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Rex Mortuus Est, Vivat Rex
The Palace of Stonebridge
Arn-Maciska
Covenant of the Nations of Macisikan
RK3274: Akti XIV 46: C/Aug VII 1
“Your Eminence, I have to inform you that the Cenobirach has just passed away,” the words were whispered into Alessandro Perez’s ear; the ring carefully passed into his hand.
The old man sighed heavily. The day had been such a good one too; the peace of the gardens disturbed only by the youthful shouts of the boys at play.
“Thank you,” he said softly; at the footman’s questioning glance, he shook his head. “No, I’ll do it.”
Fumbling for his cane, he stood, and slowly, painfully, made his way onto the grass, towards one particular boy with golden hair – a moment ago he’d been trying to kick a ball away from his darker-haired friend, but it had rapidly devolved into a wrestling match between the two. Perez suppressed another sigh as one of the other boys, about to join in, saw him and froze. Couldn’t have Akti waited just a few more hours?
“Guys,” the kid said – managing to catch the attention of the darker-haired one, who promptly jabbed the blond in the ribs. There was a flurry and scramble of limbs as the boys disengaged and tried to make themselves look somewhat presentable. It didn’t really work – they were covered in grass stains, sweat, and dirt.
The Archcardinal met youthful eyes staring back at him with curiosity, and slowly, carefully, lowered himself to one knee, bowing his head; out of the corner of his eye, he could see the servants doing the same. Only the Blade Guard remained standing, a dawning look of realisation sweeping across several of their faces. As he straightened, he saw the boy’s inquisitive expression melt into confusion.
Silently, he held out his hand, palm up; the ring lying in it. The confusion on Constantinus’s face collapsed, replaced by understanding, and a steely determination; the boy reached out, and took the ring.
No hesitation.
“The Ard-Rí is dead,” Perez said in the cadence of High Court. “Long live the Ard-Rí!”
Around him the servants repeated the proclamation; as his friends knelt around him, Constantinus looked back at the Archcardinal, a silent question in his eyes.
Silently, Perez cursed the rapidly cooling corpse. There were several hundred adult deMakras to pick from, but Akti had chosen to drop the Crown on the head of his twelve-year-old grandson instead. Still, at least she was First Minister, instead of that dilettante Aldir or the fool Dettaine, praise the Laughing God for small mercies.
That night, Perez knelt before the altar in his rooms, lighting candles for the Immaterial Eight; clasping his frail hands together, he whispered a prayer. Patron of Solace, gather our departed Sovereign to you. Patron of Mercy, please look kindly on your new Material Brother. Good Mother, may his days be many…
As Perez continued around the circle, his head bowed, he didn’t notice that for one brief moment, the Good Mother’s symbol glowed.