by Crispian » Thu Oct 30, 2003 9:25 am
Crispian relaxed against the edge of his desk, signalling discreetly to Tannir for tea and refreshments. "There's a book, a Hibernian book, that somehow ties into my young Knight, Phardaxia. It seems to pose a great risk, not just to him but potentially to the League."
He paused as Tannir brought in a tray with tea and fresh rolls on it, nodding to his aide de camp. "Thank you, Tannir," Ayslyn said in a melodious voice. "What sort of book is this?" he asked of his host, briefly recalling his first meeting with the man offering him honey for a roll.
"We know very little, so far. There is much trouble about it, and to date four attempts have been made to regain it but some...force," Crispian paused to break his fast with a mouthful of roll and tea. "But, we also know that it is somehow tied into Phardaxia's father, as well as his own indentity."
Ayslyn picked at his roll a moment, obviously in thought. "A Hibernian book in Albion is hardly shocking, Crispian. We were once a united realm, which some of us recall." When he paused to drink, Crispian pressed a point.
"This is a sacred text, apparently, and something that never should have been outside a druid's grove. And someone, or something, wants it back, even if it kills Phardaxia."
Crispian Pontiff, Precentor, St. Crispin's League
"For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother" Henry V