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And he put on the garments of vengeance for clothing；
and was clad with zeal for a cloak。
Isaiah 59：17
Edmund Loris； once the Archbishop of Valoret and Primate of All Gwynedd； stared out to sea through the salt…smeared windowpanes of his tower prison and allowed himself a thin smile。 The rare display of self…indulgence did nothing to diminish the fury of the wind shrilling at the ill…fitted glass； but the letter secreted in the breviary under his arm gave its own grim fort。 The offer was princely； befitting even the exalted status he had enjoyed before his fall。
Exhaling softly of his long…hoarded bitterness； Loris bowed his head and shifted the book to hold it in both hands； wary lest the gesture seem to make it too precious in the eyes of his jailers； who could look in on him at any time。 For two years now they had kept him here against his will。 For two years his existence had been defined by the walls of this monastic cell and the token participation permitted him in the life of the rest of the abbey： daily attendance at Mass and Vespers； always in the pany of two silent and all…too…attentive monks； and access to a confessor once each month … seldom the same man twice； and never the same one any two months in succession。 Were it not for one of the lay brothers who brought his meals； whose fondness for intrigue Loris had early discovered； he would have had no contact whatsoever with the outside world。
The outside world … how he longed for it again！ The two years spent in Saint Iveagh's were but an extension of the outrage which had begun a full year before that； with the death of King Brion。 On just such a chill November day as this had Brion Haldane met his doom … blasted from life by the hell…spawned magic of a Deryni sorceress； but leaving an unexpected legacy of forbidden powers to his son and heir； the fourteen…year…old Kelson。
Nor had young Kelson hesitated to seize his unholy patrimony and use it to overturn almost everything Loris held sacred； not the least of which was the Church's stand against the use of magic in whatever form。 And all of this had been done under the guise of his 〃Divine right〃 to rule and his sacred duty to protect his people … though how a king could justify consorting with the powers of evil to effect that protection was beyond Loris' prehension。 By the end of the following summer； with the help of the Deryni heretics Morgan and McLain； Kelson had even managed to turn most of Loris' fellow bishops against him。 Only the ailing Corrigan had remained true … and his faithful heart had given out before he could be subjected to the humiliation Loris finally endured。 The rebel bishops actually believed they had done a great kindness by allowing Loris to attend the travesty of a trial at which they stripped away his offices and banished him to a life of forced contemplation。
Bitter still； but heartened by the prospect of a chance to set things right； the former archbishop tapped the edge of his book lightly against his lips and thought about its secret contents … yet another munication from folk with similar cause to feel uneasy at what the new king had wrought。 The wind whining in the roof slates of Saint Iveagh's sea…girt towers sang of the freedom of the open seas whence it came； bearing the tang of salt air and the cries of the wheeling gulls that circled the abbey during all but the darkest hours of night； and for the first time since his imprisonment； Loris allowed himself to hope that he； too； might soon be free。 For many； many months； he had feared never to taste freedom again except in death。
Oh； he was not fool enough to think there would not be a price … but he could afford to promise anything； for now。 With care and craft； he might play more than one side to his advantage； perhaps eventually being even more powerful than before his fall。 Then he would make himself the instrument of God's retribution； driving the cursed Deryni from the land once and for all。
And the Deryni taint was in the very blood of the king … perhaps in all the Haldane line； not in Kelson alone。 In the very beginning； Loris had thought Kelson's forbidden magic strictly the legacy of his Deryni mother … that poor； conscience…hounded lady who even now kept strict seclusion in another remote abbey； praying for the soul of her Deryni son as well as her own and devoting her life to penance for the evil she carried。 She had confessed her guilt before them all； that solemn day of Kelson's coronation； prepared to sacrifice life and even soul to protect him from the sorceress who had already been responsible for his father's death。
But Queen Jehana； though she had the will； had not the power to fight Kelson's battle for him； and in the end； the young king had had to face the challenge with his own resources … prodigious resources； as it happened； easily equal to the challenge； but frightening in their implications。 While granting that his mother's Deryni blood might have made its contribution。 Kelson had publicly claimed sacred right as the source of his newfound abilities。 Loris had feared otherwise； even at the time； for he remembered stories about the boy's father。
In fact； the more Loris thought on it … and he had had ample time for that in the last two years … the more convinced he became that Brion and hitherto unsuspected Deryni ancestors were as much to blame for Kelson's condition as Jehana。 The full extent of the taint could only be guessed。 Certainly both Brion and his father before him had harbored Deryni at court from time to time。 The detested Morgan and McLain were but the most recent and blatant of many such … and the latter a priest all the while； hypocrite to the core … on both of whom Loris wished only the vilest of fates； for the two were largely responsible for his present situation。
