Post by Lady Eirian Gwenyth Apollius on Apr 16, 2011 10:13:45 GMT -6
What of The New Times: Spring 1334
Part I
Eirian Apollius
The Winter was a season that was said to be endless; it ran so long that with the amount of snow that came only to be washed by the rain, only to become snow again, people began to wonder if any blue sky would ever manifest. Dreams of spring flowers were still asleep under the ice. One day, though, as it was always apt to do, things changed. Dreams became reality as the snow was replaced by torrents of rain that washed it away forever. While for the people of Christ's persuasion it was still Lent, everyone was infected by the joy that came in seeing the first of the opening buds but a few weeks before. Spring had a reputation for coming early to this one particular island in the seas of Scotland, yet the winter was one discussed as never wanting to let go.For each new leaf that came open, five were knocked down. For each blade of grass pressed up, another bird refused to return. Not to be conquered, the spirit of persistance won out the enemy who backed down to the better army of the sun piercing through the rain. Now another sunset had happened. In the midst of the twilight colors, the Apollius family had taken leave of their castle lodgings to sit in the blossoming Fieldren Fields to find many followed the example. Now that the field was awash in violets and bluebells, the famous indigo ocean had returned. There were flower garlands to make, extra light to enjoy, and warmth! It was so warm out that for the first time the whole season women found no need of shawls! Eirian was one of them. Her shawl was nearby, of course, for modesty's sake, but resting at her side instead of across her shoulders. With the color blue so often on her somewhere, she almost disappeared in the flowers if it were not for the unchanging winter of her face.Hope was busy playing hide-go-seek with her brother. Ah yes, it was a good time to forget about suppers of Friday fish! Eastertide was so close, and with it, the true return to vibrance. Ah well, their sort always felt it early. In and out, in and out. The needle in her hands went in and out over the very dress Hope would wear to Easter Mass. The lantern was her source of light, as was the rising moon (d)
Ealora Malory
The change of seasons was always a wonder to see. To Ealora, it reminded her of an endless battle for winter never relented easy to spring in these lands. While the battles of men were not few and far between, it was a wonder to look out the window and see snow that fell only to melt by mornings light on the ground followed by showers of rain and then biting cold again. These were not wars but battles as spring fought to bring early light and color to the lands and winter, clung bitterly and hopelessly lost againsrt the insuing battle of spring to take over. Though the fire of battle still clung in the depths of her eyes, far removed from simple glance, the will for battle, had long lost against a new battle called madness and with revelation came with it, a closure Ealora had only ever heard of and had not experienced until she found herself again. Peace.Spring brought with it, its joyful brightness that winter that blanketed the lands in thick whiteness, that not all was lost. Greens, red, blues, purples, all the colors of the rainbow would shine again and when it did, oh how the land rejoiced, Ealora with them. Fieldren Fields was a favorite of Ealora's, for it brought back memories of her first moments upon the isle of Sky, often she would bring the children here in spring, retelling the tale of how the Lion, the Lord General, first laid eyes on their pirate mother. The children found such pleasure in the tale, thinking it silly their father could ever hate their mother and Ealora would only smile in silence knowing the truth of that moment now seeming so long ago. The Appollius family was not alone for long for the laughter and songs of the six Asad Aziem children soon followed, each dancing into the fields like some fae's from the forests. When they spotted Hope and her brother playing, six children went flying across the fields with Ealora lazily following behind only turning her steps more towards Eirian then playing. "Oh for shame Eirian, out here alone. People will think you are up to no good, especially with my presence mixed in" Ealora teased with a laugh as she winked at her friend as she came to crouch down beside her.*
Eirian Apollius
With the passing of Winter, Eirian met the Spring having crossed the first threshold of her thitieth decade. Arriving at thirty-and-one had been an occasion of reflection for the woman. Every birthday beyond the sixteenth year was one where God was given high praise. That she, fabled to die, should live so long enough that thirty-and-one was lived with twice the exuberance so should she reach even five years beyond the age, no one could say she lived it lackluster. This birthday was shared with the household amidst sweet times by firelight. Now with the coming of Spring, it was the time of the children. Young life merged together. In this field of flowers ,all children were the waves now bringing in a high tide. Crashing, smashing, tumbling down hills with peels of laughter. "Oh dear," Eirian replied ho-hum to her friend, smiling before turning to face her "Being married to Talion people often wonder what good has come of that anyhow. I rather enjoy questionable lifestyles.""It gives me somewhat to pray over, besides the usual things most mothers or wives contemplate." She wrinkled her nose in jest. It was a secret move, yes? Surely some unseen flower sprung up somewhere. The women on the island were afterall whitches she'd heard foreigners say. Oh what laughter that brought! Now with the seas sailable again what new stories would follow? "I see your children grow like mine do. Weeds, the lot of them." (d)
