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Authors: James Eggebeen

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“Yes,” Kour said, “We learned he was coming here quite some time ago. We only learned how he would honor us in the last few days.” He leaned heavily on his staff as he spoke.

“Please, let us prepare now,” Kour said. “We have much to do before morning.”

He escorted Lorit and Chihon to the front room, once again signaling to the monks as he did. They gathered in a long double line, waiting.

“Shall we go and retrieve the body, so we may prepare it?” Kour asked.

“Yes,” Lorit said.

He departed the temple aside the old monk, who leaned heavily on his staff as he walked along.

 

 

Lorit opened the door to the room and made way for Chihon to enter. She walked over to the still form of their friend and knelt down. She leaned over and gently kissed his forehead. “Goodbye Mu’umba.” She stood up and backed away, so Lorit could pay his respects.

Lorit stood before the body of the tribesman. He felt even more grief now, believing that he’d led the unusual little man into trouble. He was glad that Mu’umba was getting the respect of these people. It didn’t help lessen the anger he felt at himself for letting him down, but at least Mu’umba was going to his rest among friends.

Lorit nodded to Kour. The monk and two others entered reverently. They knelt down, bowing their heads to the floor and pausing for a long moment; then they rose and approached the body of the tribesman. They removed the blankets and furs, until the silver hair and scaly skin of Mu'umba was evident.

Once more, they bowed deeply, their heads touching the floor, and paused. Kour motioned to the doorway, where another monk stood holding a set of long, polished wooden poles, wrapped in brilliant red cloth. The monk entered and unrolled the poles to reveal a litter decorated with floral patterns and intricate embroidery.

Carefully, they stripped the splints and heavy clothes from Mu’umba. They straightened his body and placed it on the litter. They reverently smoothed out his scaly hands and legs. They massaged his expression, until it appeared as if Mu'umba was merely resting from his travels, ready to awaken refreshed and ready to go once again.

The four of them bowed their heads again, and each took an end of one of the poles. They lifted the body up to their shoulders and started for the door.

“Please, come to the temple to prepare for the ceremony at dawn,” Kour said, pausing.

“Thank you for letting us watch,” Lorit said.

“You are not just there to watch,” Kour said. “You are honored guests and a special part of the ceremony,” he added, bowing reverently.

“We will see you tomorrow then,” Lorit said.

 

 

The next morning they rose before the sun and headed to the temple. Lorit led the way through the drifting snow. The temple yard was decorated with paper lanterns and streamers of every imaginable color. Decorations were hung across the streets leading to the temple.

When they reached the temple, Itqua was standing by the massive doors, waiting for them. He ran up to Lorit and said, “Welcome, honored Wizard.” He bowed low and opened the door, motioning them inside.

Inside the temple, the air was warm and comfortable. Itqua escorted them to the chamber where the gold gilt casket sat upon the marble base. Itqua bowed deeply, his head touching the floor. He rose and motioned Lorit and Chihon over to the casket.

Lorit peered inside to see Mu'umba as if he were resting peacefully. He had been cleaned up and dressed in the white robes with the silver and gold trim Lorit saw the night before. In his hands, he held an empty clay pot similar to the one Lorit had received from Itqua the evening before.

A low chanting came from all around as the monks went about their business; they repeated their chant in a language that Lorit did not know. The tune was peculiar to his ears. The smell of the scented oils and incense was stronger now than it had been the night before.

“He looks at peace,” Chihon said.

“He does look happy, doesn't he?” Lorit remarked.

Denghau arrived while they were paying their respects. “I’m pleased to see that you could both make it,” he said, bowing to Lorit and then Chihon. “We are most honored to have you here.”

“Thank you,” Lorit said.

“We’re just about ready for you,” Denghau said. “If you would come this way?” With a sweeping gesture he led them to a side door.

He paused in front of a closed door and rapped gently. The door opened and a young girl appeared. Denghau motioned to Chihon. “If you would be so kind.”

Chihon followed the girl through door. Lorit started to follow them when Denghau held out his arm to block the way. “You will be prepared in the next room,” he said, leading Lorit to another door down the hallway.

