And So It Begins....   Posted by Comte De Treville.Group: 0
Comte De Treville
 GM, 15 posts
 Lieutenant-Captain
 King's Musketeer
Sun 12 Jun 2016
at 20:41
And So It Begins....
Madame said goodbye and in a dainty fashion waved a silken kerchief in his general direction before bringing it up to an eye. Jean-Luc brought up the rear on a riding horse of lower quality pulling a pack horse behind him. He wore a large black floppy hat to keep the weather at bay, breeches, and a wool doublet in the D'Amberville colors. As they moved from the courtyard of the Chateau they turned northeast toward Rouen. It would no doubt take them a few days if Gerard had his way and a few more if Jean-Luc could convince his Master to follow his.

the country side of Normandy was beautiful if a bit cool in the morning. The bright sunlight bode well for travel, save for it's heat in the later afternoon, and The horses made good time. Here and there, they passed a few farmers upon their way to the fields. It was planting season after all and not a few lead a big draft horse with which to plow the fields. Those that recognized Gerard, bowed and removed their hats. A few did not. Perhaps it was the fine horse and clothes confused them or mayhaps a few no longer called the D'Ambervilles lords. Some of their land was lost to the King when Gerard's father was caught in his misbegotten deeds. One thing they all shared was being poor... some the poorest of the poor.

Besides these only a few merchants coming to or from Rouen. Some on foot pulling pack animals, donkeys or ponies. Others rode in small carts with their bundles packed behind them. They all recognized Gerard as a noble or at least to be a richer man than they, so they nodded or bowed in deference.

After what could have been a few hours and passing at least one roadside tavern, Jean-Luc spoke up.

"Monsieur? Pardon! But there is a tavern not far... perhaps a mile... perhaps less. My horse is not as strong or hardy as yours... a bit of rest would do both her and the pack pony some good. What say you Monsieur?"

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Gerard D'Amberville
 player, 8 posts
Sun 12 Jun 2016
at 21:08
And So It Begins....
  The day was fair, is somewhat hot, and the road was dusty. Some of the peons they past, did not show the traditional sign of respect due a Noble, and that vexed Gerard. If not for the fact, that Gerard wanted to make good time this day, he might have thrashed one or two of them to remind them of their place.

 The duo rode on until his ever present lackey made a suggestion of stopping at a local drinking establishment, to refresh themselves, and to rest the horses. Gerard regarded his servant, with a most serious expression, and then a smile broke upon his face.

“Jean-Luc, a most excellent suggestion, you just made. Indeed, I could use a cup of wine, some cheese and bread, while sitting in the coolness of a tap room. You can see to the horses, and if you thirst, I am sure they have a well.”

 The young Noble waited to see the expression upon Jean-Luc’s face, before he laughed. “I make a jest, my faithful servant. You may have a cup of wine, but mark you, just one cup.” Said in a stern tone of voice, but was there just the hint of a smile to his lips.
Jean-Luc Le Chat
 NPC, 2 posts
 Lackey
 Groom
Sun 12 Jun 2016
at 22:39
And So It Begins....
At first Jean-Luc broke into a wide grin at his master's words. He tried to spur his horse to a faster pace and come along side Gerard. Just to hear him say that he would be relegated to the stables and tending horses rather than in the cool comfort of the inn's common room and most of all, denied the elixir of the gods themselves... wine!

Jean-Luc's mouth hung open as if to protest "Monsieur!? Water? From a well? Monsieur I might become ill... I barely trust such with the horses."

Then when the laughter came and an invitation to join his master inside, Lean-Luc laughed as well. Until only one cup was mentioned and then the smile retreated quickly.

"Tis your coin Monsieur. I am a faithful servant and abide by your commands... perhaps a bottle for the road then?"

As they made their way around a bend, a rather large roadside inn came into view. Gerard knew it for he had stayed there himself. Le Cheval Blanc! That was it aye! A large common room with an equally large kitchen! With a good roasted mutton... cooked slow with salt, peeper, sage, and onions! A good local wine and cheese as well. These were made locally by the small village that sprawled out around it.

As they made the Inn itself a boy came from the depths of the nearby stables but Jean-Luc waved the lad off.

"We've no need of you lad. I see to Monsieur D'Amberville's steeds." he said and none too gently.

"All I need is some water... and a place of shade to rest them. For that you'll earn a sou but no more. If you watch me you might even stand to learn something."

This message was last edited by the player at 22:43, Sun 12 June 2016.

