Pivot of the Sky Chapter 9

Chapter 9 – Glory of the Adoratrice

Not far behind the rocks stood a group of armed horsemen, ready to launch an attack any time. They stood beside a troop of horses, some of which pack horses that carried travel necessities of the desert, but the majority being war-horses. Their owners were all dead in the bloody encounter not long ago.

Morton muttered, “It’s impossible! A woman, alone, eliminated our best men, and Priest Jeremiah! …… My lord, we did not put enough men into the ambush!”

Lord Schmul’s face was screwed up, “We cannot order the legions of the state to attack Rod’s caravan openly. That’s a declaration of war. We can only disguise ourselves as roaming bandits. Besides, we don’t have enough time to assemble the legions. I’ve done my best to ambush them here with my guards.”

Priest Cosman sent a disapproving look at the governor when he talked about the disguisement. His eyes seemed to say, “They would be the worst disguised bandits ever”. He turned his gloomy face in the direction of the caravan and said, “She must be one of [the Twelve Great Guardians] of the Isis Shrine, what a surprise!”

The quaestor did not want to give up, “She’s just a woman! Look, she’s exhausted, and probably wounded. If we charge now, there is still a chance that we get the Gods’ Tear.”

During their conversation, Gabriel had returned to the caravan and lowered herself on one knee before Maria’s carriage, her sword stabbed into the sand. A trace of blood could be found at the corner of her mouth, making her face seem even paler. She prayed silently. The parangons on the crossguard of the sword glowed, covering her with soft white light. That was a primary [curing magic]. She did get hurt in the battle, mainly by bearing the heavy blow of the haul with her shield.

Rod Drick had sent his men to clear the battlefield. The bodies were buried in sand, and the weapons and armors were collected and taken away with them. They were the trophies and clues to trace the identity of these “bandits”.

The men in the shadow of rocks watched them quietly. Schmul said with hesitation, “The warrior is wounded, but Rod’s men did not lose a hair. Their cavalrymen were still in battle formation and we have already lost half of our men. Even Priest Jeremiah is gone.”

The quaestor encouraged him, “We still have Priest Cosman and two primary mages. If we charge from the front, protecting the mages in the formation with the heavy armor soldiers, there is a large chance of victory.”

Priest Cosman approved, “The defeat of our ambush was an accident. We did not expect a Great Warrior here. The Adoratrice of Isis Shrine has fallen decades ago in that crisis brought on by the sorcerer. They even lost the Gods’ Tear with their scepter. It’s been years since their authority over the Lower Ejypt was challenged, and that is what we’d like to see.”

“The Gods’ Tear is as important to us as it is to them. Please do not forget about the legends. The people of Hittite also believe that it should be the blessing of the gods. If we had it, it would not be a blessing to Ejypt from Isis but a blessing to Hittite from Enlil. And we can consolidate more power against Ejypt.”

Lord Schmul was still hesitating, “I don’t need you to remind me. But you’ve seen the battle just now. We can’t do it unless we are totally sure about defeating them without leaving any clues.”

Priest Cosman frowned, “My lord. Priest Jeremiah died today. Please think about our loss. What could we tell the Shrine if we got nothing?” He suddenly turned back and said surprisingly, “There’s nothing to worry about, my lord. Our dear supreme master has arrived!”

They looked at the back of the hill, and saw an old man in white robe coming. He walked leisurely but had the speed of a flying arrow, and after a few seconds stopped by the side of the three. He was middle-sized with a white goatee, and had a scarf on his head. His face was seamed with wrinkles, but his eyes were clear and sharp as a young man.

He was Golier, the first priest and oracle of the Enlil Shrine of Syah. In most states, the governor was also the oracle of the shrine of the state. Syah was an exception since it was at the border of Hittite and had great strategic importance. The main shrine of Hittite had sent a supreme mage as the chief of the state shrine. The three vice oracles, or high priests, were Schmul, Jeremiah and Cosman.

Schmul was also the governor of the state. Jeremiah had just ended his life in the desert.

A supreme mage was supreme in all aspects. Golier, as a supreme mage of eighth level, did not intervene in ordinary affairs. He was often between the capital of Hittite and Syah, since he had business in the capital as well. Golier was not at Syah when Governor Schmul decided to ambush Rod Drick, but he had managed to come in time. It was indeed a surprise for Schmul.

