The Anwe and the Boru

The Parable of Cuiraécen and the Boru King
As told by Priestess Aerona Morganstane before the Battle for Bayside

In the days before Deismaar, Haelyn, High Paladin of Anduiras, Chosen Son of the First House of Anwe, summoned to him his son Cuiraécen, born of Nesirie. 

Haelyn spake to Cuiraécen and said, "Seek out the the First of the House of Boru. He calls to us for council." 

Cuiraécen took his men and went to the lands of the Boru. He went before the King and said, " My father has sent me to you as his envoy. Treat me as you would treat him; ask of us what you would ask of him." 

The Boru King said, "There is a small village of Anwe peoples who have crossed into Boru land. By law their lives are mine to judge. I order you to slay them to a man. Do this and I will forgive the Anwe people.

If you do not, I will forsake our alliance, and war bands will enter your lands."

Cuiraécen knew the law, and he bowed to the King of the Boru, and said, "It will be done."

Cuiraécen and his men rode to the village, their arms oiled and ready to pay the price of justice. 

The villagers were pitiable; and they begged the young prince for mercy. Their settlement was built only of need: a great storm has washed away the village of their fathers, and carried their fishing boats to this place. To honor the sea that had spared them, they wished to settled here.

 Cuiraécen was troubled. He wished to obey his father in all things. But he could not see the justice in dooming to die these Anwe peoples who wanted only to live as the gods directed them. He found himself unable to reconcile his thoughts, and for twelve days he camped in his war tent outside the village, in contemplation. 

On the eve of the twelfth day, the King of the Boru and his strongest warriors descended upon the village, slaughtering all who dwelled there. 

Cuiraécen, plagued by indecision, could only watch. 

Prince Haelyn soon arrived, and came upon his son, weeping openly at the sight of the daughters of the Anwe falling to the men of Boru. 

Haelyn struck his son, and rebuked him for his inaction, saying: "How could a son of my heart, blood of my blood, allow his kinsfolk to be put to the sword?"

"But my Prince," replied Cuiraécen, "I have done as you commanded and lent the strength of my arm to the King of the Boru."

"My son," spake Haelyn, " Keep ever your word to your father, to your king, to your god, but forsake all for the protection of the innocent. The might of the Anwe is the might of the lowest of her peoples - to honor me is to honor the lives of our kinfolk." 

Cuiraécen knew it was so, and he and his father fell upon the Boru and slew them, and it was good.