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ny temporal lord bound him to his future course； for as bishop as well as priest he was duty…bound to root out evil and corruption。 Inevitably； the source of that corruption lay in the devil's brood called the Deryni。
The Deryni must be eradicated … every last one of them。 The time was past for leniency； for trying to save their souls。 Though Loris' mind recoiled at the thought of raising hand against an anointed king … Kelson； whom he himself had crowned … the thought of not raising hand against a servant of darkness on the throne repelled him even more。
The boy had put on a bold charade； but blood would always run true； in the end。 For the sake of every soul in Gwynedd； the Deryni heresy must be stamped out … and Edmund Loris would use whatever means he must to acplish that end。
CHAPTER ONE
He made him a lord of his house； and ruler of all his substance： to bind his princes at his pleasure。
Psalms 105：21…22
The Bishop of Meara was dead。 In more stable times； that fact might have elicited little more than academic interest on the part of Duke Alaric Morgan； for his duchy of Corwyn lay far on the other side of Gwynedd； well beyond the reach of any Mearan prelate's influence。 Bishops there were whose passing would have meant a personal loss to Morgan； but Carsten of Meara was not one of them。
This is not to say that Morgan had regarded Carsten as an enemy。 On the contrary； even though the old bishop had been of a very different generation； bred in an age when fear of magic had made far greater men rabid in their intolerance of such as Corwyn's Deryni duke； Carsten had never succumbed to the open hostility displayed by some。 When； on the premature accession of Kelson Haldane to the throne of Gwynedd； it had bee increasingly clear that the young king was somehow heir to magical abilities which the Church had e to condemn as heretical over the years … powers that Kelson intended to use for the protection of his kingdom … Carsten had retired quietly to his episcopal holdings in Meara； rather than choose between his fanatically anti…Deryni archbishop and his more moderate brethren who supported the king despite the questionable status of his Deryni soul。 The king's party had eventually prevailed； and the deposed Archbishop Loris languished even now in the secure Abbey of Saint Iveagh； high in the sea cliffs north of Carbury。 Morgan himself thought the sentence far too lenient to balance the harm Loris had done human…Deryni relations by his venom； but it had been the remendation of Loris' successor； the scholarly Bradene of Grecotha； and was actively supported by the majority of Gwynedd's other bishops。
No such majority prevailed in the consistory Morgan now watched in the chamber below； assembled in Culdi to elect old Carsten's successor。 The unexpected vacancy in the See of Meara had touched off old； old controversies regarding its tenure。 Mearan separatists had been agitating for a Mearan…born prelate for as long as Morgan could remember； and had been agitating in vain through the reigns of at least three Haldane kings。 This was the first time that young Kelson had had to face the ongoing argument； but with the king less than a fortnight past his seventeenth birthday； it was not likely to be the last。 Even now； he was addressing the assembled bishops in the chamber below； outlining the factors he wished them to consider in weighing the many candidates。
Suppressing a cough； Morgan shifted forward on the hard stone seat in the listening gallery and eased aside the heavy curtain to peer down。 He could see only Kelson's back from this angle； stiff and formal in a long scarlet court robe； but Conall； Prince Nigel's eldest son and second in line to the throne after his father； was visible in profile to Kelson's right； looking very bored。 The bishops themselves seemed attentive enough； but many of those watching from the tiered benches along the walls wore stormy faces。 Morgan could identify several of the principal aspirants to the vacant Mearan See。
〃We wish； therefore； to reassure you that the Crown will not interfere unduly in your election； my lords；〃 the king was saying； 〃but we enjoin you to consider well the candidates who shall e under your examination in the ing days。 The name of the individual eventually chosen matters little to us； personally； but the peace of Meara matters a great deal。 That is why we have spent this past season progressing through our Mearan lands。 We recognize that a bishop's principal function is to provide spiritual guidance … yet we would be naive in the extreme if we did not also acknowledge the temporal power wielded by the incumbent of any such office。 All of you are well aware of the weight your opinions carry in our own secular deliberations。〃
He went on； but Morgan released the curtain with a bored sigh and folded his arms along the railing； allowing his attention to drift as he laid his head on his crossed forearms and closed his eyes。
They had gone over all of this before。 Morgan had not been along on the royal progress； having business of his own in Corwyn； but he joined the king as soon as word arrived of old Carsten's death。 His first night back in the royal entourage。 Archbishop Cardiel had briefed him on the political ramifications and acceptable successors； while Kelson listened and Duncan occasionally added 。his own observations。 Duncan was down there now at Cardiel's side； poised and attentive in his clerical black … at thirty…one； young even to be serving as a bishop's secretary； much less an incipient bishop himself； though he had shown sufficient promise even a full five years ago to be appointed the then … Prince Kelson's chaplain and given the rank of Monsignor。
Not that Duncan would be Carsten's successor … though many might have feared that； had they known of his impending change of status。 Fortunately； most did not。 The bishops knew； of course。 Cardiel had determined to make Duncan his assistant even before Carsten's death； and had spearheaded his election as one of the first items of business when the convocation convened a few days earlier。
