Post by Sir Dmitrii Zurban on Jun 7, 2008 17:14:38 GMT -6
“What do you know of the Templars, Dmitrii?” Sir Robert asked…
Vox Gladiis: Dmi looked at Willa and sighed then looked to Sir Robert... "Too much I think M'Lord... we of the east know much of the Tuetonic Knights and hearsay of the Templars... the rest I onloy know by what I hear as rumor." His hand took Willa's... what had he gotten her involved in?
Willa Schleitz: The young woman watched both, the bright eyes flickering from one then to the other as they spoke. Her hand caught ahold of his own as he reached. "Ain't them da knights fer da Church?" she asked quietly, though wondering if she should have kept her mouth shut. Willa by no means looked frightened but intrigued.
Sir Robert: Glancing at her, Robert wearily smiled, and nodded... “M'Lady, I must ask yer silence... for word of what ya hear or see could mean yer death and many many more... so I pray yer silence..."
Vox Gladiis: Dmitrii grit his teeth at such a threat, but Sir Robert was a prominent man of Skye, influential and the savior of Adam and Dmitrii in the Battle of Inverness.
Willa Schleitz: The brows quirked upward as she seemed rather confused. What sort of silliness? Though for a moment that underlying layer of her father's steel shown within the blue eyes. Before she turned away from the man altogether. She seemed to have taken up an interest in the nearby walls instead.
Sir Robert: "Dmitrii my friend... she takes this warning too lightly... is she so easy to give up yer life as well? Yu both have stumbled upon something dire..." Robert frowned in dire concern... the pair had discovered a Church hidden for many many years... the Templar services known only to the members. Men were discovering the link to the Merovingian Kings and the mission of the Templars and this was dangerous business.
Willa Schleitz: "She… is standin rights here." She looked back to the man. Well she was no longer a kitchenmaid, so she could speak her mind as it came. "An aye yer rights in some parts o' it. I dun't knowed much abouts em Templaurs… but bys tellin me I canna as' questions abouts it... wella I canna says I'lls e'er knowed." She pointed out. The tone wasn't rude in any manner but simple and quiet. There were always tales and so forth told of the knights, usually by little old men that spoke of the "old days" each in their own way wanting to relive the stores told to them by old men.
Sir Robert: Robert stood up... "Dmitrii...M'Lady... I must ask yu to accompany me..." It was just then the door opened and four armed men stepped inside, men in whire surcoats with bright red crosses.... swords drawn... Robert steps forward. "I do nae wish tae harm yae... but tis important to listen..." Dmitrii stood up and reached back... his swords were absent... he growls then stands between Willa and Sir Robert... the other four men surrounded them... they were not as pleasant.
Willa Schleitz: The eyes narrowed upon those that entered as her hand tightened around Dmitrii's. Though it slipped away as Dmitrii stood to his feet and the hand reached back for the blades. The vague touch rested against the small of Dmitrii's back as she too slowly stood up. She kept silent but watchful... that touch was to let Dmitrii know where she stood , if, of course the need was there for his mind to be otherwise occupied. "Where ya takin us? " She asked softly, frightened? Of course she was... but at the same time she knew that Dmitrii would never allow anyone to harm her.
Sir Robert: Robert bowed his head... "In due time M'Lady..." with a slight bow, his hand extended for them to walk out... the four men clad in white and red opened a path.
Vox Gladiis: Dmitrii narrowed his eyes at Sir Robert... "Explanations shall be expected..." he said with a hint of Rus accent...Then his hand captured Willa's again... "Da vie Dyvetch ka... posh li... Robert nyet boi enya..." [come my dear, lets go... Robert won't harm us...] Then he began to walk out the door.
Willa Schleitz: She fell silent, as now anything else would likely cause them trouble. The hand took Dmitrii's once more as she caught pits and pieces of his words, as for understanding. The Russian was a little more complex then she thought it would be… but slowly learning with her time spent with her heart. The quiet steps were taken as she followed after him, not sparing any of these armed men so much as a glance.
Sir Robert: Outside, an ornate carriage belonging to Robert waited. Dmitrii opened the door and helped Willa inside. Then Robert and one other man entered behind them. Robert lowered the curtains, then sat back... "Sit back and relax... we have a ways to go..."