Once again, he rapped softly on the door. Another young girl stood there smiling. She bowed to Lorit and said, “Please come in.”

Lorit followed her into the room. She led him to a chair where he was seated. Several more young women appeared, each carrying a tray of assorted grooming utensils.

One of them pushed Lorit back into the chair and pulled out a steaming towel. She wrapped it around his chin and face, letting the warmth drive away the cold winter chill he had experienced on the walk from the inn.

She stirred up soap in a golden cup, removed the towel and lathered up his chin and cheeks. She picked up a gleaming straight razor and approached Lorit's chin with it. “Hold still for this part,” she whispered in his ear. She carefully and quickly shaved his beard stubble leaving him smooth, and cleaner than he’d been since leaving the homestead.

She ran her fingers through his hair several times and looked at him. “Do you wish a proper cut?” she asked, holding up the razor. “You would look handsome shorn as the monks are,” she added.

“No, thank you. I’ve grown accustomed to my hair the way it is,” Lorit said. His usual short haircut had gradually grown out to shoulder length. Chihon had said it made him look more like a wizard. He was getting used to it longer and certainly didn't want it shaved.

She laughed and said, “Just a trim, then.” She pulled out a comb and deftly trimmed his hair. After the cut, she sprinkled some scented oil onto her hand and carefully ran it through his hair several times, styling it as she did.

While the girl was shaving Lorit, another went to work washing, then cleaning, his feet. She trimmed his nails and rubbed his feet with oil. Another performed the same task with his fingernails.

After they finished their ministrations, the girl who’d cut his hair led him to a large brass tub filled with warm water. She motioned to him to undress and get in. He protested until she brought out a screen which she erected around the bath. Lorit relaxed and let the warm water soak the dirt of the road from his skin, finally drying off with the towel provided.

The girl left a robe draped over the screen similar to the one that they had dressed Mu'umba in. As Lorit donned the robe, the girl called to him from behind the screen. “Are you ready yet?”

“I believe so,” Lorit answered.

“Good,” she said, folding the screen. “We don't have much time left.”

Once more, the attendants rushed to Lorit, to assist him in his dressing. They soon had him wrapped in the rich thick white robe, and shod with white leather boots trimmed in gold and silver.

The girl who’d shaved him placed a white fur hat on his head and stepped back to look him over. “You look proper,” she said. She looked around the room and found his staff, which she brought and handed to him.

Lorit grasped it, feeling the comfort of the familiar wood, in all of this strangeness.

“Now, you are ready,” the girl said, as she motioned Lorit towards the door. His guide stopped at the next door and gently knocked twice. Almost immediately, Chihon appeared.

She was similarly clothed in white robes. Her hair was braided in dozens of small neat strands tied with gold ribbon. She wore a light gold and rust color makeup that accented her eyes and hair. Lorit was taken by surprise at the transformation in his traveling companion. Not only had her usual rugged attire been transformed, but somehow her whole character seemed more elegant.

“You look very formal,” she said when he failed to speak.

“And you look beautiful,” Lorit responded haltingly as he struggled trying to make the mental shift from thinking of her as his magic partner to this. It was going to take him some time to adjust to this new Chihon. Lorit wasn’t sure he liked it. It could only complicate his life.

“Please, come,” said the girl, motioning them forward.

They were escorted to a pair of gold gilt chairs decorated with intricate carvings and cushioned with rich red velvet. The girl motioned each of them to sit.

Several monks in orange robes appeared, carrying stout poles of shimmering brass, which they threaded through rings on the chairs, and hoisted them to their shoulders.

As they jerked along atop the monks’ shoulders, Lorit called over to Chihon, “All this for poor little Mu'umba?” he asked.

“Quite a show,” she replied.

They burst through the gates of the temple and onto the streets lined with throngs of people shouting, cheering and calling out. The streets were decorated like those leading to the temple, as they wound their way through the city of Mistwind.

