“No,” Teron replied, scolding him with his eyes. “Only you, because you are the only one to come to me and feign piety when we both know that is neither what made you join us, nor what kept you here after you joined. I am many things, Ifferon, but I am not a fool, and those who treat me like one have been given mercy if they are greeted by my laughter and not my lash.”
“Why then did I come here?” Ifferon asked. It was as much a question for his own ears as any other’s, a question he often asked on the frequent lonely nights spent locked away in his small, cold room.
“To hide,” Teron said. “Not that you have been that successful at it.”
“I have been here ten years.”
“And I have known your purpose for nine of those.”
“Why then let me stay?”
“Because I care for you, Ifferon, even if you are not truly a Follower of Olagh.”
“Why is it that I do not believe you are one either?” Ifferon quizzed.
“Because you have a suspicious mind, my dear Ifferon, but also an intelligent one. I am a leader, Ifferon, not a follower. This is why I am head-cleric here. This is why you are not really a cleric at heart. You are a leader who does not want to lead.”
“Then am I really a leader?”
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Genre – Fantasy
Rating – PG