Part 48 (2/2)
”Good! Sis, Mike--the press-ganged ones?”
”They are in the Detention Center's spare barracks,” Chang said. ”Dave and Mike heard confessions, then Mike got permission to say Ma.s.s a second time for them, and we gave them the Communion of Promise. I believe we shall also have to devise some additional forms of both public and private devotions.”
”I suppose so.” Cortin sighed. ”Brad, do you have anyone who can handle that? None of us are liturgists.”
”As it happens--” Everyone, Bradford included, laughed--”Inquisitor-Lieutenant Andrews at the Center is good, and would appreciate the challenge. I'll call him as soon as I get home.
And this time I will warn you: he's one of those who believes you are the Protector, so you probably won't appreciate his efforts. But they'll be well-done.”
Cortin grimaced. ”As Ivan said, devotions are for the devotees, not the objects of that devotion. If He doesn't mind, I don't suppose I can. And I suppose I should take a look at whatever your liturgist comes up with. So should Mike and Sis.”
”He'll expect that, and to have you critique his work. He's conscientious; he'll want to be sure it's right. Can we dedicate tonight's service to that intention?”
”I don't see why not,” Odeon said. ”Sis?”
”It seems most fitting. I would suggest we also ask that the Protector ordain more priests, either through us or through the Herald, to be prepared when we may begin Sealing those outside the current group.”
”You're Herald, Joanie,” Odeon said. ”What do you think?”
”Since we don't have any idea when He'll manifest, I'm in favor of it.
Anyone who feels the call should be ordained, even though the only ones who can feel it are the ones Sealed to Him.”
”Right. Everyone ready for services, then?”
For Shayan's reaction: 23a. Waiting
24. Revenge
Thursday, 26 March 2572, New Denver
After Ma.s.s and breakfast, Odeon, Bain, and Blackfeather went to the dungeon. There was no question, Blackfeather thought, of her giving up her work as Cortin's historian, even though she'd joined Family Illyanov during her unity with Ivan last evening; while both of them regretted the separation, it would be only until Family Cortin and Strike Force HQ moved to Archangel--probably, Cortin and Illyanov estimated, by late winter or early spring.
To give them time to do whatever Odeon intended to the Brother both of them had claims on, Cortin went to her main-floor office and read the morning New Denver Times, which had picked up Blackfeather's reports and front-paged them, along with news of the Brothers' raid on the convent and Enforcement's successful defense. The Times maintained its reputation for strict reportorial impartiality; Cortin had to turn to the editorial pages to find reaction rather than the facts she already knew.
Not much to her surprise, the reaction was cautious. The editorial writers acknowledged that Families probably would stop or reverse the population decline, but were doubtful that they would be widely accepted, even though the Pope, when approached, had said he could see no objection. The creation of her Archduchy and her enn.o.blement were acknowledged, along with the creation of Family Cortin, as probably good for the new Archduchy and definitely good for the Family, an honor the Inquisitor-Colonel had earned, though she sensed the writer was relieved not to be in her fief. The Sealings weren't commented on at all. On the other hand, praise for the convent defense was unstinting, and Cortin was singled out for taking swift action to protect the press-gang victims and find the hostages, with the writer expressing the hope she would carry out equally swift justice on the captured Brothers, particularly the one who had helped maim her. There was no mention of revenge, but there was the implication the writer thought it would be appropriate for her.
Cortin put the paper down, frowning. It was true that she had been looking forward to her first chance at personal revenge ever since the attack on her--but now that she had it, the opportunity didn't seem anywhere near as attractive. There was no question but that the Brother deserved the revenge she'd planned for him, and more; his crimes undoubtedly deserved more punishment than she could possibly inflict.
But punishment wasn't the problem with this one, any more than it had been with any of her earlier subjects. It was the revenge part that bothered her, though it certainly wasn't illegal--or sinful, for Enforcement troops, since they were carrying out G.o.d's vengeance even when it had a personal component. So why had the idea of taking her revenge on this Brother suddenly lost its savor?
She mulled that over for some time before she was able to come to what seemed like a reasonable hypothesis. The Father had claimed vengeance as His own, but Jeshua had concentrated on mercy, even though some of His priests had been fighters. The Protector emphasized love and justice; possibly those who represented Him weren't supposed to indulge in vengeance. She'd have to talk to Mike about that, find out if he'd run into the same thing.
Maybe she could tell without talking, though, so she went down to Suite Bravo's observation room--Suite Alpha held the Brother team-leader--and joined Blackfeather. The reporter looked pale and had turned the speaker off, but was managing to control herself; Cortin greeted her with approval, then turned to watch Odeon.
Odeon's back was to her, so she couldn't see his expression. His manner, though, was more professional than pa.s.sionate, which supported her hypothesis so far. The same went for Bain, who was holding the prisoner, though that was less evidential; to the best of Cortin's knowledge, he'd never expressed any desire for personal revenge against the ones who'd maimed her. She'd only be sure of it regarding him if they happened to capture one of the terrorists who'd tortured his brother.
”If he was on one of Larry's personal teams, he won't be able to tell you anything,” Blackfeather said, interrupting Cortin's train of thought. ”Larry did something to them, and to all his doubles, so they couldn't.”
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