Vow of silence
Long ago, in glorious Anor Londo, in the Hall of the Painted World, a great feast was held. Many of the Gods were there, as well as knights and royalty, and the feast was joyous, for they celebrated a great victory, won by Lord Gwyn's firstborn and his warriors. The food and entertainment were the finest seen in many years, and many of the noble guests knelt before the son of Gwyn, congratulating him on his many great accomplishments.
And Great Lord Gwyn, Lord of Sunlight, felt a father's pride, and gave a toast before the guests:
"Indeed you have done well, my son. I am most pleased over your deeds,over your faith and your might. No worthy foe alive you have, no victory unwon. In war you have no equal, your godly power matched only by my own. I know of none alive more worthy than you, my son, to inherit my light and my crown."
And the war-god smiled, and the guests applauded, though many disagreed and some felt jealousy in their hearts. But none of the assembled felt it more than power-hungry Urbram, prince of mighty Oolacile. He sat with the other royals of Oolacile, and his drink and food began to taste bitter to him, and he cursed his fate as a mortal. He rose from his seat, and walked to the table of the Gods, and knelt before Lord Gwyn. And he spoke:
"Oh, Lord of Sunlight! I praise thee and thine reign. I know no greater leader the thee. But I must ask, oh Great Lord, why does thy say that only thine son is worthy of thine crown? I know of his great strength and might, but surely there are others in the world, perhaps in this very room, who are more suitable to rule over the sunlight?"
And his words angered the Great Lord Gwyn, but the Great Lord did not strike him down. And Urbram's father quickly pulled the boy aside, and spoke to him:
"How dare you claim such foolish things, young prince? Do not speak things so absurd, be silent in the presence of thine rulers! Surely you know that no mortal man can match the greatness of the Gods?"
But the king's words angered prince Urbram, and he raised his voice for the entire hall to hear:
"Why do you consider us weaker than the Gods, my father? They are mighty beings indeed, but even the weakest of men can match them in power, as long as he have wisdom!"
And the Gods and mortals alike laughed at the prince's claim, for they believed him to be drunk or mad. But the God of war admired his spirit, and said:
"If you belive yourself to be my equal, then prove your power to me now! I swear on my honor and my future crown, I will accept you as my most trusted knight, if you can show to me that you possess the power of the sun!"
And so he ordered the chamber to be darkened. And Gwyn's firstborn raised his hands, and from his skin a golden glow began to form, unmatched in radiance only by that of Gwyn himself. And the guests bowed before his glory, and they believed the matter to be settled. But Urbram raised his hand, and the guests gasped in surprise. For suddenly a great light was seen above the prince's head, and it did appear more brilliant than that of the wargod.
And the Gods began to whisper among themselves that perhaps this mortal was a God himself, for never before had they seen a mortal possess the light of the sun.
But black-haired Velka, Goddess of sin and punishment, versed in arts new and old, said unto the other Gods:
"Have you gone blind, my fellow Gods? Or have the wine robbed you of your common sense? He attempts to fool you, he commits the sin of deceit here today! That is no godly power that the arrogant prince displays, no ability born from blood or inheritance! Do you not recognise the staff in his hand? No common walking stick is that, but a catalyst of sorcery! He does not possess the might of Gods, but the magic knowledge that all wise mortals can obtain! "
"It makes no difference how I create my light!" said Urbram, filled with pride. "My power is equal to the Gods, what does it matter were it comes from?"
Velka laughed, and said: "Great knowledge does not make divinity, boy. For even the mightiest of sorceries are no match for beings such as us. With but a word I can silence the voice of thine sorcery."
And wise Velka spoke a single word, secret to all but her most faithful followers. And while the Firstborn could still summon his great light, the prince waved his catalyst in vain. And Urbram bowed his head in shame and defeat, and he vowed to never speak in the company of Gods again.
Such is the tale of the Vow of silence miracle, used by the faithful against all sorcerers who believe themselves equal to the Gods.