Chapter 12: From the Darkness
There they came: hundreds, maybe thousands, coming from their homes in pursuit of Kleos. Today he was in the open marketplace. The head keepers (Naasson, Reiach, Paskalo, and Seth) were watching him closely. With them were the sick and lame; who with all the strength that remained in their body, went to touch just the seam of his cloak and those that did were made whole. This infuriated the keepers, for there was a rule that state perfectly that good works should be done on certain days. The confronted Kleos immediately.
The keepers, angry from the response, left the scene. From the multitude came a magistrate, whose employment resided under the judge of battle. His breathing was hard and his expression was of great distress. He could hardly get the words through his mouth, yet in the presence of the only one that had the power to help him, the magistrate articulated his petition.
"Glory," he said, for it was now a common name for Kleos, " I have a servant who his under great distress from a disease--he‘s at the point of death."
The magistrate held him back saying,
"Wait, I am unworthy for you to even enter in to my dwelling, but if you would just speak the word it shall be done. I myself am a creature of authority: for I tell one of my servants to sweep the floors and it‘s done. To another servant I say, "Cook my food." and without reluctance, my food is prepared."
Kleos stood back, amazed, and acknowledging that he had never heard of such faith, not even in all Shavron, he told the magistrate to go for his faith had been honored Running from the crowd, the magistrate returned home; finding his servant up and well. Asking about the time of his recovery, he found that it was exactly the moment when Kleos spoke
It came by and by that Kleos made his way to a region called Slevenville. It was a town inhabited by reptiles. As Kleos and the seven (for Cyrus was following) continued along the road, a crocodile sprung from a cave. His cloak was chain mail, and in his hand he wielded a cudgel, which he used to assail any who dared to pass his way. His skin, which should have been green was as sickly white, which was a sign of leprosy. The inhabitants of Slevenville avoided this crocodile; for he had a wicked spirit in him. The seven jumped back in fear.
"Don‘t be afraid." said Kleos.
"That‘s kind of hard, Lord," said Ricco. " A freak with a club springing from the darkness tends to put some fear in you."
Kleos chuckled and then returned his attention to the crocodile. The beast lunged forward with club raised, but an swift look from Kleos brought this attacker to a sudden stop.
Instantly, the wicked spirit that had made its abode in the crocodile was expelled. Swooning, the beast fell to its hands and knees. Kleos rushed forward, placing his hands on his head. The touch healed the crocodile's disease, and for the first time, he was in his well and in his right mind. The seven, still apprehensive, inched forward to see.
"Glory," said Ricco, "Is the freak free?"
"Yes he is," said Kleos looking back, "And Boss ( for that was his name ) will be joining us too."
And with that seven followers became eight.