen their spears and axes to rise in revolt," Bloodraven agrees. "A rite for each of the Seven Kingdoms seems like the most stable division."
He pauses for a moment to set his thoughts in order. "For instance, there is a charismatic preacher telling all who will listen that Weirwoods are the trees of the Stranger, and that the gods are not seven but numberless, of which only seven have been written of for they are most alike to humankind. You have already seen my work in the Riverlands of course. In the Stormlands septons are passing messages, as of yet beneath the notice of the Most Devout, as to the importance of personal interpretation of holy texts and the responsibility of each septon for those in their care. Some even reject the word 'flock' when referring to their faithful, saying it makes a mockery of the wisdom and judgment all men were given."
What do you ask next?
[] Write in
OOC: And here you have it, Bloodraven's plan for the Faith, not one reform movement for the Chosen and thus the Seven to struggle against, but several, all championed by earnest and well-meaning priests.