Faisal steps out of the Dawnspire and inhales deeply. The midsummer air still feels chilled to the Qadiran warrior, although somehow more familiar and comforting. The warming rays of the sun help offset the confused and tumultuous feelings inside as he contemplates the meeting with Deirdre.
She still seems the kind and devoted woman that became acolyte and professed her love. It is hard to believe that Scarlet’s accusations could be true. But what reason would the Dawnsister have to lie about such terrible things and then ask The Sarenrae in my presence to make herself look foolish?
Readying his horse, Faisal swings up to the back of the beast and begins the long journey to Firenze.
Although… The Oracle now wears The Mark around her neck. Jaiyana must have arranged for it to be brought here, like she arranged so many other important events around her death.
So Deirdre must be the True Oracle. Jaiyana would never have passed on the artifact if that were not true. So Scarlet’s accusations must be false.
But she was so plainly surprised and upset by the answers she received, and I am certain that Brother Sigmar would confirm her assertions about the first communion. Arrrgghh. This is maddening.
The Oracle now wears The Mark. What if it’s power extends to indirect divinations regarding the Oracle as well? Could The Goddess of Light and Justice have created an artifact that blocks even Her own power? It would protect the Oracle from corrupt Dawnbrethren seeking to cause harm. Like my sister…
Faisal reviews the questions and their answers in his head.
But that tells me little about her questions of the Oracle, as they would likely be ‘No’ either way. I suppose that means Brother Shin does not enjoy wearing ladies underwear… not particularly relevant. That The Goddess believes I am ‘the greatest man who ever lived’? Tempting to believe, but unlikely.
But it would also mean that Scarlet does intend harm to the Oracle. And if I assume that is true, the rest of this mess makes only slightly more sense than if I assume it is false.
Faisal reaches a fork in the road, one direction heading back to Firenze, and the other leading to the wilderness further north. The despair of his frustrating predicament pulls him away, tempting the warrior to leave to problem behind forever.
The new Duke-Regent of Tuskany sighs as he turns his horse west toward the capital, still unsure if he can really trust either of the two most important women in his life.