Post by averythorn on Mar 22, 2009 18:20:29 GMT -6
((so I won't go completely mad..and to keep this storyline all together, it will all be posted here. Just a note before it begins. ))
Thunder rumbled low across the sky as the carriage pulled into the Cathedral courtyard, rain splattering across the roof of the carriage did not help the eerie silence that befell the large structure of the building which had only hours ago tolled its bells in a gorgeous droll to God. The footman, fairly soaking from the long journey and the spring rains that had fallen for most of the day, hopped down from his perch on back of the carriage and moved to open the door for its patron inside. The dark hat covered head of the footman bowed, dribbling a stream of collected rainwater from a pointed end as the patron stepped down into a puddle of a mess of which he had no care, nor no worry as he swept the few feet to the stairs and up them. The heavy oak door of the cathedral was pulled open, a cloak shook the heavy rainwater from its clutches at the doorstep till the stranger moved on, further into the churches embrace, down the row of pews which seemed to hum their own tune of bodies sat in silent and sometimes uplifting prayers.
The priest at the alter, bowed, crossed himself before moving towards the stranger, a hand pointed the way in silence before he followed in step with the stranger, down the row the two moved in silence until they had reached the alter were the Archbishop, cloaked in ruby red was uttering a soft prayer from his lips. He to crossed himself before turning to the gentleman.
"My son...thank you for coming.." An old voice crocked out as a hand, adorned with a ruby ring of the church was offered out to the gentleman.
The gentleman kneeled at the bishops feet, a gloved hand reached out to take the offered hand and lips, hidden by the top of the cloak finally made their appearance as they kissed at the ring before the man rose from his kneel. The priest at the mans side turned and stalked off into the darker, shadowed parts of the church, his own mission complete, to deliver the man safely to the Archbishop. At the priests disappearance, the two figures turned and began to walk slowly down the aisle the stranger had come from.
"I hear..the head of the Order, is sick, possibly dying." The Archbishop started the conversation for them as his hands disappeared into the folds of his robe.
For a minute the stranger walked on in silence, following the Archbishop slowly down the aisle to a door at the back of the church, through to a hallway. No doubt others were not privy to such passageways within the church.
"He is..dying, my lord.." The man replied.
"Hmm..as is such, his confessions would need to be heard before his death...to save his soul for the Kingdom of Heaven, a man like that, carries such heavy secrets my son...Not to mention the location of the Order is entrusted to him. We can not let such a thing go to waste. The Order has been very loyal in the will of God...and the will of the King." The Archbishop droned on as if he needed to clarify things for his companion.
The gentleman's face could not be distinguished, hidden behind a veil of shadows with the cloaks hood but it twisted in mild understanding and yet more curiosity then before.
"Yes?, my lord..." He questioned.
"He has two heirs does it not? Also within the order."The Archbishop questioned.
"No My Lord, one only, the male, died of the fever some time ago and the female has not been within the order for some time." The male answered again.
"Ah yes, I remember. Such nasty circumstances, my son, such nasty circumstances. Is this...woman still living?" Again the Archbishop questioned.
"Yes my Lord, though she is no longer in England."
"She has such potential that one, for the will of God and the Church, such Loyalty...such...Loyalty.." The Archbishop sighed as he spoke.
"Listen, my son. With the head of the Order dying, we can not take any chances in loosing both the location and the people loyal to it. We must leave the Order in capable hands. This heir..is just the person. I remember her well...we must bring her back to England, bring her back to the Order.."
"But my Lord.." The stranger intervened a slight panic within his voice. "There are circumstances with the woman...she does not...remember.."
The Archbishops hand appeared, waving at the man as if to be silent and the man, heeded such a movement of the holy mans arm.
"I know my son..but the mind..is such a fascinating object...and the Will of God is on our side. Bring the woman back..to England, allow God to work from there and when she is ready. Bring her to me...The Tribunal, must survive, not only for the people, but the will of God..."
"What if...she refuses, my Lord? When everything is said and done, when...she remembers?" The stranger paused with the Archbishop within the hallway and turned towards the Holy Man, his face still shrouded but showed a concern not even the holy man could wipe away.
"Then we will remove her from the picture my son. It is the will of God..surely she will understand that or be sent to his embrace, to better understand our cause and we will...effectively find someone else to manager the order." The archbishop turned to his companion as he spoke before he made the sign of the cross with his hand over his companion. "Go with God...my son...and do not fail me...or him."
The stranger bowed as the sign of the cross was made over his body before he reached for the mans hand again and kissed the ruby ring upon his finger. Turning upon his heels he moved down the hall once more, out of the church into the pounding rain and the carriage awaited. A task had been placed, quite heavily upon his shoulders, but he would see it done. He would see the Ace of Spades....returned.
