The Gift
“Litfin has woven another fascinating narrative in his imaginative world of epic adventure. Using his keen understanding of theology and history, he has skillfully infused this novel with the grand themes of grace and redemption at every turn. There’s a lesson for readers here as Teofil and Anastasia face their own brokenness and find who has the power to give strength and courage in their weakness.”
DR. THOMAS CORNMAN, Academic Vice President, Cedarville University
“The Gift ushers readers back into the land of Chiveis, a medieval future-world brimming with adventure and intrigue. It continues the story of Teo and Ana, exiles from their homeland, on a quest to learn more of Deu, the Creator God. While entertaining to read, The Gift is much more than mere entertainment. It is a call to know and love the one true God through his Son, Jesus Christ, the Pierced King.”
MATT TULLY, Pastoral Assistant, Cedar Heights Baptist Church, Cedar Falls, Iowa
“A captivating narrative that journeys into the discovery of a living religion that seems lost and unrecoverable, this tale imagines how a sovereign God might reveal its mysteries anew. Any lover of theology and Western history would enjoy watching believers uncover lost symbols and writings, piecing together the greatest paradoxes of the faith in the drama of a fictional narrative. Action, conspiracy, romance, and faith combine in a tale depicting how the treasured beliefs of Christianity might first appear to a generation that had never seen its wonders.”
DR. W. BRIAN SHELTON, Vice President for Academic Affairs, Toccoa Falls College
“The Gift is a powerfully written story about forgiveness and a desire to know the truth, no matter the cost. It’s impossible to read this book and not develop a greater appreciation for the Scriptures and a deeper understanding of the Christian faith. Few authors touch my heart so deeply that all of their books make my favorites list, but Bryan Litfin has done it with this series.”
MICHELLE SUTTON, author, It’s Not About Me and Letting Go
“Litfin writes with a warmth reminiscent of Lewis, both of whom can tell drama and battles, and even tragedy, while still making the reader feel alive. His fascinating research and knowledge of Christian theology makes The Gift an enlightening read.”
DAVID ULRICH, college student, Orange County, California
“I finished this book within twenty-four hours of receiving it! Thrilling action, sound theology, a damsel in distress—what more could you ask from a novel? The Gift caused me to feel deeper love for my wife, more gratitude for my children, and a renewed sense of God’s mercy in the gift of Christ. Enjoy!”
DR. JAMES HAMILTON, Associate Professor of Biblical Theology, Southern Baptist Theological Seminary; author, God’s Glory in Salvation through Judgment
“Litfin draws readers into an evocative postapocalyptic world, where the true faith is emerging from the ashes of the past—a faith the enemy is intent on destroying. A suspenseful story, skillfully woven with characters who risk their lives for loyalty, honor, and truth.”
C. S. LAKIN, author, Someone to Blame and The Wolf of Tebron
“The second installment of the Chiveis Trilogy steps into a futuristic but believable world where evil is powerful. This story elicits widened eyes, shed tears, and gasps of surprise as the author reflects on the reality of our fallen world and the grace God gives us through Jesus. As Teo and Ana piece together the truth of God’s perfect narrative and search for the God they have yet to fully know, I rediscovered the beauty of the gospel and saw the Savior in a whole new way.”
RACHEL ESTES, college student, Denville, New Jersey
THE GIFT
Also in the Chiveis Trilogy:
Book 1: The Sword
The Gift
Copyright © 2011 by Bryan M. Litfin
Published by Crossway
1300 Crescent Street
Wheaton, Illinois 60187
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopy, recording or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publisher, except as provided for by USA copyright law.
Cover illustration: Cliff Nielsen
First printing, 2011
Printed in the United States of America
Scripture on page 7 taken from the Latin Vulgate of Jerome (fourth century AD).
All Scripture quotations are the author’s translation.
ISBN 13: 978-1-4335-2516-2
ISBN 10: 1-4335-2516-X
PDF ISBN: 978-1-4335-2517-9
Mobipocket ISBN: 978-1-4335-2518-6
ePub ISBN: 978-1-4335-2519-3
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Litfin, Bryan M., 1970–
The gift : a novel / Bryan M. Litfin.
p. cm. — (Chiveis trilogy ; bk. 2)
ISBN 13: 978-1-4335-2516-2
ISBN 10: 1-4335-2516-X
ISBN 13: 978-1-4335-2519-3 (ebk.)
