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Page 47<br />
“It is, Lord. I swear it.”<br />
“…then I thank my loyal subject… and I accept.”<br />
Black Peter stood with the Major Domo and a number of Noel’s other servants just<br />
outside the double doors of the court, waiting for some word. When the doors swung open<br />
and Noel stepped out, his face had changed, hardened in some way from the decision he had<br />
made.<br />
“Black Peter, gather your men.”<br />
His younger brother instantly read the new tension in Noel’s visage, and he was taken<br />
aback by it. “Brother, it is a night of celebration. What task would you ask of us?”<br />
“I ask nothing,” he barked in response. “I command you to go to the village and bring<br />
back all the children you find there.”<br />
Now Black Peter knew something was wrong. “The… the children? But…”<br />
Noel lashed out and slapped Black Peter, the noise like a gunshot, echoing off the hard<br />
stone walls. “I have given you an order. Now take your men and go.”<br />
Black Peter stared his brother down, saying with his eyes what he could not aloud,<br />
then finally bowed his head. “Of course. As you wish… my King.”<br />
In the village below Noel’s castle lived the people closest to his heart, families who had<br />
served his for time beyond memory. They were simple people, well cared for, and they had<br />
known peace for generations nestled safely there in the shadow of their King.<br />
At the heart of that village was a small stone church, a modest building just big enough<br />
to hold them all. The entire building was aglow with candlelight that night, and the entire<br />
village was crowded in together, every family, voices raised together in song and prayer.<br />
In those times, in that place, Christmas was a simple night to give thanks to God. No<br />
presents, no trees. The people in Noel’s land used that night as a reminder that there was a<br />
better world waiting. It was a holy night.<br />
And on that particular holy night, there was a distant sound like thunder.