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Karl left the wagon, studiously ignoring Sir Franka while she did the same. He found that he was tired and so he headed back towards were his blanket was to get some sleep. On the way he heard and smelled bacon cooking. Following these he found Henri and several of the scouts sitting around a fire cooking breakfast. Finding that he was suddenly very hungry and went over to them. He was invited to join them and he gratefully accepted. As he sat down and accepted a plate, he asked them how their scouting had gone.
"Not well." Henri admitted
"We tracked a group of Beastmen and found several dead ones, but the others were too far gone into the forest for us to follow. They're definitely regrouping in the forest. I expect we'll see another attack in a day or two, knowing Beastmen as I do."
"Always the optimist." One of the men said jokingly.
"Well, one thing is for sure," another interjected; "They won't take us by surprise again. His lordship will see to that." There was a round of guilty and rueful forced laughter from the men and Karl felt his own face grow hot at the memory of his ignoring the alarms and going back to sleep. He shuddered at the thought of what Marx and Wilhelmina would say, or worse, do, if they were here and saw what he had done. Worst of all, he thought about what Clare would say. He resolved never to do what he had done again.
After he had eaten, he found that he could not sit still and so he got up and started moving about the camp. As he walked his mind went back to Lady von Dorchener and her words. He wondered what exactly it was she suspected and what she planned to do about it. He felt a flash of resentment at once again being sidelined. He was tired of being treated as nothing but a tool, used and passed around from one user to another and never told what was going on. He felt his temper rising as his line of thought continued.
He was not a dog! To be told to attack, defend or find things out and then treated as if he were some moron who could not be trusted with anything sensitive! Inside him the Wolf growled in agreement and he found himself growling as well. Seeing several people stare at him he forced himself to calm down. Losing his temper would not help, if he wanted things to change he would have to control his temper and develop some self-control. As he came to this decision he looked around and found that he was near the wagon of Doctor Cusher. The Doctor himself was sitting outside writing in a book and did not appear to have noticed Karl.
Karl watched him write for a few minutes, fascinated by the Doctor's action. As before he thought of how reading was like magic, now that he thought of it, he so supposed writing was even more so. The man was literally drawing sounds on paper. Sounds that might be read by people ten years from now; perhaps even a hundred years from now. Karl supposed that that counted as a form of immortality. He was suddenly conscious of his own inability to either read or write and he felt his face flush with embarrassment. With a shake of his head he moved on.
So what if he couldn't make or understand or make some scratching on paper? He was a warrior! He hunted and killed monsters! He doubted that the Doctor would last a minuet if he had to do what Karl did! Even as he thought it he knew that he was trying to make himself feel better about his illiteracy and it was not succeeding. He still felt stupid when he thought about it. Not wanting to keep feeling this way he tried to think about something else.
He wondered what Lady von Dorchener was planning regarding the Chaos warrior. He did not think that they had sufficient men to launch an assault on the Beastmen, especially as the warrior was clearly a powerful sorcerer. Perhaps she would send Karl to assassinate the warrior. If that was the case Karl was not sure that he would be successful unless he was able to take the warrior off-guard. They would be surrounded by Beastmen and Karl doubted that the warrior would be willing to fight a one-on-one duel when he literally had an army at his beck and call. Even if he did not, Karl was not sure that he could defeat him, what he had seen had convinced him that the Chaos warrior was a spellcaster easily as powerful as Marx and if he had time to work his magic Karl was not sure that he could take him and he doubted that Lady von Dorchener did not know or suspect that as well. So what did that leave? For the life of him he could not think of what it might be. Just then he realized that he was being watched. Looking up he saw that Doctor Cusher was looking up at him.
"Oh, hello." He said; "Karl isn't it?" Embarrassed to have been caught spying on the man Karl merely nodded. For a moment they stood in awkward silence, then to break it Karl began to speak.
"What are you writing?" The doctor smiled in slightly self-deprecating manner.
"Oh, nothing important, it is just my journal. After all that happened last night I just recently finished treating the wounded and I felt the need to write down all that has happened. I find that writing things down helps to calm and relax me." Again it struck Karl how casually the man spoke of doing something which to him seemed fantastic.
"Why did you become a doctor?" He had not meant to ask it out loud. He had been thinking it and he said it without thinking. Cusher smiled.
