[ The man they've come to rescue is a big doughy lad, as pitiful and washed-out in his prisoner's shift as Harrow had been in her hospital gown. He crumples into devotion with a wholehearted reverence which God has come to expect in his own kingdom, and which is a local rarity. Breath of fresh air, really, to see one of his own people fold down to forehead and knees and acknowledge divinity. (When Harrow does it, it's mostly sad.)
There is a hanging beat of silence upon the rocking ship, amid seaspray and spilled blood. And then God says, with slow-building incredulous delight: ]
Ortus Nigenad.
[ He seems to be experiencing something intensely funny, but no one else is in on the joke. He turns around to look at his followers as though he'll find someone he can jostle with an elbow, someone to whom he can whisper Are you seeing this.
In the absence of any target, he draws himself up into kingly dignity. He steps forward. There is no sound but the seething of the waves and God's easy footfalls on the deck.
His hand touches Ortus's shoulder. Quite gently, God urges him back up. ]
I'm glad to meet you. Harrow's said only good things. [ He cracks a white-toothed smile like this is a joke. ] Welcome aboard.
[ God claps his hand on the shoulder of his disciple and turns away still smiling.
It's a pretty representative first meeting, all told. ]
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There is a hanging beat of silence upon the rocking ship, amid seaspray and spilled blood. And then God says, with slow-building incredulous delight: ]
Ortus Nigenad.
[ He seems to be experiencing something intensely funny, but no one else is in on the joke. He turns around to look at his followers as though he'll find someone he can jostle with an elbow, someone to whom he can whisper Are you seeing this.
In the absence of any target, he draws himself up into kingly dignity. He steps forward. There is no sound but the seething of the waves and God's easy footfalls on the deck.
His hand touches Ortus's shoulder. Quite gently, God urges him back up. ]
I'm glad to meet you. Harrow's said only good things. [ He cracks a white-toothed smile like this is a joke. ] Welcome aboard.
[ God claps his hand on the shoulder of his disciple and turns away still smiling.
It's a pretty representative first meeting, all told. ]