"What do you mean about the path that's been charted for Loman?" Diarmuid asked, all nervousness forgotten as he looked at the ominous, feathered sorcerer.
There were people within the Church who could read the chart of the heavens to understand the shape of things to come, but most of them could only glimpse a portion of the Holy Lord of Light's grand design. They could see portents of great changes, the coming of war or which years would contain a great storm on the coast, but the more detailed the answers they sought, the less they could see.
The Seers of the Church could tell you that a great storm was coming, but they couldn't tell you which month it would arrive in, nor could they tell you which baronies it would ravage. Only that this year would contain a great storm, or that next year wouldn't.