As for Brion； who could deny that the late king once had faced and killed a Deryni sorcerer in single bat？ Loris； then but a parish priest of rising prominence； had heard of the incident only at second and third hand； but even in the first throes of public jubilation at the king's victory； he had been chilled by the recurring suggestion that Brion's opponent； father to the woman eventually responsible for his death； had fallen not alone to Brion's sword but to strange powers wielded by the king himself。 In the taverns for months afterward； haunted eyewitnesses with tongues loosened by ale whispered fearfully of magic worked upon the king by young Morgan before that fateful confrontation … the unleashing of awesome forces which Brion said were benign； the royal legacy of his father … but even that admission cast grave suspicions on the king； so far as Loris was concerned。 Though a man of honest if rigid religious conviction； he was not naive enough to concede that purity of intent and fervence of faith … or Divine favor to an anointed king … had been Brion's salvation； though he kept his misgivings to himself so long as Brion lived。
Now Loris knew that only power such as the Enemy himself wielded could have given Brion victory against such odds； and over such a foe。 And if that power had been granted； or even merely released； by one of the accursed Deryni； then its source was clear： an evil legacy from years of dark alliance with that unholy race。 The double inheritance of evil from Brion and Jehana was doubly damning in their son。 Kelson was beyond redemption； and must be eliminated。
Nor； by the same logic； were Brion's brother Nigel and his brood to be spared … for though uncontaminated by Jehana's blood； still they； like Kelson； traced their ancestry back through the generations of Haldane kings who had carried forward some other variant of Deryni curse from the time of the Restoration。 The land must be freed of this evil； cleansed of the dark Deryni taint。 A new royal line must be raised to rule in Gwynedd … and what better source； and who with better legal claim； than the old royal line of Meara； human to the core； one of whose supporters even now offered assistance to Gwynedd's rightful Primate； if that Primate would support Mearan independence？
With a shiver； Loris slipped his breviary into the breast of his homespun woolen robe and drew his meager cloak around his shoulders … he； who had worn fine linen and silk and furs before being deprived of his office！ Two years of the sparse； simple fare of the Fratri Silentii had pared a handspan from an already trim waist and honed the hawk…like features to even sharper definition； but the hunger which gnawed at Loris now had nothing to do with physical appetites。 As he laid one hand flat against the window glass； his eye was caught by the amethyst on his finger … sole reminder left him of his former rank … and he savored the words of the letter next to his heart。
Meara will bow no more to a Deryni king； the missive had said； echoing his own determination。 If this plan meets with your approval； ask shriving of a monk named Jeroboam who shall e within the week to preach； and be guided by his advice。 Until Laas。。。。
Laas。 The very name conjured images of ancient glories。 It had been the capital of an independent Meara a hundred years before the first Haldanes came to Gwynedd。 From Laas； sovereign Mearan princes had ruled as proudly as any Haldane； and over lands by no means less fair。
But Jolyon； the last Mearan prince； had sired only daughter？ by the time he lay dying a century before； and the eldest； Roisian； was only twelve。 To prevent the rending of his lands by avaricious guardians； regents； and suitors； Jolyon willed his coronet and the hand of Roisian to the strongest man he could find： Malcolm Haldane； newly crowned King of Gwynedd； a respected former adversary。
But Jolyon's final act found little favor with Meara's native sons； the prince had read his nobles well。 Before Malcolm could even bed his young bride； dissident Mearan knights abducted both of the queen's sisters and proclaimed the elder； Roisian's twin； Meara's sovereign princess。 Malcolm put down the ensuing rebellion in less than a month； capturing and hanging several of the ringleaders； but he never did locate the stolen princesses … though he encountered their heirs many times in the years which followed。 He moved Meara's territorial capital from Laas to the more central Ratharkin the following summer； both for greater ease of administration and to lessen the importance of Laas as a symbol of former Mearan sovereignty； but the ancient city remained； from time to time； a rallying point for cadet lines of the old royal house which waxed with each new generation and as swiftly waned whenever Haldane expeditions swept into the principality to quash the beginnings of revolt … and execute pretenders。 Malcolm and his son Donal were scrupulous about their periodic 〃Mearan housecleaning；〃 as Donal called it； but King Brion had taken such action only once during his reign； shortly after the birth of his own son。 The venture； while necessary； had been so personally distasteful that he had avoided even considering the need for a repeat campaign a generation later。
Now Brion's softness was likely to cost his son a throne。 The current Mearan Pretender had no cause to love King Kelson； for she had lost a husband as well as a child the last time a Haldane flexed his strength in Meara。 It was even rumored in Meara that an impassive Brion had watched the baby prince put to the sword … a lie promulgated by Mearan dissidents； though it was true that the child had died。 Soon afterward； the self…styled Princess Caitrin of Meara； descendant of Queen Roisian's twin； took as husband and consort the ambitious younger brother of one of Gwynedd's earls and disappeared into the mountains to breed rebellion and more pretenders … until Brion's death brought them out of hiding。 It was one of Caitrin's agents who had contacted Loris。
Sighing； Loris pressed his nose against the glass of his prison and watched an autumn squall…line crawl toward the shore from the northwest； well aware that many would regard what he was about to do as treason。 He did not。 It was a means to an end。 If he had learned one thing in more than half a century of service to his faith； it was that the integrity of Holy Mother Church depended upon temporal dealings as well as spiritual ones。 Higher loyalties than those binding him to any tempora