Ealora Malory
Ealora face twisted at the thought of what this tumbling and smashing was doing to the childrens clothing but after a moments grimace her face smoothed enough to let out a laugh seeing the children having such fun. Sliding carefully, she sat upon her butt curling her arm around a propped up knee offering Eirian a thoughtful smile. "Mmm, I am in agreement with you there, except I am enjoying the peace of a lifestyle well balanced" Leaning forward, she pressed her chin to knee and listened to the sing song voice of her friend with that ever present quiet smile of hers. since returning to the island, Ealora smiled more often now, a silent smile, it gave the impression she held some large secret or perhaps the punchline to a funny joke she was not telling. Even Eirian had noticed the serene nature upon her return, winter had not changed it even with the change from winter to spring. "Oh I am sure Gods ears just sizzle to hear some of your prayers at times Eirian." She turned her head enough for Eirian to see the wink of jest again. "They are from good stock....on their fathers side" She hummed in a laugh. "An look at Hope, my but doesn't she shame even angels" Oh yes, flame witches, shadow witches, light witches...the list went on and on. The rumors would burn bright once more with the seas passable again, a shame Ealora would not be upon them to hear them and laugh and strangely, she was happy the waves no longer shackled her, no longer threatened a line between it and her true hearts desire, her family. "You should come by Red Wall soon, it is even more beautiful when planting is about to begin" Settled comfortably, she hooked an arm in Eirian's and drew the woman close in a sisterly hug. "Tell me my friend, what questionable lifestyle is present on your mind today, since you bring it up." Another secret keeping smile.*
Eirian Apollius
"Only the one I imagine rumor says you carry with you. The scandal, you are sitting in a field of flowers!" A hand went up to catch the shock of hear heart before she swooned to the rhythm of the same hand on her brow. Laughter followed, higher, richer than the clarity of church bells telling the hour. As Hope stood up to see where her playfellows had gone, the first slivers of the moon seemed to turn to glitter against her nightshade head. Save for the exotic almon shape to her eyes there was little now distinguishing her from her mother. "I'll catch you all!" She proclaimed, bouncing around on a frame all legs telling the story of her newfound height. The loose ribbon told the story of too much hair to be contained, like too much spirit. Luke, too, had grown so that he appeared now every bit a boy with no sign that he had once been a babe. Eirian studied her pair along with the six born of the union between seafarer and desert lion. "come now," Eirian chided her "It is from you they recieve their good looks and patience. Mm.. all of us shall soon make our way back to the Valley. With Lent this year, I gave up reservation and leisure, save for the Sabbath. Still, my commisions from winter will be done and it shall be with joy we return home." And with no worry. The blood bath of the seasons prior had not cut away the last shred of desire to return. The call of the fields was strong to those who had called it home. No matter how many times it was burned away, no matter what life was lost, all believed strongly that it was from the dust they all came. So when it returned to the source of creation, was it so terrible? No. It was only the cycle of life wrought in ways that took another season passing to understand. All winter, behind the smile Eirian held a purpose that had led her hands to become dried out or to bleed from the effort of work. It was from this ethic the Apollius family kept its now famous promise that life would go on in the valley. It would not be merely a pair of noble houses and those crazed enough to return. No. Whole farms were coming to life again, the estate fields were being tilled, and the villages were more beautiful than ever.There were those who would always believe that a curse whispered in the hills to manifest in all of the hard times that Eden had seen. Some believed with it being such an Eden, no man or woman was meant to live on it. "Aye, we are very happy to be doing so indeed, and bringing so many hands with us when we do." (d)
Ealora Malory
