I am writing about a fantastic Empire. These chapters are "the origins" of what is happening in the time when the story is written, about 1000 years before...
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After the frugal breakfast and before beginning his study work in the tower, Fra' Kaistos decided that he would go and check on the convalescents. Without his absence being noticed in a generalized way, because he had tried (and succeeded) to go unnoticed, he went out into the central courtyard and looked up at the sky: the two suns shared the firmament today with some unimportant cloud.
He had thought about it before: the day was beautiful, but the images of the night prevented him from enjoying what he saw. If there was one thing that had become clear to him after that breakfast, it was that both Fra' Rilaus and Fra' Sabelior were tirelessly trying to drive him out of the Abbot's sphere of trust, and had clearly let him know that they had plans for the future. It was clear too that the Abbot did not agree with these plans, although he had simply ignored them and talked about other much more prosaic issues such as the price of wheat or the need for the new brothers to arrive soon, once they had finished their formal studies.
Fra' Kaistos had never been interested in these fights. In fact, they had always bored him: his books and his experiments were much more fruitful. The fights to see who would succeed the Abbot in the long run and who would influence him now were really tedious because no one knew what the future would bring to any of them. Certainly, he knew perfectly well that, whatever degree of power these two were allowed to have in the future, one of the first things they would order was the ending of his experiments' room in the tower and the possibility of further research. Anyway, he was still not interested in those little games.
In addition, it was very clear to him that, if any of these situations were to occur (he would pray more but, maybe, Heaven wanted that to happen...), he had no desire to continue there. If his already long life had taught him anything, it was that there was nothing worse, in normal life, than to continue in a place where some were never tired of reminding others that they were not welcome there.
Without realizing it, he had reached the door that led to Lasanides' small apartment. He looked up and saw that the little dwarf beings were more than angry. Beside him, the magnificent black dog looked at him calmly, as if everything that had happened had been most normal.
He opened the door and walked in. Lasanides had fallen asleep again: not even the noises of the two dwarves had been able to wake him. He decided that he had to hand those two beings over to the vigilant monk's unit. He liked Fra' Tinodar: he was serious and loyal, and had seldom seen him lose his cool. Surely he would know what to do with them.
- Fra' - Lassanides had finally woken up and sat up.
- How are you?
- Much better. You want to get those two out of here, right? - he said, pointing to where they were.
