The early morning sun filtered into the room through its only window. Gilded by the sun's drenching rays, the room's meager furnishings reflected the light bathing the room in an eerie glow. A small battered desk cluttered with scrolls, inkwells in various states of fullness, quills, and a small figurine stood in the corner. An equally distraught chair stood beside it, threatening to collapse under the stack of books atop it. A three legged stool, sat under the desk awaiting use. The floor had a single tattered rug covering it, its designs long faded from years of use and little cleaning. A small trunk at the foot of the bed, peeked out from beneath a plain wool dress with matching stockings. The large form on the bed stirred and groaned as the light touched its head. The bed let out a matching groan as its occupant moved.
The door to the room gave a complaining squeal as it was slowly pushed open. "If the temple is still standing, you had better hope you have your affairs in order," came a muffled voice from beneath he covers.
"I am sorry Shendar Airtreille, but Shendar Frosmein sent me," Sonya said calmly as she poked her head around the door, "He requests you come to his chambers. He said it is an urgent matter."
"I'd recognize that voice anywhere," the voice stated gruffly as the bed covers flung aside. The woman that sat up could only be described as wide. She had a round face matching the rest of her. "Shendar Frosmein will wait until I am ready to join him. I don't care if the archives are afire. Wait for me in the hall, Sonya, I'll be out shortly."
"Yes, Shendar Airtreille," Sonya bobbed a quick curtsy, "Please hurry though, Shendar Frosmein did say he wished you to break fast with him. He also said I should mention the accord or some such, though the why I do not know."
At the mention of the accord, Shendar Ainoin Airtreille sat bolt upright, "Wait in the hall child, I shall be right out." With a grunt she was on her feet and reaching for her dress. As Sonya backed out of the room, Ainoin crossed to the corner of the room where a small washstand held a basin and pitcher of water. After washing her face, Ainoin dressed and opened the door to find Sonya waiting patiently.
"Sonya, I should have simply dismissed you, I do know where Shendar Frosmein's rooms lay," Ainoin stated calmly, "since you are here, you may as well fetch me water for my washstand and take my dirty linens to the washer for me."
"Apologies Shendar Airtreille, but Shendar Frosmein specifically directed me to return with you," Sonya met Shendar Airtreille's gaze with a touch of defiance. Ainoin allowed a small frown to cross her face as she tapped her toe. Sonya meekly lowered her head, "I will see to it when Shendar Frosmein releases me."
"We shall see. This may take some time," Ainoin gestured for Sonya to lead the way, "should we meet a servant, we will direct them to it, else you may do it. I do believe you are to be the subject of the conversation with Stendoran, I mean Shendar Frosmein."
Startled, Sonya stopped nearly causing Ainoin to run her over, "I am to be the subject?! But...why?" Sonya demanded, recovering herself she stepped out quickly, "if I may ask, that is?"
"Be at ease, my dear. It is no error on your part of which we will talk. You've done nothing wrong have you?" Ainoin replied with a chuckle.
"Not today, Shendar Airtreille," Sonya replied meekly.
"Not today, is it?" Ainoin stated suspiciously, "Sonya, you are not this meek unless there is more to it and today is not yet 3 hours old. What happened between the evening meal when I saw you last and this morning? Out with it."
"I was in a fight," Sonya mumbled.
"With whom and would they call it a fight?"
"It was with Temeille Tesmoln. She called me a name and I knocked her down," Sonya stated flatly. Lifting her head she continued, "I stand ready to be punished as appropriate for my crime."
Ainoin shook her head and laughed softly, "crime, my dear? While it is not the wisest decision to resort to violence, I doubt that a mere name would lead you to knock down a fellow student, besides, I have no doubt you have already apologized to Temeille ten times over," Ainoin patted Sonya's shoulder, "if you wish we will inquire into this altercation when we are done with Shendar Frosmein. Remember your Corteneall, 'The wise do neither seek nor avoid punishment, just or unjust.' It makes me wonder," Ainoin paused and turned Sonya to face her, "Sonya, it appears as though you try to err and seek punishment. Why?"
Sonya bowed her head, refusing to meet Ainoin's gaze, "I feel as though I am treated specially. As though, because I have lived here my entire life, I am dealt with less...as though I am perfect. I'm not and I don't deserve to be treated any better," Sonya raised her head, tears began to run from her eyes as she glared with righteous anger, "I am not special. I am no better than any other student. Temeille deserves the respect she gets. She works hard and is talented. She deserves all she gets. So why do I get what she deserves? I just want to be one of them. Why can't I be? What makes me different?"
