description: A priest of the Order of the White
Knights recounting the story of the Toy of Foiros. Picture drawn by
ood morn, my young apprentices! I see you have risen before me
for once. Well, that is as it should be, for when you are allowed to move up to
your novitiate, you will be rising ere Injèrá
shows its first colours at the edge of the World. There are fires to be lit,
floors to be scrubbed, altars to be laid….what’s that? Breakfasts to be eaten?
Why, you cheeky psittae-bird, you! Before
food can be eaten, it must first be cooked, yes? Thank you for volunteering to
make the porridge this fine day. Off to the kitchens, and tell Brother Surnell
you will be assisting him till noon. And change on the duty roster with
whatever novice is there now…
young Harbethy, I do believe, and he will be glad of the rest.
Now, since the lot of you are up so early, and cannot break your fast for a
while, what shall I do with you? Are your beds made? Good! And the dormitory in
order? Truly? I had not thought to start your lessons just yet, and certainly
not ere breakfast… Ah! A story? Excellent idea. I shall make it a teaching
tale, and you may all help pod these onn’miev
while you listen. We are always needing the white beans in the kitchens, after
all. Now… “I’ll tell you a tale from ancient years/ So close your mouths and
open your ears!”
This is the story called “The Toy of Foiros”, about how the sun came to be.
You all know that our Lord Nehtor,
despite His title as the Lone God, at one time had helped the other Divinities
in the making of Caelereth and this world in
which we now live. Alongside the Forgelord
Urtengor, and the Lifegiver Foiros,
and the Ladies Jeyriall and
Eyasha, our deity set His dancing
footsteps on the earth and aided them to shape
Each of the Great Ones had His or Her own task in the world, and They set Their
hands to what They most enjoyed. Urtengor,
or TrumBarol as the
dwarves do call Him, hammered out the shapes
of mountains, and forged the cups of the lakes.
lovely plants and flowers from the Wind, spinning them
out between Her palms. Jeyriall
breathed life into the plants, and shaped the animals.
fires to burning around the earth, and hung one great ball of fire in the sky.
And all was beauty, and newness, and Caelereth
shone like a golden plate thrown in the air. But then
the God of Excess, the Lustlad Etherus,
set His fingers upon its beauty, and in childish destruction began to twist it
to His whims. He set the seas flooding the beautiful gardens, and made the
earth upheave into great volcanoes, and chaos began to stalk
The Gods who had worked in
creation were much displeased, and some set themselves against
Etherus, and His partner in destruction,
the dark Queprur.
ready to dampen the flames of the volcanoes, and
Baveras SeaQueen raised Her hands
against the flooding water, and our Lord
Nehtor set winds blowing to puff out the disasters and push them back.
But Nehtor’s winds only blew the fires
here and there, and Baveras’ tides only
swayed the huge ball of flame in the sky, and the earth became more scorched
and chaotic, and Etherus and
Queprur rejoiced in the devastation.
Finally Foiros bestirred Himself, and
sought out Nehtor, and they spoke
together of justice and healing for Caelereth.
Many days did they take council together, as
Nehtor wept for grief and
with anger. And as Nehtor
wept, the tears that fell from His eyes became ice and
then crystal spheres, priceless diamante gems filling His lap, so great was His
sorrow for the lovely Creation.
Then did Foiros
come to Urtengor
with His hands full of the great teargems. “Here,” He
said to the Forgelord. “Make from these for me a cage of crystal, that I may
hang My Fireorb safely beyond the reach of those two, like a toy kept from
children.” And His divine eyes blazed with contempt and fury.
Willingly did the Hammerlord ply His craft, and a sparkling net of gemstuff He
forged, round as Jeyriall’s
bosom and bright as Baveras’ eyes.
more of His tears to make a clasp and hinges for the cage. And
Eyasha brought a shining chain, woven of
mithril and wind and Xeua and love, to hang it between
His fire in it, and named it Injèrá,
the Sun. But the two Goddesses Jeyriall
and Baveras, laughing, called it the Toy
of Foiros, and batted it between Their slim ivory hands as two maids might play
with a ball, until Foiros
with stern look thrust between them and caught
in His fist. “Into the heavens shall this Toy go, and shall be a thing of
protection and life-giving light for men and
elves, for all living creatures on Caelereth.
And Etherus and
tamper with it no more.”
Then the divine Lords and Ladies hung the
aloft to shine forever, and there it stayed till the Time of Darkness, when its
light was taken from us for one entire year. But that is another story, and
best told after breakfast. “My tale is through, tis o’er and done / so rise and
be off, to feed and fun!”