Balter stops he walk and peers at the wall where once the door stood. "Ah, I feel it now, this tomb is mine and shall not let me leave. A pity, I should have liked to see sunlight one last time after touching such evil, but the burden was taken willingly, and none better than me of all of us to bear it for you all have much living to do."
He turns to Gaerred, "nor should such living be done in the shadow of doom - even if such a line of martyr's would not inevitably yield a rogue given mortal frailty, to leave the tomb open for entrance would inevitably beg another of lower morals to enter. Not to mention the cost to those left behind as the Martyrs left the waking world. I do not recall whether your order permits marriage foolish and greedy though such a ban ever is, but to leave children would be crime - even if leaving nephews and nieces not sons and daughters for Robhan speaks of you and your brothers as though you were his own and such bonds cannot be forsaken."
"I have faith in Him and our Lady Mercy and a thousand bright memories in which to dwell. I will not be alone for all that you have gone for they shall rest beside me always. Lord Patriarch, recover whatever you wish from these halls for I read no Khinasi and Laerme's treasures should always be shared. Then seal the tomb and hide all record of its existence as was done before, that none of foul heart may learn of it once memories fade - should your children have need of its location then the gods will reveal the truth to them as they did to us."
He walks to the Pontiff and clasps his shoulders. "You have love for Him, and hate for His foes, such is right and necessary. But know the wisdom that came to me only with age. No mortal can understand everything of anything - such perfect understanding is given to the gods alone. Never consider someone opposed to you or wrong simply because they disagree, or distrust you for they cannot have perfect understanding either - even after you have taught them all you can they will remain mortal and thus imperfect. Think also of this, regardless of mortal resolution He will set all right in Heaven - it is not given to mortal men be they nobles, priests, or even those so high as you to right all wrongs."
Edwin takes off his cloak and folds it around his signet ring and a badge before handing the tight bundle to the Pontiff. "Please take those to Robhan, he will know what it means for I am dead to the living world now and it is time for another to guide Ghoere. And wish him well for me, the Aegos will not hold me but I am Aegis nonetheless and will pray that he and Mhoried emerge from the trials ahead strong in faith and body.
He sighs, "and now you have friends waiting above that wish to learn if you are alive, or who perhaps yet need your aid. It is time for you to return to the land of the living. Farewell."
After they had gone Edwin sat silently, and slowly cleaned and resharpened his blade, hammered flat the rivets in his chain, and neatly laid out the remaining flasks of oil and holy water to his side. Shadow ever sought Shadow, and whatever fell power not dwelt within him would neither corrupt him nor be taken from him by one seeking it. He smiled, if the tomb was completely forgotten, then Manetheander's corruption would never again threaten the people of Cerilia. If not, then evil would waste its energy seeking him out and, Haelyn willing, die on his blade never again to threaten the land. As you will it my Lord, let it be.