Schema
By candlelight the Warden writes - his pen scratching the only sound but the silent voices of a hundred or more authors in their rows in cases, or stacks upon the floor. No breeze disturbs the undercroft of Ste. Mere des Larmes and its dozens upon dozens of silently burning wicks.
What surprise, for the venerable Bastion to make a visitation upon me. Or, did I always anticipate it to happen? In truth, yes, but not like this. The Bastion is stirred only by the gravest of events, so to have her attend the baptism of Sable Hart was unexpected. Sable has been welcomed amongst the fold, all the better, for now it seems I must work closely with her.
The report to the Bastion with Warden Ward took its expectedly esoteric turn - she has such time, afterall, to consider theology, to guess and guess again on history - a luxury I am not sure she realises not all have. I would love nothing better than to idle phillosophy, iconography, metaphysics, hermeneutics, but on the 'front line' of the faith such things are difficult to do. I would not accuse the Bastion of sitting in an ivory tower, but here, deep beneath the sainted cathedral, so insular, so far from the normaties of ecclesiastical duty, from the unexpected, can it be but expected she feels how she does? I do not belive she understands my inherent trust and respect for Warden Ward - to her she is zealous, dangerous. The Bastion represents the apex of my belief, so why do i not regret to be mired in such pragmatism that my role in Vallaki affects? Perhaps with the heretic Aleyi assailing their gates, they may be stirred, and know what it is to be a soldier of faith.
I choose not to consider much of the Bastion's task. She is disconnected; she does not realise the threat the heresy poses; to her it is something to be placed beneath a magnifying glass and dissected - penned to writ and understood, critiqued. Is she not wrong? If, as she says these words I took to be nothing than the scrawlings of a madman are infact based upon a blessed text, are they not worthy of investigation? She knew my answer, my inclination. Fortunate for her i am called to The Refuge of Fifth Light then, that i might be her little investigator. But I have told her, i have made my stand, and in earnest i intend to uphold it - i will exercise such discresion as the task demand, but if put in conflict with my hosts I will not hesitate to divulge what I have done. Warden Ward is dogmatic, yes, but not unreasonable. She too, is pragmatic - perhaps whom I learned it from.
For now, i must wait. Coiled, ready to strike at any passing cry of knowlege, any scarred manuscript, any shadowed conversation. Attentive, concealed, discreet.