"Well, it rather runs in the family. My father was a professor of philosophy at the University of Altdorf and my mother was a devotee of Verena, the goddess of wisdom and learning. Thus, I grew up in an environment of learning and seeking answers. So, I suppose that it was inevitable that I should grow up enjoying books and learning. I came into the service of the Baron and he sponsored me during my studies." He paused and his expression became one of displeasure.
"In truth, one thing I dislike most of this exile is that the lands of the Border Princes are not knowing for their books and learning, rather the opposite in fact. An uncivilized place ruled by brutes with swords. Most likely all Ulricans." Karl bristled a little at the insult to his god, but he restrained himself, his curiosity peeked by something that Cusher had said.
"You don't think much of men skilled at arms?" Cusher held up his hand.
"No, no," he said emphatically; "I have nothing but respect for the Baron and his sons.
"What I object to are those who think that physical strength and skill at arms is all that it takes. In fact, I have made quite the study of warfare and one thing that I have learned is that superior intelligence can often overcome superior strength and numbers."
"Indeed?" Karl asked, not sure if he would believe that this man; however knowledgeable, would know about war than men who had been fighting their entire lives.
"Oh yes." Cusher said enthusiastically, clearly pleased to have someone to listen to him talk.
"In fact," he said looking around for something for a moment before giving up; "I have a whole chest of books on warfare. They detail virtually everything that one needs to know about how to conduct a war, in fact, the Baron himself has often consulted me on such matters." Karl found himself coming to share the man's enthusiasm. A thought occurred to him, perhaps this man would know what was going on and be able to give him some insight into what Lady von Dorchener could be planning.
"So," he said sitting down on a chest; "What do you think the enemy is going to do?" The man sat back and stroked his chin in thought.
"There are several possibilities. If this was a more civilized enemy they might offer to parley, or attempt to starve us out. However; the Beastmen are unlikely to do either of these."
"Why?" Karl asked. Cusher's expression became one of pleasure and leaned back and began to speak and his voice took on a lecturing tone.
"Well, from the bodies that I saw the Beastmen who attacked us were of a number of different tribes. The defeat last night would have shaken their confidence in whatever Beastmen brought them all together. Assuming that it was not killed in the fighting last night the creature will doubtless find it challenged by any who think that they can do a better job of leading." Remembering the fight he had seen between the two Beatmen that the Chaos Warrior had interrupted Karl found that he could very well agree with the man.
"And once they have settled that issue?"
"Then there are several courses of action that they could take. They might decide that we are not worth the effort and leave us alone. Though pleasant to contemplate, I highly doubt that they will take that course of action. They do not like to admit defeat in any form and any leader who would admit defeat when they were still quite capable of winning would find itself facing a whole horde of challengers." Again, Karl could not disagree with what he was being told. Cusher continued speaking.
"They could attempt to attack again. That would be more in keeping with their nature, especially if the leader needs to prove itself to the rest of the Beastmen."
"They tried that though," Karl objected; "And they failed. Everyone says that Beastmen are stupid, but surely even they know that trying the same thing when they have fewer forces at their disposal will have the same result." Cusher smiled, clearly pleased and enjoying the debate.
"Ah, you see, they would not do it the same way. The last time they tried to be clever, launching multiple attacks and attempting to hamstring us by killing or scattering our livestock. I doubt that will do that again. They know that they can break through our lines and it was only due to our ability to defeat the individual groups that were succeeded. Next time they may forgo subtlety and simply attempt to crush us with their numbers.
"Or, if they have a particularly cunning or patient leader, they might wait and hope that we deem the danger has passed and continue to move on our way and then attack us when we break our fortifications. Or they could launch a feint attack to attempt to draw us out and chase them into the forest, though it is rare for them to use such a tactic. Beastmen do not usually care for such tactics. That requires a level of coordination which is usually beyond their abilities and they do not usually willingly retreat, so once they start running it is hard to get them to stop." Karl found that he was impressed, from what he had seen everything that the man had said was true.
"So, what do you think the Baron will do?" Again the man paused to think and Karl found himself hoping to hear something which would tell him what was going to happen next and what part that Lady von Dorchener had planned for him to play.
"I am not sure, the Baron will likely consult me, but he knows that I have been working with the wounded most of the night. So, he will likely permit me time to rest before he speaks to me.