Ealora joined her in laughter. Oh what rumors would abound about the Crown's Baliff sitting in a field of flowers. To many she was a hard woman, so few missed the kindness she showed to friends but more importantly, her children. This was the one thing Ealora wished most would stay hidden from the world, not because she did not wish others to see what kindness could be found from a woman of the sea but because she still hoped beyond hope she could spare her family life from rumor even when her divorce had become more then rumor but truth, she still wished to shield the children from the evil tongues of others, how they wagged at what had gone wrong between the lion and the pirate queen. They would be wrong of course but still, tongues wagged. Her chin dipped against Eirian shoulders as they both marveled at the wonders that were their children. Eppie and Issa towered above the rest of them but Rah was fast catching up with them and the triplets, seemed ever united even with how different their personalities were. Bast most of all was a marvel here in these fields for she loved nature, from forest of thick branches to fields of flowers, her russet curls bouncing as she danced among the long stems of colorful flowers. A smile crept again against Ealora lips as Eirian gave her ever doting compliments, nothing but sincerety in her voice. "Mmm, with winters freeze over, I leave Bla Bheinn behind. I shall have to visit though, I bought the house in winter, I should like to see it in spring even as I return to Red Wall. There is something about that place, I shall never sell it, even if I move away from its comfort." She hugged Eirian arm and then released her so she could lean back upon her palms kicking her feet out ahead of her to cross her ankles comfortably. "I look forward to keeping my feet firmly planted upon soil these years to come, and the early coming of Spring tells me, I have made the right decision in such. The Shadow Storm had a glorious death, its legend will live on even as wood rots beneath the waves and there are plenty of legends to create still on the soil." She gave a small shake of her head to loosen russet curls from shoulders to sway in the breeze behind her. "There is much to look forward to this year Eirian, wars behind us, no threat of one on the distance, much to be thankful for, much to rejoice over."*
Eirian Apollius
It was good to laugh! Her teeth came to clip at the string just as the last bit of laughter left her throat. Hard enough to make her chest ache, it was a sign of a well lived life always craved. The only thing sweeter than laughter was honey! "Oh my! It will be a good year, I feel it. The horizon may bring many things with it, but no one can take away what God has made. The island is beautiful. No matter how hard or ugly times have become, it has always been beautiful. Spring means our return to Arianna Hymerodraeth, to a meanigful place a the Lady of the Valley. Ah, to till the soil again in field and garden. Lambs to see born, others to see to auction. I have heard such pleasing things. The villages stand erect, and abandoned lands are still being tilled by family that did not leave them to death, despite what life was taken. We shall return home with new settlers come to broaden the family of old ones, and to make new of new themselves. " She spread the dress over her lap to see if it needed any more stiches. Ah, but there at the hem, just a few more threads to finish the embroidery. Among the things discussed by women washing clothes in rivers or the milkmaids balancing the sweet cream was that the killings of the autumn had near ruined the Apollius family. Figures were of no matter to the illiterate, but they lacked nothing by way of describing the family's own coffers turned out for repairations for loss, repairs, or supplies to see that people made it through if their crops had not all been harvested in the craze. It was said that they made suffering pretty. Only determination where sorrow could cripple, a smile where tears ought to be. Ah, to be noble in more than name only was never an option for them.Not alien to hard work, it was said that the same people who attended court in their finery used their talents to every possible extreme. It may have shortened their nails or made calluses on hands but it was worth it. They would go home, legacy secure, wanting for nothing. The spring would carr ywith it more work, but with it and the summer, all would be glorious. "The city is not so far, but it feels leagues from the valley when one is in it. I have promised the court I shan't be a hermit this year as in the past, a week of a month, perhaps, to attend affairs herein but all else belongs to Eden. God did leave those of us there as her stewards, and happily so. Many of my former students and guild friends shall return with me. We shall attend a labor that pleases us greatly. Instead of awaiting us in the city, we shall teach art in the heart of art.Among the pastures and shepards, there will be poets, musicians, painters, sculpters. There shall be dancing, singing, and thoughts on works of faith, and those that inspired thought before the time of Christ. Until the new lodgings are finished, we shall use the estate. There is more than enough room so that all halls will be filled with such art." Her words were like a dream she could climb in to, one where she could lean against her friend and watch it unfold against the moon. A place of master and apprentice. Of color, and music note. A place where all of their madness or mirth, sorrow or gladness could be recorded in ways that would make people ponder beyond their own lifespans."One of my companions shall be an artisan from Italy. I fear he infected me with this disease. Thank God there is no cure for it. I don't want to be cured of it. We shall hold processional home just before the Eastertide, and hear mass in our own parish Church." (d)
