AN: Okie, this is the letter Sandrine was reading in the last chapter, will
explain a lot. Toodlies! *Domthefantabulous*
My Dearest Sister, It is of utmost importance that you do as I ask of you. If you are my sister, you will, as this is my last request. My dearest Roger is not dead, as that silly king and his champion believe. He went to great pains to achieve immortality, and nearly accomplished it. For now, what he has achieved will suffice. My Roger is the cleverest of men; he cast upon himself a spell so powerful it cannot be undone my any mortal hand, neither by means of magic nor by any weapon. The spell was chancy, Roger knew as well, if not better, than I. It protected him from death, causing him to fall into a dreamless sleep, a sort of hibernation for the human body. The heart stops and breathing ceases, leaving the body in a state so like death that even the most talented of mages could not tell the difference. His body was transported by a magical fire into another realm.
Follow my instructions carefully, dear sister. On the stroke of midnight on the night of Midwinter's eve, you must enter the temple of the Trickster God. Kneel before his altar, offer him a gift. Light incense on the altar; keep vigil in the temple until dawn. When the sun rises, you must utter the words
"Noro Alto Tiens, Roger, Noro Alto Tiens."
My lord will rise, stronger than before. He will need a place to stay, I expect you will figure something out, you always were clever. You must meet him on the outskirts of town a fortnight after Midwinter. Follow these instructions exactly, it is of dire importance.
All my Love,
Delia
My Dearest Sister, It is of utmost importance that you do as I ask of you. If you are my sister, you will, as this is my last request. My dearest Roger is not dead, as that silly king and his champion believe. He went to great pains to achieve immortality, and nearly accomplished it. For now, what he has achieved will suffice. My Roger is the cleverest of men; he cast upon himself a spell so powerful it cannot be undone my any mortal hand, neither by means of magic nor by any weapon. The spell was chancy, Roger knew as well, if not better, than I. It protected him from death, causing him to fall into a dreamless sleep, a sort of hibernation for the human body. The heart stops and breathing ceases, leaving the body in a state so like death that even the most talented of mages could not tell the difference. His body was transported by a magical fire into another realm.
Follow my instructions carefully, dear sister. On the stroke of midnight on the night of Midwinter's eve, you must enter the temple of the Trickster God. Kneel before his altar, offer him a gift. Light incense on the altar; keep vigil in the temple until dawn. When the sun rises, you must utter the words
"Noro Alto Tiens, Roger, Noro Alto Tiens."
My lord will rise, stronger than before. He will need a place to stay, I expect you will figure something out, you always were clever. You must meet him on the outskirts of town a fortnight after Midwinter. Follow these instructions exactly, it is of dire importance.
All my Love,
Delia