[Wids]

To Her Most Luminescent Cowherd, Deaconess-Baroness Zenzylina Q of the Discarded Mop, and the Outhouse of Brutal Serendipity
From His Most Worthy Worthlessness, Exexexes X, Most Remotely Remote Apostate of Jolo's Perfectly Ignoble Boarding House (for one tenday only)
23 Flamerule, the Year Before Next Year


By the Mistshadow, O Holy Cowherd, I replied as swiftly as I could.

These attacks against Wise Leira's faithful are utterly intolerable, and swift steps shall be taken to rectify the affair. Has Lady Corella blinded herself to the crushingly ponderous debt which she owes to the Keeper of Liars? We know her lies and we know her deceitful gambits, even if she herself should forget them. She gained the Garndegal Residence and all of its land through deception. She disgraced her rival, Lady Alarice Hawkmoor, and removed her from her dominion through deception. She laid her hands on the Third Word of Creation (however briefly) through deception. And for her masterstroke, she brought about her husband's death and secured his throne for herself through deception! And she has perpetrated far more lies and ruses than those. Though she will assuredly go to great lengths to deny us and to oppress us, she is already ours.

So she now plays a truly dangerous game with us, for as the Mist Maiden conceals our lies, she can just as easily lay those lies bare before the teeth of the Law. And yet that fate would be an act of mercy or of charity, for despots and betrayers stand to face worse fates yet. Fates shrouded in mystery. Passages unmourned. Legacies lost. One-hundred questions which reap three-hundred answers without a dram of truth among them.

I shall send more clerics to aid you, priests who shall secret themselves among the ranks of Lady Corella's servants, where they may better keep our Church's eyes and ears on her and act whenever needed. Do make way for their arrival.


By the Mistshadow,
Bishop X