The horsemen could not dismount, so they bowed on horse and saluted with their weapons. Schmul and other two also saluted respectfully and asked, “My dear great mage, what an honor to meet you here. All difficulties will be resolved. Please allow us to explain what has happened here.”

Golier looked at the battlefield, waved his cane and said, “I already understand what happened here. You can explain it in the city.”

The quaestor kneeled in shock and said, “My dear great mage, we can surely obtain the Gods’ Tear with your might.”

Priest Cosman kneeled as well, “My dear chief priest, we fight for the fate of Hittite. We lost Jeremiah and half of the governor’s guards. How can we go back like this? ”

A trace of regret flashed in Golier’s eyes. He sighed, “I will speak for you. I know the value of the Gods’ Tear, but the chance has been lost. Look at the number of wagons and carriages, and the number of people and soldiers. Do you know of the consequence if we kill the great guardian of Isis Shrine and Rod Drick?”

Goler continued in silence, “Don’t think that you can hide this. Who else has this level of power? The only possibility is Hittite authority. Hittite is accumulating its power in the dark, and it needs to keep a peaceful relationship with Ejypt, because Ejypt is seeking every excuse to destroy this power. You may trigger the war at the wrong time, when Hittite is not ready. The time of victory that god Enlil promised us has not come…..”

He suddenly stopped and turned to the direction of Rod Drick’s caravan and gave a low exclamation, “Gods’ magic!”

Cosman looked back, “It looks like a basic theurgy. Why are you so surprised, my master?”

……
Maria came to the first carriage and mumbled towards the sky, her hands folded before her chest. A light golden glow came out from her palms and gilded her body with holiness. The glow spreaded like a mist and shrouded Gabriel who was on one knee in front of the carriage.

This was a [Blessing from Isis], the simplest and most fundamental magic of the Isis Shrine, the theurgy. Only with the help of the Gods’ Tear can one perform it. This was the final test of the Isis Shrine for the Adoratrice. The theurgy can heal wounds and illness, ease pain and fatigue, recover the body, give one strength, faith, courage and even miracles. In brief, it removed all the bad things from one and gave one good things.

What Maria could give was the basic effect of the theurgy. It was faint and nearly helpless. It was just symbolic, but now that was the point.

Everyone greeted the glow and praised the miracle given by Mother Isis. Rod Drick was more than surprised now. He finally realized why Gabriel had stayed three more days in Duc. Maria did it. She was the Adoratrice now!

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In the shadow of the hill, Golier sighed, “Maybe it’s too far for your [Detecting Eyes]. That is not just a basic theurgy. It is a theurgy that can only be performed by the Adoratrice with the help of the Gods’ Tear, the Blessing from Isis. The girl on the carriage is the Adoratrice of Isis. I did not expect that they already had a new Adoratrice.”

Cosman’s eyes widened, “How could that be possible? The report said that the Gods’ Tear was extracted three days ago; it was not even in Memfis. How can there be an Adoratrice?”

Golier shook his head, “I cannot know everything. Maybe only the gods know. But I am sure that only the Adoratrice can perform the Blessing from Isis. So she must be the Adoratrice! We cannot do anything against them now. Taking away the Gods’ Tear from the Adoratrice will bring us hatred from the entirety of Ejypt. Ejypt would have to declare war even if they didn’t want to.”

He sighed and continued, “The new Adoratrice is so weak now. What a pity! We don’t know how strong she will be in the future.”

Schmul became pragmatic now, “What should we do, my dear master? Should we leave now?”

Golier shook his head again, “Order the state to dispatch more supplies here as fast as possible. Clear the battlefield and we will catch up with them tomorrow. There has been terrible bandits frequenting the desert in recent days. We come to protect and escort them till they reach Ejypt.”

Schmul nodded, “I will send the high priests in Memfis some lavish gifts. Hope they won’t look too seriously into this accident.”

“That,” said Golier, “is what a governor of state should think about.”

Cosman: Advanced mage. High priest of the Enlil Shrine of Syah.

Mist Morton: Quaestor of Syah and Schmul’s lieutenant.

Enlil: Patron and Major God of Hittite and Assyr. The grandfather of Mourrin in the legends.

Chapter end