Breadsen Village Chronicles XIII
So.... I don't have a lot else to do right now since I gave up a lot of hobby-type stuff for lent. I guess that this might even be record time for one episode to follow another... well... y'all don't mind I'm sure.
Last time......
General Justice nodded gravely, "Yes. As will the positions of the men you choose to take with you. You will no longer be brethren. You will, however, still be Knights for the King."
~
Sr. Chritian stood shaking with laughter just inside the doorway with Kevina at her feet. The Lieutenant was standing just outside the doorway, shifting his weight every five seconds and looking very uncomfortable. His discomfort might have been due to the awkwardness of the situation, or it might have been because Carrie the goat was trying to eat his shirt.
~
The now Sir Duard rode out with his companions Sir Mairtin and Sir Sean before sunrise the morning after his meeting with Br. Justice. He replayed the conversation over in his mind and contemplated his future at court. His two companions were slightly less solemn, and by midday, they were telling jokes to each other. Sir Sean was having trouble getting used to his new title, and kept inadvertantly correcting the others.
"Sean,"
"Brother Sean.... What is it Br. Mairtin?"
"We are no longer brethren, Sean... It might help you to remember if you would dress more like a knight. You're still wearing your robes."
"They're comfortable."
Sean seemed a little indignant.
"And besides, I was thinking that our new order of knights, or maybe a sub order could wear robes like this."
Seeing the unconvinced faces of his comrades he added, "Or maybe just something robe-like."
The other two were quiet, but were actually considering the possibility. But it didn't take long before Mairtin broke the silence.
"No. It would be clinging to the past, and many of the young men we'll be training would not want to go around looking monkish.... it would discourage maidens from flirting. And we all know that's not something most young men want."
"There's also the fact", Duard contributed, "that we are a new order and should have a new style of dress. We'll want something that tells the people something about what we stand for. We are working in the open. We don't want any to fear us. We need the cooperation and support of the people."
Sean didn't like that his suggestion was disregarded so quickly, and stubbornly wore his robes for the remainder of their journey.
When they arrived at court they were greeted by no less than the king's steward, and were ushered into their separate chambers to bathe and refresh themselves after their long journey. And it had been a long journey. It wasn't that they lacked for interesting sights along the way, or that they had run out of food... they hadn't even encountered any bandits. Rather, Sir Sean kept up so constant a stream of conversation that after the first day, Duard's head had been buzzing with new and obscure information all night. And they'd had three days of travel after.
After a few leisurly hours, the men were summoned to the coucil room where a meeting was being held about the three brethren, and the new order of knights they were here to establish.
All eyes turned to them upon their entrance, but they were too eager to discuss the new order to notice or care.
~
Eventually, everything settled down and Rubert and Trista were informed about everything that had happened since the ill-fatedtrip to town. Rubert had looked very solemn or very angry through the girls' narration, and Trista had turned pale. After the girls concluded their tale, there was a moment of silence before Trista said, "I'm so glad I didn't know. I feared many things, but I would have died with worry if I had known....."
The girls exlaimed, "Don't SAY that!", in unison, and rushed to comfort their mother.
Rupert just sat looking grave until he saw Br. Kildare standing outside. He got up to greet himand thanked him for his part in rescuing the girls.
"It was my pl.... no matter, it was no matter."
Rupert asked the lieutenant if he would like to eat with them, and stay in the barn for the night. Since it was getting dark -and since only he knew how far he'd had to go to take the girls back to their house, and he would not, therefore get in trouble- he agreed.
~
I'll write something about Rosetta and Danno's troubladors next time. I just thought that I should post what I have since I've had trouble forming ideas for the troup.
Last time......
General Justice nodded gravely, "Yes. As will the positions of the men you choose to take with you. You will no longer be brethren. You will, however, still be Knights for the King."
~
Sr. Chritian stood shaking with laughter just inside the doorway with Kevina at her feet. The Lieutenant was standing just outside the doorway, shifting his weight every five seconds and looking very uncomfortable. His discomfort might have been due to the awkwardness of the situation, or it might have been because Carrie the goat was trying to eat his shirt.
~
The now Sir Duard rode out with his companions Sir Mairtin and Sir Sean before sunrise the morning after his meeting with Br. Justice. He replayed the conversation over in his mind and contemplated his future at court. His two companions were slightly less solemn, and by midday, they were telling jokes to each other. Sir Sean was having trouble getting used to his new title, and kept inadvertantly correcting the others.
"Sean,"
"Brother Sean.... What is it Br. Mairtin?"
"We are no longer brethren, Sean... It might help you to remember if you would dress more like a knight. You're still wearing your robes."
"They're comfortable."
Sean seemed a little indignant.
"And besides, I was thinking that our new order of knights, or maybe a sub order could wear robes like this."
Seeing the unconvinced faces of his comrades he added, "Or maybe just something robe-like."
The other two were quiet, but were actually considering the possibility. But it didn't take long before Mairtin broke the silence.
"No. It would be clinging to the past, and many of the young men we'll be training would not want to go around looking monkish.... it would discourage maidens from flirting. And we all know that's not something most young men want."
"There's also the fact", Duard contributed, "that we are a new order and should have a new style of dress. We'll want something that tells the people something about what we stand for. We are working in the open. We don't want any to fear us. We need the cooperation and support of the people."
Sean didn't like that his suggestion was disregarded so quickly, and stubbornly wore his robes for the remainder of their journey.
When they arrived at court they were greeted by no less than the king's steward, and were ushered into their separate chambers to bathe and refresh themselves after their long journey. And it had been a long journey. It wasn't that they lacked for interesting sights along the way, or that they had run out of food... they hadn't even encountered any bandits. Rather, Sir Sean kept up so constant a stream of conversation that after the first day, Duard's head had been buzzing with new and obscure information all night. And they'd had three days of travel after.
After a few leisurly hours, the men were summoned to the coucil room where a meeting was being held about the three brethren, and the new order of knights they were here to establish.
All eyes turned to them upon their entrance, but they were too eager to discuss the new order to notice or care.
~
Eventually, everything settled down and Rubert and Trista were informed about everything that had happened since the ill-fatedtrip to town. Rubert had looked very solemn or very angry through the girls' narration, and Trista had turned pale. After the girls concluded their tale, there was a moment of silence before Trista said, "I'm so glad I didn't know. I feared many things, but I would have died with worry if I had known....."
The girls exlaimed, "Don't SAY that!", in unison, and rushed to comfort their mother.
Rupert just sat looking grave until he saw Br. Kildare standing outside. He got up to greet himand thanked him for his part in rescuing the girls.
"It was my pl.... no matter, it was no matter."
Rupert asked the lieutenant if he would like to eat with them, and stay in the barn for the night. Since it was getting dark -and since only he knew how far he'd had to go to take the girls back to their house, and he would not, therefore get in trouble- he agreed.
~
I'll write something about Rosetta and Danno's troubladors next time. I just thought that I should post what I have since I've had trouble forming ideas for the troup.
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