Role

Chapter 12

"Seek the crone", we are bid.

We speak of deceptions, wisdom, the little lies that make the path palatable.
We had thought to come with some grand deception, but that was within us,
our own hubris. Nalasul does not require it. We should have realized it.
We have been asked of wisdom, and we have said that we are missing pieces,
the threads are convoluted but we still see the web.

Look deeper, always perceive what lies beneath the surface, knowing the first
surface appearance, but knowing that the truth is deeper than that.

Again, Nalasul doubts the beast will be content.

We doubt it as well. But we do want Father to join Mother.

What next, we are asked.

Father. The weapon, perhaps, definitely striving to understand how these threads
weave together in this web.

Nalasul asked if we wanted to be known as hers. We are proud to be hers, and we relish
the chance to weave her web. She bids us to think on how to fool the beast, and to
think on the Idmund we wish the world to know, which may not be the Idmund she
knows.
"Which version of Idmund is the most...convenient? Effective? Useful?"