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.Sigerson knew that Bear was a priest, after all.A full and knowing confessionto a properly ordained priest, followed by an act of contrition and ifSigerson didn't think it was a confession, well, that could easily be changed.The one thing that bothered him was his own status there was a bishop in thecity of Rodhos, although Gray said they didn't have time for a courtesy call.Back home, a seaside diocese extended to the high-tide marks, but were therules different here?It was something to ask Cully about; he would know.And, in any case, it wouldstill count, and ifBear exceeded his authority, that was a matter for Bear to make his amends tothe bishop for; it would not affect Sigerson's soul.Sigerson nodded."Well, I was gently raised, believe it or not, and taughtmanners, but here I am with no proper glasses, and I'm trying to decidewhether it's a worse crime against courtesy to offer you a drink from a bottlethat's spent most of the last hour between my lips, or not offer one at all."Bear tried not to sigh."And that's all that bothers you, Mr.Sigerson?""It's a serious enough problem, at the moment," Sigerson said.Bear held out his hand for the bottle."A drink would go down well, at that,since you appear to be offering.""Ah." Sigerson handed over the bottle."Would that all problems were so easilysolved, eh?"Bear took a cautious sip, and forced himself not to make a face.While hecertainly enjoyed an occasional glass of wine wine had always been availablewhen sitting table at home the raw bite ofrum never particularly agreed with him.He handed the bottle back to Sigerson, and they sat silently for a moment."See that little island there?" Sigerson asked."The one just next to thelighthouse?"It was hard to see anything clearly out in the dark, but Bear could make itout, if only barely.Just a dark mass, huddled against the sea, dwarfed by theway that the lighthouse jutted up.If there was a building of any sort on it,it was unlighted."Is there something in particular there?"Sigerson shook his head."No, not now.But there was before.""And before?"Page 197 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"Hmph.Does the name Chares of Lindos mean anything to you?"Bear shook his head."No, I'm afraid not.Might I ask what the ""I didn't think it would.He's been dead for more than a thousand years, andhe wasn't terribly important, in the larger sense, when he was alive.Thatlittle, unremarkable island is where the Colossus of Rhodes stood, a hundredfeet tall Chares of Lindos built it." Sigerson took another drink, and wipedhis mouth with the back of his hand."It would have been something to see,eh?""I don't see the "" the point, Sir David? Think on it the Hellenes built a statue to honor theirgod Apollo.More than a dozen years in the building, it stood watching overthe harbor, a bronze statue, a hundred feet tall, gleaming in the sunlightatop a marble pedestal of perhaps another fifty feet.Passing ships could haveseen it for perhaps twenty, fifty, a hundred miles."He took another drink."And now the many-times-great-grandchildren of thosesame men who built that are reduced to strapping a goat to a slab of marbleand cutting its guts out to, to, wave them around and bellow under the noonsun, all the while fearing foreigners us hanging them if they're caught." Heshook his head and took yet another drink did the man want to drink himself todeath?"There's something more than a little sad about that, isn't there?"This wasn't the sort of confession that Bear had had in mind, and it botheredhim for more reason than that.Blasphemy, idolatry, apostasy, heresy all ofthose were wrong, but there was also something wrong with the picture thatSigerson had painted."Oh, please," Sigerson went on, "I'm not pointing fingers at others that Iwon't point at myself.Look at me a full Fellow of the Royal College, the very institution founded byMerlin himself, in the days of the Tyrant a time when Avalon could be hiddenand unhidden, before Excalibur and theSword of Constantine shattered on each other, before the end of the Age chasedalmost all of the OldOnes away and crippled the rest."There was a time not in living memory, granted, but a time nonetheless when aPendragonshire nobleman had to think carefully about taking a walk out hisback door of an evening, for if he walked too fast, too long, too far, hemight find himself face to face with the Queen of Air and Darkness, herself and, yes, I know that you've met her, and I know that all who do say she'sbut a ghost of what she once was."As we all are, I think.The poor, sodding, goat-killing Hellenes; thepretentious, supposedly all-conquering Musselmen all of them, and all of us."I say 'us,' as I've no pretensions of being anything better.I spend my dayscrawling through the foul-smelling bellies of ships trying to come up withbetter ways of killing shipworm, that's what I do, when I'm not trying tofigure out ways to ensorcle a scroll so that only the intended recipient canread it, or place an even more effective curse on an officer's sword, or " Heshook his head."Me, I kill worms, and perform a few parlor tricks, and keepmyself focused on that because if I don't, I'll start thinking about the blackarts, and while there's power aplenty there, I'd much rather be a uselesslittle man than a great and evil one, Sir David." 