Gerard D'Amberville
 player, 10 posts
Sun 12 Jun 2016
at 23:46
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 The Master and Lackey, to wit, Gerard and Jean-Luc, rode up to the front of the quant country Inn. He had patronized this place in the past, or at least his family had. Gerard took the measure of the place, then climbed down and allowed his Lackey to deal with the stable boy.

 Gerard used his gloves, to beat off some of dust of the road, before he opened the door to the Inn and walked into the place. As soon as he entered, he felt relief from the day’s heat, as it was indeed much cooler then outside. He was an obvious Gentleman by his garb and bearing, and the fact he wore a sword.

“Inkeeper,Inkeeper! A patron has arrived upon your door, and he has a great need for wine. Fetch me a worthy vintage, with bread and cheese.. And be quick!."

 These words where said as the young Noblemen took the measure of the common room and any patrons within the same. If he spotted a decent table, Gerard would walk over and claim it for his own.

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Comte De Treville
 GM, 17 posts
 Lieutenant-Captain
 King's Musketeer
Mon 13 Jun 2016
at 00:52
And So It Begins....
The common room was wide and spacious. Large tables were scattered about in a haphazard fashion, their wood old, stained, and scarred. Though they were relatively clean. Most were accompanied with long benches but a few stools were strewn about. Though some corners held shade and shadow but most of the place was well lit thanks to the many windows, shutters thrown back and with a few windows open to allow the spring breeze to wander in. A small fire, just enough to keep the porridge or whatever was in the cooper kettle warm without producing too much heat.

There were a few older men, peasants by their dress and manner which sat at a table near the long stout bar. Beside these half dozen men, there was but one patron, a priest... perhaps a monk, dressed in a black cassock and skull cap. Though of average height he was very thin, almost gaunt. He was in an earnest discussion with a short plump gentleman who could only be the proprietor by his stained white linen shirt and brown leather apron. Upon hearing Gerard, he tried to untangle himself from the man of the church in front of him.

"Excusez-moi Monsieur! A guest has arrived... you can stay of course but... I know no one that can help you at the moment."

The priest looked aghast but allowed the tapster by.

"Welcome! Welcome Monsieur! Perhaps a table in the shade for you oui? Of course I shall bring you wine and some very fine cheese as well. I have some porridge upon the fire... plain but I can can serve it with eggs if the Monsieur is agreeable?"
Gerard D'Amberville
 player, 11 posts
Mon 13 Jun 2016
at 01:46
And So It Begins....
  The Inn Keeper showed the proper respect to a man of Gerard’s station, but t then again, he was trying to sell food and drink to the traveler. But Gerard was satisfied, and slowly nodded to the man.

“Oui, I shall have three fried eggs with porridge. And seat me at a table in the shade, my good man. When my servant is finished with the horses, send him to the kitchen to feed him. He is allowed one cup of wine, no less, no more. “

 ,said Gerard as he followed the man to a corner table that seemed to meet his needs. Gerard removed  sword sash and laid the sword upon the table, then got comfortable. The Priest caught his eye, and Gerard nodded to the man of the cloth “Bonne journée, to you good Priest.”
Martin Le Maigre
 NPC, 1 post
 Benedictine
 Monk
Tue 14 Jun 2016
at 00:48
And So It Begins....
The portly innkeeper shuffled off to fetch the food and wine after bowing low. The group of farmers nodded and pointed toward Gerard and spoke conspiratorially in low whispers. At last, the young monk or priest turned toward the young noble as his words of greeting reached him.

"Monsieur? Or should I address you as My Lord?" He said taking in Gerard's dress and bearing.

He then bowed himself and upon rising he said "Thus far oui! The journey, praise God, has been a good one. Yet, there has been talk Monsieur... talk of unrest and perchance banditry upon the road. Have you heard of this as well? Ahhh... may I join you? Perchance beg charity, as I have taken a vow of poverty and have little to pay for wine and cheese."

Jean-Luc must have remained with the horses as yet, but Gerard knew he would be along. The wine would call him even if his master did not...
Gerard D'Amberville
 player, 13 posts
Tue 14 Jun 2016
at 01:13
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  The Priest seemed one of the many wandering Friars that dotted the country side, on some good deed or another. They were the instruments of the Lord, and of Holy Mother Church. While Gerard was by no means a zealot, he enjoyed too many things considered to be sins, but he was still a Christian.

 The young Noble stood to his feet and indicated a chair. “I would be honored, if you would join me at table, Good Priest. Innkeeper, you rascal, did you deny this man of God, the sustenance he needs to spread the good news? Fetch him what I am having, and bring wine, you rogue."