Part I
Eirian Apollius
The Winter was a season that was said to be endless; it ran so long that with the amount of snow that came only to be washed by the rain, only to become snow again, people began to wonder if any blue sky would ever manifest. Dreams of spring flowers were still asleep under the ice. One day, though, as it was always apt to do, things changed. Dreams became reality as the snow was replaced by torrents of rain that washed it away forever. While for the people of Christ's persuasion it was still Lent, everyone was infected by the joy that came in seeing the first of the opening buds but a few weeks before. Spring had a reputation for coming early to this one particular island in the seas of Scotland, yet the winter was one discussed as never wanting to let go.For each new leaf that came open, five were knocked down. For each blade of grass pressed up, another bird refused to return. Not to be conquered, the spirit of persistance won out the enemy who backed down to the better army of the sun piercing through the rain. Now another sunset had happened. In the midst of the twilight colors, the Apollius family had taken leave of their castle lodgings to sit in the blossoming Fieldren Fields to find many followed the example. Now that the field was awash in violets and bluebells, the famous indigo ocean had returned. There were flower garlands to make, extra light to enjoy, and warmth! It was so warm out that for the first time the whole season women found no need of shawls! Eirian was one of them. Her shawl was nearby, of course, for modesty's sake, but resting at her side instead of across her shoulders. With the color blue so often on her somewhere, she almost disappeared in the flowers if it were not for the unchanging winter of her face.Hope was busy playing hide-go-seek with her brother. Ah yes, it was a good time to forget about suppers of Friday fish! Eastertide was so close, and with it, the true return to vibrance. Ah well, their sort always felt it early. In and out, in and out. The needle in her hands went in and out over the very dress Hope would wear to Easter Mass. The lantern was her source of light, as was the rising moon (d)
Ealora Malory
The change of seasons was always a wonder to see. To Ealora, it reminded her of an endless battle for winter never relented easy to spring in these lands. While the battles of men were not few and far between, it was a wonder to look out the window and see snow that fell only to melt by mornings light on the ground followed by showers of rain and then biting cold again. These were not wars but battles as spring fought to bring early light and color to the lands and winter, clung bitterly and hopelessly lost againsrt the insuing battle of spring to take over. Though the fire of battle still clung in the depths of her eyes, far removed from simple glance, the will for battle, had long lost against a new battle called madness and with revelation came with it, a closure Ealora had only ever heard of and had not experienced until she found herself again. Peace.Spring brought with it, its joyful brightness that winter that blanketed the lands in thick whiteness, that not all was lost. Greens, red, blues, purples, all the colors of the rainbow would shine again and when it did, oh how the land rejoiced, Ealora with them. Fieldren Fields was a favorite of Ealora's, for it brought back memories of her first moments upon the isle of Sky, often she would bring the children here in spring, retelling the tale of how the Lion, the Lord General, first laid eyes on their pirate mother. The children found such pleasure in the tale, thinking it silly their father could ever hate their mother and Ealora would only smile in silence knowing the truth of that moment now seeming so long ago. The Appollius family was not alone for long for the laughter and songs of the six Asad Aziem children soon followed, each dancing into the fields like some fae's from the forests. When they spotted Hope and her brother playing, six children went flying across the fields with Ealora lazily following behind only turning her steps more towards Eirian then playing. "Oh for shame Eirian, out here alone. People will think you are up to no good, especially with my presence mixed in" Ealora teased with a laugh as she winked at her friend as she came to crouch down beside her.*
Eirian Apollius
With the passing of Winter, Eirian met the Spring having crossed the first threshold of her thitieth decade. Arriving at thirty-and-one had been an occasion of reflection for the woman. Every birthday beyond the sixteenth year was one where God was given high praise. That she, fabled to die, should live so long enough that thirty-and-one was lived with twice the exuberance so should she reach even five years beyond the age, no one could say she lived it lackluster. This birthday was shared with the household amidst sweet times by firelight. Now with the coming of Spring, it was the time of the children. Young life merged together. In this field of flowers ,all children were the waves now bringing in a high tide. Crashing, smashing, tumbling down hills with peels of laughter. "Oh dear," Eirian replied ho-hum to her friend, smiling before turning to face her "Being married to Talion people often wonder what good has come of that anyhow. I rather enjoy questionable lifestyles.""It gives me somewhat to pray over, besides the usual things most mothers or wives contemplate." She wrinkled her nose in jest. It was a secret move, yes? Surely some unseen flower sprung up somewhere. The women on the island were afterall whitches she'd heard foreigners say. Oh what laughter that brought! Now with the seas sailable again what new stories would follow? "I see your children grow like mine do. Weeds, the lot of them." (d)