Vox Gladiis: Dmi sat back, then pulled Willa into his arm and torso... his eyes blinked at her and he nodded. "We shall be alright my dear..." then he looked at Robert and the man... the other riders mounted their horses and as the carriage jolted to a start, followed by the others, who then rode beside.
Willa Schleitz: The glance was given to the carriage and her own steps slowed a bit. She was uncertain as to what was going on now, and silently becoming more alarmed. She stepped up and seated herself in the carriage, and though Dmi had pulled her, she needed no real coaxing as she slipped her arm around his and leaned against him. She offered a small smile and nod, a front of course as if they were simply going on a country ride… then looked to both Robert and his companion. The study of them was given before she lowered her gaze to stare more at her lap then the stoic faces across from her.
Vox Gladiis: Dmitrii and Robert spoke of the Templars and their trek to Scotland... he explained how, many settled on the Scot mainland, and how, some came to Skye... Dmi spoke the names of those... Lord Jacques...Robert, Richard, Esquire William Sable, and Philip Ridgeford... Robert just nodded. The ride would be long, Robert had said... that means they would be leaving Turas Lan... and the Church was actually nearer Zurban Castle.
Willa Schleitz: Willa continued to keep her attention downward, though her mind picked up each detail as they spoke. She had only seen those mentioned in passing a few times during her time of working in the castle. Finally due to the rocking of the carriage and such, her head came to rest upon Dmitrii's upper arm. The eyes closed and the breathing steady. She wasn't really napping, but right now she had little to imput into all this.
Sir Robert: Robert smiled... "Yer Castle was once a home of a Templar... that was once our way to get from any party he had to the Church... Lord Tomas du Marchand use to own all yu own now... but never in his name... it was under a MacLeod title... After he died in the War with the English, and Lord Adam's appointment as Lord of the Isles... we had no need to be secreative as we once were... then somehow yu two explorers found the tunnel used years ago." The man's eyes looked to Willa then back to Dmi... "But those who hunt the Merovingian Kings decendents are trying to link us..."
Willa Schleitz: Curiosity was truly the devils own weapon wasn't it? The small frown came to her face as she spoke, but still did not open her eyes. "Who is da Merovingians?" She asked softly. Somehow or another, this just seemed to spark that little bit of dread in her belly. The hands absently securing her place a bit more against Dmitrii's side.
Sir Robert: Down a road... across a bridge... scents from passing farmhouses told them they were far from the city now... the way the sun hit the carriage windows, they were going north... Robert looked to Willa and smiled... "They are a dynasty of priest kings... who once ruled... but the Catholic Church sought to extinguish them..." the Templar looked to Dmi and he nodded... then Robert continued... "Merovingians are the direct decendents to Jesus Christ... We Templars are vowed to protect the bloodline..." he smiled.
Willa listened to him with a small frown on her face as she shifted just a bit. The mind was already working quickly as she turned over this information. "So... ya'll be watchin o'er da bloodline o' da Christ.line? Sae why ya sae worries abouts iffin anyone knows? I means I woulda think be somethin ya wouldna hides from." She spoke with the near childlike innocents of the topic. While she appeared to be calm, the heart pattered with alarm at the length of the ride away... moving further and further away from city and the areas that she knew. There were how many with them four? And they could be riding into so much more? Afterall the man had threatened with danger.
Sir Robert rubbed his chin and saw the questioned look upon the lass; pondering just how much she knew… “Oh lassy, ye do not know what ya say… There are those who wish to end the bloodline… and have wanted all the descendents dead for centuries…”
Dmitrii snugged against Willa, listening to a tale that abashed all the religious texts and teachings he ever read, or ever was taught. Something of this magnitude seemingly involved thousands… of all religions. And yet, he was friends of one who was a leader in this secret society. He just sat listening.
Sir Robert continued. “Let me see if I may be able to explain M’Lady…” he settled back and looked at his companion, who simply nodded. Robert continued… “Jesus married Mary Magdalene, and had one or more children, and that those children, or their descendants, emigrated to what is now southern France. Once there, they intermarried with the noble families that would eventually become the Merovingian dynasty, whose special claim to the throne of France is championed today by a secret society.”