Ainoin hugged Sonya and stroked her hair, "we do not mean to treat you differently. You are as a daughter us all. That is our failing. You are right, you should be treated no different and you aren't. You are special, but that discussion is for another time, right now, we need to get to Shendar Frosmein's quarters. Dry your eyes and let us carry on."
Sonya wiped the tears from her cheeks with her sleeve, "Yes, Shendar Airtreille."
As they passed through the halls they met several students and servants about their morning chores. Ainoin grabbed a young student and directed her to her apartments to take care of the basin and clothes. They soon entered the halls for the Shendar who had chosen to marry and came to Shendar Frosmein's door. Her knock drew a deep, "enter," from within. Sonya opened the door and held it for Ainoin as they entered.
"Shendar Airtreille, answering the summons of Shendar Frosmein as delivered by student Arranna Sonya Clenfell," Sonya announced formally.
"I can see who it is, Sonya, you need not shout it to the world," Shendar Frosmein stated calmly from his chair before the fire.
The room was warm despite the winters chill. The fire in the hearth ensured that. Two cushioned chairs sat before the fire place with a small stand between them. On it lay a copy of "Kirshon's Philosophies" beside tray holding a steaming teapot and two cups. Behind the chair, a rug of intricate design and high quality weaving covered the floor. A simple cushioned bench stood against the wall beside the bookcases containing a books stacked in all directions. Opposite the door through which they had entered an archway led into a hallway and the kitchen from which the aroma of baking bread wafted.
Shendar Frosmein stood and crossed the room to Ainoin, "Thank you, Arranna, You may go to the kitchen, I am sure my wife will have something for you to eat," he directed sternly, "Shendar Airtreille and I have important matters to discuss which I believe you would find are of little interest and do not concern you."
"Thank you, Shendar Frosmein, but I have chores and my studies, if it please you," Sonya replied respectfully.
"That was no request, Arranna. Shendar Airtreille and I have need to speak with you when we are done. Now go and eat. Despite any rumor you may have heard, my wife is a wonderful cook. We will call you when we are ready." Stendoran's tone left no room for argument.
"Yes, Shendar Frosmein, as you wish." Sonya bowed and left the room toward the kitchen, the aromas reaching her and causing her stomach to growl audibly in anticipation of the meal to come.
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Monday, December 5, 2011
Chapter One: Section 5: A decision of experience.
Shendar Frosmien turned back to face the council of seven. The council sat in a simple half circle in front of the too large fireplace. Though fall had only just begun, there was already a nip in the air and a low fire burned, warding off the evenings chill. Glasses full of wine sat largely ignored and untouched. Intensity played across every face revealing the strongest of feelings.
"I will not stand for this outrage," Shendar Frosmien bellowed suddenly causing the council to jump, "There is no stronger student than Sonya. How dare you deny her the right to test."
"At you ease Stendoran, we do not mean to give insult," said the regal man in the center, "we understand that she has the knowledge, strength, and abilities to be Shendar, we are just not sure whether she has the understanding necessary. You, yourself, have detailed many of the questions she has asked. Many of these questions are easily understood by most, if not all, of our first year students. Yet, she continues to ask them," In a more gentle voice he continued, "we have begun to wonder whether raising her here has sheltered her to much from the real world. How can one truly understand evil if one has never met it? While one may have studied how an orc treats captives, one can not fully comprehend just how heinous it is until he has seen what is left after the fact. We do not find that Sonya has that experience. She is the first student we have ever had that has never left the confines of our temple, and, yet you propose that we give her the mantle of Shendar and send her into a world she does not comprehend and has never seen? Surely you see the folly of this?"
"Shendar Astrun, I understand your concern, but how do you propose we give her this comprehension without sending her out to learn it first hand?" Holding up his hand to forestall any answer, Shendar Frosmien continued, "I do not need to remind you that no student leaves the temple unless they are put out and banished or they have become Shendar. That is the law. That is what we must follow. To do otherwise would put the lie to all that we have taught. With out law there is chaos. Even the king must follow his own law or it is no law, but a means of oppression. That being said, I see no other way but to see that she be allowed to attempt the trials, be named Shendar, as there is no doubt that she can pass them, and then to set her on a course to receive this experience.
"Surely you can see this as well as I," He continued passion filling his words, "How do you think she will react if we tell her we have no more we can teach her, but we can not let her take the trials? We must give her the chance."