But partially because Duncan's secular status already presented plications in the deliberations ahead； and partially because he wished to delay his formal consecration until the following Easter； no public announcement had yet been made。 Duncan's very presence at the convocation； ostensibly as secretary for the proceedings； had been enough to raise eyebrows among the Mearan clergy and lay observers in attendance。
Nor did Mearan uneasiness spring from the fact that Duncan； like Morgan； was Deryni … though the Deryni question had certainly presented problems of its own in the beginning； and doubtless would continue to be a factor of varying importance。 For nearly two centuries； no known Deryni had been permitted ordination to the priesthood。 Discovery that Duncan was Deryni and had been so ordained had sparked a panicked flurry of ecclesiastical speculation as to how many other Deryni might have served in the clergy secretly； to the possible detriment of uncountable human souls to whom they might have ministered … and how many might be serving now？ No one knew how virulent the infection might be； if Deryni consorted unbeknownst with decent Christian folk。 The very thought had sent men like Edmund Loris into near…apoplectic fits on more than one occasion。
Fortunately； cooler logic than Loris' had eventually prevailed。 Under the physical protection of a part…Deryni king； both Duncan and Morgan had managed to convince a majority of the ecclesiastical hierarchy that they； at least； did not fit the image of evil for so long attributed to Deryni … for surely evil men would not have put themselves so thoroughly at risk to save their king and kingdom from another of their race。
But while Morgan could quickly return to a status not unlike that which he had enjoyed before the death of Brion … known and sometimes feared for what he was； but nonetheless grudgingly respected； if only for the threat of what he might do if provoked … Duncan's situation required more delicate handling。 Once he and Morgan had made peace with the bishops； the Deryni priest had spent many agonizing weeks reconciling his own conscience on the matter of having accepted ordination to the priesthood when he knew it was forbidden to Deryni。 He had resumed his priestly function only after Kelson's victory at Llyndruth Meadows。
In Duncan's favor； at least； was the fact that few outside the confines of consistory and court definitely knew he was Deryni； and whatever rumor and innuendo might be whispered beyond that circle of intimates； scrupulous avoidance of any public display of magic had enabled Duncan not to confirm anything。 He was not known to be Deryni by most； he was only known to consort with them … Morgan and the king； in particular。 Arilan； now the Bishop of Dhassa； was Deryni too； but among the bishops only Cardiel knew that … as did a meager handful outside the episcopal ranks … for neither Arilan nor Duncan had had to reveal their powers against Wencit at the Llyndruth Meadows confrontation two years before。 Morgan did not fully trust Arilan； but he was sure he and Cardiel were largely responsible for Duncan's cautious acceptance among the clergy。 Certainly； Duncan could not have been elected bishop without their support。
What gave the Mearans cause to distrust Duncan； then； had almost entirely to do with Duncan's secular status； for following his father's death without other heir； Duncan had assumed the ducal and county titles of Cassan and Kierney … titles which had once belonged to Old Meara。 To Mearan separatists； working to establish a powerbase for a Mearan restoration； a Cassani duke loyal to the crown of Gwynedd was merely a political annoyance across the northern border； to be worked around and watched； as Duncan's father had been watched for years； but if that duke was also a high…ranking priest； and Meara's only bishopric fell suddenly vacant； matters instantly became more plicated。 A Cassani royalist duke who also became Bishop of Meara would wield both spiritual and temporal authority over two vast areas。
Indeed； Duncan's election to any bishopric would be viewed with suspicion in Meara； for even if he himself had no aspirations in that direction； his politically motivated wishes could carry great weight in the selection of the man who was chosen to occupy the Mearan See。 Monsignor The Duke of Cassan represented a threat； then； for all that he seemed to be an innocuous…looking priest…secretary seated quietly beside the Archbishop of Rhemuth。
Smothering another cough； Morgan glanced down at the consistory chamber again … Kelson was winding up his speech … then allowed his gaze to drift lazily over his own form； reflecting on the effort which had gone into making his image less threatening in the past two years。 Gone was the somber black attire which a younger； more arrogant Morgan had affected in those days as Brion's shadow and confidant。 Cardiel had told him quite frankly that such affectations only tended to reinforce the sinister notions most people still entertained about Deryni。
〃Why dress as the Adversary？〃 Cardiel demanded。 〃You've shown amply by your actions that you're a servant of Light； not Darkness。 Why； with your pale hair and fair features； you could have e off my chapel ceiling： one of the Lord's messengers … maybe even blessed Michael himself！〃
And Lord Rathold； his wardrober at Coroth； had badgered him no less mercilessly about his ducal image。
〃You must think of your people。 Your Grace！〃 Rathold had said stubbornly。 〃You dress like a mon soldier； when you have your way。 No one wishes to think he serves an impoverished master … or to have others think it！ 'Tis a matter of pride！〃
And so； unless there was a need for stealth； the sable leathers had been put aside and replaced with color： a deep burgundy cloak at first； as a self…conscious concession to his rank as King's Champion … he could not bring himself to adopt the crimson Kelson favored … but worn over muted； conservative grey； with little embellishment。 Deep blues followed； and eventually greens and golds and even particolors … the rich jewel…tones rather than bright shades。 Eventually； he even learned to like them。
His body squire had chosen verdant hues f