With the night's revelries having finally elapsed, many knights choose to sleep in today, doing battle with the realm's most dangerous foe: persistent hangovers. The weather is pleasant, though increasing cloud cover at night blots out the stars.
Events
[Late Morning] Between Two Lions
[Early Afternoon-->Late Evening] The Joust: Registration
[Late Night] A Midnight Ride
Day 2--Monday, the Fourth Day of September
Day 2--Monday, the Fourth 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 2--Monday, the Fourth Day of September
Rumors
--First Ridel, now Glanville. Is anyone safe?
--What are you talking about? You know Ridel's liver gave out.
--Right, and King Henry died of a broken heart. Wake up, man.
--So no one's an Officer of State?
--Yep.
--Who's running the show, then?
--We have entered a time of personal rule, my son.
--What's that mean?
--It means that everyone needs to be really nice to the King and do whatever he says.
--Aubrey de Vere is looking particularly sour today.
--Well, how would you like it if a guy's grandfather made you and your descendants Chancellor in perpetuity and then you wake up and find out that they can take that away from you just like that?
--...I'd better tell the food taster to update his will.
--The King was up late last night with the King of Scotland
--I wonder if he'll be coming on Crusade?
--That'd make 3 Kings and an Emperor. Kinda Biblical. Kinda...Auspicious.
--Can you believe Isabella of Gloucester? No familiarity with literature. Makes you feel sorry for Marie de France, to see her work butchered like that.
--Yeah, but you know, she sure read it pretty-like.
--Brother Martinus, I saw people in the Abbey Gardens! They were flirting!
--Better get used to it, Bernardus, that's what happens when you let lay people run around. They try to "lay" down everywhere.
--First Ridel, now Glanville. Is anyone safe?
--What are you talking about? You know Ridel's liver gave out.
--Right, and King Henry died of a broken heart. Wake up, man.
--So no one's an Officer of State?
--Yep.
--Who's running the show, then?
--We have entered a time of personal rule, my son.
--What's that mean?
--It means that everyone needs to be really nice to the King and do whatever he says.
--Aubrey de Vere is looking particularly sour today.
--Well, how would you like it if a guy's grandfather made you and your descendants Chancellor in perpetuity and then you wake up and find out that they can take that away from you just like that?
--...I'd better tell the food taster to update his will.
--The King was up late last night with the King of Scotland
--I wonder if he'll be coming on Crusade?
--That'd make 3 Kings and an Emperor. Kinda Biblical. Kinda...Auspicious.
--Can you believe Isabella of Gloucester? No familiarity with literature. Makes you feel sorry for Marie de France, to see her work butchered like that.
--Yeah, but you know, she sure read it pretty-like.
--Brother Martinus, I saw people in the Abbey Gardens! They were flirting!
--Better get used to it, Bernardus, that's what happens when you let lay people run around. They try to "lay" down everywhere.
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