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.Sigerson knew that Bear was a priest, after all.A full and knowing confessionto a properly ordained priest, followed by an act of contrition and ifSigerson didn't think it was a confession, well, that could easily be changed.The one thing that bothered him was his own status there was a bishop in thecity of Rodhos, although Gray said they didn't have time for a courtesy call.Back home, a seaside diocese extended to the high-tide marks, but were therules different here?It was something to ask Cully about; he would know.And, in any case, it wouldstill count, and ifBear exceeded his authority, that was a matter for Bear to make his amends tothe bishop for; it would not affect Sigerson's soul.Sigerson nodded."Well, I was gently raised, believe it or not, and taughtmanners, but here I am with no proper glasses, and I'm trying to decidewhether it's a worse crime against courtesy to offer you a drink from a bottlethat's spent most of the last hour between my lips, or not offer one at all."Bear tried not to sigh."And that's all that bothers you, Mr.Sigerson?""It's a serious enough problem, at the moment," Sigerson said.Bear held out his hand for the bottle."A drink would go down well, at that,since you appear to be offering.""Ah." Sigerson handed over the bottle."Would that all problems were so easilysolved, eh?"Bear took a cautious sip, and forced himself not to make a face.While hecertainly enjoyed an occasional glass of wine wine had always been availablewhen sitting table at home the raw bite ofrum never particularly agreed with him.He handed the bottle back to Sigerson, and they sat silently for a moment."See that little island there?" Sigerson asked."The one just next to thelighthouse?"It was hard to see anything clearly out in the dark, but Bear could make itout, if only barely.Just a dark mass, huddled against the sea, dwarfed by theway that the lighthouse jutted up.If there was a building of any sort on it,it was unlighted."Is there something in particular there?"Sigerson shook his head."No, not now.But there was before.""And before?"Page 197 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"Hmph.Does the name Chares of Lindos mean anything to you?"Bear shook his head."No, I'm afraid not.Might I ask what the ""I didn't think it would.He's been dead for more than a thousand years, andhe wasn't terribly important, in the larger sense, when he was alive.Thatlittle, unremarkable island is where the Colossus of Rhodes stood, a hundredfeet tall Chares of Lindos built it." Sigerson took another drink, and wipedhis mouth with the back of his hand."It would have been something to see,eh?""I don't see the "" the point, Sir David? Think on it the Hellenes built a statue to honor theirgod Apollo.More than a dozen years in the building, it stood watching overthe harbor, a bronze statue, a hundred feet tall, gleaming in the sunlightatop a marble pedestal of perhaps another fifty feet.Passing ships could haveseen it for perhaps twenty, fifty, a hundred miles."He took another drink."And now the many-times-great-grandchildren of thosesame men who built that are reduced to strapping a goat to a slab of marbleand cutting its guts out to, to, wave them around and bellow under the noonsun, all the while fearing foreigners us hanging them if they're caught." Heshook his head and took yet another drink did the man want to drink himself todeath?"There's something more than a little sad about that, isn't there?"This wasn't the sort of confession that Bear had had in mind, and it botheredhim for more reason than that.Blasphemy, idolatry, apostasy, heresy all ofthose were wrong, but there was also something wrong with the picture thatSigerson had painted."Oh, please," Sigerson went on, "I'm not pointing fingers at others that Iwon't point at myself.Look at me a full Fellow of the Royal College, the very institution founded byMerlin himself, in the days of the Tyrant a time when Avalon could be hiddenand unhidden, before Excalibur and theSword of Constantine shattered on each other, before the end of the Age chasedalmost all of the OldOnes away and crippled the rest."There was a time not in living memory, granted, but a time nonetheless when aPendragonshire nobleman had to think carefully about taking a walk out hisback door of an evening, for if he walked too fast, too long, too far, hemight find himself face to face with the Queen of Air and Darkness, herself and, yes, I know that you've met her, and I know that all who do say she'sbut a ghost of what she once was."As we all are, I think.The poor, sodding, goat-killing Hellenes; thepretentious, supposedly all-conquering Musselmen all of them, and all of us."I say 'us,' as I've no pretensions of being anything better.I spend my dayscrawling through the foul-smelling bellies of ships trying to come up withbetter ways of killing shipworm, that's what I do, when I'm not trying tofigure out ways to ensorcle a scroll so that only the intended recipient canread it, or place an even more effective curse on an officer's sword, or " Heshook his head."Me, I kill worms, and perform a few parlor tricks, and keepmyself focused on that because if I don't, I'll start thinking about the blackarts, and while there's power aplenty there, I'd much rather be a uselesslittle man than a great and evil one, Sir David." 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