Subject: Re: Back in the jungle

OOC: The intrepid siamese mages will wait to see how this plays out.

Subject: Re: Back in the jungle

When Mission puts his hand on Cadfael's shoulder his free hand moves immediately to the dagger at his side. It is half out of its sheath before Mission's words give him pause. They stand there for a while, the monk with an easy and deceptively relaxed smile looking intently into Cadfael's eerily blank face.

Cadfael glances behind him, "The Halfling's big, sharp pointy instrument does not appear to be heading in the right direction." He smiles back at Mission, "Perhaps we should wait for him. If he cannot find a mountain I doubt that he can follow even my trail."

He rams his dagger back in his sheath and steps around Mission, "Come then Brother, most are not so lucky to know exactly when and where they will meet their fate. Considering all the trouble these Gods have gone through on your account we should not be late."

He takes two quick steps ahead of Mission and, to the monk's surprise, turns and raises his hand to grasp the man's shoulder. They stand as they did a moment before, only with their roles reversed. "Mission, though light cannot harm a stone do not forget that you are flesh. If the Blood of Light falls upon you your soul will burn away. It would sadden me if this were to happen to you..."

Cadfael lets his hand fall and continues into the jungle. With his back to Mission he finishes the thought, "After I've saved your son I want to kill you myself."

Subject: Re: Back in the jungle

Mission lets his grin widen, "Why then, surely, I shall die. But there's a long way between this jungle and Promise's safety-- let's not get ahead of ourselves."

Or everyone else. He can hear the mages breathing back in the clearing, hear Garyth shifting uncomfortably in his armor. Unsure, all of them, what to do with this lunatic.

No-- he realizes his mistake. These lunatics. The two of them. Cadfael and Mission. Lunatics. That's how the rest of them were bound to see him, joking lightly with Cadfael, as if his threat meant nothing.

But Cadfael's threat DID mean nothing. Who was Cadfael, or the Gods, even, to wrangle the Path? And so he treated Cadfael's threat lightly. The Path would stretch itself out as it ever had. Mission had only to keep his feet upon it, whether in life or in death.

He faces Cadfael squarely. "The Path will lead as it must. If I am to die at your hands, I will die. But I have your oath now that Promise will be safe before my death, and that is hope for me. Thank you, Cadfael."