Runescape by T. S. Church

Author:T. S. Church [Church, T.S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9780857682918
Publisher: Titan
Published: 2010-12-02T05:00:00+00:00

FORTY-FOUR

It towards midday of the following day when the companions saw the monastery for the first time.

The walled building was shaped around a large rectangular courtyard which was dominated by soothing fountains and well-kept gardens. If serenity dwelt upon the earth, Castimir mused philosophically, it did so here, even more so than in Taverley.

The monastery had been constructed many years before. A long-dead king had built it as a civilized outpost as he sought to tame The Wilderness, but he had died before he could embark upon his expedition, leaving the monastery behind for the worship of Saradomin.

The brown-robed monks welcomed the travellers. A young man who introduced himself as Brother Althric led the companions into the courtyard.

“Is your friend unwell?” he asked, rubbing his hand over his tonsure to stave off the afternoon sun.

Ebenezer answered as he helped Gar’rth from his saddle.

“He is the reason we have come. He is ill, and I have here a letter from the druid Kaqemeex of Taverley, requesting your help. It is addressed to Abbot Langley himself.”

Brother Althric took the note.

“The druid is known to us. I shall pass this on immediately.”

Out of all the travellers, the most profoundly moved was Kara. Of that she was certain. She led her horse away from the others and looked about at the high white walls and blue stained-glass windows with an overwhelming sense of recognition. This was the place to which her father had brought her, years earlier.

“I have been here before, Theodore” she said excitedly, forgetting their feud, as the squire took her horse to lead it to the stables at the northern end of the courtyard. “With my father, when I was blessed as a child by Saradomin. I wonder if the monks remember him?”

“It was a long time ago, Kara,” he replied. “Woodcutters and hunters in these parts regularly travel here to offer the monks fuel and food, and in return the monks care for the sick and dying.”

Arisha had heard their conversation.

“Do you forget the reason for my journey, Kara? I am here to learn their art of writing so that I may record the songs and spoken histories of my people, else we stand to lose them forever. The monks at this monastery keep records of their actions, a skill I am here to learn.”

“And you think they will have a record of my father bringing me here?” Kara gripped Arisha’s wrist in sudden excitement.

“I think it likely” the priestess admitted. “The monks are assiduous in their duties, and a young child brought to be blessed would be a noteworthy occasion.” Tears came into Kara’s eyes, and Arisha placed a hand on her shoulder.

“They might have recorded my name.” Kara wept openly in hope. “They might have recorded my true name and the names of my parents.”

Was my father truly Justrain? Am I the daughter of a Knight of Falador?

Her thoughts were interrupted by Brother Althric, who had returned to inform Ebenezer that the abbot was willing to help as best he could.

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