‘And the greatest virtue of a High Priestess is that she recognizes that youth is necessary to the representative of the Goddess, so that she will retire gracefully in favour of a younger woman’.
The Wiccan Book of Shadows
Jonathan had very little sleep. But it was time to get up and get ready for a day of meetings. He called for room service. Shaving is so dangerous’, Jonathan thought. ‘7 blades for a close shave. Something like that.’ It was going to be quite a day.
Soror Candor was not entirely convinced, and he had to convince her. The Soror had a habit of living up to her name. She was divergent. Always divergent. Brutally honest. It was frightening. But she was the youngest Master for more than 300 years to have succeeded to all 72 trials. She was also stunning. Moreover, she had proven herself capable.
Candor was livid when they spoke a few days earlier. ‘That nit-witted blonde certainly knew how to raise a cone of anger.’ Jonathan chuckled. ‘At least that is something.’ ‘The rest, fake. She failed the first trail thrice. She should have been cut loose.’
‘The Council is to blame. They should have crowned a successor. Rex crowned his successor. There is evidence. Rex made sure of it. That woman was a hag even in her youth. But we ignored it. And Soror Kebechet never asked for it. ‘
‘We would have supported her, but like all of us, she kept quiet. Waiting. We all were. Is it too late now to put right that wrong? Kebechet the elegant one. The serpent of the still cooling waters of death. The Death Mother. She could bring rebirth. Now Kebechet named Candour as her choice. ‘
‘One in Eight. Yes, vital. Very vital. ‘
Jonathan took his briefcase and headed to the Temple.