Wednesday, October 17
As Gray and Cold As Stone - Epilogue
Ilmarė patted Roderick on the shoulder. “Good man. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to change out of these clothes.” She exited.
Roderick watched her leave. “You’re a lucky man,” he said to Quintus. “Ilmarė is beautiful, almost as pretty as Elandre. And she’s very wise. I hope one day to have Elandre love me like Ilmarė loves you.”
Quintus blinked. “Legionnaires cannot marry,” he said slowly. “We are married to our legion.”
Roderick gave him a pitying look. “At least you have a choice. You can always quit your legion. I’m going to have to work hard to court Elandre.” He hustled Quintus out of his room. “Anyway, thanks for your advice.”
Once he was in the hallway, Quintus took a long hard look at the statue of Illiir. It was a golden statuette, perhaps six inches tall, depicting Illiir with one hand outstretched in benediction, while the other held the orb of the sun overhead.
He tapped it once. The light went on. The legionnaire of the Triumphant Rays of the Invisible Sun was silhouetted by the statue’s glow.
“At least I have a choice,” he whispered to himself.
Quintus tapped it again. The light went out. [MORE]
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