Weather: The rain of yesterday is forgotten, and the sun has made himself known. The day is pleasant and mild, though the familiar smell of agriculture has started to waft from across the fields to the north.
Events
LM: Court
Slotless: Tell Her to Buy Me an Acre of Land
LA: Joust: The Helm Show
EE: Hands Across the Water
Day 4--Wednesday, the Sixth Day of September
Day 4--Wednesday, the Sixth 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 4--Wednesday, the Sixth Day of September
Rumors
I thought Old Whitehands had a very reasonable approach to the tower problem.
Well, he ought to, he's the person most familiar with it.
Robert Faulconbridge was tearing his hair out looking for his kid yesterday afternoon.
But I saw young Robert in his tent just past lunchtime.
No, not young Robert. Philip. Seems that he met up with Henry de Bohun and convinced him they were the same age. Raised no end of ruckus down by the river, then hid out in the de Bohun tent until Philip's pants dried.
That kid has no end of energy.
[LE] Did you fellas see that rider?
No? What rider?
Big fella on a Flemish Grey. Came from across the river, away southwards. Said something in a funny accent. Somethin' about the Emperor.
Huh. Well, King Richard's not gonna like that.
What do you mean?
Look at it sensible: If the Emperor is doin' well while the King's here in Westminster, that makes it seem like he don't need to go on no Crusade, cause the Emperor's got it all in hand, like. But if the Emperor's doin' bad, then it's gonna make King RIchard's life harder when he gets to Outremer.
You might just be the sharpest chicken-jobber in the trade.
Thank you kindly.
I thought Old Whitehands had a very reasonable approach to the tower problem.
Well, he ought to, he's the person most familiar with it.
Robert Faulconbridge was tearing his hair out looking for his kid yesterday afternoon.
But I saw young Robert in his tent just past lunchtime.
No, not young Robert. Philip. Seems that he met up with Henry de Bohun and convinced him they were the same age. Raised no end of ruckus down by the river, then hid out in the de Bohun tent until Philip's pants dried.
That kid has no end of energy.
[LE] Did you fellas see that rider?
No? What rider?
Big fella on a Flemish Grey. Came from across the river, away southwards. Said something in a funny accent. Somethin' about the Emperor.
Huh. Well, King Richard's not gonna like that.
What do you mean?
Look at it sensible: If the Emperor is doin' well while the King's here in Westminster, that makes it seem like he don't need to go on no Crusade, cause the Emperor's got it all in hand, like. But if the Emperor's doin' bad, then it's gonna make King RIchard's life harder when he gets to Outremer.
You might just be the sharpest chicken-jobber in the trade.
Thank you kindly.
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