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Fluffy bunny huggers strike again!" he shouted, raising a laugh.
"Okay," Barbara said, holding up her hand. "That sounds likeanother in-joke."
"Do the acronym," Julie said. "Foundation for Love and Universal Faith. FLUF.
A few years back, one of the FBI agents who was being supported called the
Wiccan operative a 'fluffy bunny hugger.' Which shewas , but very good at what
she did. The rest of us, though, find it hilarious."
Barbara looked over at Hjalmar admiring the bastardized paintball gun and had
to admit he was anythingbut a "fluffy bunny hugger."
"What's in magazine three?" Ghomo asked, diffidently.
"Paintball rounds," James said, adjusting more controls and firing a burst of
blue rounds that splattered all over the target. "I like paintballing. And I'm
trying to figure out how to manufacture them with holy water instead of
paint."
"I'll take one with just the all purpose stake," Hjalmar said.
"That will be the Mark Seven," James admitted.
"Nine," Julie said, shaking her head. "And what you did to the poor cat
should be illegal . . ."
* * *
After a weapons cleaning party at the spacious longhouse most of the Asatru
used, Barb took a shower and put on a "dressy dress" for dinner. It was the
end of the conference and most of the members were going to be either going
back to their regular lives or on to assignments. Barbara was in a bit of a
limbo; nobody has assigned her to the mentioned mission but on the other hand
nobody had suggested she go home.
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She put on her duster and made her way across the compound towards the
Philosophy House. However, as she crossed the bridge to it, making a mental
note that running water was anathema to various malignant entities, she saw
Dartho striding towards her with an angry set to his shoulders.
"Donot woo my acolytes," he shouted at her as he approached. He pointed a
finger in her face and continued in a near scream. "Donot shove your Christian
mythology down the throat of my people, do you understand me?"
"I understand that you have three seconds to get that finger out of my face
or I'm going to break it off and feed it to you," Barbara replied, calmly. "As
to wooing your acolytes, you probably should do that yourself. I take it
you're discussing Ghomo?"
"I don't have enough male subs as it is!" Dartho shouted angrily, but
withdrew the offending digit. "I can't afford to lose one to your damned God!"
"Perhaps you should have considered that before he came tome for counseling,"
Barb said, feeling a righteous anger building in her. "He is a fine young man
who is questioning his faith. Doyou support him in his faith, Dartho? Wereyou
on the range teaching him? Wherewere you Dartho? What wereyou doing when he
needed someone to talk to? Is this abouthim Dartho or aboutyou ? He spoke of
giving of his essence and, in return, getting a smidgeon of power. Where is
the power going, Dartho? Are those acolytes you callyours , not yourgod's, I
notice, about worship of your god or worship ofyou , Dartho?"
"I am a high priest of Qua-Lin," Dartho screamed. "Do notbegin to try to
understand the mysteries of my god, Christian! It would blast your tiny mind!"
"I don't care about your mysteries, Dartho," Barb snapped. "But if the
worshippers are losing faith, perhaps theirpriest should do something about
that! Not come screaming at someone who gave a person a moment's thought, a
moment's help, a moment's comfort! Perhaps you should have considered tending
to your flock,priest , instead of whatever earthly pursuits you were
-practicing,priest ! Christian I am and Christian I shall be.MY faith is not
tested here, Dartho!"
"Whoa," Sharice said, hurrying from the longhouse. "No religious battles in
the compound. I could feel both of you from inside the Philosophy House."
"Tell her to leave my worshippers alone," Dartho snarled.
"I cantalk to whomever I want," Barb snapped. "I do not proselytize. I do not
condemn. I simplyWitness . And ifWitnessing is causing your worshippers to
reconsider their very faith, then maybe you should consider what that means,
Dartho."
"Both of you backoff ," Sharice said, raising her hands and then parting
them, her eyes closed.
Barb felt herself physically pushed back, away from the priest and onto the
bridge, and a feeling of peace descend over her. Not in anger but in searing
determination, she reached into her core and summoned her own channel, driving
out the externally imposed peace and summoning her own patience and
understanding to replace it.
Sharice's eyes snapped open at that and she opened her mouth, closing it when
she saw Barb's expression of Zen-like stillness.
"I do not permit the power of another god within my soul, Sharice," Barbara
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said, calmly. "My faith derives from the Lord Jesus Christ and I shallhave no
other before Him. But thank you for intervening."
"Barb, you were going to supper," Sharice said, just as calmly. "Dartho, were
you?"
"No, I was looking forher ," he spat.
"In that case, please go away from the Philosophy House and let Barbara get
her dinner," Sharice said. "You're leaving on assignment tomorrow. Until you
do, you two stay away from each other."
"I want you to tell her to stay away from my acolytes," Dartho insisted. "I
won't have her wooing them over to her damned slave religion." [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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Fluffy bunny huggers strike again!" he shouted, raising a laugh.