Ealora Malory
Ealora face twisted at the thought of what this tumbling and smashing was doing to the childrens clothing but after a moments grimace her face smoothed enough to let out a laugh seeing the children having such fun. Sliding carefully, she sat upon her butt curling her arm around a propped up knee offering Eirian a thoughtful smile. "Mmm, I am in agreement with you there, except I am enjoying the peace of a lifestyle well balanced" Leaning forward, she pressed her chin to knee and listened to the sing song voice of her friend with that ever present quiet smile of hers. since returning to the island, Ealora smiled more often now, a silent smile, it gave the impression she held some large secret or perhaps the punchline to a funny joke she was not telling. Even Eirian had noticed the serene nature upon her return, winter had not changed it even with the change from winter to spring. "Oh I am sure Gods ears just sizzle to hear some of your prayers at times Eirian." She turned her head enough for Eirian to see the wink of jest again. "They are from good stock....on their fathers side" She hummed in a laugh. "An look at Hope, my but doesn't she shame even angels" Oh yes, flame witches, shadow witches, light witches...the list went on and on. The rumors would burn bright once more with the seas passable again, a shame Ealora would not be upon them to hear them and laugh and strangely, she was happy the waves no longer shackled her, no longer threatened a line between it and her true hearts desire, her family. "You should come by Red Wall soon, it is even more beautiful when planting is about to begin" Settled comfortably, she hooked an arm in Eirian's and drew the woman close in a sisterly hug. "Tell me my friend, what questionable lifestyle is present on your mind today, since you bring it up." Another secret keeping smile.*
Eirian Apollius
"Only the one I imagine rumor says you carry with you. The scandal, you are sitting in a field of flowers!" A hand went up to catch the shock of hear heart before she swooned to the rhythm of the same hand on her brow. Laughter followed, higher, richer than the clarity of church bells telling the hour. As Hope stood up to see where her playfellows had gone, the first slivers of the moon seemed to turn to glitter against her nightshade head. Save for the exotic almon shape to her eyes there was little now distinguishing her from her mother. "I'll catch you all!" She proclaimed, bouncing around on a frame all legs telling the story of her newfound height. The loose ribbon told the story of too much hair to be contained, like too much spirit. Luke, too, had grown so that he appeared now every bit a boy with no sign that he had once been a babe. Eirian studied her pair along with the six born of the union between seafarer and desert lion. "come now," Eirian chided her "It is from you they recieve their good looks and patience. Mm.. all of us shall soon make our way back to the Valley. With Lent this year, I gave up reservation and leisure, save for the Sabbath. Still, my commisions from winter will be done and it shall be with joy we return home." And with no worry. The blood bath of the seasons prior had not cut away the last shred of desire to return. The call of the fields was strong to those who had called it home. No matter how many times it was burned away, no matter what life was lost, all believed strongly that it was from the dust they all came. So when it returned to the source of creation, was it so terrible? No. It was only the cycle of life wrought in ways that took another season passing to understand. All winter, behind the smile Eirian held a purpose that had led her hands to become dried out or to bleed from the effort of work. It was from this ethic the Apollius family kept its now famous promise that life would go on in the valley. It would not be merely a pair of noble houses and those crazed enough to return. No. Whole farms were coming to life again, the estate fields were being tilled, and the villages were more beautiful than ever.There were those who would always believe that a curse whispered in the hills to manifest in all of the hard times that Eden had seen. Some believed with it being such an Eden, no man or woman was meant to live on it. "Aye, we are very happy to be doing so indeed, and bringing so many hands with us when we do." (d)
Ealora Malory
