I woke up to the sound of muffled speech and a loud knock on the door.. Still half-asleep I stood up and stumbled towards what I thought must be the door. It was still dark outside so I fell over and bumped face forward into the wooden wall. My mind cleared from the sudden pain in my head I finally found the door. In front of me only dimly lit by the moon, stood a group of villagers. Marek, a middle-aged man in his late 30s, already balding but still stronger than most of the men in the village, muscles hardened from the daily farm working and woodcutting got pushed forward by his wife. He stood infront of me hesitating to speak. "Eh...Karel...what you said about the soul... and the..the heaven and all that..", he stammered "You know how Alla was ill and the herbera couldn't help? Eh well...she died just an hour ago and you said that if we let you put magic water on her she'd have it good. Please come quickly and baptzishish her!"
"It is 'baptize' Marek and yes of course I will come, let me grab my coat and some holy water."
I wasn't sure wether baptizing dead people was allowed. Fairly sure it wasn't, but this was important to Marek's family and if it would bring them closer to god and the church. I would have to take the risk of bending the rules of baptism. I was sure god would forgive me, since I was only trying to save some souls. More elaborate explanations could follow later when the villagers had found to the true faith. We made our way to through the village and as we walked towards Marek's house I could see people peeking out of their windows and doors. We entered Marek's house, a small wooden cabin, but large enough for a family of five. At least for rural vaegirian standards. They led me over to a straw bed. The girl lying on it was reeking of pestilence as if the devil itself had puffed his foul breath into her. That was nonsense of course, I knew the girl and she did nothing to deserve this, she was a pagan sure, but I refused to believe that god would be so cruel as to punish children for a choice they never got to make. The smell was awful, but I didn't let it show. I leaned over and poured some water over her hair.
"In the name of the one and only God and his holy prophet Homerus.. and in the name of the holy vaegirian church I baptize this child. Just like Homerus told the people of calradia to come to him and to bring their children, you shall come to God and find peace."
As I finished I thought to see a light flickering in Alla's eyes. Marek must have seen it too, because he had taken his fur cap off and was kneeling next to the bed holding Alla's hand. The rest of the family was also kneeling down. It seems I had planted the seed of faith in the simple minds of these Vaegirs. God must've recognized my efforts in saving these poor people's souls. Light had come to the darkness of the vaegirian plains.
Edited by Wololo, 04 April 2014 - 14:04.