Word would get out of the attack on the Cathedral in Haense and the demise of the High Pontiff.     A cloaked figure concealed behind a hood stood before the large walls of Haense at the furthermost side. An eagerness sparked within his eyes. He was there for a purpose, and nothing would stand in his way. No man, no soldier...no bringer of light--no one. He leaned his head forward. He could remember how House Baruch, his own kin, severed his han