Weather: Today, the rain arrives. It was only a matter of time, and, indeed, it is here. Great fat drops come down at a leisurely pace all day and into the night, finally coming to an end in the EN, when the last clouds part and the waxing moon makes itself known.
Events
LM: The Lion and the White Tower
Event announced at Court, flexible timeslots: The Expansion of the Tower of London.
EN: Ill-met by Moonlight
Day 3--Tuesday, the Fifth Day of September
Day 3--Tuesday, the Fifth Day of September
Gm * Man of Angles * Sionnach * Scealai *
Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,/Every poem an epitaph. And any action/Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat/Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.
We die with the dying:/See, they depart, and we go with them./We are born with the dead:/See, they return, and bring us with them./The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree/Are of equal duration. A people without history/Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern/Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails/On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapel/History is now and England --Eliot, Little Gidding
Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,/Every poem an epitaph. And any action/Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat/Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.
We die with the dying:/See, they depart, and we go with them./We are born with the dead:/See, they return, and bring us with them./The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree/Are of equal duration. A people without history/Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern/Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails/On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapel/History is now and England --Eliot, Little Gidding
Re: Day 3--Tuesday, the Fifth Day of September
Rumors
--Rupert, give His Grace a little bit of space this morning when you go to dress him.
--What happened?
--I'm not sure, but he had a bee in his bonnet about something.
--When doesn't he?
I heard that when the King was little like me, he defeated a French knight in single combat!
I heard that he wrestled a giant and made it drink up the Garonne!
Yeah? Well I heard that he's the inspiration behind Roland. You know, in the song.
...Roland was real, dude. Like, a real guy.
No way!
Way.
Next you'll be telling me that Alexander the Great...
Dude. Please. I mean, just...c'mon.
Whoa....
I hear Richard de Redvers is sweating a bit.
Why? I thought he was a pet of Eleanor's?
You're only a pet of Eleanor's when you're providing something useful to her. Redvers needs to impress King Richard, and he hardly has any knights.
Well...Cornwall...I mean, does anybody live there?
I saw Simon de Montfort riding last night with the King and the Earl Marshal!
Really? That's a big chance for a young baron.
Yeah! There was a fourth guy with them. Didn't recognize him, though. Kind of a...weasel-lookin' kind of guy.
Huh. Wonder who that was?
--Rupert, give His Grace a little bit of space this morning when you go to dress him.
--What happened?
--I'm not sure, but he had a bee in his bonnet about something.
--When doesn't he?
I heard that when the King was little like me, he defeated a French knight in single combat!
I heard that he wrestled a giant and made it drink up the Garonne!
Yeah? Well I heard that he's the inspiration behind Roland. You know, in the song.
...Roland was real, dude. Like, a real guy.
No way!
Way.
Next you'll be telling me that Alexander the Great...
Dude. Please. I mean, just...c'mon.
Whoa....
I hear Richard de Redvers is sweating a bit.
Why? I thought he was a pet of Eleanor's?
You're only a pet of Eleanor's when you're providing something useful to her. Redvers needs to impress King Richard, and he hardly has any knights.
Well...Cornwall...I mean, does anybody live there?
I saw Simon de Montfort riding last night with the King and the Earl Marshal!
Really? That's a big chance for a young baron.
Yeah! There was a fourth guy with them. Didn't recognize him, though. Kind of a...weasel-lookin' kind of guy.
Huh. Wonder who that was?
Gm * Man of Angles * Sionnach * Scealai *
Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,/Every poem an epitaph. And any action/Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat/Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.
We die with the dying:/See, they depart, and we go with them./We are born with the dead:/See, they return, and bring us with them./The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree/Are of equal duration. A people without history/Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern/Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails/On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapel/History is now and England --Eliot, Little Gidding
Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,/Every poem an epitaph. And any action/Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat/Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.
We die with the dying:/See, they depart, and we go with them./We are born with the dead:/See, they return, and bring us with them./The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree/Are of equal duration. A people without history/Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern/Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails/On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapel/History is now and England --Eliot, Little Gidding