At the water's edge in the village he had worked so hard to bring to life, Ollie knelt in the soft, sodden soil, facing the least likely priest he'd ever met.
Across from him, Ignatious knelt in the mud, holding a golden emblem of a sun surrounded by waving flames as he prayed over the soon-to-be knight.
"Though his vigil begins in darkness,
And his feet have carried him far from home,
His heart was forged for greatness,
And his virtues are bound to his bones."
Ignatious's prayer wasn't propper according to any of the forms of the Church but the fallen Inquisitor didn't care what the Church considered proper. What mattered was that the words he spoke on Ollie's behalf were true, and after his conversation with the young man, he firmly believed every word he said.
