The doctors of the arcane stopped short of calling it omniscience. But William cared little for scholastic debates. He sees you when you’re sleeping, knows when you’re awake — and judges.
And still so many had escaped his wrath.
On this question of theodicy, the doctors remained silent. William cared even less. Any esoteric being could be bound if you knew the shape of the world. Had the will.
Evergreen altar, coal fire white, horn and hoof and yew berry bright.
William had made his list. He would be a Lord in more than name — a Potheride worthy of the title.
What if Santa was no saint? Good story, Loren. Your tone is excellent.
ReplyDeleteLove the creepy way of looking at these attributes. Very nice.
ReplyDeleteYikes! I don’t think I want William to be in charge!
ReplyDeleteA bit of sleuthing suggests the William Loren writes of was William Le Moyne born 1416 in Potheride, Devon, England. More clues to this terrific story may be found at the top of the page on Isawlightningfall.
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