"Do not take him seriously on that," Claudia chided. "Your bravery is your strongest quality. Your bravery is what subordinated to you. It was through your bravery that I connected with your desire, and I share a piece of you, just as you shared a piece of yourself with both Ingolsol and I.
You did the brave thing, with two foreign wills in your body, you took the both of us, and you fed and clothed us, for that, you have our loyalty."
"Well, not for that," Ingolsol said again. "For the future – only there you have my loyalty. The mont you show weakness, I will take over. I will claim your throne. I will not serve a weak Lord."
"Earlier you did not seem to serve at all," Beam noted. He also noted the manner of his speech. With the deference that both Claudia and Ingolsol were treating him with, he felt inclined to speak more regally. The words were foreign on his tongue, as though he was unpractised in saying them – but at the sa ti, they were familiar, like the recovery of an ancestral secret.
"Do forgive for that," Ingolsol said, bowing his head again, and smiling, such that his cat-like fangs protruded from his lips. "It seems that I still do not know the depths of my Lordship's desires. You have intruders in these halls, intruders that far dwarf both Claudia and I in terms of power, yet even as they wound you, they could not break your will.
I think myself a clever man – or fragnt, if you will – so I do hope you'll forgive for failing to foresee such an outco."
"None could have predicted such a thing," Claudia said, in vehent agreent with Ingolsol. "None." This ti the word was spoken firmly. "This grand hall that you've built, that golden throne. These are grand things for a mortal. But still, they are not who you are. They are not what you are.
Your Lordship, if I may, I plead caution to you, for I do not know what you are. There sits sothing inside you that rivals even what the Gods have to offer. Such a thing frightens , even though there is nothing in this world I should have to fear."
"Ahhh, so that is what it is," Ingolsol said. "I felt an aching in my wrist, and in my chest. I thought it might have been wounded pride. I see it to be fear, now. How amusing." The man played with his sword as he spoke.
Beam spoke up, his voice commanding. "Will you rid these halls of those intruders, then, mine subordinates? Is such a thing within your power?"
Ingolsol cackled. "We have grown with you, my Lord. We are not re tawdry scraps of power. We are your sharpened spears, for as long as you can keep a hold of us. They are re sheets of glass, their wills blank, their intentions unknown. Allow to spill their blood in retaliation."
"I too will shed away the intruders, for the honour of your na," Claudia said. "Please seat yourself, my Lord, and allow to tend to your wounds."
And so Beam sat. Claudia held her hand near his side, and purple light shone around it. With a brief sparkle of pain, and then a mont of warmth, Beam watched calmly as the wound on his side began to fade away. Before he knew it, all the other wounds had gone too, and then his clothes were nded, and then he was given a navy blue robe, and then a crown sat on top of his head.
By the ti Claudia arose from her task, Beam was an entirely different person. Everything moved in a motion halfway between, and halfway between reality. When he looked again to Ingolsol, he saw that he held a jet-black spear in his hand, and a dark-bronze helt sat upon his head, as he stood at the top of the throne room steps, staring down at their foes.
Beam sat taller now, and felt stronger. Power flowed through his entire body. He felt as though he'd just had a good night's sleep – the best night's sleep, and all at once, power flowed through him.
The earlier discomfort, the earlier disorientation, and the earlier lack of knowing, it all faded away like a bad sll in the wind, and he viewed his problems – those mocking giants, imitations of grand Gods – from the height that the steps of his throne room offered him, with the back of a solid chair to support him, and two soldiers ard for his sake.
Claudia too wielded a spear now, a spear of silver-tipped with gold. Her hamr was nowhere to be seen. The divine fragnts watched the two of them warily, from their place at the top of the stairs.
Without Beam's attention on them, they had hardly moved. Their faces seed even more lacking in emotion than they had before, and they were stuck halfway between robotic imitations of humans, and re reflections, incapable of speech.
"Your unified halls do much to constrain their power," Ingolsol noted. "But what little monsters do we find, mm? Are these not our own Hobgoblins, Claudia? How amusing. To be presented with a battle of the sa type that made us pledge ourselves to the Lord in the first place."
"It is not often I find myself agreeing with you," Claudia said, her smile appearing rather nacing on her pretty face. "A chance in the spotlight ourselves, at tis, it does not strike as such a bad thing. Perhaps we too are growing more human."
"Perhaps," Ingolsol said with a smile, as he brought his arm back behind his head, pulling his spear with it. "I suppose that is the ga the mortals play at – the slaying of Gods."
And then he threw his spear, comncing the battle. His projectile flew at Ingolsol's divine fragnt. It struck Beam as odd seeing it, two beings, that were technically the sa being, eyeing each other with such malevolent intent. It was like going to war with one's reflection.
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