Within a Name by R A Fisher

Author:R A Fisher [Fisher, R A]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Shadow City - A Next Chapter Imprint
Published: 2019-11-30T08:00:00+00:00

Third Hierophant under Arch Bishop Daliius III. His position was often seen as the most difficult of the Five; it fell on him to restructure troubled posts in the most distant reaches of the N’naradin Fold. He is survived by his brother Lem; his soul rests in the Heaven of Flowers.

Ranat stepped away from the book, his quivering hands itching to reach for the flask of rum tucked in his pocket. He forced himself to drop his arms to his side and walk from the vault, then down the long stairs and out of The Library, pace unhurried, expression calm.

He forbade himself the flask until he was out of the compound at the top of Cathedral Hill and tucked away into one of the narrow, steam-filled streets of Grace’s Parish. There, he took a long pull and frowned. He thought there was more in it than that.

He’d been worried about being accused of killing some random official, but the man had been a damn Hierophant. Calling him “high-up” didn’t cover it.

When he’d taught himself to read as a child, sneaking books out of the Vintner’s office, he’d often done so with books about the Church. They weren’t stories of the Heavens—the Vintner was nothing if not a secular man—but charts and lists of the hierarchy. Ranat probably knew more about the Church’s structure than any other peasant, and most of the merchants, too. The problem was, now that he knew who he was accused of killing, he had more questions and no answers.

The Hierophants operated under the Arch Bishop’s direct command to bring local governments in line. Trier N’navum couldn’t have been here for that. Fom was no distant provincial outpost. It was, well, Fom—three times larger than the capital city of Tyrsh, and the Grace of Fom was the second in command of the Church.

Trier N’navum could have been in Fom for any number of reasons. Meeting with the Grace or just passing through the port on the way to some far-flung prefecture along the coast. None of that, though, explained what one of the most powerful members of the Church was doing in an alley by the Lip, all by himself, in the middle of the night.

Ranat drained the flask, then shook it next to his ear, hoping there might be one swallow left that didn’t flow into his mouth with the rest of it.

Then he sighed, stuffed the empty bottle into his pocket, and began trudging home, questions swimming through his mind.

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