My recovery is slow and the days are long. My wounds are not the worst I've endured-but they may become such if disease sets in much further. Though it was staved off for such time, it seems to have finally found a way in. I do hope it does not find way into my blood. Peqin, the healer around here said he didnt know what she used to slice open open my skin, but in his words "it could not have been of this world".
I suddenly wish we had not destroyed the thing, perhaps some piece of it could have been used in some tincture or elixir. He supplies me with alchemicals to keep my fever down and this new medicine-although I have not tried it yet, my stomach is upset tonight. It was sent to him from afar, carried on the wings of an eagle, sent by a druid friend. This he says is to ease my mind.
Since fathoming the valleys and the passages of that cavernous book, I have not been able to shake the sense the world is so far away. I feel as though I am not feeling, and thinking at times, but only aware of feelings and thoughts that are not my own. I do not take walks with Peqin so much as I watch he and I, or perhaps Pequin and Ghorou-two men I am barely aquainted with take afternoon strolls. Even I do not write this with so careful brush strokes, rather I only watch Him do it, powerless to look away. I do not know what they have done with that damnable thing, but they assure me it is in a safe place.
For several weeks now, I have been watching the girl. They try to feed her, clean her when she soils herself, and yet she is old enough to be Kuraki's younger sister. I wonder sometimes if she feels as I do, only so much more so. Could that be my fate? Invalid in my middle age? But something strange happend the other night. I was awake, unable to sleep, shaken by vivid dreams that I cannot remember. Dreams that seem more real than this 'life', which becomes increasingly unreal to me. I heard a noise, and I when I went to investigate I found that the girl was crawling on her own through the dark halls. It wasnt like a child, but somehow, more like an animal. I followed her, not so much to know where she was going, but to make sure she didnt hurt herself. I could not say whether she had the capacity to hurt anyone else. What I thought were confused wanderings were too direct. It was awful dark without a light, I do not know how she could see. Wherever they were going, my companion seemed to know the way.
I kept following her through these labyrinthine halls, and fields of paper screens, and then down the stairs to the lower floors. I wondered where it would end, when she stopped abruptly in the middle of a hall and began to paw at a wall-almost like a little kitten. There was nothing that my eyes could see to interest me except a polished bronze idol of a god or divinity I did not know. It sat on a pedestal, its base bejewled. I imagine it was moderately valuable, but it seemed not to interest her. I absent mindedly made to pick it up, when another hand suddenly seized my own. It was Peqin. Though I had neither seen nor heard him in the slightest, he claimed he had been following us both. When I asked he told me it was a sacred thing, and that I should not touch it so lightly. I apologized as he picked her up, and I followed him as he carried her back to her room.
-Chiselgrip Ghorou
"Ya can hoot, ya can holla-make any noise ya like! But if ya cant chant, oh if ya cant chant, well…ya no cult o' mine!" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7movKfyTBII
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