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The white horse tore across the ground, mud and snow kicking up in it's wake. The path had been long and a cold one, as the weather grew worse and worse with each mile trekked. But fortunately for Leif, he knew where to find the priest he was after. He just hoped his hunch hadn't been incorrect. And he just hope he could trust Attie's heart.
Peering down at the woman laying across his lap, he reminded himself this was for her, for her protection, and now that her secret was 'out', he had little choice in who he could actually trust. And if he ever were to find out 'Father Merric' had been responsible for any part of what happened to Attie, he swore to Ansgar he'd kill him himself.
The Chapel at High Water (a name he only realized, upon his approach, the irony...), was a place now covered in a thick dusting of snow. And his own breath and the horse's were coming out in streamed puffs as they trotted over the wooden bridge that lead to the back stables for the church. And when the stable boy came out to greet them, Leif paused to recall his attire- and swore inwardly. Thank the Gods he had removed his mask, and ditched his cape back in Allar. But the dark suit of armor..
he just hoped did not give his alter ego away. If Merric were to find out he was the Masked Mordecai...
Shaking that thought side, he called the stable by over.
"Father Merric. I must speak with him. Tell him.... Attie is here for him."
He did not want to use his own name, but he knew Attie would draw a different response than his own.
So as the stable hand rushed back inside, he stood there waiting, neck craning up towards the towering steeple of stone. He recalled back to the last time he was inside the steeple of a church- and what was left in the bell tower.
He heard a door open and turned to regard Merric. he saw his expression, and though Leif was scowling he approached him anyway, Attie bundled in his arms.
"I need your help." he said, and just enough of Attie's unconscious face was exposed beneath the blankets, snow kissing lightly against her delicate cheeks. "Attie needs your help." And the last part was spoken in barely a whisper.