inversely proportional to the amount of restoration demanded, and it canât be renewed indefinitely. Also, once it wears off, the bottom is going to drop out quite suddenly, and youâll seem to feel even more tired than before I did it. But Iâll be back to you by then. This should get you through the next couple of hours.â
Javan nodded, feeling more and more restored as he settled into the spell. âThank you. Iâll remember this.â
Not smiling, Oriel only glanced pointedly at Hubert, still snoring on his stool on the other side of the room. âJust make certain he doesnât, or weâre all dead.â
Nodding, Javan looked over at the archbishop, then back at Oriel.
âIâll take care of Hubert,â he murmured. âWould you blur all of this for Rhysem?â
âOf course.â
Squaring his shoulders, Javan crossed to the snoring archbishop. Very little tampering would be necessary, for him or for Rhys Michael.
âArchbishop, listen to what I say to you,â Javan said quietly, setting a hand on Hubertâs. âYou will come with me now. The king is near his end. You have given him the Sacrament, and he received it peacefully. Now he needs only your prayers to speed him on his way.â
The blue eyes fluttered open as Hubert roused, and he gave a little sigh with the effort it cost him to stand. Javan led him to the royal bedside, keeping his controls in place as he released Hubertâs hand and knelt once again. The archbishop stood close behind him, hands folded piously before him, and Javan gently took his brotherâs hand and kissed it.
âI will begin the prayers now, Archbishop, and you will join in and carry on,â Javan whispered, âremembering only that the kingâs passing was gentle, and that he died in a state of grace.â He drew a deep breath and began.
âCome to his aid, O Saints of God; come forth to meet him, Angels of the Lord, receiving his soul, presenting it to the Most High â¦â
Blinking, Hubert picked up the versicle, his tone more reverent than Javan had expected, even under control. âMay Christ, Who has called you, now receive you, and may the angels bring you to Abrahamâs bosom.â
âReceiving his soul,â Javan murmured the response, knowing that it already was so, âpresenting it unto the Most High.â
âEternal rest grant unto him, O Lord.â
âAnd let perpetual light shine upon him,â Javan responded, now joined by Rhys Michael and Oriel.
âFrom the gates of hellââ
âSave his soul, O Lord,â Javan said strongly.
âMay he rest in peace.â
âAmen.â
âLet us pray,â Hubert went on, bowing his head over his folded hands. âO Lord, we commend to Thee the soul of Thy servant Alroy, that when he departs from this world, he may live with Thee. By the grace of Thy merciful love wash away the sins that in human frailty he has committed in the conduct of his life. Through Christ our Lordââ
âAmen,â the others responded.
Javan, trusting that Alroy was indeed now in the hands of God, slowly got to his feet and, as Hubert looked at him sharply, took the ring once again from his dead brotherâs hand and slid it onto his own finger beside his silver signet. Before he could do more, Rhys Michael reached across and took the hand, murmuring âMy liegeâ as he bent pointedly to kiss it in fealty. Ducking his head and throwing caution to the winds, Oriel did the same.
Hubert simply looked on in amazement for several secondsâJavan with no idea what he was going to do, for he was no longer controlledâthen ducked his head to Javan in what might be interpreted as a bow.
âYou have made your decision then,â the archbishop said, his blue eyes hard and cold. âYou will have an earthly crown rather than a heavenly one.â
âI hope that eventually I shall