Upon the Middle Path
Twenty-Seventh Day of the Second Month 293 AC
"I've come to learn about the god praised in these halls and those who do so. The laws I bring with me demand thus, so that I know that it is truly the divine you call upon and not...
other..." you reply, honestly enough. Something about the figure before you is unnerving even beyond the way it is so thoroughly shrouded against all your senses.
"An odd thing to say," comes the reply. It might have been amused, defiant, or curious, but it was none of those things, only the same half-whispered monotone. "For how can one be bound by laws you yourself wrought?"
"Laws are created for the betterment of all, and even a king must follow them rather than merely his own desires," you reply, following the figure deeper into the temple, never allowing it out of your sight. Ser Richard will keep watch to the rest, of that you are certain. "A question for a question I would ask, then. What do you serve, priest?"
"We serve the Threefold One, the Forge of Souls. First is birth in blood and screams, last is death come much the same, and in between ascension lies for those fortunate enough to see the path," the priest replies as he sits upon a cold stone bench opposite a wall which showed an ancient fresco, far too vast for the light of the lantern in his hands to illuminate it all, but to your eyes as clear as day. There a chimeric beast with the coils of a serpent, the manes of lions and the bloody beaks of hawks coiled about a city of white stone seemingly unnoticed by the inhabitants, from princes in their finery to beggars draped in rags, not even those among them who tripped into its gaping maws.
One head perches on the window of a birth-room, the other opens beneath the feet of a man about to drink from a envenomed chalice... the third, however, opens to reveal smooth and featureless human form crowned in starlight who stands before a shepherd's 's crook, a spear and a flute.
"Ascension is finding greatness in this life, be it as a ruler, a warrior, or an artist," you guess.
"That and a thousand things bedside which could not fit upon any stone or canvas smaller than the world entire, the singer and his voice, the writer and his quill, smith and potter at their craft, even the humble baker," comes the half-whispered reply. "Though it is not greatness in the rumble of applause that the second head grants but tempering, understanding of ones' self and place in the world."
"What of sorcery?" you probe, wondering all the while if you dare a divination to reveal any secrets the priest may hold close.
"It is not a calling but a tool, a lantern to show the path for those who treat it with respect, or a marsh-light to lead one into the mire from which only death can free one for those foolish enough to trust it without reservation."
Frustrated at the deflection, whether intentional or otherwise, you speak plainly about the temple guard, thinking to limit them to a-hundred-and-twenty as you had done for the temple of R'hllor.
Alas the answer you receive is neither acceptance nor a refusal that would be cause for firmer action. Instead the priest merely declares, "Their feet are firmly upon the path and they will walk it no matter what cloak they bear or where they lay their heads down to sleep."
"So you would allow them to walk from your armory with arms and armor to do with as they will?" you asks, surprised. It does make a twisted sort of sense, any man dedicated enough to die for a cause would certainly come when called no matter that he had to seek his bread elsewhere.
"They have earned them in the service of the Threefold one even as I have earned these robes." There might be the faintest whisper of pride in those words then, but you would not stake much upon it.
What do you reply?
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OOC: Viserys' Knowledge Religion skill was put to good use this update.