"But, once again, there are several courses of action which can be taken. In the first place, we could simply sit here and hope either for the Beastmen to either give up and go away; or that they simply throw themselves against us until they exhaust their strength and give up. As I said earlier; however, the first part is unlikely for them to give up while we are still here.
"Another option is to attempt to sally out and attack them, though this is unlikely for two reasons. The first being we simply do not have the numbers for such an attack and in the second place, any such force would be quickly ambushed by the Beastmen, who are far more adept at fighting in the forests than most men can ever hope to be, so an attack on our part is unlikely.
"If the situation was different we could call for help, but, with things being as they are as far as the Baron, I doubt that anyone would come. Also, I have no idea who, if anyone, lives near here and if they have the strength to deal with the Beastmen, if they did it would be unlikely that they would be here in the first place. So I fear that this is a storm which we shall have to weather. Unless of course Lady von Dorchener has some insight which she has not shared with me." A distinct note of unhappiness entered his voice which Karl noticed.
"You do not care for the Lady von Dorchener?" Again the doctor made a hasty sign of denial.
"Actually, I rather enjoy Her Ladyship's company. Over the years we have had many enjoyable debates, but, as I told you earlier, I have a problem with magic. Dependence on magic produces an elitist system and, to be blunt, I do not find magic to be sufficiently reliable to count on. It can fail and it can turn on you. Knowledge of what magic-users consider to be mundane, on the other hand, can be used by all and is far more reliable and is far safer. One person in a hundred can produce a lightning bolt, but all one hundred can use black powder. One in a hundred can use magic to heal a wound or sickness, but a hundred can learn medicine, an art which marches ever forward. Humans can only learn one branch of magic safely, or as safe as the study of magic ever is, but one can study as many branches of knowledge as one has the ability to learn.
"The main reason that the practitioners of magic were first legitimized was due to the need for their abilities on the battlefield. While I do not wish to take away from their efforts and sacrifices, I would point out that the College of Engineers has made as great a contribution to the defense of the Empire as the Colleges of Magic and they have produced the handguns, cannons and all the other weapons of war which can be used by anyone. So who do you find to be of greater use?" Karl could only shrug.
"You make some good points Herr Doctor.
"Well," he said rising; "I shall leave you to your writings." With that he departed.
As he walked away he thought about what the doctor had said. He thought of all the books that he had seen in Marx's home and elsewhere. Was there really so much power in ink on paper? If that was the case he found himself wishing even more that he knew how to read. He thought of Clare and how she was struggling to learn the art of reading. Perhaps that was as great a skill as any of the magic which she was learning.
He turned his mind to what Doctor Cusher had said about what the Beastmen where likely to do. He was certain that the Beastmen would attack again, in that he was in agreement with the Doctor, but he was not sure how that attack would take place. He did not think that the warrior would simply throw his forces at the defenders. He wondered if the warrior would attempt to use his magic to break the defenders. That would result in a duel between him and Lady von Dorchener. He had seen them both use their abilities and he was not sure which one was more powerful. Additionally, he was sure that the warrior knew about the Lady von Dorchener. He did not know if the warrior would take her on directly if he had other options. From what he had seen the warrior had little to no regard for the lives of the Beastmen and Karl could very easily see him sending them in to distract her while he attacked her while she was distracted.
On the other hand, while the Beastmen feared him, he was sure that they hated him as well and if he got too many of them killed it was likely that he would find himself challenged again and again till one of them got lucky. So he was not sure what was going to happen and what Lady von Dorchener was likely to have him do. He wondered if she would have him attempt to assassinate the warrior, he had already considered that and she was sure that she had as well, no, he was sure that she had something else in mind. He supposed that he would simply have to wait until she saw fit to tell him. With nothing else to do he found that he was tired and so he went to his bedroll and went to sleep. He was awoken by someone kicking his foot. He was instantly awake and searching for his weapons.
"If I was here to kill you, you would already be dead." Sir Franka informed him in a slightly derisive tone of voice.
"Come, Her Ladyship wishes to speak to you. Come." With that, she turned and walked off. Muttering to himself Karl pulled on his boots and followed after her.
As they walked along Sir Franka completely ignored him and he found that this was getting on his nerves. He had, as far as he knew, done nothing to her to deserve such treatment and he was done taking it. With a determined look on his face he hurried up to walk alongside her.
"Have I offended you in some way?" She gave him a look of mock confusion.
