"How does one build a civilization? How does one build from scratch what only time can construct and God conceive? What parts do comprise it? What rules govern it? All I have, is given to me, not only from above but from my predecessors. It is time for us to establish more than an ancient guard. We must begin a new order of saints who can make reality conform to the will of the Father, not through sorcery, nor through the craft of witches, but through love and wisdom, prayer and speech, thought and act."
"My King, this is but a dream," said Neryas, "I have spent my life devoted to the sword."
"Quiet!" roared the king, "You know not of what you speak! I know what is to come, the crumbling of my father's throne. I am nothing, Neryas. It is time to depart the way of the sword and begin cultivating powers from sources unknown and these books will not do them. I know what sorcery can do. But, we need an opposing force, and it will be of the way of our fathers, not the way of the sword."
"May I speak."
"Yes, Neryas, you may."
"The foundation of the thrown has always been the sword, it is the only way. There is no weapon, when wielded can enhance in faith the power of the one who holds it. This is its purpose, to slay sorcery and to make cowardice the craft of witches."
"Our enemies are gaining strength, their power too great, Neryas. Look," he said in tears, "the battle has given a sign, Toghormah is now above. It is sign to me."
His sons trickled in through the open doors. They were only four and no older than seven. King Tigran was young and the youthfulness of the queen was known to all. "There is no place safe enough for these, and my queen, her chastity is marred by the indecent speech of the brigade."
"We may chasten them, my Lord, however, I would like you to know that your queen is of most faithful origins, she is always cloaked as a queen ought to be, though in heavenly garments of material made in the light of angels and in the dew of their love and holiness."
“I know what you have done to make such a garments, Neryas, however, you must learn more. There are books you have not yet read, there is power in them I cannot yet wield. We need to know more before we begin to cultivate powers from these books. I would like you to go on an expedition, to find the lost Books of Moses. Within them there is the power to make civilization, and we must have them. Go, gather men, and do not return to me empty handed."
"Come my children," said the King, shifting his voice to more pleasant tones, "Let us eat and celebrate, for today, we have victory. He turned to the queen, "My love."
"I know Tigran, please," she shed tears. "He is with me, he will keep us in his prayers."
As Neryas drew away to the library, he was reminded by the Bishops of a secret of the crown, "Who was Toghormah? And who are the predecessors of King Tigran?”
Now nearly 400 years old, Neryas said he knew this, “I know there is a time for all things, and this is not one of them.”
The Bishops replied, “It is time to tell him.”
“No, it is a time to heal. Give him 40 days, and we will approach him with this truth.”