Pronunciation: Seth-ra Veth-nah
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Motto: Advancement at any cost
Desires: To become head priest of Thesl
Weapon of Choice: Altar
Description: We four framed the oblong altar knowing we’d be drenched. Sethre glanced at me from across the tufa slab; then, slid his gaze to Marce and Velthr. Red-streaked and watering, Sethre’s dark eyes shifted in their swollen sockets and gave him the aspect of a creature feral and diseased. I thought of him as the dog that watches and waits to bite until you’ve turned away. On the whole his face was our father’s, broad and thick-browed, and his body, too, blessed with natural stoutness that brought him more respect than he deserved. Like me, he wore a long blue tunic and sheepskin mantle and had pinned his conical cap upon his left shoulder to signify he was yet a priest in training. The pin fastened through his cap was a disk of pure gold with a dozen black agates circled about its rim and filigreed blue glass at its center.
Discussion Questions for Sethre
- Why does he steal Leures’ augury?
- Do you have a favorite scene?
- What’s your best-loved quote?
- Why does he speak against Leures?
- Did he deserve Leures’ wrath?
- Should Leures have forgiven him?
“Aplu will not forgive you if you slay his priest on his holy ground,” Sethre said, wincing. Shoving him ahead, I pushed him toward the sanctuary gate. He dug his heels into the earth. Stumbling, resisting, he was winded by the fight, but, despite all his effort, he neared the gate. I wrenched his arm tighter behind his back; pushed him harder as my viperous teeth needled my gums. My dagger was part of my hand. Its handle became another bone; its blade, a claw. Two steps outside the gate I cut my brother Sethre’s throat–quick and deep, a cut he’d not seen coming. I locked my jaw around the wound and almost choked on his blood, flowing too quickly at first for me to swallow. As his heart gave out I wondered, Am I yet the good fruit Ati wished for me to be?GATES THE HOURS KEEP