"I have no idea what you are talking about." He felt his temper flare and it pushed past any reserves which he might otherwise have had.
"Don't give me that woman! I never laid eyes on you before this expedition and yet you have treated me like I killed you dog or something and I want to know why!" At his words she turned on him, her eyes flashing and Karl mentally smiled.
Since leaving his village and even before he had observed that people were far more inclined to speak honestly, or at least saying what was on their minds. Additionally, Sir Franka saw Karl as nothing but a peasant, her social inferior, and would therefore not only be even more angered by impertinence on his part, but would also feel that she could lash out at him with little to no fear of consequences.
"Listen," she hissed through clenched teeth; "I do not need to explain myself to you, peasant! We are not equals, you are here because of that jumped-up warlock Marx said you had skills that could be of use to the Baron. However; after your recent actions, I have failed to see anything of value about you. Perhaps your master merely sent you along with us in an effort to be rid of you. Now be silent! I have no desire to either hear your voice, nor converse with you!" With that she turned and walked on. Karl for his part fell silent, still somewhat sensitive about what had happened prior to the attack.
When they arrived at Lady von Dorchener's wagon Ebbo was there and showed Karl inside. The Lady herself was seated at the table, a pensive look on her face. When Karl approached she looked up. She indicated a table upon which was a piece of paper with something drawn on it. Ebbo bowed and made to withdraw, but she stopped him with a motion of her hand.
"No, stay Ebbo. This concerns you as well." Ebbo bowed and came closer, a pleased look on his face. Lady von Dorchener retuned her attention to Karl.
"I fear that we are in for a siege." Karl raised an eyebrow.
"Indeed?" He asked, his mind going back to his conversation with Doctor Cusher. Either not seeing this, or choosing to ignore it, continued.
"Yes, fortunately I do not anticipate the siege being a long one.
"Look at this," here she indicated the paper. It was mostly blank save for a rough square in the center and some shading on the sides of it.
"This," she said indicating the square; "Is our camp and this," she moved her hand to indicate the shaded area; "Is the forest.
"After the failure of their previous attack the Beastmen will attempt something different. It is also likely that the Chaos Warrior himself will likely intervene directly himself this time and so I shall be prepared for him." She took up a piece of charcoal and made several marks on the paper at various points of the camp.
"I shall place wards at these points. While they will not be able to prevent the warrior from using his powers completely, they will weaken them and limit his effectiveness on the battlefield. If the Goddess is with us not only will this result in a second defeat, which may cause them to give up, though I admit that I doubt that is likely.
"What I am more hopeful for is that the Beastmen see that the warrior was of little help in the battle. As the leader he will be blamed for the defeat and will be seen as weak. This will result in him being challenged and with a little more luck he will be killed and the Beastmen will fall to fighting for leadership of the herd. Even if he prevails he will be forced to kill some of the strongest Beastmen under his command, weakening the herd as a whole."
"So what do you need me for? I am no wizard."
"A fact that I am very much aware of. There are components which I require for the spells which I intent to cast. Fortunately, what I need can be obtained from the forest around here." She indicated Ebbo.
"My apprentice shall go out and gather them. I need you to guard him while he does so. Fortunately, from what you have told me you will not be going anywhere near where the Beastmen are camped, but I want you there just in case." Ebbo looked less than thrilled, but determined.
"When do you leave?" You leave in the morning before dawn, unfortunately some of the materials must be gathered under the light of the morning sun. Be here an hour before sunrise." The dismissal was clear and so Karl departed and returned to his bedroll. As he lay down, he found that he regretted having slept earlier and did not dare go to sleep again, for fear he would not awaken time. Thus, he simply remained awake until the appointed time.
This meant that he was tired and inclined to be cranky when he returned to meet Ebbo. The man for his part appeared to be equal parts nervous and eager. Fortunately, he did not speak for which Karl was grateful for he did not feel like engaging in conversation. They left the camp without incident and made their way towards the forest. As a near the edge of the trees Ebbo removed a pair of shears, which appeared to have been made of silver, bent down over some plants which Karl did not recognize and began cutting. Once cut, he placed them in the bag from which you drawn the shears. After he collected several specimens, he rose and began looking about for something else. Despite his weariness, Karl found himself intrigued.
"What of those plans for?" He asked. Ebbo, for his part, look for a moment as if you just been addressed by one of the plants around the plants around them. However; he quickly recovered himself, and when he spoke his voice took on a pleased tone, as he clearly enjoyed expounding on the subject.