Silence settled on the room as thoughtful frowns appeared on the faces of the council. Shendar Astrun rose and walked behind his chair with the rest of the council following him. Stendoran stood silently with his hand clasped before him. Was he being foolhardy in his passionate arguing for Sonya? He had never had any student grasp the complexities that lie within his philosophical teaching with such ease. All her instructors said the same. In every thing Sonya did she excelled. Yet, Shendar Astrun was right, Sonya was naive and too trusting. She had no understanding of the world outside the temple walls. She had knowledge, but she had no understanding. She could repeat the history of many of the lands, yet she could not understand why some children played in the street in rags on one block while on the next there could be a wealthy merchant. She could understand greed to a certain degree, but couldn't grasp how someone could have the means to prevent suffering and not do so.
Stendoran also grasped the important fact that, should the council prevent Sonya from testing, Sonya would consider the council corrupt. And by all her teaching she would be correct. There was no ambiguity in the law. Sonya may be humble enough not to mention that she was ready for the test, but there was no denying that she knew where she stood. No Shendar that had been in the temple for more than a week doubted that Sonya would easily pass the trials. The fact that Shendar visiting assumed Sonya was Shendar after speaking with her for even short periods.
While it was true that the council could put off this decision for another year on the grounds of age, it changed nothing. Students simply were not put out of the temple until they were either Shendar or banished. Stendoran studied his feet, his eye somehow drawn to a small thread that was working its way loose from the toe of his shoe. As the thread wavered with the movements of the air, he was suddenly struck by a lesson he had given years ago.
"Shendar Astrun," he practically shouted. The council went silent and turned unhappy stares toward Stendoran, "I apologize for interrupting, but I just had an epiphany."
The council slowly returned to their seats. Astrun gestured for Stendoran to continue. "Bear with me as I give a brief history lesson. About three hundred years ago, toward the end of the reign of King Shangui of Cartenhinge, the king's son was being trained to rule his people. The king, who you know was raised from the commoners and had no noble blood, was worried that his son would have no understanding of the common man and would thus be a poor ruler. He did the only thing he could. He banished his only son. The king told only three of his scouts why he had done so. No one else was to know, not even his son. The prince was stripped of his titles and money, dressed in rags, and thrown out into the city. The three scouts were secretly sent to follow and protect the son, but only from death. The son used the skills he had learned as a prince to find employment as a guard for caravans, and then to run these caravans. At the end of three years, The prince had become a merchant of decent standing and was invited to meet the king. The king then invited him back and named him his successor. The prince became King Darshon the Kind."
"We know this story, Stendoran," Astrun interrupted, "what relevance does it have to our situation? Surely you aren't suggesting that we do this to Sonya?"
"No, no, not at all," Stendoran chuckled, "what I suggest is that we offer her a way of gaining the experience she needs. A way that does not violate law, yet, allows us to put her into the world to gain the experience she needs. While the king used banishment, we shall find another means."
"I assume you have something in mind?"
"Of course. We simply have her attend a Shendar Corven as he messenger for a period of a year. We will just make sure the right Shendar Corven is chosen and that he takes her where she will gain the experience needed."
"Shendar Frosmien, you have a devious mind," Astrun chuckled, "I am glad you are not the enemy. It shall be as you say. You shall see to it and are responsible for it. We will reconvene on this matter on Winters Fall in one year."
"Thank you, Shendar Astrun, it will be as you say. May the light shine on you and keep you."
"May the light shine on you and keep you."
Shendar Frosmien bowed and hurriedly left the room. A smile crossed his face as he realized he had just found a way for a student to leave the temple without being Shendar or banished. Now he only had to find a Shendar Corven wise enough and experienced enough to handle Sonya. He also had to explain to Sonya her new job. He was dreading both tasks and couldn't decide which would be tougher. The truth was, telling Sonya would be the tougher. With that thought in mind, he went to the kitchens. Better to work on a full stomach.
"I will not stand for this outrage," Shendar Frosmien bellowed suddenly causing the council to jump, "There is no stronger student than Sonya. How dare you deny her the right to test."
"At you ease Stendoran, we do not mean to give insult," said the regal man in the center, "we understand that she has the knowledge, strength, and abilities to be Shendar, we are just not sure whether she has the understanding necessary. You, yourself, have detailed many of the questions she has asked. Many of these questions are easily understood by most, if not all, of our first year students. Yet, she continues to ask them," In a more gentle voice he continued, "we have begun to wonder whether raising her here has sheltered her to much from the real world. How can one truly understand evil if one has never met it? While one may have studied how an orc treats captives, one can not fully comprehend just how heinous it is until he has seen what is left after the fact. We do not find that Sonya has that experience. She is the first student we have ever had that has never left the confines of our temple, and, yet you propose that we give her the mantle of Shendar and send her into a world she does not comprehend and has never seen? Surely you see the folly of this?"
