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Saturday, June 28, 2014

JUDGEMENT'S TALE I by William L. Hahn

An Interview with Cedrith Fellareon
I’m pleased to present a brief interview with (but not really about) the character of Cedrith in the upcoming Tale of Hope Games of Chance. Cedrith Fellareon is an Elf and a member of the Sages Guild, visiting Conar, the capital of Hope, from his homeland Mendel. A polite and respected guildsman, Cedrith’s life has been turned around by his acquaintance with Solemn Judgement, the main character of the story. Judgement’s Tale Part One, Games of Chance will be available July 4th.

 “Say there, Sage Fellareon! Could I have a word?”

“Chief Archivist, for you always, how may I be of service?”

“Well, Sage Fellareon, it’s about this request on my desk, for a restricted tome. Seems to be from a student of yours?”

“Indeed? Is it recent?”

“Well no, there’s the thing- I, ahm, I did not get to it, had it a couple weeks.”

“You’ve been very busy, no doubt sir, I under-”

“And you yourself, I just realized, checked out the same book two days ago.”

“Indeed yes, I took the liberty, that is, I did not realize he ha-”

“So I thought most likely the matter was resolved.”

“Ah yes, so it has been, thanks for your concern.”


“Chief Archivist?”

“What about- well this student of yours, Sage Fellareon? Is it usual, I mean, do you normally take pupils older than yourself?”


“That is, I mean no insult to your age- that is, I’m sure I have no idea how old- oh, dear, I’ve given offence.”

“Not in the least, I assure you, sir. There is-”

“I am so unused to dealing with elves, you see, you are indeed the only visitor from Mendel’s kingdom I’ve ever encountered.”

“Please, do not trouble yourself, sir. There is-”

“It’s simply that this old man- is he indeed a human? Or perhaps another one of your race?”

“Do you speak of Solemn Judgement, sir?”

“The grey-haired one whose name is on this request. Your pupil, am I right Sage?”

“My dear Chief Archivist, I’m afraid you must prepare yourself for a shock. Solemn Judgement, my pupil as you call him, is perhaps fifteen years old.”

“Why nonsense, sir! Do you mean- ah, of course! So this Judgement youth is a nobleman, then? His servant spoke very well for a menial.”

“No- with respect, Chief Archivist, he only appears aged at first glance. And his manner-”

“Please, be serious! A youth? There’s not a hair on his head any color but slate. And such reserve, he spoke like someone from court.”

“He may have been, sir, for all I can tell. Judgement has ever been the very soul of comportment and civility, quite remarkable in someone so young. I can well unders-”

“What house is he from, then? One of the southern baronies? Or perhaps from Shilar?”

“Neither sir. He is in fact an alien among us. And an orphan. Perhaps you recall, that unfortunate incident last month, on the day of my thesis presentation?”

“What do y- by the Hopelord, do you mean- this was the fellow wh-who was… :: whispering :: arrested?”

“The very same, sir, on his first day in the city, though I must sa-”

“Oh that horrid hour! I can hardly breathe.”

“Let us sit, sir, perhaps some tea. Here, right here we are.”

“The very thing, thank you, Sage. I admit, since that day I had banished the dreadful thought- to think, the Law of Conar nearly broken! After four thousand years… and you tell me now, the criminal was this boy?”

“As to that-”

“I had heard tell it was some rough sailor, or a powerful mage!”

“Yes, the staff, and his high boots-”

“But everyone spoke of the villain as a man, sir, I mean an adult, Sage Fellareon.”

“Chief Archivist, if you will kindly recall, Solemn Judgement was found innocent of this, ah, misunderstanding. The Law remains unbroken.”

“Well, of course as it should be. But now I think on this Judgement fellow, I find more reasons to be unsure of him, Sage Fellareon. Do you think it quite politic to keep him here, and moreover looking into forbidden works?”

“Restricted, Chief Archivist, I must insist, not forbidden.”

“Let us not split hairs, Sage Fellareon. Just look at this list of sign-outs! I took the liberty, when I realized what book he was asking for. Despairing culture, reports of miracles from the past three centuries, burial customs- why, there are even tomes in the Ancient tongue here, yet you insist this is just a youth.”

“It does seem strange, I know, but his curiosity is very, eh, very widespread. I know of no subject he is not interested in.”

“But, books in Ancient? For what purpose?”

“Why to read, Chief Archivist. You seem disinclined to believe me? May I ask if you have much fluency, sir- I myself can hardly-”

“As to that, I can read well enough, yes- at my age, and after years of study.”

