"Shhhh, my young Prince. It's okay. Daddy will be all right. I promise," she whispered and the baby's restlessness stopped, but Susori's tears did not.
A soft white rag suddenly appeared and gently wiped at the flow of open grief caused by the soon expected death of her husband. Startled, Susori pulled back from the tall figure standing beside the bed.
"Who are you?" she quivered out as she held the baby protectively away from the tall figure.
The figure in robes knelt down and put his hood back, "My name is Urtholan. I believe your husband has spoken of me to you?"
She nodded, as she felt peace come back into the room. Then, in sudden paralyzing fear, she asked, "If you're here, then who is protecting my husband?"
"Be at peace Susori, for the Spirit of my Lord is even now with your mate. He is in no danger."
Her breathing calmed, but then in a whisper she said, "I'm in danger aren't I?"
"Yes, and for that reason I have been sent to you as well as others of my order." More hooded beings briefly lit up about the room, which somehow had the resemblance of fire to them even though they were dressed as Urtholan. They were visible for only a moment and then they were gone from view.
Susori had never seen the like of such warriors before and she had no doubt that one could slay 10,000 or more on his own. Urtholan remained beside her, still visible. Looking to him she asked, "I am far from such an honor as this!"
"No, I tell you that you are deserving of such honor Susori. You have been faithful to both lead your people into righteousness and to instruct your daughter of the ways of El Elyon, and your prayers for the safety of your husband have never ceased to reach into the highest realms of Shamayim. You are blessed of women. The child you hold is a blessing from the Most High as all that is given birth to now in this dimension of time will even so go into eternity. Your child is destined for honor. Your way is sure and soon the journey will be completed. Have faith Susori. Kingdoms will fall and the rule of kings will be broken, but those who put their trust in El Elyon will put on new strength and be saved from the calamities about to befall all of Ayenathurim."
Susori nodded as the words of promise washed over her as a comforting balm. Urtholan turned to the window and gazed for a moment before turning back and saying, "I must go, but the others remain. Soon this city will fall, but you will be saved from the calamity that is coming. Rest now and get your strength back for a long journey to the East is about to begin."