Of Secret Tomes
Eight Day of Olweje-hamba (Olweje Descending) 1348 A. L. (After Landfall)
Though your first impulse is to agree, for understanding unlike gold can pass from one hand to another with none coming out the poorer, you hesitate. Inge had agreed to teach Zaia what she knows of the brewing of waters and the reducing of brine, perhaps more, but she had not agreed to spread that same lore far and wide and from the very words of the man beside you other priests of that same order had refused to aid him. Thus you agree to speak to the girl and make his case. Thus you tether an invitation to the Marcella if he would wish to come himself book in hand and have her look over it.
You can see the hesitation in Eriran's eyes. For the first time you see their color clearly, a sort of odd blue green that shifts as the light slipping between the shutters spills out across his narrow face. Desire wars with caution as he opens his mouth, closes it, then nods without a word to follow you out into the narrow path outside.
He stops and looks back, muttering something in the local tongue, too soft for you to even try guessing what.
If only you could see what he is doing... you start inwardly, surprised at yourself for even having the thought, the desire, but you cannot deny it. Since coming to this world you have felt as a man submerged in murky water, left to trust fist the scholarly skill of Zaia and the practical navigation of Antonio, then the lore of Inge and even Esha, new come onto the ship. Perhaps you have more in common with the strange seer than you had first thought.
Eriran does not seem to know what to do with the smile you give him and so he does nothing, but you note that he holds patchwork pouch in his right hand all the tighter as he looks around the alleyways of Fartown, echoing with the sound of shuffling steps, loud hawkers and the rumble of the river beyond.
Thankfully no thugs or other low folk are minded to trouble a trio of armed men no matter their company and when you come to the gate the guard looks only for his fee of entrance to the city, a few meager pieces of polished obsidian which pass for coppers in a land where copper might be forged into a sword and thus more precious by far. A pair of beggar children, their ages hidden by the grime upon their faces look on with painful yearning, a way into the heaven is obviously dearly bought for such as them.
"Don't..." the wizard interjects and from his tongue it is clear that he is speaking to you. "They are more likely to lose a hand past the wall than fill the beggar's bowl."
"You think they are thieves?" you ask, grimacing. You do your best not to assume sin simply from the sight of poverty which might be the lot of any struck by misfortune.
Eriran shakes his head. "That is the punishment for begging outside the steps of the temple or shrine of Ureni and those are taken almost every hour of the day and night by ones who dwell closer at hand."
"That did not seem to be so on the other side of the walls, I see no temple," you motion at the streets behind you. In truth that you had seen no house of worship does not surprise you. Unlike the world from when you had come a shrine is not marked as clearly in this one . It can be as simple as a slap of stone in the midst of a town square, or even a grove of trees grown specifically to purpose, secret save for those who know the way of the god or spirit which is there worshiped.
"The Five Tablets, the law of the city does not hold beyond its walls," the mage replies and you nod absently.
When you reach the ship it is to the sight of a great cauldron of brass, green with the touch of the sea being listed onto its deck with a simple crane powered by the arms of many men. Inge's new cauldron briefly hangs above the deck like a man-forged moon green and glimmering in the afternoon sun then it is slowly lowered to the creaking planks below. The girl waves at you, with a curious look at your companion, then a greeting, less guarded than he might once have given, but still with an childlike wariness to her.
Antonio had not returned yet. but his second had been empowered to invite any guests you might show with aboard and so with some hesitation at the sight of the ragged mage he does, even going to far as to offer a place at the table, though that might have been from some impression that a hot meal would be of great wroth to Eriran. You wonder what he would think he he knew that you had offered him more than a year's pay for one of the Marcella's deckhands?
The meal is catfish and leaks... you hardly taste it, willing it to be done that you might know if Inge will take the deal, if the seer can divine what lurks in the very walls of the ship.
Inge steps into her cabin with her guest soon to follow and you not half a step behind just in case. Only there with the door carefully shut the mage hands a strange tome bound in pale leather to Inge. The girl takes one look at it and pales as though she had seen a ghost... and perhaps she has. "This was written by one who had scant care for the will of the Dark Mother...." gingerly she opens the cover and with visible effort, lips moving along withe her eyes reads the first few lines. "Are you certain you wish to know what lies within this?" he asks the seer gravely. "What is known cannot be unknown again..."
"Well it can if someone rips it with claws sublime from your mind," Esha is standing in the door... the door you had been certain had been closed. "The girl means that it is heresy, the sort that would have them hang a stone around her throat and drown her if they priests knew she had helped pass it on."
"What do you know of it?" the seer asks, one thin hand reaching for the tome.
"I know enough to recognize a tome written with a purpose so that it might not be found by farsight... of which few indeed across all the corners of the world would be able to use," the sorceress counters. "My father would have killed for something of that sort... well he would have killed for
less, but for that he would have killed long past the point of tedium."
"I'm... fine. I do not think the Lady would mind it I translated this," Inge speaks up. Then in a softer voice she adds. "The Keepers of the Deep might."
"And if you get caught and put to the rack then your screams will lead them right to... us." Esha speaks as one who is not unaccustomed to thinking of racks and those who make use of them.
What do you do?
[] Allow Inge to translate the book
[] Counsel against translating the book and try to strike another bargain
-[] Write in
[] Write in
OOC: Sorry this took so long I got distracted by a Divided Loyalties vote.