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Orchid
It’s been a while hasn’t it?
Any ways, since Lord Crawford’s first name is never mentioned, I’ll give him one.
Wycliff Bible: These are among the first bibles translated from Latin to English, the Orthodox Church accused the Man who brought these books about of Heresy.
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Orchid – “Thoughtfulness, Maturity, and Charm”
Or
A Conversation between two Elders
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“I surely thank you for being to excuse the both of us from that bore of a banquet.” William smiled as he brushed raven locks from his stormy eyes. “Lord Crawford, I do not understand how you manage to entertain the likes of them without an overwhelming urge to give them a basic introduction to book-learning.” He sighed helplessly as he sat upon the bench of the courtyard.
“I know what you mean, Baron Rosenkreuz, So many other nations are bettering themselves in the manners of learning, while we are drowning in a dredge of superstition and outdated tradition.” Aliastair Crawford shook his head sadly as he joined his intellectual partner in rest. “Have you heard about the French and the Italians? There’s a doctor that made a formula that actually helped the plague victims, I believe it’s made from rose hips.”
“I am far more interested in the experiments that are being made for plates that would write pages of books repeatedly without the daunting handwork.” He turned to look at the older man, his voice full of genuinely excited lifts of the voice, his expression is of wonder and delight. “I would certainly think it would be far better if many of those Wycliff bibles would be more available, for certainly if we know what the scripture truly say, then we know whether the superstition of the church is true or not.” His hands took the shape of an open book, then a steeple as his spoke.
The Lord shook his head, laughing softly, though there was a nervous tone to it. He paused for a moment, he did not like to tread upon William’s ideology, but this time, he had to.
“William, William……… do watch what falls from your lips, you mean well I know, but many will not believe the same. Your explorations in the herb lore common among the Jewish folks is already suspicion enough for the common rabble of the nobles.” He leaned close, his tenor was in a low, and harsh whisper. “If you say these words publicly, I do not even think your rumored sorcery will save you from the gallows.”
“Am I to stay silent and let these half-truths and outright falsehoods be perpetrated and assimilated to these ignorant people?!” exclaimed in exasperation as he turned away from the silver-hair noble.
“William, listen to me as a friend, your intentions are all fine and good, but I do not believe many will give up the spiritual security the church provides for this strange world of sciences and sorcery.”
“Aliastair! I am not saying to give up god, but to give up the dank corruption of the church, we have fat bishops, and worse yet fat monks while common folks are no more then reeds that will fall over in the wind!” The elder Rosenkreuz spat with disgust. “Do you agree with some practices?”
“William Rosenkreuz! Spit your venom elsewhere, you know that I am as much disgusted by it as you, but unlike you, I learn to pick my battles that are won. The Saints may be martyrs, but I will not be such a thing and neither should you. Your cause is noble, but you rage like a storm, with no focus or point, if you expose yourself in front of the court, there will be no triumph fanfare, no praises, just a rope around your neck, or the fire. And nothing will change, it will be a waste.” He leaned down, and hissed darkly.
Even the prideful and stubborn Rosenkreuz relented to the argument presented by the master tactician. The stormy-eyed young man sighed as he looked away.
“You are correct as usual, my old friend.” He groaned sheepishly. “I apologize for directing my anger to you. It’s just I have no other to speak this to, and I dare not talk of such manners to my brother yet. I had teach him things beyond the simple mathematics required to run the Barony, and that not to follow blind faith, but I think he is too young to understand the implications of what I know.”
“I know what you mean, for Gabriel is an intelligent and inquisitive boy, I keep having to tell him to hide his cleverness, if he’s not careful, he will make many enemies.” The older man smiled softly at the thought his son.
“Father! The King wishes for your presence!” A soft baritone called out.
“Looks like you have the suffer the buffoon this round, my poor dear.” William giggled to himself, his mouth hidden by the balloon sleeves of his dalamute robe.
“If only it weren’t treason to point out his severe lack of intelligence………” Lord Crawford groaned as he hurried to met with his son first. “So long.”
