Trychon and Raezyr took a long, round-about route back to the monastery, coming in from a completely different direction than they left. If anyone were to ask, they just took a long hike, only returning just before the noon meal.
As they entered the village they passed by the Healer's Hut, and Brother Odilo stepped out to meet them, having spotted them through the window.
"Ah, Raezyr... Trychon... did Saffron find you?" the old healer asked, looking behind them a bit as if expecting to see his apprentice trailing along a short distance back.
Trychon and Raezyr looked at each other in mock confusion, then back at the monk. "I'm sorry, but we haven't seen her since yesterday," Trychon said. "Why? Was she looking for us?"
"Oh, I thought it best to give you two a check up after your ordeals yesterday, just to make sure you were alright. I sent her out to fetch you a couple of hours ago, but no matter. She's be along once she realizes she's missed the noon meal. Come... come... step inside and let me take a look at you," the old monk said, ushering them in the door.
"Would you like us to go look for her when we're done here? Mathias and Violet gave us the day off, so we don't have to be anywhere in particular today," Raezyr offered. He hoped the healer wouldn't take them up on the offer, but thought it might look suspicious if he didn't at least volunteer.
"No, no... like I said, she'll be along eventually. Besides, I believe Father Monahan is looking for you both as well," he said, looking down his nose at them. They all knew what that was going to pertain to.
Their check up didn't take long, and Odilo proclaimed them the picture of health. He also offered to feed them lunch, which they took him up on. After the meal was over, they helped him clean up and politely took their leave.
They decided it would be prudent to head straight toward the temple, and take whatever Monahan was going to give them right away, and just get it over with. They soon found themselves outside of his office door, and gave a polite knock.
Father Monahan's voice replied from the other side, bidding them enter. Once they had done so, he indicated the two chairs sitting opposite his ancient desk.
"What am I supposed to do with you two?" the elderly monk began. "No one here seems to be able to come to a decision. Some want you cast out for your use of weapons, and you know that we are peaceful. The only person in the village allowed a weapon is the Constable, Brother Abbot. But his is a ceremonial position. I don't even think he knows what end of his ancient spear he is supposed to use.
"Others think we should ask you to hand over your weapons for as long as you live here, for the same reasons, yet what have you done but protect our people?
"Which brings up yet another point: What happens if yet another incident occurs, and you do NOT have your strange light blades? Besides, the majority of the community is ready to hand my office over to one or both of you, as it is.
"You see, I must take all their beliefs in to consideration, yet both sides are vehemently opposed. So what am I to do with you?" Monahan concluded, looking back and forth between the two problematic outsiders sitting before him.
"Father, the last thing we want to do is cause problems," Trychon began. "Neither my brother, nor I buy into this 'prophecy' thing. We're just two humans who happened to get stranded in a remote part of the galaxy. We'll abide by whatever you decide, won't we Raez?"
"Absolutely. We only want what's best for everyone," Raezyr added.
The old monk sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Very well. As before, please refrain from using your blades without permission from myself or a member of the High Council, unless in case of extreme emergency, as happened yesterday."
"Yes sir," both Sith students replied in unison, realizing that in reality nothing had changed, but was only said as a formality.
When the two young men had left the office, Monahan got up and went to his cabinet, and poured himself a small glass of wine. Something strange was going on with these two. He only hoped it was truly the prophecies being fulfilled, and not something else.
As they entered the village they passed by the Healer's Hut, and Brother Odilo stepped out to meet them, having spotted them through the window.
"Ah, Raezyr... Trychon... did Saffron find you?" the old healer asked, looking behind them a bit as if expecting to see his apprentice trailing along a short distance back.
Trychon and Raezyr looked at each other in mock confusion, then back at the monk. "I'm sorry, but we haven't seen her since yesterday," Trychon said. "Why? Was she looking for us?"
"Oh, I thought it best to give you two a check up after your ordeals yesterday, just to make sure you were alright. I sent her out to fetch you a couple of hours ago, but no matter. She's be along once she realizes she's missed the noon meal. Come... come... step inside and let me take a look at you," the old monk said, ushering them in the door.
"Would you like us to go look for her when we're done here? Mathias and Violet gave us the day off, so we don't have to be anywhere in particular today," Raezyr offered. He hoped the healer wouldn't take them up on the offer, but thought it might look suspicious if he didn't at least volunteer.
"No, no... like I said, she'll be along eventually. Besides, I believe Father Monahan is looking for you both as well," he said, looking down his nose at them. They all knew what that was going to pertain to.
Their check up didn't take long, and Odilo proclaimed them the picture of health. He also offered to feed them lunch, which they took him up on. After the meal was over, they helped him clean up and politely took their leave.
They decided it would be prudent to head straight toward the temple, and take whatever Monahan was going to give them right away, and just get it over with. They soon found themselves outside of his office door, and gave a polite knock.
Father Monahan's voice replied from the other side, bidding them enter. Once they had done so, he indicated the two chairs sitting opposite his ancient desk.
"What am I supposed to do with you two?" the elderly monk began. "No one here seems to be able to come to a decision. Some want you cast out for your use of weapons, and you know that we are peaceful. The only person in the village allowed a weapon is the Constable, Brother Abbot. But his is a ceremonial position. I don't even think he knows what end of his ancient spear he is supposed to use.
"Others think we should ask you to hand over your weapons for as long as you live here, for the same reasons, yet what have you done but protect our people?
"Which brings up yet another point: What happens if yet another incident occurs, and you do NOT have your strange light blades? Besides, the majority of the community is ready to hand my office over to one or both of you, as it is.
"You see, I must take all their beliefs in to consideration, yet both sides are vehemently opposed. So what am I to do with you?" Monahan concluded, looking back and forth between the two problematic outsiders sitting before him.
"Father, the last thing we want to do is cause problems," Trychon began. "Neither my brother, nor I buy into this 'prophecy' thing. We're just two humans who happened to get stranded in a remote part of the galaxy. We'll abide by whatever you decide, won't we Raez?"
"Absolutely. We only want what's best for everyone," Raezyr added.
The old monk sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Very well. As before, please refrain from using your blades without permission from myself or a member of the High Council, unless in case of extreme emergency, as happened yesterday."
"Yes sir," both Sith students replied in unison, realizing that in reality nothing had changed, but was only said as a formality.
When the two young men had left the office, Monahan got up and went to his cabinet, and poured himself a small glass of wine. Something strange was going on with these two. He only hoped it was truly the prophecies being fulfilled, and not something else.
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