May we have the Wisdom not to fear shadows in the night.
And the Courage when the day of danger truly dawns.
And the Courage when the day of danger truly dawns.
Thunder rumbled low across the sky as the carriage pulled into the Cathedral courtyard, rain splattering across the roof of the carriage did not help the eerie silence that befell the large structure of the building which had only hours ago tolled its bells in a gorgeous droll to God. The footman, fairly soaking from the long journey and the spring rains that had fallen for most of the day, hopped down from his perch on back of the carriage and moved to open the door for its patron inside. The dark hat covered head of the footman bowed, dribbling a stream of collected rainwater from a pointed end as the patron stepped down into a puddle of a mess of which he had no care, nor no worry as he swept the few feet to the stairs and up them. The heavy oak door of the cathedral was pulled open, a cloak shook the heavy rainwater from its clutches at the doorstep till the stranger moved on, further into the churches embrace, down the row of pews which seemed to hum their own tune of bodies sat in silent and sometimes uplifting prayers.
The priest at the alter, bowed, crossed himself before moving towards the stranger, a hand pointed the way in silence before he followed in step with the stranger, down the row the two moved in silence until they had reached the alter were the Archbishop, cloaked in ruby red was uttering a soft prayer from his lips. He to crossed himself before turning to the gentleman.
"My son...thank you for coming.." An old voice crocked out as a hand, adorned with a ruby ring of the church was offered out to the gentleman.
The gentleman kneeled at the bishops feet, a gloved hand reached out to take the offered hand and lips, hidden by the top of the cloak finally made their appearance as they kissed at the ring before the man rose from his kneel. The priest at the mans side turned and stalked off into the darker, shadowed parts of the church, his own mission complete, to deliver the man safely to the Archbishop. At the priests disappearance, the two figures turned and began to walk slowly down the aisle the stranger had come from.
"I hear..the head of the Order, is sick, possibly dying." The Archbishop started the conversation for them as his hands disappeared into the folds of his robe.
For a minute the stranger walked on in silence, following the Archbishop slowly down the aisle to a door at the back of the church, through to a hallway. No doubt others were not privy to such passageways within the church.
"He is..dying, my lord.." The man replied.
"Hmm..as is such, his confessions would need to be heard before his death...to save his soul for the Kingdom of Heaven, a man like that, carries such heavy secrets my son...Not to mention the location of the Order is entrusted to him. We can not let such a thing go to waste. The Order has been very loyal in the will of God...and the will of the King." The Archbishop droned on as if he needed to clarify things for his companion.
The gentleman's face could not be distinguished, hidden behind a veil of shadows with the cloaks hood but it twisted in mild understanding and yet more curiosity then before.
"Yes?, my lord..." He questioned.
"He has two heirs does it not? Also within the order."The Archbishop questioned.
"No My Lord, one only, the male, died of the fever some time ago and the female has not been within the order for some time." The male answered again.
"Ah yes, I remember. Such nasty circumstances, my son, such nasty circumstances. Is this...woman still living?" Again the Archbishop questioned.
"Yes my Lord, though she is no longer in England."
"She has such potential that one, for the will of God and the Church, such Loyalty...such...Loyalty.." The Archbishop sighed as he spoke.
"Listen, my son. With the head of the Order dying, we can not take any chances in loosing both the location and the people loyal to it. We must leave the Order in capable hands. This heir..is just the person. I remember her well...we must bring her back to England, bring her back to the Order.."
"But my Lord.." The stranger intervened a slight panic within his voice. "There are circumstances with the woman...she does not...remember.."
The Archbishops hand appeared, waving at the man as if to be silent and the man, heeded such a movement of the holy mans arm.
"I know my son..but the mind..is such a fascinating object...and the Will of God is on our side. Bring the woman back..to England, allow God to work from there and when she is ready. Bring her to me...The Tribunal, must survive, not only for the people, but the will of God..."
"What if...she refuses, my Lord? When everything is said and done, when...she remembers?" The stranger paused with the Archbishop within the hallway and turned towards the Holy Man, his face still shrouded but showed a concern not even the holy man could wipe away.
"Then we will remove her from the picture my son. It is the will of God..surely she will understand that or be sent to his embrace, to better understand our cause and we will...effectively find someone else to manager the order." The archbishop turned to his companion as he spoke before he made the sign of the cross with his hand over his companion. "Go with God...my son...and do not fail me...or him."
The stranger bowed as the sign of the cross was made over his body before he reached for the mans hand again and kissed the ruby ring upon his finger. Turning upon his heels he moved down the hall once more, out of the church into the pounding rain and the carriage awaited. A task had been placed, quite heavily upon his shoulders, but he would see it done. He would see the Ace of Spades....returned.