Ascension: The Left-Hand Path
The Cardinal, pruning fruit trees in the viridarium, set down his knife as the Prior approached.
“You bring news Frey?â€
“Yes Sir – terrible.â€
“Speak it.â€
“Provost Kohl, Sir – dead.â€
“Dead?†He twirled a blossom between his fingers. “How so?â€
“In his chamber, Your Eminence. A haemorrhage. Quite sudden, our medicians believe.â€
The Cardinal nodded. “The flesh betrays even the most faithful. And yet, Frey,†he paused, turning his gaze upon the Prior, “I sense there is more you wish to tell me.â€
“Sir, we believe he was in sermone cum caelos when stricken. His terminal was active.â€
“Indeed. And with which of the blessed was he conferring?â€
“Nuncio Aila, Sir.â€
“Aila? And where is she?â€
“Held, within the antechamber.â€
“Release her. She has proven her loyalty.â€
“Your Eminence. And Kohl?â€
“Release him also.â€
“Sir?†replied Frey, surprised. “He has not long ascended – temporal calibration is far from complete.â€
“But he has chosen the left-hand path, Frey. And the consequences are of his own making.â€