Ahead of the procession, Lorit could see the gold casket being carried on a litter borne on the shoulders of the monks, just as they were. Orange robes crowded around the casket. The monks chanted as they walked, swinging long strips of orange cloth which made intricate designs in the air around them.

They arrived at the cemetery and entered through large gates that stood open and inviting. They were carried to a stand beside an alabaster marble crypt that shone as if polished and lit from inside of the stone.

The doors to the crypt appeared to be made of solid gold. The crypt was filled with dried flowers and lit candles. The monks lowered the casket from their shoulders and reverently placed it on a raised marble platform inside.

Lorit and Chihon were deposited on a raised platform looking into the crypt. Shortly, Denghau arrived. He stopped inside crypt to offer a short prayer, and joined them on the platform.

“You honor us by your presence,” he said to Lorit. He bowed deeply to each of them in turn and then faced the crowd.

“Long have we lived atop these mountains, keeping the balance between the priests of old and the people of magic,” he intoned.

“Today we are supremely honored to accept the earthly vessel of one of the people of magic, who has chosen to bless our city with his transition to a new life form.

“This holy brother was sent to guide and aid these Wizards,” he said gesturing to Lorit and Chihon, “and has chosen us to care for the vessel he has discarded along his path.

“We shall care for it until such time as he chooses to return and take it up once again.”

The monk continued on praising Mu'umba and the Arda'um people. He praised the Wizard of old and the present. He invoked a blessing on Lorit and his quest, finally running down late in the afternoon.

As they closed the heavy golden doors of the tomb, obscuring the view of the small casket within, Denghau turned to Lorit. “Please, Mighty one. As the Mighty one of the past raised the Plains of Grass to protect and enfold the people of magic. Would you do us the honor of sealing his tomb to protect and enfold this blessed son of Magic?” he asked.

Lorit looked at Chihon questioningly. “What do you think that means?” he whispered.

“I think he wants you to seal the doors with magic,” she whispered back.

“If you would be so kind,” Denghau said. He gestured to the golden doors once again.

Lorit stood up and raised his staff. He focused his thoughts on the door. He was worried that he would not have the strength or accuracy to do what the monk asked. He reached his hand down to Chihon to help her stand. She took his hand in hers, and Lorit could feel her power flow through him and into his staff.

He willed the fire in a thin line that reached out from his staff and touched the seam of the massive golden doors. He could feel the metal flowing together under his touch, sealing the tomb of his friend from desecration.

“As it was, so it will be once again,” Denghau said. “A wizard raises the spell to protect the people of magic.”

“We’re not mighty ones,” Lorit said to him.

Denghau smiled at him and said quietly, “Only the mighty ones can stand with the people of magic.”

Lorit and Chihon were carried back to the temple on the shoulders of the monks. At the temple, there was a huge feast served by the monks. Lorit felt pampered and special to be a part of the celebration.

Lorit wondered what it all meant.

The next morning, as they prepared to leave, Chihon said, “That was quite a celebration.”

“Do you believe that part about the transition to a new body, and returning some day to take this one back?” Lorit asked.

“Stranger things have happened,” she said.

“Zhimosom said Mu'umba wouldn’t be of help on our quest,” Lorit reminded her. “Maybe this was what he meant - that he knew Mu'umba was going to die here.”

“I'm not sure that Zhimosom knows everything, especially about the Arda'um,” she said. “They seem to be outside of the Wizards’ power.”

 

 

Veldwaite

One evening during the descent into Veldwaite, Chihon felt the call from Rotiaqua. She sat up in her blankets and tried to focus on the Sorceress without the familiar aid of the candle flame. It took her a few tries, but finally the image of the Sorceress appeared in front of her.

“Child,” she said, “you’re on your way into grave danger. Heed my words.” She leaned on her staff as she spoke. In the background, Chihon could see the faint outlines of an inn and the sleeping form of Chedel.

“I know Lorit’s going to fight the temple. Is that the danger you’re warning me about?” Chihon said, sitting up.

“If that were the only danger, that would be enough, but you personally are in danger,” she explained. “You are paired to Lorit now and, like it or not, what happens to him affects you just as deeply.”

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