The Book of Deacon: Book 02 - The Great Convergence Read Online Free PDF

anything now that he
had a whole world to hide in. In following him, she had left
paradise for the sake of a hole in the ground, and perhaps nothing
more.
    "What does it matter? You will only lie to
me," she said bitterly.
    "Oh, not at all. As a matter of fact I have a
feeling you will very soon find me to be the most infuriatingly
honest person you have ever met. So, if you have any questions,
feel free to ask," he said.
    Myranda sat numbly and shook her head.
    "Then I have a few for you. You say he has a
job to do. I assume you are not speaking of his still pending task
of turning you over to the Alliance Army. What then?" he asked.
    "He is one of the Chosen," she said.
    "The what? Oh, that's right. I remember them
giving that speech at least a dozen times in Entwell," he said.
    "But it is true. It is proven!" she said.
    "How so?" he asked.
    Myranda explained about the ceremony that had
taken place in Entwell before she had left. She told of the
summoning of an elemental, a Chosen One, and the fact that Lain was
still standing when the creature was formed. The mystic being had
even approached him. According to the peerless minds of Entwell,
this was only possible if Lain was Chosen. Desmeres nodded
thoughtfully through the entirety of the tale, sipping at the wine
as it was told.
    "Hmm. I always hated Hollow," he said when
the recollection was through, speaking of the prophet who had
predicted the ceremony and its meaning. "Frankly, I’ve never
trusted the whole concept of prophesy. The fact that things
occurred precisely as he’d predicted they would certainly punctures
my theory that he has been speaking pure nonsense for all of these
years. And you say that this other Chosen One, the one you conjured
up, it just flew away?"
    "Yes," she answered.
    "That is a bit odd. You would think that
after being brought into existence one would be eager to get to the
task for which one was summoned. I haven't heard anything about an
elemental showing up and bringing widespread peace, though," he
said.
    "I believe that the Chosen will not turn to
their task until all five have appeared and joined forces," she
said.
    "Ah, yes. The fabled 'Great Convergence.' I
imagine that the meeting of the Chosen will be a rather difficult
thing to arrange with Lain dedicating himself to other tasks, the
mysterious elemental flying about waiting for something, and the
others sight unseen," he asked.
    "I've seen one. In the field. He was dead,"
she said.
    "One would imagine that would only further
complicate matters," Desmeres said. "Tell me. If he was dead, how
did you discover that he was Chosen?"
    "He had the mark. This mark," Myranda said,
showing her scar.
    "Say. That looks familiar," he said.
    "There is one just like it on Lain's chest,
one on the forehead of the elemental creature, and it was all over
the dead swordsman's weapons and armor. It is the mark of the
Chosen," she said.
    "Am I to assume then that you are Chosen?" he
asked.
    "No, no. A Chosen One must be divine of birth
and born with the mark. I am only human, and mine is a scar," she
said.
    "And yet you feel compelled to hunt the
others down. You do realize that if the prophesy has come true thus
far it is likely to finish itself off without your help," he
said.
    "That is just it. I believe I am part of the
prophesy. Hollow may have mentioned me," she said.
    "I see. You don't suppose you are suffering
from delusions of grandeur, do you? Well, I suppose you wouldn't be
very well suited to answer that. At any rate, this is all very
interesting but I hope you don't mind if I change the subject. I
tend to enjoy talking about things that have already happened
rather than things that are about to. Less chance of spoiling
surprises that way," he said. "I take that you set your mind to
magic back at Entwell. How far did you get?"
    "Full master," she answered.
    Desmeres tilted his head.
    "No . . . in half a year?" he remarked in
disbelief.
    "A bit less than that," she said.
    "And yet an olo