The carriage still headed north, then as the sun changed direction, Dmi started to move the curtain… the Knight Templar beside Sir Robert tapped his hand with a dagger tip… “Niine M’Lord…” his head moving in the negative, a definite Germanic accent in the man’s speech.
Dmitrii pulled back his hand, his steel greys surveying the man. Yet another note for his thought process.
Willa looked at the other man with a small narrowing of her eyes. It would be now that the muscles hidden away beneath the homespun clothing tensed a bit. The hand slipped down to hold onto Dmitrii's own as she turned her gaze again to the man speaking.
Robert pauses looking for facial expressions or comments… then continues… “The symbolic significance of this is that Jesus is God exposed to the spectrum of human experience - exposed to the first-hand knowledge of what being a man entails. But could God, incarnate as Jesus, truly claim to be a man, to encompass the spectrum of human experience, without coming to know two of the most basic, most elemental facets of the human condition? Could God claim to know the totality of human existence without confronting two such essential aspects of humanity as sexuality and paternity? We, the Society, do not think so. In fact, we do not think the Incarnation truly symbolises what it is intended to symbolise unless Jesus were married and sired children. The Jesus of the Gospels, and of established Christianity, is ultimately incomplete - a God whose incarnation as man is only partial. We believe The Jesus enjoys, in our opinion, a much more valid claim to what Christianity would have him be."
Dmitrii finally speaks… “Robert… what yu are proclaiming is heresy… Lucky yu are in Skye and not in Rome, nor some other Church-heavy country.”
Willa didn't add anything to that as she seemed lost in thought of her own. Well really it did make sorta sense. Jesus hadn't become the Christ until he was thirty three, so technically he had ample time to marry and sire children. It wasn't a surprise that the church would wish to band anything that would enpower women, after all a woman that could think and act for herself was a very dangerous thing.After all , look at Bess?
Robert chuckles “I know Dmi… but me, and my kind have dodged the stake for years… some of us have not been so lucky…” he leans forward and pats Dmitrii’s knee. “The views of many of these "devotee to the bloodline" are influenced by the writings of academics and laymen who seek to challenge predominant beliefs and institutions through a systematic defense of the "sacred feminine". These people who attack the standing religious beliefs often portray Mary Magdalene as being the apostle of a Christian feminism, an aspect which seeks to advance and understand the equality of men and women morally, socially, spiritually, and in leadership from a Christian perspective. and even the personification of the mother goddess. Some celebrate the beginning of the alleged marriage of Jesus and Mary Magdalene to be viewed as a "holy wedding"; and Jesus, Mary Magdalene, and their alleged daughter, Sarah, to be viewed as a "holy family"….”
Robert waited to get a reaction from Dmitrii and Willa; looking at each one momentarily… “Many Templars believe this "holy bloodline" will eventually breed a lineal descendant of Jesus who will become a messiah - a sacred king endowed with a higher consciousness who will rule a world government during an event which they will interpret as a figurative second coming of Christ.”
Once again Sir Robert looks to Willa… “So yu see M’Lady… tis not wise to come forth and proclaim our beliefs to all… for many gain power by the current beliefs that Christ was God and all powerful, and was sinless… They use religion like a weapon… for greed and power… and they persecute us ffor our belief…just as they massacre Pagans for their belief IF they do not conform…”
''It sounds vera much likes one of them old wives tale, if you will pardon me ignorance. " She answered honestly as she canted her head. In her own mind this was all rather difficult to believe. Her Mother had avoided any such conversations of the church at all. So as far as Willa knew, the woman had to be heathen or… some of its like. However, it had not ever changed Willa in her reading of the Bible as well as asking the clergy questions that often left the man stammering and at a loss before deciding she was supposedly mocking the church and closed his doors to her. It was really not so far fetched to believe that Jesus had married, fathered children... then became the worlds more influential speaker.
The carriage then came to a stop, the driver pulling back on the reins and giving the sounds of a wrangler made. Two men stood the door and tossed hoods in the window to Sir Robert… who took them… “Please wear these Dmitrii…M’Lady… tis for your own good I must add. No need to know where yu are going…” he handed the eyeless hoods out to Dmi and Wila with a disheartened smile.
