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Prompt: Longing


There was more.

He knew it to the depth of his soul; had known it since childhood. He drove his tutors mad with his unending questions concerning the functions of the world, the meaning of laws, the history of his beloved Calormen, and most of all the teachings of Tash and the accompanying pantheon.

From the time he was a youth his only desire had been to serve Tash as faithfully as he might. He studied diligently that he might become page to the priests in the temple, but having achieved this, he found himself unsuited for that life. He took up instead the study of weaponry, that if he might not serve Tash at home he might at least serve him abroad.

There came a time when the Tisroc judged it advantageous to attempt once more the annexation of the Northern lands, and the generals sought a small party of warriors to begin in Narnia. Glad was his heart upon being selected, for he had heard of the Narnians' martial prowess and wished to test himself against them in battle, and great was his disappointment when he found they must begin the attack in the guise of peaceful merchants.

Yet, he consoled himself, this dishonest coversion might lead to knowledge, for the men and speaking beast demons of Narnia would be more willing to converse with a merchant than with a soldier. And the Narnians might speak of their lion demon, but certainly it was Tash who was over all, and so he might learn even of how Tash went about ruling a land that did not acknowledge him.

There was more. There was always more to be found, and he would fain seek it it with all his heart.