<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01 Transitional//EN"> <html> <head> <meta content="text/html;charset=ISO-8859-1" http-equiv="Content-Type"> </head> <body bgcolor="#ffffff" text="#000000"> Regarding the nuns, the fact that they are willing to face any outcome from the Curse contrasts with Hough's position before being cursed. He didn't care too much on the TF or AR Curse, but TG was something he really wanted to avoid because he would have not been able to be a priest anymore.<br> <div class="moz-text-html" lang="x-western">Most likely some of the nuns will get affected by the TG Curse; So, doesn't this interfere with their "mission", or is their gender something superfluous in this case?.<br> <br> Pontos<br> <br> PD: This is a Monstrance: <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monstrance">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monstrance</a>. It sounds weird because it comes from the Latin word "monstrare" (In English "to show").<br> <br> Chris wrote: <blockquote cite="mid:7A87B72A8AF445DFBCBB1912C1A2FAEA@Chris" type="cite"> <pre wrap=""> “Thank you, your grace,” Kurt said with a broad smile. He rolled the bread around his fingers. “There is one more matter I wished to bring to your attention.” Thomas gestured for him to continue. Kurt sucked in his breath to gather his courage. “ In my company came a small group of Follower nuns as well as the woman who aided me and your subjects. They seek to form a nunnery here in your lands.” </pre> <blockquote type="cite"> <blockquote type="cite"> <blockquote type="cite"> <pre wrap="">A small question - What order of nuns do they belong to? </pre> </blockquote> </blockquote> </blockquote> <pre wrap=""> “A nunnery?” Thomas asked in surprise. Copernicus grinned. “I’m rather fond of the idea. They could be a good influence and serve everyone’s needs. I’ve heard about the hospitals they’ve set up in the south. It would help relieve Master Coe.” “You’re a Follower,” Malisa pointed out. The lizard shrugged. “Doesn’t mean it isn’t a good idea.” Kurt licked his lips. “They do have permission from the Bishop, or from the Bishop’s second. The Bishop was indisposed when he went to see him on our way. And they are willing to face what the Curse will do to them.” “They may not be nuns for very long,” Malisa pointed out. “Why do they want to do this?” “Because of Tugal,” Kurt said with a shade of reluctance. “When Charles, Jessica and the rest left Metamor, they were hunted by Agathe and a group of barbarians from the Giantdowns. Tugal was one of them, but the Curse made her a woman. The other barbarians raped her repeatedly. After our friends escaped, Agathe took her to Breckaris and had her placed in a whorehouse. When I found out where she’d been placed, I freed her and brought her to the nuns in Breckaris. They tended her, told her of Yahshua, and showed her that there is a life outside of cruelty. When we assaulted Agathe a spell struck her in the side. She’s not been able to walk since.” Malisa, who looked ready to jump from her seat, rush down the hall, and find Tugal to hug her tight, suggested, “We have many healers her that can help her.” “The wound is a magical one. Jessica said that it couldn’t be healed like that.” “So why did she risk coming all the way here?” Copernicus asked. The lizard shifted in his seat, long tail sweeping over the carpet. Kurt watched it for several seconds before turning back to the Duke. “Because she’s hated Metamor all her life. All she was taught to do was to try and kill Keepers. She wants to spend the rest of her life serving them, and the sisters have shown her a way she can do that.” Thomas glanced at Malisa. It was clear from her expression that she was leaning toward allowing this. He tapped his thumbs together and nodded to Kurt. “Tell Tugal and the other sisters that I will meet with them and with Father Hough that we might discuss possible dispositions for them. I am not promising them that they can build a nunnery here in Metamor, but we will see what can be arranged.” Kurt bowed his head gratefully. “Thank you, your grace! They will be delighted to hear it.” Thomas nodded and set his hands on the table, tapping the thick hoof-like nails against the wood. “Now, Kurt, if there is nothing else, I want you to tell me more of Charles, Jessica, Habakkuk and the rest. I want to know everything that’s happened. Afterward, Copernicus can give you and the sisters a tour of Metamor Keep. But you are not leaving here until we know more about our friends.” Thomas lowered his snout and gave the young man a deep equine stare. Kurt stared back into his large brown eyes and began to smile. “Of course, your grace. I’ll tell you as best I can.” “That’s all we can ask of anyone, Kurt. Now, tell us of our friends.” “Well,” Kurt began, “the first I saw of them was in the forest. Our army was waiting for them, and they rode in on the most beautiful golden horses...”</pre> </blockquote> </div> </body> </html>