Vox Gladiis: Dmi looked at Willa and sighed then looked to Sir Robert... "Too much I think M'Lord... we of the east know much of the Tuetonic Knights and hearsay of the Templars... the rest I onloy know by what I hear as rumor." His hand took Willa's... what had he gotten her involved in?
Willa Schleitz: The young woman watched both, the bright eyes flickering from one then to the other as they spoke. Her hand caught ahold of his own as he reached. "Ain't them da knights fer da Church?" she asked quietly, though wondering if she should have kept her mouth shut. Willa by no means looked frightened but intrigued.
Sir Robert: Glancing at her, Robert wearily smiled, and nodded... “M'Lady, I must ask yer silence... for word of what ya hear or see could mean yer death and many many more... so I pray yer silence..."
Vox Gladiis: Dmitrii grit his teeth at such a threat, but Sir Robert was a prominent man of Skye, influential and the savior of Adam and Dmitrii in the Battle of Inverness.
Willa Schleitz: The brows quirked upward as she seemed rather confused. What sort of silliness? Though for a moment that underlying layer of her father's steel shown within the blue eyes. Before she turned away from the man altogether. She seemed to have taken up an interest in the nearby walls instead.
Sir Robert: "Dmitrii my friend... she takes this warning too lightly... is she so easy to give up yer life as well? Yu both have stumbled upon something dire..." Robert frowned in dire concern... the pair had discovered a Church hidden for many many years... the Templar services known only to the members. Men were discovering the link to the Merovingian Kings and the mission of the Templars and this was dangerous business.
Willa Schleitz: "She… is standin rights here." She looked back to the man. Well she was no longer a kitchenmaid, so she could speak her mind as it came. "An aye yer rights in some parts o' it. I dun't knowed much abouts em Templaurs… but bys tellin me I canna as' questions abouts it... wella I canna says I'lls e'er knowed." She pointed out. The tone wasn't rude in any manner but simple and quiet. There were always tales and so forth told of the knights, usually by little old men that spoke of the "old days" each in their own way wanting to relive the stores told to them by old men.
Sir Robert: Robert stood up... "Dmitrii...M'Lady... I must ask yu to accompany me..." It was just then the door opened and four armed men stepped inside, men in whire surcoats with bright red crosses.... swords drawn... Robert steps forward. "I do nae wish tae harm yae... but tis important to listen..." Dmitrii stood up and reached back... his swords were absent... he growls then stands between Willa and Sir Robert... the other four men surrounded them... they were not as pleasant.
Willa Schleitz: The eyes narrowed upon those that entered as her hand tightened around Dmitrii's. Though it slipped away as Dmitrii stood to his feet and the hand reached back for the blades. The vague touch rested against the small of Dmitrii's back as she too slowly stood up. She kept silent but watchful... that touch was to let Dmitrii know where she stood , if, of course the need was there for his mind to be otherwise occupied. "Where ya takin us? " She asked softly, frightened? Of course she was... but at the same time she knew that Dmitrii would never allow anyone to harm her.
Sir Robert: Robert bowed his head... "In due time M'Lady..." with a slight bow, his hand extended for them to walk out... the four men clad in white and red opened a path.
Vox Gladiis: Dmitrii narrowed his eyes at Sir Robert... "Explanations shall be expected..." he said with a hint of Rus accent...Then his hand captured Willa's again... "Da vie Dyvetch ka... posh li... Robert nyet boi enya..." [come my dear, lets go... Robert won't harm us...] Then he began to walk out the door.
Willa Schleitz: She fell silent, as now anything else would likely cause them trouble. The hand took Dmitrii's once more as she caught pits and pieces of his words, as for understanding. The Russian was a little more complex then she thought it would be… but slowly learning with her time spent with her heart. The quiet steps were taken as she followed after him, not sparing any of these armed men so much as a glance.
Sir Robert: Outside, an ornate carriage belonging to Robert waited. Dmitrii opened the door and helped Willa inside. Then Robert and one other man entered behind them. Robert lowered the curtains, then sat back... "Sit back and relax... we have a ways to go..."
