Chapter 5: Binding Up the Past
The power Bahamut has given me to heal is truly great, but as I have
grown in experience I have learned to appreciate more the gift to heal
hope. A man may live with his body broken and yet have hope, and that
man may be a happy man, but one who is without hope is more destitute
than the poorest beggar.
And in truth, one without hope cannot fully be healed. One who might
easily have lived will often sicken and die without hope, for it seems
the body can recognize the despair of the mind and heart.
To destroy hope is at least as grave a sin as is maiming the body, and it is against this sin I most firmly stand.
“This is Lieutenant Ailill,” Captain Telarnen said. The man indicated
was an elf, dressed in a simple robe, but with an elaborate symbol—which
Garkhen supposed was a symbol of Sephania—hanging on a silver chain
about his neck. He had been checking some dressing on a wound as the
pair had approached, but stood and turned to face his commander as they
neared.
“Lieutenant, this is Private Garkhen ze'Darkhen'Sem'dor. He has
requested to serve in the healer's corp. Garkhen, Lieutenant Ailill will
be your superior here.”
Lieutenant Ailill looked Garkhen up and down, then sniffed. “Not like that, he's not.”
Before the half-dragon could respond, Captain Telarnen gave his
subordinate a severe look. “Yes, Lieutenant. As he is, in armor.”
There was a brief moment of tension as they held one another's gaze,
then the elf nodded briefly. Captain Telarnen nodded as well, satisfied,
then said, “Very well, then. Garkhen, you are now a Private in my
company, under Lieutenant Ailill's command. He will give you a brief
introduction to your duties. You will listen, and you will obey his
orders. Lieutenant, I will be expecting a report this evening.” And with
that, he left Garkhen with his new superior.
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