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rhetorical to skeptical, even to sarcastic, a point not lost on brothers Francis and Braumin Herde, who were holding their own conversation a short distance away. All the important monks who were in Palmaris had gathered this morning in preparation for their final meeting with King Danube before his departure from the city. Braumin Herde and his trusted companions, Holan Dellman, Castinagis, and Viscenti, were there, along with Francis of St.-Mere-Abelle, Abbot Je’howith of St. Honce in Ursal, and a contingent of lower-ranking monks, the only remaining leaders of the home abbey of St. Precious, led by Brother Talumus, a young but eager man who had been instrumental in the momentous events of the previous months. All the Abellican Church owed a great debt to brave Brother Talumus, in the estimation of many, Braumin Herde included.
    “You think of the King as an enemy,” Abbot Je’howith replied at length to Brother Viscenti. “That is a mistake, and possibly a very dangerous one.”
    “Nay,” Brother Braumin remarked, coming over to intervene. Brother Viscenti would often lose his good sense in the throes of his agitation, and any ill-considered retorts at that time would not bode well. Abbot Je’howith, who had lived for so many years in Ursal, who had helped tutor young Danube Brock Ursal upon the man’s premature ascent to the throne, held the base of his power in the secular rulers of Honce-the-Bear. “Not as an enemy,” Braumin Herde continued, pointedly moving in front of Brother Viscenti, cutting him off from Je’howith. “But King Danube’s agenda is not our own. His is based in the worldly, while ours must ascend to the spiritual.”
    “Pretty words,” Je’howith said with more than a little sarcasm.
    “But true enough,” Master Francis was swift to respond, moving quickly to Braumin’s side.
    Je’howith glared at the man; there was no love between them. Francis had been Markwart’s right hand. Markwart had even prematurely promoted him to master, and then to interim bishop of Palmaris, and then to the coveted position of abbot of St. Precious, though Francis had immediately resigned when Markwart died, after the revelations that the demon dactyl had been guiding the Father Abbot. But Je’howith, too, had been firmly in Markwart’s court, and that court couldhave remained strong even after the Father Abbot’s demise. Indeed, if Francis and Je’howith had stood unified then—with Elbryan the Nightbird dead in the other room and Jilseponie unconscious—both the abbots might have taken up the reins of power right where Markwart had left off, assuring Je’howith the position of Father Abbot. He would have groomed young Francis to take his place after his death, and he was not a young man. But, for some reason that Je’howith could not understand, Francis would not play the political game.
    Indeed Francis, citing Markwart’s last words and drawing liberal inference from them, had called upon the Church to appoint Jilseponie Wyndon as mother abbess!
    “King Danube would take us in a direction that best suited him,” the Abellican Church’s youngest master went on.
    “And in these times of despair, when so many have died in the fighting, when food is short in so many reaches, and illness is rampant across the land, when so many are unsure in both their secular and spiritual concerns, would not a joining of Church and Crown be seen as a reassurance that they, the common folk, have not been abandoned?” Abbot Je’howith recited with a dramatic flourish. “Would not the show of a bond between beloved King Danube and the new leaders of the Church bring confidence and hope to the despairing kingdom?”
    “And there will be such a bond,” Brother Braumin replied, “a partnership, but we will not be subjugated to the King of Honce-the-Bear. While our immediate goals of alleviating the ravages of war seem similar, our long-term aspirations remain very different.”
    “Not so different,”