A few days layer, we all left the village by the brook. I had carefully packaged all the old books from Temple of Naigha, because those went back hundreds of years and they contain the births and deaths and weddings and everything else the priestesses noted. The oldest books were falling apart a bit, but nothing a good scribe couldn’t fix, I think. We need to get a bunch of those, from Valdis or Turenay, to go through the countryside and ask the priestesses in the Temples for access to the books, to make a history of Idanyas.
We also took the statue of Naigha, which is strange-looking — without mantle, it’s feet, ankles, a pillar, and then breasts, shoulders, arms and head. Together with the books it’s on the donkey cart.
We were quite a big group, but since we had taken all the food stores in the village, and those from the farm, we didn’t need to hunt. Food was a bit boring, but stories weren’t, and it was so good to hear these people making plans. Ruyin can smith, even though he never was apprenticed. So that’s sorted, every village needs a blacksmith, and Moryi and I will provide the anvil. Orian and Black Cynla want to open an inn, so the new village needs to be close to a busy road. Jinla has been acting like she was the Priestess of Naigha for some time now; maybe we can have the Temple in Selday send her help so she can learn the job?
One of the mates of Seran clearly needed to talk to me… He walked next to me, and from his expression I could see he didn’t know how to start, so I did…
“Hey… You’re upset, right, about Seran?”
He nodded, “Yes… Not that he had to die… He was a jerk, to the bone. But… Is it that easy for you to kill someone? With just a thought?”
“Ah…” I sighed. “No, it’s not easy, it just seemed easy. You know, I’m a doctor, too? I can keep people alive, but that means I know what makes them tick. So, yes, it wasn’t difficult to kill him. Execute him. Technically! But it was hard…”
“I guess I don’t understand you…” he replied.
“Well, I had been talking to him, I was talking to him. There were alternatives, but he was sick of himself. He knew he was that complete asshole, with nothing good to him, a jerk to the bone. Like you all thought of him; keep that in mind, too!
“He had no real friends, only mates he worked with. And I’m pretty sure the jobs you and Cynla carried out weren’t all that nice, right?”
“No… There was that time in Banay… I’d better not talk about that with the Sheriff of all Idanyas.”
“No,” I answered dryly, “You’d certainly better not.”
We walked a bit, in silence and then I continued.
“So, he knew he was a bad person. He knew he had hurt the girl. He knew he’d never be able to be a father for his son; and he knew he’d had a choice. He could’ve wooed Halla, right? There aren’t that many men around… He could’ve waited for her, he could have…
“But he didn’t do that, he raped her. And that has been preying on his mind ever since.
“So, when he realized that, and realized that it wasn’t just going to be punishment, dying, but a chance to join Naigha, and gain Her forgiveness and welcome — he became quiet.
“And all I had to do was take his head between my breasts, and give him leave to go from his body. I guess… Priestesses of Naigha have a dagger for that.
“I’ve got my gift.”
After that he nodded, and I joined Moyri. I needed to be held closely and talk about this. Because Moyri had also noticed that some people had become afraid of me. The Sheriff who kills with a touch of her mind.
Damn… That’s something we really don’t need. For the next couple of days, I’ll be as non-threateningly cute as I can be, I think!