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Proofed by Aunti Made prettier by use of EBook Design Group Stylesheet. Cestus Dei by John Maddox Roberts Chapter One Archbishop Hilarion occupied his rightful seat in the Great Hall of United Faiths with the stoicism of many years of experience. On the floor, a minor imam of some obscure Islamic sect was droning a speech welcoming the new representative from Shriva, which, despite its name, was a planet settled entirely by Mormons. The archbishop yawned expertly, without moving a muscle of his face. The real business of the day would not begin for some hours. It would be the knotty question of which among the great faiths had right of control over the Magsaysay System, a complex of more than two hundred rich planets settled two millennia before by colonists of every faith known to mankind. The debate had been raging for fifty years and was at last heading toward some sort of resolution, a resolution toward which Hilarion had been planning for the quarter century since his predecessor eminently satisfactory conclusion. It was with some complacency that the archbishop surveyed his colleagues of the United Faiths, the most powerful assembly of humanity since the Great Decadence. The first impression a visitor or pilgrim had of the Great Hall was of size, the second of color. The oval amphitheater of seats ascended one hundred meters to the edge of the Dome of Tcherbadayev, the faerie structure that symbolized peace and a sort of qualified brotherhood to all, or nearly all, of rediscovered humanity. Within this huge covered cup sat the concentrated sanctity of this world, which still held all the holiest places of the human race. The saffron robes of the Buddhist monks glowed brightly among the emerald turbans of the Imams of the Medina Caliphate. The breastplates of the priests of the Third Temple glittered in sharp contrast to the somber colors of the various orders of the Re-established Church of Rome. The habits of a dozen minor faiths added a rainbow sprinkling to the whole. The ascetics of the loose Hindu Oneness added no color. They wore only loincloths, and those only out of deference to the sensibilities of the other faiths. The Hindus displayed solely the warm tones of brown flesh, the common denominator of earthborn humanity these days. Only out among the stars were to be found the variety of racial traits that had once been a part of the wealth of humanity. It was unusual for Archbishop Hilarion to occupy his seat so early in |
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