Vox Gladiis: Dmi sat back, then pulled Willa into his arm and torso... his eyes blinked at her and he nodded. "We shall be alright my dear..." then he looked at Robert and the man... the other riders mounted their horses and as the carriage jolted to a start, followed by the others, who then rode beside.
Willa Schleitz: The glance was given to the carriage and her own steps slowed a bit. She was uncertain as to what was going on now, and silently becoming more alarmed. She stepped up and seated herself in the carriage, and though Dmi had pulled her, she needed no real coaxing as she slipped her arm around his and leaned against him. She offered a small smile and nod, a front of course as if they were simply going on a country ride… then looked to both Robert and his companion. The study of them was given before she lowered her gaze to stare more at her lap then the stoic faces across from her.
Vox Gladiis: Dmitrii and Robert spoke of the Templars and their trek to Scotland... he explained how, many settled on the Scot mainland, and how, some came to Skye... Dmi spoke the names of those... Lord Jacques...Robert, Richard, Esquire William Sable, and Philip Ridgeford... Robert just nodded. The ride would be long, Robert had said... that means they would be leaving Turas Lan... and the Church was actually nearer Zurban Castle.
Willa Schleitz: Willa continued to keep her attention downward, though her mind picked up each detail as they spoke. She had only seen those mentioned in passing a few times during her time of working in the castle. Finally due to the rocking of the carriage and such, her head came to rest upon Dmitrii's upper arm. The eyes closed and the breathing steady. She wasn't really napping, but right now she had little to imput into all this.
Sir Robert: Robert smiled... "Yer Castle was once a home of a Templar... that was once our way to get from any party he had to the Church... Lord Tomas du Marchand use to own all yu own now... but never in his name... it was under a MacLeod title... After he died in the War with the English, and Lord Adam's appointment as Lord of the Isles... we had no need to be secreative as we once were... then somehow yu two explorers found the tunnel used years ago." The man's eyes looked to Willa then back to Dmi... "But those who hunt the Merovingian Kings decendents are trying to link us..."
Willa Schleitz: Curiosity was truly the devils own weapon wasn't it? The small frown came to her face as she spoke, but still did not open her eyes. "Who is da Merovingians?" She asked softly. Somehow or another, this just seemed to spark that little bit of dread in her belly. The hands absently securing her place a bit more against Dmitrii's side.
Sir Robert: Down a road... across a bridge... scents from passing farmhouses told them they were far from the city now... the way the sun hit the carriage windows, they were going north... Robert looked to Willa and smiled... "They are a dynasty of priest kings... who once ruled... but the Catholic Church sought to extinguish them..." the Templar looked to Dmi and he nodded... then Robert continued... "Merovingians are the direct decendents to Jesus Christ... We Templars are vowed to protect the bloodline..." he smiled.
Willa listened to him with a small frown on her face as she shifted just a bit. The mind was already working quickly as she turned over this information. "So... ya'll be watchin o'er da bloodline o' da Christ.line? Sae why ya sae worries abouts iffin anyone knows? I means I woulda think be somethin ya wouldna hides from." She spoke with the near childlike innocents of the topic. While she appeared to be calm, the heart pattered with alarm at the length of the ride away... moving further and further away from city and the areas that she knew. There were how many with them four? And they could be riding into so much more? Afterall the man had threatened with danger.
Sir Robert rubbed his chin and saw the questioned look upon the lass; pondering just how much she knew… “Oh lassy, ye do not know what ya say… There are those who wish to end the bloodline… and have wanted all the descendents dead for centuries…”
Dmitrii snugged against Willa, listening to a tale that abashed all the religious texts and teachings he ever read, or ever was taught. Something of this magnitude seemingly involved thousands… of all religions. And yet, he was friends of one who was a leader in this secret society. He just sat listening.
Sir Robert continued. “Let me see if I may be able to explain M’Lady…” he settled back and looked at his companion, who simply nodded. Robert continued… “Jesus married Mary Magdalene, and had one or more children, and that those children, or their descendants, emigrated to what is now southern France. Once there, they intermarried with the noble families that would eventually become the Merovingian dynasty, whose special claim to the throne of France is championed today by a secret society.”