ISBN 13: 978-1-4335-2517-9 (pdf)
1. Dystopias—Fiction. I. Title. II. Series.
PS3612.I865G54 2011
813'.6—dc22 2010042544
Crossway is a publishing ministry of Good News Publishers.
LB 20 19 18 17 16 15 14 13 12 11
14 13 12 11 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1
Sed quae stulta sunt mundi elegit Deus ut confundat sapientes,
et infirma mundi elegit Deus ut confundat fortia,
et ignobilia mundi et contemptibilia elegit Deus,
et quae non sunt ut ea quae sunt destrueret,
ut non glorietur omnis caro in conspectu eius.
1 ad Corinthios 1:27–29
CONTENTS
MAP 11
PROLOGUE 13
PART ONE
SOLIDARITY
CHAPTER 1 17
CHAPTER 2 41
CHAPTER 3 63
CHAPTER 4 89
CHAPTER 5 113
PART TWO
EXTRAVAGANCY
CHAPTER 6 141
CHAPTER 7 165
CHAPTER 8 187
CHAPTER 9 209
CHAPTER 10 233
PART THREE
VICTORY
CHAPTER 11 257
CHAPTER 12 279
CHAPTER 13 303
CHAPTER 14 329
CHAPTER 15 353
CHAPTER 16 379
EPILOGUE 405
STUDY QUESTIONS 409
PROLOGUE
The people of the twenty-first century nearly destroyed the earth in a global nuclear holocaust. This is the story of what God did next.
The horrific war followed a viral rampage that began in the year 2042. Together the biological threat and the human conflict reduced the earth’s population to a tiny fraction of its former size. The survivors viewed those who lived before the Great War of Destruction as an ancient culture whose ways were now lost. Clawing their way back from brutal chaos, the people of the postwar centuries recalled some of their former technologies and learned other skills anew. Thus, in a strange rewinding of history, the society of the twenty-fifth century became medieval once again. Men rode on horses and fought with swords; they sailed ships without engines and built civilizations without machines. And what about their religion? That too they rebuilt with little reference to the distant past—until a young soldier and a beautiful farm girl stumbled upon an ancient book.
The alpine Kingdom of Chiveis had forged a noble society when Captain Teofil of the Royal Guard’s Fifth Regiment and Anastasia of Edgeton found themselves swept up in their great adventure. Anastasia was kidnapped by outsiders and relinquished all hope of returning to her home. Everyone in Chiveis feared she had been lost forever—everyone, that is, except one soldier who believed in action more than fear. Teo set out alone
to find Ana in the Beyond, snatching her from the outsiders at her most desperate moment. They galloped away on a single horse into the black forest around the outsiders’ village.
Although Teo and Ana only wanted to return home, circumstances led the pair to a lost city and its forgotten temple, a building the Ancients had called a cathedral. In that vast edifice of mystic beauty, Teo and Ana found the Sacred Writing of the one true God. The language of the book called him Dieu, or Deu in the Chiveisian speech. It was a name they would learn to treasure.
The recovery of this long-lost book opened up new spiritual horizons not just for Teo and Ana, but for a community of seekers who longed to know the God of the Ancients. Yet their knowledge was incomplete, for only a portion of the Sacred Writing had survived the ravages of time. Though the first Testament remained intact, the pages of the second had dissolved. The New Testament could not be found in Chiveis.
Opposed by enemies who did not want to see the religion of Deu return to the world, Teo and Ana faced the ultimate choice: to curse the name of their newfound God or be run through with a sword. Ana was willing to die for her faith, but Teo—always fiercely protective—offered her a third way. He would take her across the snowcapped peaks of Chiveis into the unknown world on the other side. Though it broke Ana’s heart to leave her beloved homeland, she agreed to go. The army closed in; the die was cast; Chiveis refused to believe. And so it was that Teo and Ana joined hands and stepped into the Beyond once more.