 Gerard smiled to the Priest then, and resumed his seat.
Martin Le Maigre
 NPC, 2 posts
 Benedictine
 Monk
Tue 14 Jun 2016
at 02:50
And So It Begins....
The innkeeper had almost made it to the kitchen when Gerard shouted out. Now all in a fluster he stopped and turned while wringing his plump hands before him!

"No! NO Monsieur! you wrong me! I have fed the priest... porridge and gave him cold water from the well. Oh! Some bread as well. I shall bring wine Monsieur. The best and two cups!"

He quickly turned on his heels and fled to the relative safety of his kitchen. The monk bowed low once more. He made Gerard's table and sat down. A smile upon his thin lips he nodded.

"Merci Monsieur! You are too kind. In the proprietor's defense he did feed me God bless him. A simple meal oui! However, I am a simple man. My name is Martin. Those of which I had the pleasure to study with named me Martin Le Maigre. They spoke truly before god for I am thin am I not. Mostly I am as God made me."

The Innkeeper came bustling out with a tray and upon it was wine, two clay cups, a fine wheel of yellow cheese, and fresh bread from the oven. He set the tray upon their table with a grace that belied his great size.

"The eggs and porridge will be out soon Monsieur. My good wife fries them now and i will fetch the porridge, still hot I'll wager."


"Merci!" the monk said bowing his head. "God bless and keep you."
Gerard D'Amberville
 player, 15 posts
Tue 14 Jun 2016
at 04:09
And So It Begins....
  If Geared has wronged the Innkeeper, it was of little concern to the young Noble. He did not concern himself with the feelings of commoners for the most part. His, was an old family of Noble de l'épée, that had served France since before the so-called Hundred Years War. Although he had no title, Gerard was born into the nobility, and as such, was a law unto himself. A Noble could kill a commoner, even a rich member of the Bourgeoisie, and have no fear of the Courts, for the most part. There where exceptions to this, of course, as with most things.

 The young noble regarded the thin man that had introduced himself as Martin. Perhaps he was only a Brother, and not a Priest.

“I am Gerard Alexandre D’Amberville. I thank you for your blessing, I can use as many as I can receive, these days, Monsieur. Just how do I address you, Martin, Is it Brother or Father?”

 Gerard picked up on of the cups of wine and sampled it, He smiled and took a long sip and relished an acceptable vintage.

“As to the matter of you traveling with me, while I no objections, we are mounted, while you are afoot. Perhaps you can trade off riding my servant’s horse. “

 He tore off some bread,sliced a bit of cheese,and began to enjoy his repast
Martin Le Maigre
 NPC, 3 posts
 Benedictine
 Monk
Wed 15 Jun 2016
at 03:06
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The thin monk or priest before Gerard raised a thin and long-fingered hand as if to halt the nobleman's feast.

"Wait Monsieur! We should bless the food before we eat. God has blessed us with it did he not?"

Without waiting for Gerard's approval, the gaunt man began a prayer, speaking in Latin as he did so. It was a standard blessing concluding with the phrase "Allow this food to nourish our bodies and may our bodies continue in service to thee! Amen!

"You may call me Brother martin or just Martin if you please. I am a monk... of the Benedictine order Monsieur. I hail from the Abbaye Saint-Ouen de Rouen. I am returning from Paris. i was studying at the University there."

Martin looked up taking a small piece of cheese and seemed to nibble on it with little interest.

"Monsieur, I am not on foot but have a donkey in the establishment's stable. Though slower than a horse, we should not slow you over much. I would be most grateful for your company for the roads are no longer as safe as they were Monsieur. Peasants who lost their farms and have turned bandit, wolves hungry and lean after a cold winter, and even mercenaries who have come north to serve The Prince of Conde yet have not found a master... nor gold to fill their pouches so they too turn to banditry."

He paused to sample the wine also and nodded his satisfaction.

"This talk of war saddens me Monsieur. I pray God will grant us peace for those others involved never will I am thinking."

This message was last edited by the player at 04:04, Wed 15 June 2016.

Gerard D'Amberville
 player, 18 posts
Wed 15 Jun 2016
at 20:13
And So It Begins....
 When the Brother started a prayer, Gerard bowed his head until it was completed.  He then ate more of the bread and cheese and sipped some wine, as he conversed with the Brother.

“Brother Martin, it shall be, then. I do not think your Donkey will be an issue on the road, as we are not travelling at the gallop.”

 Gerard looked to the Inn’s front door a moment, and frowned somewhat, wondering where his Lackey had gotten too. He resumed his conversation with the good Brother.

