Chapter 18

"Change is to live. Do we as gods live then if we ourselves are timeless and unchanging?"

When they had come within a dozen paces of the gaurds, Oru dismounted.
"Welcome traveler. I do not know you. State your business." The tall, severe soldier had stepped forward, jingling somewhat as he came, and appraised Oru and his men. He filled out his shingle-plate mail impressively. His black eyes looked down his prominent nose from the shadows; swarthy skin peeked out from under his plumed helmet. Where he wasn't covered in shingle, green silk, viridian really, shone and swirled. Here was a man of high station, strong and proud.
"I am Oru, Cerpus Paati of the Southern Order. I have been summoned by the Divine Father."
"And those men?"
"My young men shall be leaving me here."