"As the Lady von Dorchener explained, these are a component of her spell."
"But why though?" The man's expression became somewhat abashed.
"Well," he said, his voice having taken on a reluctant tone; "In truth, I am not entirely certain.
"You see, I have not been her Ladyship's apprentice for very long and she, like most wizards, has a tendency to be reluctant to share all of her knowledge with me." He gave a self-deprecating laugh.
"I must admit, that I'm not the best of students. I suppose that has contributed to her reluctance to impart knowledge to me but she considers to be dangerous." Karl for his part was not sure what to say about that.
"Well, I suppose it is a difficult thing to learn." And what he hoped was a comforting or encouraging tone of voice. Ebbo smiled back at Karl.
"Oh, indeed it is. Is the most difficult and demanding skill that a man could master and that is as it should be, for it is the greatest gift that the gods have given to man and the source of the greatest power." Again, Karl found himself thinking of Doctor Cusher. He had been reluctant to speak of it to Lady von Dorchener, but Ebbo seem much closer to his own level and much easier to talk to about it and he was curious to get a wizard's perspective.
"Some might say that even greater power flows from the minds of scholars and engineers." Ebbo gave a slightly derisive laugh.
"Oh, I see you have been talking to Doctor Cusher. While I hold the good Doctor in high esteem and regard him as a learned man, for his kind, I fear I must disagree with him.
"Magic comes from the very essences which created not only this world, but the entirety of the universe." As he spoke his eyes took on an impassioned gleam.
"Thus, to wield magic is to command the very powers of creation. It is a great gift and why the gods only gave it was select few and this is a fact which can clearly be seen by all. To use an example from the battlefield, it takes whole batteries of artillery to do to the enemy what a single wizard can do with a few words and hand gestures. When the great Teclis of the High Elves came to the aid of Magnus the Pious during the Great War Against Chaos it was the magic that he taught men which drove the Ruinous Powers back, not the steel and black powder of the Dwarves, who had been slaughtered alongside their allies if not for magic. And it is magic, I must humbly point out, which shall protect us here were steel and strength have failed." With that he seemed consider the conversation at an end and returned to his work.
Fortunately, work was swift and uneventful. The several times Karl heard what he was sure were Beastmen nearby, compelling him to pull Ebbo into cover, the sound soon faded and nothing came of them. Ebbo, for his part, seem to think such incidents were nothing but an unnecessary distraction and muttered about the delays and the effects that they might have on the quality of the items he was gathering. For all his talk though, he seemed grateful to avoid a fight. Karl was as well despite the urgings of the Wolf.
For one thing, with the man there Karl be restrained in his fighting and for another, for all his talk of the superiority of wizards, Ebbo had not done any magic at Karl could see and he was reluctant to find out the hard way just how extensive his vaunted abilities were, or want. It took to take them some time to find all the items that they been sent to retrieve it was past noon by the time they left the forest. They made their way swiftly back to the camp and returned to Lady von Dorchener's wagon. She had clearly begun her work before their arrival and Karl could easily smell the magic coming from it. As always Sir Franka was standing vigil and it was not clear between Karl and Ebbo which of them she was less pleased to see. For their part they both ignored her and proceeded inside.
The furniture have been moved away and in their place three braziers for which strange smelling smoke poured. Lady von Dorchener stood in the center of them and was slowly walking from one to another, chanting in a language Karl did not recognize. As she came to each she would briefly pause and throw something into them, causing the smoke to increase. She seemed completely caught up in her casting and did not seem to be aware of their entrance. At last, so suddenly the Karl was taken by surprise, she halted and turned her attention to them.
"You have but I sent you to retrieve." She said in a tone that made it clear that it was a statement not question. Ebbo nodded, his attitude one of clear obsequiousness.
"Oh, indeed we have My Lady. We should not return if we had not." Karl snorted softly, but apparently not softly enough as the Lady von Dorchener turned her full attention to him for a moment, a look of displeasure on her face. She then turned her attention back to her apprentice who proffered the bag to her. She removed the items from the bag, keeping some and handing the rest to Ebbo.
"As I thought you." She told him simply.
She returned to her chanting while moving between the braziers while Ebbo did the same, though he appeared to be chanting something else in his movements for counter to hers. As they came to each of the braziers they would pause and hold the items in their hands up so they were full in the smoke. They did this several times before once again abruptly stopping. Again Lady von Dorchener turned her attention to Karl.
