Old Buck's voice was filled with dejection and helplessness, on the brink of breaking into tears. He knew very well that his actions were pointless. In the decades of his devotion to the Light, he had prayed tens of thousands of times, and never had he seen a miracle.
He didn't know if it was due to his lack of faith, or the Gods of Light were simply indifferent to the likes of him.
But why did the old noble Lord Hull, who never prayed, receive miraculous blessings? He had fallen from his horse and been paralyzed, yet his condition mysteriously cured. The last time they met in town, he almost got whipped for blocking his horse.
But even knowing that miracles are impossible, what could Old Buck do?
