Keep as a young boy himself and had risen within the ranks quite quickly. For the last ten years he’d governed as Hierarch. His long brown hair was streaked with wisps of grey and on his face he grew a beard which he stroked as he read the prophecy. The Hierarch read the prophecy several times before he looked up at Brother Astern. ‘This doesn’t tell us much, Brother Astern. What are your thoughts on this?’ ‘Hierarch, I fear that this prophecy, too, will come to pass. Just as many others have that evoked my magic. I don’t know when or where, but in time, I believe the events are sure to unfold.’ ‘This isn’t much to go by, Brother Astern. We’ve known no enemies and the land we live in has been at peace for as long as I can remember. I’m afraid we can do nothing,’ the Hierarch said as he read the prophecy again. ‘We shall not tell the others of the circle. This will stay between us. I want you to keep in mind that if anything else arises that you feel is related to this prophecy, then we shall meet about it again.’ ‘But Hierarch—’ ‘That will be all, Brother Astern.’ The Hierarch handed the prophecy back to him. He took the prophecy and knew their conversation was over. He thanked the Hierarch for his time and left the room. Hierarch Jacob sat at his desk and he thought about the prophecy he’d just read. The reminder of it had sent shivers up his spine but there was nothing he could do for now. He'd just have to keep his eyes open for any sign that would lead him to believe the prophecy had begun to unfold.
Brother Astern returned to his own room, the prophecy weighing heavily on his mind. He placed the prophecy in his safety box. It was a long metal box that he kept on top of his desk. It held all the things that were dear to him. As he put it away, he decided not to obsess over it, but if the time came he’d be able to confer with the Hierarch again. Tomorrow a new student would arrive at the Keep. Brother Astern set his mind to prepare for the boy’s arrival. He went about the rest of the day and attended to his classes. After his evening meal he retired early to his room and tried not to think about the events of that morning. Finally, as he began to tire, he changed for bed and blew out the candles. In the morning Brother Astern went about his routine. He rose from his bed, washed, dressed for the day and attended breakfast in the great hall. After breakfast he saw to the Prophecy room. Everything was just as it should be and he looked towards the shelf where he’d returned the book yesterday. Nothing was out of order and when he left the room he locked the door and continued on to his lessons. Just after lunch Brother Astern heard the news that a carriage approached the Keep. He made his way to the main hall’s entrance to greet the new student. As he approached the front portal he saw Hierarch Jacob on the steps as the carriage pulled to a halt. Brother Astern watched the man and his son step out of the carriage. The Hierarch greeted them and Brother Astern noticed Gustov bowed and hurried to retrieve the bags from the roof of the carriage. Hierarch Jacob then spread his arms wide and in a voice loud enough for Brother Astern to hear said, ‘Gerard Antrobus. Welcome to the Keep!’ A shiver rolled down Brother Astern’s spine. His magic began to tingle and he was unable to go forward to greet the new student. With effort he turned and walked away. His heart felt heavy and he was unsure why he felt so disturbed. Wearily he trod back to his quarters.
Chapter Six
Henry walked his horse around to the front of the little hut which had been his home for nearly twenty years. He fastened the saddlebags onto his horse and tied the canvas behind the cantle. He’d rolled the blankets up tightly with the box inside and made sure it was safely hidden before he wrapped the blankets in the canvas to keep out any rain. Henry made sure all was securely in place and he