Everything was gray. Starfell does not belong in Dorne. Southeast of
the desert and the ruling houses.; because of this they had some control
over their own the affairs far of the Martel family.
This case was different. A young lady name Sapientia was found dead in a
local temple. Very few people around the kingdoms cared much about their religious practices in Starfell, no one cared about
their politics much less their religious institutions. But this crime was
different.
Many stories have been about the beauty of a woman. These stories are
common because they point toward a major issues on all societies. The issue of
sex and love or maybe those are in the wrong order. Maybe not. Wisdom was
the daughter of a religious priest of sought. Not very rich but well of,
those who deals with the matters of the Divine are often well supplied. Some
way disagree on the reasons for that and so in these stories and even in
our minds, this always play a part.
Should we have compassion on the father of this terrible story. Or is his
compassion render lost after sticking his head in something he had no
business dealing with, namely, the matters of the soul. In any case, a
death of a love one is always something difficult to deal with. His head is
Someplace that not very many long to dwell,
so
he mourns in private, in a small room at
top of a large temple on a raining day.
Now the Martels did not come but representative were sent to this town to judge
and investigate the situation, as is common, a burdensome job. In many ways you
are not welcomed. Not only is it gray, cold and raining but something
Strange
had already taken place in a place where nothing often take place.
Now these judges are adding to an already toxic, emotionally taxing tone.
What can you do. It's your job. You go and try to find someone that will
talk.
"Do you have any idea who killed this young lady"
"How would I know? I just keep to myself and mind my business most of the
time. Anit that what we are thought to do. Tend your grass, mind your
field,
anit that what you will recommend I do when this conversation is
Over.
Why then do you ask me what happen. I can't keep my head down and be
in other people affairs at the same time now can I? So please let me alone
and go look for answers elsewhere."
The old angry persons sat on their hands and it rain all that day.
Now there was a man who thought the students but in this rain the school
and church were one.
You learn your
abc's
and you learn that In the
beginning
God created
the heavens and
the earth.
"Yeah I knew her. At least I thought I did you know. Who knows. People
talked, said she was sleeping around and doing other things but when I saw
Her,
like I said. Who knows"
"How did you feel about her?"
"Feel? I don't know, doesn't seem right to "feel" anything towards her, I
mean she's my student, I try to keep a safe distance you know"
"Well thank you, we have gotten more out of this than anywhere else,
BUT
can we get you on record saying
you did not do it?"
"Yes, of course, me,
Never
I just keep my head down and focus on my work"
After they had gone about to question people, they rested and review their
ideas. One of them pick up the holy book of
These People
for he had never
heard of it
But
in fragments and bits.
"These worship an murderous God, look at this book of Joshua, here read
this:
And I, and all the people that are with me, will approach unto the city:
and it shall come to pass, when they come out against us, as at the first,
that
we will flee before them,
(For they will come out after us) till we
have
drawn them from the city;
for they will say, They flee before us, as
at the first: therefore we will flee before them.
Then
ye shall rise up
from the ambush, and seize upon the city: for the Lord your God will
deliver it into your hand."
"They believe God is on their side no matter what and so wicked men conceived themselves to do evil in the name of God. How is it possible? Just look at their
book of blood"
That night it rain steadily and the blood of Wisdom cried out in the streets.
There was important work to be done back in the capital and so the two men did not want to waste
any
more
time in the bucket of mud and water. There was one last person with which they must speak and then
it's a unsolved/ no one wants to talk/ and no one cares.
"My daughter was not a whore. Man lusted after her. I saw their eyes. Go around and ask and see if you can find any man who did not like the way she
LOOK.
But they did not know her.
They took no time to get to know her and when she talked they refused to listen. They wanted to grab her and take hold of her
For their pleasure
but she refused them and they grow
itter
and so
I have sent her away
to somewhere she could be safe
Lest
she be raped and defiled or is that in the wrong order"
"Why then did you report her dead and wasted all of our time
Old
man!"
"I did not report that she was dead, the men assumed she was dead because they could not see her."
The two men stormed out of the house with rage and gather their horses and fled the cold, wet town and it rain all day."