"Okay," Barbara said, holding up her hand. "That sounds likeanother in-joke."
"Do the acronym," Julie said. "Foundation for Love and Universal Faith. FLUF.
A few years back, one of the FBI agents who was being supported called the
Wiccan operative a 'fluffy bunny hugger.' Which shewas , but very good at what
she did. The rest of us, though, find it hilarious."
Barbara looked over at Hjalmar admiring the bastardized paintball gun and had
to admit he was anythingbut a "fluffy bunny hugger."
"What's in magazine three?" Ghomo asked, diffidently.
"Paintball rounds," James said, adjusting more controls and firing a burst of
blue rounds that splattered all over the target. "I like paintballing. And I'm
trying to figure out how to manufacture them with holy water instead of
paint."
"I'll take one with just the all purpose stake," Hjalmar said.
"That will be the Mark Seven," James admitted.
"Nine," Julie said, shaking her head. "And what you did to the poor cat
should be illegal . . ."
* * *
After a weapons cleaning party at the spacious longhouse most of the Asatru
used, Barb took a shower and put on a "dressy dress" for dinner. It was the
end of the conference and most of the members were going to be either going
back to their regular lives or on to assignments. Barbara was in a bit of a
limbo; nobody has assigned her to the mentioned mission but on the other hand
nobody had suggested she go home.
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She put on her duster and made her way across the compound towards the
Philosophy House. However, as she crossed the bridge to it, making a mental
note that running water was anathema to various malignant entities, she saw
Dartho striding towards her with an angry set to his shoulders.
"Donot woo my acolytes," he shouted at her as he approached. He pointed a
finger in her face and continued in a near scream. "Donot shove your Christian
mythology down the throat of my people, do you understand me?"
"I understand that you have three seconds to get that finger out of my face
or I'm going to break it off and feed it to you," Barbara replied, calmly. "As
to wooing your acolytes, you probably should do that yourself. I take it
you're discussing Ghomo?"
"I don't have enough male subs as it is!" Dartho shouted angrily, but
withdrew the offending digit. "I can't afford to lose one to your damned God!"
"Perhaps you should have considered that before he came tome for counseling,"
Barb said, feeling a righteous anger building in her. "He is a fine young man
who is questioning his faith. Doyou support him in his faith, Dartho? Wereyou
on the range teaching him? Wherewere you Dartho? What wereyou doing when he
needed someone to talk to? Is this abouthim Dartho or aboutyou ? He spoke of
giving of his essence and, in return, getting a smidgeon of power. Where is
the power going, Dartho? Are those acolytes you callyours , not yourgod's, I
notice, about worship of your god or worship ofyou , Dartho?"
"I am a high priest of Qua-Lin," Dartho screamed. "Do notbegin to try to
understand the mysteries of my god, Christian! It would blast your tiny mind!"
"I don't care about your mysteries, Dartho," Barb snapped. "But if the
worshippers are losing faith, perhaps theirpriest should do something about
that! Not come screaming at someone who gave a person a moment's thought, a
moment's help, a moment's comfort! Perhaps you should have considered tending
to your flock,priest , instead of whatever earthly pursuits you were
-practicing,priest ! Christian I am and Christian I shall be.MY faith is not
tested here, Dartho!"
"Whoa," Sharice said, hurrying from the longhouse. "No religious battles in
the compound. I could feel both of you from inside the Philosophy House."
"Tell her to leave my worshippers alone," Dartho snarled.
"I cantalk to whomever I want," Barb snapped. "I do not proselytize. I do not
condemn. I simplyWitness . And ifWitnessing is causing your worshippers to
reconsider their very faith, then maybe you should consider what that means,
Dartho."
"Both of you backoff ," Sharice said, raising her hands and then parting
them, her eyes closed.
Barb felt herself physically pushed back, away from the priest and onto the
bridge, and a feeling of peace descend over her. Not in anger but in searing
determination, she reached into her core and summoned her own channel, driving
out the externally imposed peace and summoning her own patience and
understanding to replace it.
Sharice's eyes snapped open at that and she opened her mouth, closing it when
she saw Barb's expression of Zen-like stillness.
"I do not permit the power of another god within my soul, Sharice," Barbara
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said, calmly. "My faith derives from the Lord Jesus Christ and I shallhave no
other before Him. But thank you for intervening."
"Barb, you were going to supper," Sharice said, just as calmly. "Dartho, were
you?"
"No, I was looking forher ," he spat.
"In that case, please go away from the Philosophy House and let Barbara get
her dinner," Sharice said. "You're leaving on assignment tomorrow. Until you
do, you two stay away from each other."
"I want you to tell her to stay away from my acolytes," Dartho insisted. "I
won't have her wooing them over to her damned slave religion." [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]