Chapter 23: Tales of Hearsay
Magnus moved within the cathedral with the softest steps he could manage, and a contrite demeanor, his hands clasped low in front of him. In the morning light the stained glass seemed especially beautiful, and he looked all around at the sumptuous brocade, the intricate frescos and the grand ceiling above.
When the Priest approached him, Magnus seemed about to answer, paused with his mouth open just a fraction, and then nodded. "Yes Father, if you've got the time that is."
It soon became apparent that the Minotaur did not fit within the confines of the confessional. His horns simply could not be accommodated. But given that traffic was light on a Monday, they simply took the cushion out and Magnus knelt upon it just outside the open door where his voice could still be heard, and at least some privacy gained as his mouth protruded to within the box.
"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. It has been...seven months since my last confession." The Minotaur intoned in a low, rumbling tone as he knelt upon the cushion, hands clasped in front of himself.
While a life on the road had not permitted attending a regular Church service, Magnus had been baptized shortly after birth. Monks, pilgrims and the occasional Priest all had cause to travel, and most seemed willing to tend to their inhuman flock. Of course some naturally took issue with the hoofs, and the hair, and especially the horns, but so did the average man after all.
Magnus took a deep breath as he thought back. "I've done the sin of murder Father. While fightin' for the Empire I've killed..." Magnus swallowed hard. "Well I've killed a lot of Wazifi soldiers." he honestly could not recall the number. It was almost certainly less than ten. There was a pause.
"I also killed a bandit and some...others, in self defense" he did not want to say "elves" as he was not sure if those wretched things in the jungle had in fact been elves. He suddenly felt dirty. How often did somebody come here to confess a murder, and Magnus had just rattled off several. How did that make him look in the eyes of this Priest who probably dealt with things like coveting a neighbors wife or cheating on taxes.
"I don't know if it helps Father, if the Lord keeps track of these things. But one of those Wazifi. ah, consorted with familiar spirits, and more than that he raised the dead. I put them back down though...those poor bodies he raised up." Magnus licked his lips. "And there was a Demon with 'im, or a Devil I guess. I don't know what you'd call it, but I'd say it was a demon, I don't want to say its name here in the house of the Lord...but I killed that too, or as much as you can kill that sort of thing I guess...Smashed it into, well, something like coal" Magnus felt like he was rambling, so he cleared his throat. "There was some statues, golems I guess they're called. I'm not sure if they have souls or anythin' like that. Also killed..."
He was silent for some time. "I suppose that's it Father." he stared down at the floor in silent contemplation. The spearman that had nearly killed him. Sadda, the "black bird" that had eluded them for so long. The crossbow bolt that had nearly caught him in the face their first day out. Maybe the Lord was looking out for him.