tenebrae
The work of the eyes is done.
Go now and do the heart-work on the images imprisoned within you.
~Rilke
Tenebrae had heard of the Relic. He has heard how the hunt to reach it had been violent. It had broken men and sent children scattering. “I did not go there.” In truth, Tenebrae had never been drawn to the Relic.
But he has heard of what it cost men when they pursued it. Tenebrae turns his head towards the man’s voice. “Was the relic worth it?” He asked, but expects no answer, not tonight, not after all that has come to pass.
The monk sighs and feels the warmth of sun upon his spine. He is not sure what he has to do with monks and gods any more. He feels like a fool playing at being a monk, a follower of a god and now a court Regent. He is merely a player.
Tenebrae sighs once more. “I have much to attend to in the Court, but thank you for this conversation. I hope to see you soon.”
With that, the monk leaves, disappearing into the trees and the hazy sunlight.