CHAPTER
1
Anastasia lay awake under a bearskin cloak, listening to the alien sounds of a land far from home. The stub of a candle hung from the ceiling of her leather tent, providing enough light to chase away the nocturnal spirits, but not the heaviness in Ana’s heart.
Three weeks earlier, she had relinquished her home in the Kingdom of Chiveis. When she crossed the mountains into the Beyond, she had abandoned every person she knew in the world except one: the man who slept beside her in a bedroll on the tent floor. She sighed as she lay under her covers, contemplating a future of exile and uncertainty. It wasn’t the future she had dreamed of, yet it was the will of Deu, the Creator of all things. Ana resolved to bear whatever burden he might ask of her.
She glanced over at the dark-haired man on her right. At least I’m not completely forsaken, she thought. Teofil had come over the mountains with her, lending his strength and encouragement when she faltered. The steady sound of Teo’s breathing reassured Ana in the vastness of the unknown.
Descending from the glacier, the exiled pair had met four army scouts from a land called Ulmbartia. The men had welcomed Teo and Ana into their expedition, for the scouts too were in a foreign land, far from their own realm to the south. Warlike tribes called Rovers wandered these wild mountains, often raiding into Ulmbartia, so the kingdom had sent an expedition to seek out the passes the enemies were using. When the tall, powerful warrior Teo appeared out of nowhere, the Ulmbartian scouts readily accepted his offer to join them in exchange for provisions. Lieutenant Celso and his men-at-arms were happy to add Teo’s sword to their dangerous patrols. With Ana cooking and tending the needs of the camp, the soldiers decided their mission had taken a dramatic turn for the better. Teo and Ana were assigned a tent of their own at the expense of the tracker named Bard, who was relegated to sleeping outdoors.
Ana hunched into her bedroll and gathered her blankets. Though it was high summer, a cool mountain breeze found its way into the tent and fluttered the candle’s flame. Dawn was still several hours away. Ana was about to roll over when she felt something move against her leg.
She froze.
Did that really happen?
Ana lay still, trying to convince herself she had imagined the movement at her ankle. Her heart thudded. She held her breath lest she stir up the thing that had invaded her bed.
It’s nothing. Go back to sleep.
Ana had decided her anxious mind was playing tricks on her when the creature moved again, sliding against her calf under the covers. It was smooth and ticklish in a revolting way. Ana’s mind reeled as she realized the creature was a snake. She began to tremble as she felt it move up her leg, but she forced herself to hold still, hoping it would move past her and find its way out. Instead the creature sought the warmth of her body and slipped beneath the linen shift she was wearing. Ana clenched her jaw at the slippery sensation against her thigh. The snake paused, then glided onto the skin of her stomach. Only willpower held back the scream that clogged Ana’s throat as she felt the serpent crawling up her body. Is it poisonous? She didn’t dare move in case it was.
Time hung suspended. Ana’s every sense came alive. She heard the gentle rustle of her garment and felt every undulation of the snake’s muscles against her belly. Though it moved slowly, as if with painstaking deliberation, she knew the creature was coming toward her face. It was about to emerge from her neckline. Ana scrunched her eyes. Deu, help me! Make it go away!
For a long time nothing moved. The tent was quiet. Ana swallowed. Maybe it’s gone? Yes. It slid away from me just like I prayed. She opened her eyes and glanced down.
The viper rested in the center of her chest, staring back at her. Its yellow eyes were lidless and glassy. A forked black tongue tasted her skin.
“I’m coming for you,” it whispered.
Ana exploded into a scream, snatching the snake behind its head in an attempt to hurl it away. The serpent recoiled, then struck her mouth with a smashing blow. Ana felt its fangs latch onto her lip. The hideous burn of fresh venom flooded her face.
“Teo! Help me! Get it off!” She was outside her covers now, writhing on the floor and grasping the snake’s flailing body as it dangled from her lip. Though she yanked on it, the viper refused to let go. Its fangs pumped more venom into her soul.
Strong hands grasped Ana’s shoulders, firm yet gentle. A familiar male voice spoke into the confusion. “You’re okay! It’s Teo. I’m here with you. You’re safe.”
