I have explained how Maithanet yoked the vast resources of the Thousand Temples to ensure the viabililty of the Holy War. I have described, in outline the first steps taken by the Emperor to bind the Holy War to his imperial ambitions. I have attempted to reconstruct the initial reaction of the Cishaurim in Shimeh from their correspondence with the Padirajah in Shimeh. And I have even mentioned the hated Consult, of whom I can at long last speak without fear of ridicule. I have spoken, in other words, almost exclusively of powerful faction and their impersonal ends. What of vengeance? What of hope? Against the frame of competing nations and warring faiths, how did these small passions come to rule the Holy War?
- DRUSAS ACHAMIAN, COMPENDIUM OF THE FIRST HOLY WAR
... though he consorts with man, woman, and child, though he lays with beasts and makes a mockery of his seed, never shall he be as licentious as the philosopher, who lays with all things imaginable.
- INRI SEJENUS, SCHOLARS 36, 21, THE TRACTATE
No wonder his tribe thought him mad. He was a man who took counsel with the dead rather than the wise. And then he finds the spitting image of Moenghus lying on his father's grave.
Only years afterwards would he understand how those beatings had bound him to the outlander. Violence between men fostered an unaccountable intimacy... By punishing Moenghus out of desperation, Cnaiur had demonstrated need... And by demonstrating need, he'd opened his heart, had allowed the serpent to enter. Cnaiur then gets his tribesmen to torture Kellhus, rather than getting directly involved himself - we can infer deliberately based on the quoted text.
To truly ask why, however, was to move beyond all permission.Quite disturbing from Moenghus - anything goes. The end justifies the means. No ethics, no morals, no constraints.
T question everything. To ride the trackless Steppe.
"Where no paths exist, Moenghus had continued, a man strays only when he misses his destination.. There is no crime, no transgression, no sin save foolishness or incompetence, and no obscenity save the tyranny of custom...
Like his mother he had been seduced.
My father is dead. I was the knife.
And Anasurimbor Moenghus had wielded him.
Triumph becomes degradation. Pride became remorse
He knew too much. Kellhus ultimately decides to kill him, once he has crossed the Steppe - but it doesn't work out that way.