"Shendar Astrun, I understand your concern, but how do you propose we give her this comprehension without sending her out to learn it first hand?" Holding up his hand to forestall any answer, Shendar Frosmien continued, "I do not need to remind you that no student leaves the temple unless they are put out and banished or they have become Shendar. That is the law. That is what we must follow. To do otherwise would put the lie to all that we have taught. With out law there is chaos. Even the king must follow his own law or it is no law, but a means of oppression. That being said, I see no other way but to see that she be allowed to attempt the trials, be named Shendar, as there is no doubt that she can pass them, and then to set her on a course to receive this experience.
"Surely you can see this as well as I," He continued passion filling his words, "How do you think she will react if we tell her we have no more we can teach her, but we can not let her take the trials? We must give her the chance."
Silence settled on the room as thoughtful frowns appeared on the faces of the council. Shendar Astrun rose and walked behind his chair with the rest of the council following him. Stendoran stood silently with his hand clasped before him. Was he being foolhardy in his passionate arguing for Sonya? He had never had any student grasp the complexities that lie within his philosophical teaching with such ease. All her instructors said the same. In every thing Sonya did she excelled. Yet, Shendar Astrun was right, Sonya was naive and too trusting. She had no understanding of the world outside the temple walls. She had knowledge, but she had no understanding. She could repeat the history of many of the lands, yet she could not understand why some children played in the street in rags on one block while on the next there could be a wealthy merchant. She could understand greed to a certain degree, but couldn't grasp how someone could have the means to prevent suffering and not do so.
Stendoran also grasped the important fact that, should the council prevent Sonya from testing, Sonya would consider the council corrupt. And by all her teaching she would be correct. There was no ambiguity in the law. Sonya may be humble enough not to mention that she was ready for the test, but there was no denying that she knew where she stood. No Shendar that had been in the temple for more than a week doubted that Sonya would easily pass the trials. The fact that Shendar visiting assumed Sonya was Shendar after speaking with her for even short periods.
While it was true that the council could put off this decision for another year on the grounds of age, it changed nothing. Students simply were not put out of the temple until they were either Shendar or banished. Stendoran studied his feet, his eye somehow drawn to a small thread that was working its way loose from the toe of his shoe. As the thread wavered with the movements of the air, he was suddenly struck by a lesson he had given years ago.
"Shendar Astrun," he practically shouted. The council went silent and turned unhappy stares toward Stendoran, "I apologize for interrupting, but I just had an epiphany."
The council slowly returned to their seats. Astrun gestured for Stendoran to continue. "Bear with me as I give a brief history lesson. About three hundred years ago, toward the end of the reign of King Shangui of Cartenhinge, the king's son was being trained to rule his people. The king, who you know was raised from the commoners and had no noble blood, was worried that his son would have no understanding of the common man and would thus be a poor ruler. He did the only thing he could. He banished his only son. The king told only three of his scouts why he had done so. No one else was to know, not even his son. The prince was stripped of his titles and money, dressed in rags, and thrown out into the city. The three scouts were secretly sent to follow and protect the son, but only from death. The son used the skills he had learned as a prince to find employment as a guard for caravans, and then to run these caravans. At the end of three years, The prince had become a merchant of decent standing and was invited to meet the king. The king then invited him back and named him his successor. The prince became King Darshon the Kind."
"We know this story, Stendoran," Astrun interrupted, "what relevance does it have to our situation? Surely you aren't suggesting that we do this to Sonya?"
"No, no, not at all," Stendoran chuckled, "what I suggest is that we offer her a way of gaining the experience she needs. A way that does not violate law, yet, allows us to put her into the world to gain the experience she needs. While the king used banishment, we shall find another means."
"I assume you have something in mind?"
"Of course. We simply have her attend a Shendar Corven as he messenger for a period of a year. We will just make sure the right Shendar Corven is chosen and that he takes her where she will gain the experience needed."
"Shendar Frosmien, you have a devious mind," Astrun chuckled, "I am glad you are not the enemy. It shall be as you say. You shall see to it and are responsible for it. We will reconvene on this matter on Winters Fall in one year."
"Thank you, Shendar Astrun, it will be as you say. May the light shine on you and keep you."
"May the light shine on you and keep you."
Shendar Frosmien bowed and hurriedly left the room. A smile crossed his face as he realized he had just found a way for a student to leave the temple without being Shendar or banished. Now he only had to find a Shendar Corven wise enough and experienced enough to handle Sonya. He also had to explain to Sonya her new job. He was dreading both tasks and couldn't decide which would be tougher. The truth was, telling Sonya would be the tougher. With that thought in mind, he went to the kitchens. Better to work on a full stomach.
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