'My son, we are in peril.'
At the voice of his father, Velentham sat up straight. He brooded at the edge of the waterfall pond where he had taken Sanria many times prior. His mind was lost in the thought that she could possibly have forgotten him - of all the beings in the multiverse she could have encountered - how could she have forgotten him? Still, the urgency in his father's voice concerned him. 'Are you alright?'
'Yes, but it seems our visitor is the son of Matutinus Eosos.'
'Eosos... you don't mean...'
'Yes, my son. Gilean Eosos. We need to determine what to do right away before we are found out with him in our posession.'
Velentham appeared instantly in the cottage, not bothering with the customary respect of the front door. "Please, I need time," Gilean was saying.
"Matutinus Eosos' son?! Eosos? Here?"
"Yes. That is me."
"Pathetic... a pathetic disgrace. We should return him to the tribunal and let them have their way with him. This should not be on our hands, father."
"You may stay outside until you make your decision," Telfenham said.
"I ask of you, one more time, if not for me, for Claire... and our child. Should they be punished for my beliefs?"
"You are here on the whim of my hospitality. I extend you the two choices. What you do with your mortal shell is of no concern to me."
"I'm saddened by how quickly your compassion can wane, especially for those that have done nothing to deserve punishment," Gilean said.
"You have done everything to earn my scorn. Your words echo for immortal time. It is your misfortune that you have fallen in with those who will be burned by your flame of anger against your own. You are not welcome in this house."
As Gilean walked, cowed, to the door, Velentham glowered in a wash of superiority. "It is tragic that when you exhale your last you will come back to us yet again. Yet another punishment awaits you, Eosos. Eternity is a long time to consider your failings." With a wave of his hand, Velentham opened the cottage door with an audible crack. The priest gone, Velentham turned to see his father's stern eyes upon him. "This is not my fault."
