And I've failed with Francesca entirely. Teaching her to drink properly, that is. I've had successes in other important areas, of course.'
The Emperor shook his head again, helplessly.
'And I'm looking forward to visiting Venice again. Some fine red wines those Italians produce.'
'I hope Erik beats you,' grumbled the Emperor. 'And I'm going to have a word with Francesca too.'
'So long as you keep to talking,' said Manfred, warily.
Chapter 13
Eneko Lopez stared impassively at the face of the Grand Metropolitan. He did not allow the thoughts roiling in his mind to show. He hoped not, anyway.
'You obviously made quite an impression on Emperor Charles Fredrik, Father Lopez,' said the frail, pale—and powerful—man sitting on the throne before him. The Grand Metropolitan held up a scroll, almost as if it were a scepter.
The Grand Metropolitan had a reputation for vacillation; however, he was still the most powerful figure in the Church. And Eneko was never certain how much of that vacillation was because of the Holy Father's nature, and how much was because, in the end, when one kept from making up one's mind, things tended to sort themselves out without forcing one to take a stand.
'I found the Holy Roman Emperor to be a pleasant enough companion on the road here,' said Eneko dryly. 'A not overly pious man, though.'
The Grand Metropolitan gave a reedy chuckle. 'It appears that he, on the other hand, did find you to be one. It is a signal honor of sorts. And, quite honestly, not a request easily denied.'
'God is omnipresent,' said Eneko stiffly. 'He can be addressed as well from Mainz as from Jerusalem.'
The Grand Metropolitan gave another reedy chuckle. 'A viewpoint that I am sad that I will not be able to hear you express to the Metropolitan of Jerusalem. None the less, it is the express desire of the Emperor of the most powerful Christian state that you should go to Jerusalem to pray for his soul, as he, as the bastion stone of the Christian Empire, cannot leave his duty to millions of other Christian souls merely to indulge the desire of his old age.'
Eneko stood in silence.
'He is a powerful friend of the Holy Church, Father Lopez,' said the old man, mildly.
Eneko sighed. 'I know. But, Your Holiness, I had hoped . . . The order I wish to found. The Emperor seemed quite well disposed to the idea.'
The Grand Metropolitan scowled slightly. 'More so than I have been. Your problem, Father Eneko, is that you have been a valuable tool for the church in your present role. I need an agent of your caliber. I am less sure that the church needs yet another religious order to create more schisms and infighting. But the Emperor is indeed well- disposed toward your scheme; he goes as far as to suggest a name. He seems to think a Petrine-based order devoted to holy magic in the active and combative sense would act as a counterweight to the Servants of the Holy Trinity. He also thinks that Father Eneko Lopez of the Basque country would be a good man to head such an order. I must read you his words.'
The old man cleared his throat, unfurled the parchment and held the scroll at full arm's stretch. Then, began reading from it in a slight sing-song:
' 'I find myself in agreement with your proposal that the Hypatian order should open some chapter houses in Swabia, Brunswick and Prussia. Details may be thrashed out between our intermediaries, but I would be happy to see as many as twenty of these established in the Empire's central provinces. However, one does not use a shovel to do a sword's work and vice versa. I am of the opinion that the order of Saint Hypatia in particular and the Church in general have lost some of the militant purpose Chrysostom imbued it with. It has become very gentle, and as a result, we are seeing enemies springing up who do not scruple to use the darkest of magics against us. The Empire and the Holy Church need a force not lacking in some of the gentleness of the Hypatian Order, but with the steel to meet the spiritual and supernatural evils of the northern darkness which threaten the mother Church.' '
The Grand Metropolitan paused and peered at Eneko over the top of the parchment. 'He then proposes you heading such an order. But I read further: 'However, I feel Father Lopez would still benefit from some broadening of his viewpoints before he takes up this challenge. Therefore my request that he undertakes this pilgrimage to Jerusalem can serve a double purpose. As one of the most pious men I have met, he can pray for my soul, which I fear stands in sore need of such intervention. Visiting the birthplace of our faith and then proceeding to the cradle of our learning, Alexandria, will also broaden his outlook. Besides, such an order as he envisages will need to consult the Great Library at Alexandria extensively, as it remains the greatest source and storehouse of arcane knowledge, both Christian and non-Christian, in Christendom. And if Alexandria cannot broaden his outlook, then nothing can. Even the brothels there are an education.' '
Eneko felt himself redden. The Grand Metropolitan was plainly amused by his embarrassment. 'I think the Emperor's assessment is very acute,' he said with a wry smile. 'Both of your piety and your need for a broader perspective.'
Eneko took a deep breath. 'I have always wanted to undertake the pilgrimage to Jerusalem, Your Holiness,' he said, seriously. 'And the second pilgrimage to the heart and birthplace of the Order of Saint Hypatia. But the responsibility of another man's soul—any man's soul, never mind the Holy Roman Emperor's—is too much for me.'
The Grand Metropolitan nodded. 'Only Christ could carry such a weight,' he said gently. 'But all that is asked of us is to do as much we can and He has ever promised us that He will help us to bear the rest. You may choose some companions—say, three—to help you. I feel Emperor Charles Fredrik would agree that such broadening of the structure that you envisage will be better if it has a wider foundation, as it were. Now, my son. I have other interviews. Come, take my blessing and get along with you. You and your companions will travel as humble pilgrims to Jerusalem, and thence Alexandria. I have prayed on this and I feel you guided to this path.' It was said with a quiet certainty and deep humility.
It was also a firm, unarguable dismissal.
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