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`No god! No king! Te
Te
`People, you do me honour. But I tell you, I'm not the one!'
`Yes you are!' a lone voice shouted and several others raised a ragged chorus of agreement. But the majority sat, quiet now, watching him.
`No. Please believe me. I'm no war leader. Any strength
I have comes from Alseiass, the Golden God. The All-Seeing One. Believe me.'
Halt leaned over to Horace again and whispered, `My god but he's good. He could have taken the reins then and there and offered to lead them.'
`Then why didn't he?' Horace asked.
Halt chewed his lip thoughtfully. 'He needs a bigger reputation than he'll get from exciting a few hundred country villagers. He's taking on a king. He needs something big. Something supernatural. He needs them to believe in this god of his.'
But now Te
`I promised you when I first arrived here that I wouldn't try to force my god upon you,' he said in a reasonable tone. `Have I tried to do that?'
– He spread his hands in question and looked from side to side. Halt and Horace could see heads shaking as people agreed with him.
`No. I haven't. Because that isn't Alseiass's way. He doesn't care to force himself upon you. If you have other gods you prefer, or no god at all, he doesn't condemn you. He respects your right to decide, without being harried or bullied or shouted at.'
`Interesting method,' Halt said softly. 'Most evangelists threaten fire and brimstone if you don't accept their teachings.'
`But I know Alseiass's power,' Te
The meadow was silent now as he walked among the crowd. Those at the front turned to watch him as he moved past them.
`And then, if you see his power and compassion and want to turn to him and join our band, then Alseiass will make you doubly welcome.'
`Well said, Te
`But let's hope that it doesn't come to that,' he said. `Let's all hope that this lovely village of yours remains a haven of peace and Alseiass won't need to be asked to protect it.'
There was a murmur from the crowd. Horace sensed a feeling of contentment in those around him. It was an interesting proposition Te
Horace caught Halt's eye. 'D'you think Alseiass will be called on to maintain the peace of this beautiful village?'
Halt let one corner of his mouth turn up in a cynical smile.
`I'd bet my life on it.'
Chapter 23
Tug welcomed Will back to the little clearing with a brief toss of his head. Will moved to the horse and stroked his soft nose.
`Good boy,' he said quietly. Tug snorted softly in reply, aware that if Will were speaking, there was no need to maintain his own silence. Will considered his situation for a moment, then decided that there was time for a few hours' rest. The man called Driscoll was leading his raiding party out at dawn. But they were going by the lowland route to Mountsha
The second group, as Padraig had ordered, would be moving out around midday, and following the ridge trail that Will was on. But he pla
He unsaddled Tug. There was no need for the little horse to endure the discomfort of the saddle now. Tug shook himself gratefully and moved away to crop the grass. Will looked up through the tree canopy to the sky. He could see the stars quite clearly. Occasionally, a wisp of cloud would slide across the sky, blotting them out. But he could tell there was little chance of rain so he didn't bother to set up the small one-man tent that was rolled behind his saddle. He'd sleep in the open tonight, he thought.
He ate a cold meal. He wanted to leave no trace of his presence here so he couldn't light a fire. He reflected, as he chewed doggedly on the tough dried beef, that he'd be glad when this was over and he could find a good hot meal.
Potatoes would be nice, he thought. Boiled in their jackets, perhaps, and then smothered in butter, salt and pepper. His stomach growled at the thought and he glanced with disfavour at the unappetising twist of dried beef in his hand. Earlier in the day, he had reflected that he quite enjoyed the taste. In the ensuing hours, it seemed to have lost some of its appeal.
There was something still niggling in the back of his mind about the conversation he'd overheard in Padraig's tent. Something was illogical but he couldn't put his finger on it. Then it fell into place.
From all he'd heard, Mountsha
Perhaps he'd heard wrong?
He took a drink of cold water from his canteen, regretting the lack of a good cup of hot, sweet coffee.
No. He was sure he'd heard it correctly. Thirty men for Mountsha
Unless they're not actually attacking Mountsha
He replaced the cap on the water bottle and set it to one side, yawning hugely. Now that he had decided that he would get some rest, the efforts of the day, and the tension he'd been under, made themselves felt and he couldn't wait to turn in. Taking his blankets, he moved across the clearing and quickly made himself a bed inside the trees, where a large bush would shelter him from unfriendly eyes.
His mind kept turning over the problem that was nagging at him. Eventually, he shrugged it away and fell asleep within a few minutes.