Knight-Brother Reinold smoothed his tabard with its yellow heretic's cross, and made what peace he could with his coming death. Here, near the end, he wondered at last, if his Order had been wrong, and the yellow cross they wore in irony and defiance was, in fact, the truth. For before this War which would now devour him, before he had become a Brother himself, there had been another great conflict, and Brother Knights had gone out from the land of Nortender to fight for the idea that had led the Church to turn its back on them. The simple idea that the Enemy had created nothing of this world, merely corrupted, and thus could not make something so tainted, that it could not be turned away from his power. That the fires of the Enemy should be used against him, and could be safely wielded by one strong of faith. That all things could be redeemed to a higher purpose.
That orcs and men could serve the same God.
And those Knights, his Brothers, had failed, for no idea stays simple when the