“Young Judgement reads and speaks with fluency.”

“Ridiculous! Speaks! Why even the preachers must stay within strict bounds with the Ancient tongue of our heroic ancestors.”

“You need not question my account, Chief Archivist. Ask his tutor- the Healers Guildmistress Natashi Ioki.”

“Healer Ioki! A scholar indeed, of the first rank. I suppose, heh, we could trust her word on the matter.”

“Or his.”


“It is not possible to lie in the Ancient tongue- but Judgement speaks no falsehood, whatever the language or subject. Neither will he lose his temper, no matter how poorly he is received-”

“What! Say, are you-”

“He never fails to complete any research assigned, shirks no chore however tedious or long, nor will he drink wine or ale, hardly sleeps and never stops working to learn.”

“Only all that! You seem to think very highly of him. I suppose you can be forgiven for interrupting, in light of your approbation. Perhaps you will tell me next that he can fly.”

“No, sir.”

“Praise the Hopelord.”

“But he can swim.”

“Oh now, this is your Elvish humor no doubt. Who taught him to swim, pray tell me that.”

“This is the very point, sir. Who indeed? But the young man claims it is common where he came from. And I witnessed his skill with my own eyes.”

“You leave me without words, Sage Fellareon. What are we to do with this prodigy?”

“Do, sir? We are a Guild of Sages- I had not thought it unusual that I should endeavor to teach him.”

“Well of course, sir, of course! But I mean, after that- once this unusual fellow has learned, what then shall become of him, and what does he intend, answer me that.”

“Such mysteries are far beyond my poor abilities, Chief Archivist.”

“I should think, sir, with all respect to your position as guest here, that some thought might be taken. The subjects this, this alien is studying, I would say require caution.”

“As you please, sir. I’m here for a session with the youth now- you may interrogate him if you wish.”


“Certainly, Chief Archivist- satisfy your concerns, I assure you Solemn Judgement will answer every question put to him.”

“Why as to that- I cannot- that is, I prefer- ach! He is coming, those boots, I hear him from a furlong, his pace like some moving clock, or a horrid Makine.”

“Chief Archivist!”

“And always wearing that broad, flat-brimmed hat, with eyes that stare, and never blink- see, there he is coming now as you said. No, I leave him to your care, Sage Fellareon, absolutely.”

“You are quite certain, Chief Archivist?”

“No doubt, sir, I’m sure you may be trusted completely with his care. It occurs to me that I have, I must, some appointments. I cannot- those eyes! That is, I leave him to you.”

“Thank you sir.”

“You need not thank me- may the Heroes watch over you, I pray! Good day, sir.”

Games of Chance
For twenty centuries the Lands of Hope prospered from their Heroes’ peace, but suffer now from their absence as a curse thickens over the central kingdom known as the Percentalion. An immortal omniscient conspirator schemes to escape the extra-worldly prison restraining his tide of undeath, using a demonic ally in a plot to bring back hell on earth. Solemn Judgement steps onto these Lands both a stranger and an orphan, driven to complete the lore his father died to give him.

In a world beset with increasing chaos, the bravest Children of Hope must take mortal risks. A young woodsman’s spear-cast, a desperate bid to save his comrades; the Healers Guildmistress’ cheery smile, hiding a grim secret and a heavy burden of guilt; the prince of Shilar’s speech in a foreign tongue, a gambit to avoid bloodshed or even war. As a new generation of heroes, scattered across the kingdoms, bets their lives and more, Solemn Judgement- soon to be known as The Man in Grey- must learn to play… Games of Chance: Part One of Judgement’s Tale

Wm. L. Hahn Bio
Will Hahn has been in love with heroic tales since age four, when his father read him the Lays of Ancient Rome and the Tales of King Arthur. He taught Ancient-Medieval History for years, but the line between this world and others has always been thin; the far reaches of fantasy, like the distant past, still bring him face to face with people like us, who have choices to make.

Will didn't always make the right choices when he was young. Any stick or vaguely-sticklike object became a sword in his hands, to the great dismay of his five sisters. Everyone survived, in part by virtue of a rule forbidding him from handling umbrellas, ski poles, curtain rods and more.

Will has written about the Lands of Hope since his college days (which by now are also part of ancient history). With the publication of Judgement’s Tale Part One, Games of Chance, he begins at last to tell the tale of the Land’s most unique hero, The Man in Grey.

Will Hahn is the chronicler of the Lands of Hope tales.

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