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6/30/2025, 6:16:51 PM
>>6267516
You are right, a good man faces evil with a blade in hand and a prayer on his lips. God has not brought you here by chance but to obey His plan.
>>6267738
>>6267917
Well said good sir, you are a far better legist than those who lost Robert d'Artois his case against his vile aunt Mahaut (Mahaut the sow ! May the leper eat her face !).
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You took the decision to come outside, you raised Ancel with a kick and told him to help you put on quickly your fanciest doublet. He heard the song too and told "c'est satanerie messire !". You let Elana sleep, it would be wiser to not tell your wife's servant and friend that you were chasing beautiful female voices in the night, even if it was only for musical curiosity.
You took your sword though, you never new when something strange could happen. Once dressed elegantly you began to walk towards the corridor and towards the noises. At night, despite some flickering torches and strange gemstones, it seemed as if it was a green light that basked the palace, the place felt eerie, full of shadows. Even the few guardsmen that you saw, and that seemed to ignore the noise were not reassuring. You finally entered the gardens, the trees seemed ancient while the palace was new, and you had heard that the gardens were not so old too. There was sorcery in it... They had a discreet charm far away from the great halls of the Palace of the Cité in Paris with it's statues of all the Frankish kings since Pharamond.
It was at this place, lightened only by a lone ray of the moon that you saw a strange pedestal, no, not a pedestal, a basin. A small basin like the small font at the entry of a church. Not big enough to baptise children but enough so every man can put his hand in it and do the sign of the cross before the altar. It seemed that a kind of silver basin was inside this marble structure, the guelphs here loved to intertwine stone and metal in an impressive way that you failed to understand in their constructions. It was when you were approaching that you saw perhaps one of the most beautiful women that you saw. She wore a simple white dress but her gait made her almost float in the air, like if she was a spirit, or an angel descending from the sky. She irradiated lightly while pouring water from a narrow silver pitcher.
She looked at you then, her eyes, almost golden, seeming to peek into your soul. Her voice was enchanting, as enchanting that the song that you heard before. Without saluting, without even asking a question she asked.
-Would you look into the mirror ?
You were so distraught by her appearance that you took some time to answer, and your answer was simply.
-What will I see ?
You are right, a good man faces evil with a blade in hand and a prayer on his lips. God has not brought you here by chance but to obey His plan.
>>6267738
>>6267917
Well said good sir, you are a far better legist than those who lost Robert d'Artois his case against his vile aunt Mahaut (Mahaut the sow ! May the leper eat her face !).
====
You took the decision to come outside, you raised Ancel with a kick and told him to help you put on quickly your fanciest doublet. He heard the song too and told "c'est satanerie messire !". You let Elana sleep, it would be wiser to not tell your wife's servant and friend that you were chasing beautiful female voices in the night, even if it was only for musical curiosity.
You took your sword though, you never new when something strange could happen. Once dressed elegantly you began to walk towards the corridor and towards the noises. At night, despite some flickering torches and strange gemstones, it seemed as if it was a green light that basked the palace, the place felt eerie, full of shadows. Even the few guardsmen that you saw, and that seemed to ignore the noise were not reassuring. You finally entered the gardens, the trees seemed ancient while the palace was new, and you had heard that the gardens were not so old too. There was sorcery in it... They had a discreet charm far away from the great halls of the Palace of the Cité in Paris with it's statues of all the Frankish kings since Pharamond.
It was at this place, lightened only by a lone ray of the moon that you saw a strange pedestal, no, not a pedestal, a basin. A small basin like the small font at the entry of a church. Not big enough to baptise children but enough so every man can put his hand in it and do the sign of the cross before the altar. It seemed that a kind of silver basin was inside this marble structure, the guelphs here loved to intertwine stone and metal in an impressive way that you failed to understand in their constructions. It was when you were approaching that you saw perhaps one of the most beautiful women that you saw. She wore a simple white dress but her gait made her almost float in the air, like if she was a spirit, or an angel descending from the sky. She irradiated lightly while pouring water from a narrow silver pitcher.
She looked at you then, her eyes, almost golden, seeming to peek into your soul. Her voice was enchanting, as enchanting that the song that you heard before. Without saluting, without even asking a question she asked.
-Would you look into the mirror ?
You were so distraught by her appearance that you took some time to answer, and your answer was simply.
-What will I see ?
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