“Indeed, these are trying times for France. The roads are not as safe as they once were, but fear not good Friar, I shall see you come to no harm in our travels. I journey to Rouen; you are welcome to accompany me as far as that town, Brother.”

 The young Noble took more wine, and made no comment upon the Brother’s view of war. For it might very well be, that war would be the instrument of the D’Amberville family salvation.

This message had punctuation tweaked by the player at 21:16, Wed 15 June 2016.

Martin Le Maigre
 NPC, 4 posts
 Benedictine
 Monk
Thu 16 Jun 2016
at 00:05
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A broad smile spread upon the monk's thin lips. He nodded his thanks.

"Merci Monsieur! You have eased my mind. I too travel to Rouen. This his where my abbey lies. I have been away too long. It seems strange going back now. Some say mercenaries are gathering there. I do not know but there are many who follow the Reformed Church that call Rouen home as well."

At this he crossed himself once more and drank deeply from his cup.

"The Prince de Conde is gathering men oui, but most are Huguenots though he follows the Roman Church. One must have a care Monsieur. For the pain that was the War of Religion is still fresh upon the minds of many. It does not seem right that a Roman would raise arms against a Roman Queen and her young son, God save him!"

Whatever else Martin was about to say was temporarily lost when the innkeeper returned with eggs and a bowl of steaming porridge. This he placed in front of Gerard with a bow.

"Your meal to break your fast Monsieur! I can make more if your hunger wins out over this food."

The stout keeper stood aside but remained. As if to wait his leave from Gerard.

This message was last edited by the player at 00:08, Thu 16 June 2016.

Jean-Luc Le Chat
 NPC, 3 posts
 Lackey
 Groom
Thu 16 Jun 2016
at 00:05
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The Inn's door flew open and in strode Jean-Luc! He looked none too pleased. Upon spying Gerard he made his way over.

"Tis good I tended the horses Monsieur! The stable-boy knows nothing. I would not leave till I seen to them myself."

Innkeeper eyed Jean-Luc for a heartbeat before he merely shrugged "Andre is a good boy! I have a proper master but he is away in the fields. He will be back before sunset I assure you."

Jean-Luc scowled at the Tapster with such scorn that he looked away.

"Monsieur's horse can be traced back to the very horse that Herni the IV rode into Paris! OUI! This you would leave to a boy!? Non! If you let that boy touch my Master's horse I will whip him myself and then you fat man!"

Martin crossed himself and not for the first time...
Gerard D'Amberville
 player, 19 posts
Thu 16 Jun 2016
at 00:33
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 Gerard was enjoying his cup of wine, when the door to the Inn flew open, which caused him to spill some of the wine onto his fine linen shirt, due to being startled... The nobleman looked up, and saw the cause of his spillage, the frown that greeted Jean-Luc foretold of an unpleasant reception from his Master.

" Mon Dieu, Jean Luc! Your behavior is no better, then that of a Vandal. Your actions are a direct reflection upon me, for you are in my service. One does not fling open the door, like this was a barn. “

 Gerard was angry now; he stood to his feet, and pointed to the wine stain upon his shirt.

 “Look what you did, Jean-Luc. It is ruined, and it was given to me by my mother. I should get a faggot and thrash you but good. Well, what do you have to say for yourself?”

 Gerard crossed his arms and glared at his Lackey. It seemed the matter about the boy and the horses had not been heard by Gerard,or so it seemed.

This message was last edited by the player at 01:08, Thu 16 June 2016.

Jean-Luc Le Chat
 NPC, 4 posts
 Lackey
 Groom
Thu 16 Jun 2016
at 03:11
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Jean-Luc's anger seemed to flee before that of his Master's own! The flush in his face disappeared and was replaced by his usual pallor. He lowered his eyes, then his head, and finally dropped to his knees.

"Monsieur? I beg your forgiveness. I have acted in a most ungentlemanly way. For ruining a shirt given to you by the Madame is most villainous and I will find this fagot myself should you order it. I am from Pau, home to loyal if excitable men, not from this Vandeel which is most like south of here. Yet, I beg one favor... upon the love you have for me and your father had for mine. May I least sample this wine. To ease the sting of the beating I deserve. I am at your mercy Monsieur."

The innkeeper looked somewhat vindicated as he looked on.

"If it would please you Monsieur? I know of a stout piece of wood that I sometimes use to beat the boy myself. Should I fetch it?"