“I will see you again.”
Any ways, since Lord Crawford’s first name is never mentioned, I’ll give him one.
Wycliff Bible: These are among the first bibles translated from Latin to English, the Orthodox Church accused the Man who brought these books about of Heresy.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Orchid – “Thoughtfulness, Maturity, and Charm”
Or
A Conversation between two Elders
~~
“I surely thank you for being to excuse the both of us from that bore of a banquet.” William smiled as he brushed raven locks from his stormy eyes. “Lord Crawford, I do not understand how you manage to entertain the likes of them without an overwhelming urge to give them a basic introduction to book-learning.” He sighed helplessly as he sat upon the bench of the courtyard.
“I know what you mean, Baron Rosenkreuz, So many other nations are bettering themselves in the manners of learning, while we are drowning in a dredge of superstition and outdated tradition.” Aliastair Crawford shook his head sadly as he joined his intellectual partner in rest. “Have you heard about the French and the Italians? There’s a doctor that made a formula that actually helped the plague victims, I believe it’s made from rose hips.”
“I am far more interested in the experiments that are being made for plates that would write pages of books repeatedly without the daunting handwork.” He turned to look at the older man, his voice full of genuinely excited lifts of the voice, his expression is of wonder and delight. “I would certainly think it would be far better if many of those Wycliff bibles would be more available, for certainly if we know what the scripture truly say, then we know whether the superstition of the church is true or not.” His hands took the shape of an open book, then a steeple as his spoke.
The Lord shook his head, laughing softly, though there was a nervous tone to it. He paused for a moment, he did not like to tread upon William’s ideology, but this time, he had to.
“William, William……… do watch what falls from your lips, you mean well I know, but many will not believe the same. Your explorations in the herb lore common among the Jewish folks is already suspicion enough for the common rabble of the nobles.” He leaned close, his tenor was in a low, and harsh whisper. “If you say these words publicly, I do not even think your rumored sorcery will save you from the gallows.”
“Am I to stay silent and let these half-truths and outright falsehoods be perpetrated and assimilated to these ignorant people?!” exclaimed in exasperation as he turned away from the silver-hair noble.
“William, listen to me as a friend, your intentions are all fine and good, but I do not believe many will give up the spiritual security the church provides for this strange world of sciences and sorcery.”
“Aliastair! I am not saying to give up god, but to give up the dank corruption of the church, we have fat bishops, and worse yet fat monks while common folks are no more then reeds that will fall over in the wind!” The elder Rosenkreuz spat with disgust. “Do you agree with some practices?”
“William Rosenkreuz! Spit your venom elsewhere, you know that I am as much disgusted by it as you, but unlike you, I learn to pick my battles that are won. The Saints may be martyrs, but I will not be such a thing and neither should you. Your cause is noble, but you rage like a storm, with no focus or point, if you expose yourself in front of the court, there will be no triumph fanfare, no praises, just a rope around your neck, or the fire. And nothing will change, it will be a waste.” He leaned down, and hissed darkly.
Even the prideful and stubborn Rosenkreuz relented to the argument presented by the master tactician. The stormy-eyed young man sighed as he looked away.
“You are correct as usual, my old friend.” He groaned sheepishly. “I apologize for directing my anger to you. It’s just I have no other to speak this to, and I dare not talk of such manners to my brother yet. I had teach him things beyond the simple mathematics required to run the Barony, and that not to follow blind faith, but I think he is too young to understand the implications of what I know.”
“I know what you mean, for Gabriel is an intelligent and inquisitive boy, I keep having to tell him to hide his cleverness, if he’s not careful, he will make many enemies.” The older man smiled softly at the thought his son.
“Father! The King wishes for your presence!” A soft baritone called out.
“Looks like you have the suffer the buffoon this round, my poor dear.” William giggled to himself, his mouth hidden by the balloon sleeves of his dalamute robe.
“If only it weren’t treason to point out his severe lack of intelligence………” Lord Crawford groaned as he hurried to met with his son first. “So long.”
“I will see you again.”