[Even as a babe he never recounted being held as one like this. It was foreign to him.. but not unwelcome. The kind priest had the sort of love and warmth surrounding him that he wished all his own people under the church shared.]
I.. There was a noblewoman who left the city.. I tried to go find her, for she said she knew me and where my brother was.
[Teases away a stray lock behind the little prince's ear even as he tucks him under one arm like an oversize basket, gently carrying him to the church pew. He sets the youth down next to him, unravelling his rosary slowly to let it unfurl in his lap.]
Thaen ye've still ae reason tae be here, o' else God would've taken ye back wit' her.
Where ever yer brother es, th' Lord es watchin' o'er him, joos' as he watches o'er ye.
[Gently fingering the beads one by one the Holy man looked over to watch the young lamb in his contemplation, wondering how it was that an innocent could seem so wise.]
...He still hears ye, chiel. Dinna ye doubt thaet.
[The youth felt his flesh crawling as he ran his hands up his clothed arms. A visible shudder ran cold over his tiny shoulders, his unruly crown of sable veiling over his face as he uttered with perfect recite.]
N..no..
And when ye spread forth your hands, I will hide mine eyes from you... yea, when ye make many prayers, I will not hear... your hands are full of blood.
[The priest takes both of those hands in his own and turns towards him, saddened by that self-condemnation.]
Th' Lord's forgiveness es great, ef ye merelieh can ask, Vlad. Nae matter whit ye think ye've done, His mercieh es...Th' onlieh thin' en thaes world thaet can cleanse th' spirit completelieh.
Hei..!
[Even as a babe he never recounted being held as one like this. It was foreign to him.. but not unwelcome. The kind priest had the sort of love and warmth surrounding him that he wished all his own people under the church shared.]
I.. There was a noblewoman who left the city.. I tried to go find her, for she said she knew me and where my brother was.
[He looked solemn and ashamed.]
...I failed Popă.
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Thaen ye've still ae reason tae be here, o' else God would've taken ye back wit' her.
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What.. What do you think my purpose is here, Popă? Every moment longer I am here... is a moment longer my brother is there..
[As he was seated down, he brought his knees up...]
Alone.
[And wrapped his arms around his legs as candle-lit eyes strayed up to the alter cross.]
With those barbarians.
I prayed to God.. but I.. do not think he hears prayers from those like me..
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[Gently fingering the beads one by one the Holy man looked over to watch the young lamb in his contemplation, wondering how it was that an innocent could seem so wise.]
...He still hears ye, chiel. Dinna ye doubt thaet.
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[The youth felt his flesh crawling as he ran his hands up his clothed arms. A visible shudder ran cold over his tiny shoulders, his unruly crown of sable veiling over his face as he uttered with perfect recite.]
N..no..
And when ye spread forth your hands, I will hide mine eyes from you... yea, when ye make many prayers, I will not hear... your hands are full of blood.
...I'm... unclean...
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Th' Lord's forgiveness es great, ef ye merelieh can ask, Vlad. Nae matter whit ye think ye've done, His mercieh es...Th' onlieh thin' en thaes world thaet can cleanse th' spirit completelieh.
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