"You have done well in this matter and have done all that I required of you. The rest is for my apprentice and myself to do. Go now, you appear tired and I would have you rested for what is to come." With that she returned her attention to her apprentice and whatever it was they were doing. Not all reluctant, Karl took his departure.
Stopping only long enough to eat some bread and meat and wash it down with a bit of water call returned to his bedroll and was soon fast asleep. Henri woke him shortly before sundown informed them that was his turn to take watch. Still eager to make up for his last lapse in such matters Karl hastened to his post. Once there he again detected the smell of magic and guessed it was from the wards which Lady von Dorchener had clearly placed. He could only hope that they were as effective as she had stated that they would be. She sounded confident, but then he never met a wizard he didn't sound like that, even they cause not to be. As he stared out into night he found his mind going back to his conversation with Ebbo and comparing it with the conversations which it had with the Doctor.
Perhaps the Doctor's arguments had been motivated, at least in part, by the fact that he himself could not do magic. The Doctor was clearly a man who valued knowledge and perhaps he resented having a field of study that he could not involve himself in. However; Karl was far from persuaded by Ebbo's argument either. The man was clearly of no great talent and it would so seek to aggrandize the one thing that made him special, even if he himself wasn't very good at that it. He supposed it was some truth to both arguments. Magic was indeed a powerful weapon for the Empire is seemingly endless wars and he had seen that it could also do other good and useful things. On the other hand, the Empire had also been greatly aided by mundane means developed by non-wizards as well and many of those are far more accessible and safer than what came from the Colleges of Magic. In the end he supposed that it really didn't matter. For better or for worse he doubted that magic was going anywhere and more mundane weapons would continue to be produced and improved upon. Right now he had more pressing concerns and he returned his attention to watching for any attackers.
That we stared as hard as he could at the trees, he could detect no movement and as the wind was against him, he could smell nothing. However; he was sure that they were out there. He wondered what they were planning to do, more specifically he wondered what the warrior was planning to do. If he could detect Lady von Dorchener's wards he was certain that the warrior could as well. He wondered if the warrior would come for directly to challenge them, or if you would attempt to find some way of subverting them. He supposedly would find out soon enough. It was near the end of his shift, when the wind at last shifted and when it did, it brought the scent of Beastmen.
They were there, hidden just from view on the edge of the trees. He could not tell how many there were, but Karl was certain that there were many. Though he tried he was able with men around him he could not smell the warrior. That of course did not me that he was not there, merely that he was somewhere Karl cannot smell him. More disturbing is the fact that the Beastmen were making the noise, much like they had done the last time. Karl was not sure what this meant, but he did know that he didn't like it.
He looked to his left and was right hoping to see some indication that the other sentries had also become aware of the danger. If he were to give the alarm now he was either not be believed, or some very awkward questions would be asked. Unfortunately, none of them appeared to have been. Karl did not want to wait until the actual attack came in desperately tried to think of some means of lowering the camp and then inspiration struck. He quickly drew his pistol and fired into the trees. Shouts of alarm sounded through the camp and the other sentries all turned to him.
"WHAT IN THE NAME OF SIGMAR ARE YOU DOING!?" One of them demanded. Karl put on what he hoped was unabashed face.
"I thought I saw something in the trees." He replied, deliberately striving to make his voice low and meek. All around him men made noises of derision and disgust. Karl heard them makes several derisive comments about them in some wondered what the Baron had been thinking to bring them along. Then Karl's hope was realized.
From the trees can the sound of bellowing in roaring in voices which could only belong to Beastmen. Either Karl's shot had actually hit one of them, or more likely cause them to believe that they been seen. Either way, it did not matter, the surprise was gone. Horns blew and this time men rushed forward to man the barricades while all around the camp brazen horn sounded and Beastmen came into view. It seemed that Lady von Dorchener's wards but soon be put to the test.
Author's Notes: Hey everyone, I hoped that you enjoyed it. I hope that you are all doing well and keeping safe during this difficult time. What did you think of the arguments, could they have been improved? Till next time please pray for all effected by the current situation, the Uighurs being persecuted in China, Axel Dennis, a child battling Spinal Muscular Atrophy and all who need prayer. Bye and may Jesus bless you.