“I’m coming for you,” the snake repeated, then let go. The walls of the tent crowded toward Ana. The world spun in circles.
“Wake up, Ana. You’re dreaming. Everything’s okay.”
What . . . ? Who . . . ? Where am I? Am I home in Chiveis? Relief coursed through Ana. There were no Ulmbartian scouts. She hadn’t left home after all. It was just a horrible nightmare.
The space around her came into focus. A musty leather tent. A wobbly candle. A rumpled bearskin cloak. The night air cool against her skin. She looked into Teo’s gray eyes. His handsome face wore a look of deep concern. His hands were steady on her shoulders.
“The s-snake,” Ana stammered. “Is it gone?”
“There was no snake. You had a bad dream.”
Ana put her hand to her lips. The burning sensation had vanished. She glanced at her fingers. Nothing. “Am I bleeding?”
Teo leaned toward her and inspected her face in the candlelight. “You’re unhurt.”
“It seemed so real. A snake was in my bed.” She shuddered. “It touched me.”
Teo glanced around. “The tent is tight. The mesh in the vents is unbroken. A snake couldn’t get in here.”
Ana felt a heavy weight settle into the pit of her stomach. The snake may have been a dream, but everything else was real. The tent. The scouts. The journey over the mountains into the Beyond. Her beloved Chiveis really was lost—maybe forever.
A draft stirred the air in the tent. Goose bumps arose on Ana’s exposed legs. She gathered her knees to herself, wrapping her arms around them.
“I’m cold, Teo.”
The bearskin cloak enveloped her, then Teo’s arm encircled her as he held her close. Ana tucked her chin to her knees and began to cry.
“The Eternal One knows the plans he has for you,” Teo said softly.
It was a quotation from the Sacred Writing of Deu. Those holy words and the strong arm around her shoulders were Ana’s only comforts in the turbulent sea of grief.
The afternoon sun sparkled
on the water. Bard dropped the string of rabbits on a flat rock next to the stream, then retrieved a knife and cleaver from his rucksack. It didn’t take him long to gut and skin the carcasses. When the job was finished he opened his padded satchel of spice bottles, cursing the Ulmbartian quartermaster who had packed several vials of unknown contents for the expedition. Though Bard couldn’t read any of the labels, he knew from taste or smell what most of the bottles contained, and he left the mysterious ones alone. Locating the salt, he deposited the rabbits into a leather bag to soak in brine. By dinnertime the meat would be ready to cook, and that was a good thing, because Lieutenant Celso could be very demanding when he was hungry. The soldiers would return from their patrol in a few hours, and they would be expecting a hearty meal.
Rolling his neck to work out a kink, Bard glanced toward the camp upstream. It was a well-chosen location. The tent sites were level, water was close, and plenty of dry wood lay about. A natural stone grotto in the hillside made a cozy place for a campfire, not only catching the warmth to ease the evening chill, but also shielding the fire’s light from any prying eyes that might be wandering in the woods. When he was on an expedition, Bard never let himself forget he wasn’t home in Ulmbartia. He was across the high pass, deep in a Rover-infested wilderness. Danger could come from anywhere.
The expedition, Bard’s sixth foray into the wild mountains as an army tracker, had been unlike any other. In part this was because they hadn’t encountered any Rovers yet. Normally the soldiers would have had a few skirmishes with their enemies by now. Yet the main thing that set this mission apart was the presence of the two strangers in camp. Three weeks ago Bard and Lieutenant Celso had been investigating some Rovers’ tracks when the lieutenant stepped on a branch. The sound triggered movement upstream. Several paces away, a man in foreign clothing scrambled to his feet. Bard laughed as he recalled his surprise at seeing the handsome warrior standing over his young lady-friend. They obviously weren’t Rovers; their attire was too civilized. How had this strange pair found their way so deep into the wilds? The warrior had waved, so Bard and Lieutenant Celso returned the greeting. Now, three weeks later, Teofil was a mercenary in the service of Ulmbartia, and Anastasia was a far better camp cook than Bard had ever been. He grabbed the sack of rabbit meat and walked toward the tents.