‘Tell me otherwise of this approaching broken time.’
‘You choose to dwindle on what has occurred every eleventh before, preparing rather than seeking the source. Sickness can be cured. Medicine.’
‘I have known nothing but loss in the eleventh. It is a cursed month. And medicine is an unnecessary cost. It is witchcraft.’
‘There is no idolatry in these works – it is just and it works. Time is not a cure for disease.’ He paused and slowly met eyes. ‘The people call you wise but they do not know what I know of you.’
‘And what do you know of me, young man?’
‘I leave the room with sour taste in my mouth that only bitterness can diffuse. I leave with destructive knowledge. I leave knowing you have slammed and barricaded a great door leading to a long lasting future for our people.’
‘And yet you choose to keep your mouth shut.’
‘I cannot go against the King.’
‘And yet you speak as such.’
The knight steadied his tongue, stood and bowed.
‘I serve the king for the Gods.’ The knight swallowed the taste.
‘For the Gods.’