Ealora joined her in laughter. Oh what rumors would abound about the Crown's Baliff sitting in a field of flowers. To many she was a hard woman, so few missed the kindness she showed to friends but more importantly, her children. This was the one thing Ealora wished most would stay hidden from the world, not because she did not wish others to see what kindness could be found from a woman of the sea but because she still hoped beyond hope she could spare her family life from rumor even when her divorce had become more then rumor but truth, she still wished to shield the children from the evil tongues of others, how they wagged at what had gone wrong between the lion and the pirate queen. They would be wrong of course but still, tongues wagged. Her chin dipped against Eirian shoulders as they both marveled at the wonders that were their children. Eppie and Issa towered above the rest of them but Rah was fast catching up with them and the triplets, seemed ever united even with how different their personalities were. Bast most of all was a marvel here in these fields for she loved nature, from forest of thick branches to fields of flowers, her russet curls bouncing as she danced among the long stems of colorful flowers. A smile crept again against Ealora lips as Eirian gave her ever doting compliments, nothing but sincerety in her voice. "Mmm, with winters freeze over, I leave Bla Bheinn behind. I shall have to visit though, I bought the house in winter, I should like to see it in spring even as I return to Red Wall. There is something about that place, I shall never sell it, even if I move away from its comfort." She hugged Eirian arm and then released her so she could lean back upon her palms kicking her feet out ahead of her to cross her ankles comfortably. "I look forward to keeping my feet firmly planted upon soil these years to come, and the early coming of Spring tells me, I have made the right decision in such. The Shadow Storm had a glorious death, its legend will live on even as wood rots beneath the waves and there are plenty of legends to create still on the soil." She gave a small shake of her head to loosen russet curls from shoulders to sway in the breeze behind her. "There is much to look forward to this year Eirian, wars behind us, no threat of one on the distance, much to be thankful for, much to rejoice over."*
Eirian Apollius
It was good to laugh! Her teeth came to clip at the string just as the last bit of laughter left her throat. Hard enough to make her chest ache, it was a sign of a well lived life always craved. The only thing sweeter than laughter was honey! "Oh my! It will be a good year, I feel it. The horizon may bring many things with it, but no one can take away what God has made. The island is beautiful. No matter how hard or ugly times have become, it has always been beautiful. Spring means our return to Arianna Hymerodraeth, to a meanigful place a the Lady of the Valley. Ah, to till the soil again in field and garden. Lambs to see born, others to see to auction. I have heard such pleasing things. The villages stand erect, and abandoned lands are still being tilled by family that did not leave them to death, despite what life was taken. We shall return home with new settlers come to broaden the family of old ones, and to make new of new themselves. " She spread the dress over her lap to see if it needed any more stiches. Ah, but there at the hem, just a few more threads to finish the embroidery. Among the things discussed by women washing clothes in rivers or the milkmaids balancing the sweet cream was that the killings of the autumn had near ruined the Apollius family. Figures were of no matter to the illiterate, but they lacked nothing by way of describing the family's own coffers turned out for repairations for loss, repairs, or supplies to see that people made it through if their crops had not all been harvested in the craze. It was said that they made suffering pretty. Only determination where sorrow could cripple, a smile where tears ought to be. Ah, to be noble in more than name only was never an option for them.Not alien to hard work, it was said that the same people who attended court in their finery used their talents to every possible extreme. It may have shortened their nails or made calluses on hands but it was worth it. They would go home, legacy secure, wanting for nothing. The spring would carr ywith it more work, but with it and the summer, all would be glorious. "The city is not so far, but it feels leagues from the valley when one is in it. I have promised the court I shan't be a hermit this year as in the past, a week of a month, perhaps, to attend affairs herein but all else belongs to Eden. God did leave those of us there as her stewards, and happily so. Many of my former students and guild friends shall return with me. We shall attend a labor that pleases us greatly. Instead of awaiting us in the city, we shall teach art in the heart of art.Among the pastures and shepards, there will be poets, musicians, painters, sculpters. There shall be dancing, singing, and thoughts on works of faith, and those that inspired thought before the time of Christ. Until the new lodgings are finished, we shall use the estate. There is more than enough room so that all halls will be filled with such art." Her words were like a dream she could climb in to, one where she could lean against her friend and watch it unfold against the moon. A place of master and apprentice. Of color, and music note. A place where all of their madness or mirth, sorrow or gladness could be recorded in ways that would make people ponder beyond their own lifespans."One of my companions shall be an artisan from Italy. I fear he infected me with this disease. Thank God there is no cure for it. I don't want to be cured of it. We shall hold processional home just before the Eastertide, and hear mass in our own parish Church." (d)
