Mannix turned back, but Baldemar and Gall held him back. "No you don't, little brother. You're going home."
"But aren't you even curious?" Mannix whined. He could see between the shoulder's of Baldemar and Gall, and watched as Saffron exited the hut, secured the door behind him, then sprinted off into the lengthening shadows in the direction of the High Temple. She looked at Mannix and smiled briefly as she disappeared.
"Sure, but even if they're awake, Odilo the healer won't let you talk to them. He'll just tell you to go home and let them rest," Baldemar stated, turning Mannix around forcefully and giving him a shove in the right direction.
Gall laughed. "It seems your little brother thinks that they are going to impart their 'great gifts' to him, rather than Father Monahan!"
Mannix scowled as he shuffled his feet on the way home, Gall and Baldemar's laughter burning his ears. He recited the prophecy to himself as he went:
Knight of the Force, removed by two;
Cloaked in progress, the color blue;
Blade of Night;
Gem of Might;
From the Stars at morning light;
On his head, the mark shall rise;
The Force painted in his eyes;
The One to take his Place of Right.
Tomorrow. He'd be back tomorrow, then everyone would see.
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Odilo brushed his long brown hair back out of his face and tucked it behind his pointed ears as he walked over to man with the black hair and scar. "Rest easy now, my friend. You are in good hands." He picked up a small wooden cup and placed it to the man's lips and let him sip some of the cool water.
"Trychon..." the man whispered after he had taken a sip. He struggled to sit up, but Odilo put a hand on his chest, holding him down.
"You need to rest. You're injuries are numerous and severe. I am an experienced healer, but your recovery will take time," the monk reassured him.
"Where's Trychon? Where... where's my brother?" the big man asked.
"If you mean the man who was in the ship with you, he's here. His injuries are worse than yours, but he should recover... in time." The words seemed to calm the man, and he laid back and closed his eyes, falling asleep quickly.
Odilo checked the man's bandages, ensuring they hadn't been disturbed. He then went over and took down the amulet that had been hanging there and placed it around his own neck. He walked over to the scarred one and closed his eyes, then touched the jeweled medallion to the patient's forehead. It glowed briefly, then faded as the healer removed it.
Seemingly satisfied, he walked to the other man and repeated the small ritual. He wasn't as sure with this one. The injuries were more severe than he had seen in many, many years. If only this one had been wearing the strange hardened exoskeleton that the first one had been wearing, he might be in better condition, but no matter. Olido was positive he would recover as well.
It wasn't long before Saffron returned, with Father Monahan following closely in her wake. "Your Holiness," Olido acknowledged, dropping to one knee. "The man with the black hair was awake briefly. I sent Saffron to notify you as you requested."
Monahan lightly touched Olido on the head, at which the healer arose. "Thankyou, Brother Olido," the monk said, crossing his arms and sliding his hands into the sleeves of his elaborately decorated robes. "I have sent a messenger to Brother Varth. He is of their kind, and I feel his help will be greatly needed here."
Monahan crossed the room and sat down in a chair. "I should like to wait until he arrives, and together we shall wait for a while and see if he re-awakens."
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