The carriage still headed north, then as the sun changed direction, Dmi started to move the curtain… the Knight Templar beside Sir Robert tapped his hand with a dagger tip… “Niine M’Lord…” his head moving in the negative, a definite Germanic accent in the man’s speech.
Dmitrii pulled back his hand, his steel greys surveying the man. Yet another note for his thought process.
Willa looked at the other man with a small narrowing of her eyes. It would be now that the muscles hidden away beneath the homespun clothing tensed a bit. The hand slipped down to hold onto Dmitrii's own as she turned her gaze again to the man speaking.
Robert pauses looking for facial expressions or comments… then continues… “The symbolic significance of this is that Jesus is God exposed to the spectrum of human experience - exposed to the first-hand knowledge of what being a man entails. But could God, incarnate as Jesus, truly claim to be a man, to encompass the spectrum of human experience, without coming to know two of the most basic, most elemental facets of the human condition? Could God claim to know the totality of human existence without confronting two such essential aspects of humanity as sexuality and paternity? We, the Society, do not think so. In fact, we do not think the Incarnation truly symbolises what it is intended to symbolise unless Jesus were married and sired children. The Jesus of the Gospels, and of established Christianity, is ultimately incomplete - a God whose incarnation as man is only partial. We believe The Jesus enjoys, in our opinion, a much more valid claim to what Christianity would have him be."
Dmitrii finally speaks… “Robert… what yu are proclaiming is heresy… Lucky yu are in Skye and not in Rome, nor some other Church-heavy country.”
Willa didn't add anything to that as she seemed lost in thought of her own. Well really it did make sorta sense. Jesus hadn't become the Christ until he was thirty three, so technically he had ample time to marry and sire children. It wasn't a surprise that the church would wish to band anything that would enpower women, after all a woman that could think and act for herself was a very dangerous thing.After all , look at Bess?
Robert chuckles “I know Dmi… but me, and my kind have dodged the stake for years… some of us have not been so lucky…” he leans forward and pats Dmitrii’s knee. “The views of many of these "devotee to the bloodline" are influenced by the writings of academics and laymen who seek to challenge predominant beliefs and institutions through a systematic defense of the "sacred feminine". These people who attack the standing religious beliefs often portray Mary Magdalene as being the apostle of a Christian feminism, an aspect which seeks to advance and understand the equality of men and women morally, socially, spiritually, and in leadership from a Christian perspective. and even the personification of the mother goddess. Some celebrate the beginning of the alleged marriage of Jesus and Mary Magdalene to be viewed as a "holy wedding"; and Jesus, Mary Magdalene, and their alleged daughter, Sarah, to be viewed as a "holy family"….”
Robert waited to get a reaction from Dmitrii and Willa; looking at each one momentarily… “Many Templars believe this "holy bloodline" will eventually breed a lineal descendant of Jesus who will become a messiah - a sacred king endowed with a higher consciousness who will rule a world government during an event which they will interpret as a figurative second coming of Christ.”
Once again Sir Robert looks to Willa… “So yu see M’Lady… tis not wise to come forth and proclaim our beliefs to all… for many gain power by the current beliefs that Christ was God and all powerful, and was sinless… They use religion like a weapon… for greed and power… and they persecute us ffor our belief…just as they massacre Pagans for their belief IF they do not conform…”
''It sounds vera much likes one of them old wives tale, if you will pardon me ignorance. " She answered honestly as she canted her head. In her own mind this was all rather difficult to believe. Her Mother had avoided any such conversations of the church at all. So as far as Willa knew, the woman had to be heathen or… some of its like. However, it had not ever changed Willa in her reading of the Bible as well as asking the clergy questions that often left the man stammering and at a loss before deciding she was supposedly mocking the church and closed his doors to her. It was really not so far fetched to believe that Jesus had married, fathered children... then became the worlds more influential speaker.
The carriage then came to a stop, the driver pulling back on the reins and giving the sounds of a wrangler made. Two men stood the door and tossed hoods in the window to Sir Robert… who took them… “Please wear these Dmitrii…M’Lady… tis for your own good I must add. No need to know where yu are going…” he handed the eyeless hoods out to Dmi and Wila with a disheartened smile.