Jean-Luc said something under his breath, just out of earshot of Gerard, meant no doubt for the innkeeper.
Martin Le Maigre
 NPC, 5 posts
 Benedictine
 Monk
Thu 16 Jun 2016
at 03:12
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The monk rose from his seat and stared first to Jean-Luc and then Gerard.

"Monsieur!" he said to the lackey. Then to Gerard "Monsieur!"

He sighed bringing one thin hand to the simple cross hung about his neck.

"We must build our relationships upon love and forgiveness. We must remind ourselves of Christ's own example. May I offer the my services and the services of my abbey. I am sure the stain can be removed once we reach the Abbey of Saint-Ouen in Rouen."

The nodded to the Innkeeper "There should be no need for wood of any sort least you place it upon the fire to warm your porridge."

The innkeeper looked hopefully to Gerard "Monsieur? Shall I... or... no?"
Gerard D'Amberville
 player, 23 posts
Thu 16 Jun 2016
at 21:05
And So It Begins....
  It seemed that everyone had had an opinion upon the matters at hand. Gerard Almost lost his righteous indignation when Jean-Luc thought that a Vandal was a part of France, He had to cover his mouth to hide the smile from the others. But the anger that the young Noble felt, quickly fled by that fact and that the good Brother had decided to intervene.

 Gerard heard all concerned, looked from Jean-Luc, to the Innkeeper, then to Brother Martin. With a heavy sigh, Gerard seemed to come to a decision.

  “Monsieur’s, this situation, makes me recall the passage from the Book of Mark. “Give to Caesars what is Caesars, and to God what is Gods.” And in this situation, I am in the role of Caesar.  But out of respect for Brother Martin, Caesar is moved to show mercy. And the Mercy is what I give to God.”

 Geard walked up to Jean-Luc, and with his riding gloves, slapped his servant on each side of his face. With a nod of satisfaction, Gerard spoke to his servant.

“That is what you owed Caesar, for your boorish Behavior, Jean-Luc. Never let it happen again."

 The young Noble looked to the Innkeeper.

 “You deserve a sound thrashing, Monsieur, for attempting to have a Gentleman’s horse, tended too, by an untrained boy. My mount is a trained War Horse, and spirited. At best, the boy could have injured my mount, and at worst, my mount could have killed the lad. But again, Caesar shall show mercy. All three of our meals, and the care for the Horses…Oh, yes, we shall need provisions for the journey. All this is to be your penance, Monsieur. That tidy’s things up rather nicely.”

 With a nod, and a look of satisfaction, for what Gerard thought of, as decision worthy of Solomon, He returned to his seat to eat his meal.
Jean-Luc Le Chat
 NPC, 5 posts
 Lackey
 Groom
Fri 17 Jun 2016
at 03:44
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After Gerard's slaps him, Jean-Luc nodded and said loudly.

"Merci Monsieur!" and stood slowly.

His eyes darted toward the wine and seeing only two cups frowned.

"Monsieur? Did you not say that all THREE should be fed and our thirst be quenched? I tended the horses so this.. this man is out nothing due to labor of it and I even taught the boy something about caring for horses. Gave the lad two Sous to boot!"

Jean-Luc glanced the Innkeeper's way and his frowned deepened.

"You are blessed that my Master is so merciful and forbearing. The lords of Rouen would have had you flogged. If I were you I would not be standing there but gathering what he asked for. Food and wine for the trip. To show you I am no man from Vandeel... I'll even load it upon our horse for you."
Comte De Treville
 GM, 24 posts
 Lieutenant-Captain
 King's Musketeer
Fri 17 Jun 2016
at 03:45
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The Innkeeper, quite taken aback by Gerard's statements and his slapping of Jean-Luc looked on with perspiration dotting his forehead and eyes wide as saucers. After listening to Jean-Luc he began to stutter and breathe quite heavily.

"B... Bu... But Monsieur! I... I... I am a poor man. Not so great as you. Please find it in your heart to forgive me... and... and at least cover the cost of... of the supplies. Your meals and wine here I... well I will gladly give you as a means of my regret but sponsoring your trip. Monsieur... I know your are a wise man... wiser than Caesar Oui? Of course! And kind... and just."

This message was last edited by the GM at 03:46, Fri 17 June 2016.

Martin Le Maigre
 NPC, 6 posts
 Benedictine
 Monk
Fri 17 Jun 2016
at 03:45
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the good friar seemed to be pleased with Gerard's "justice". Yet when the innkeeper began to beg his forgiveness and bemoaned of his poverty, Martin turned to the nobleman.

"Perchance Monsieur D'Amberville will find pity for this poor man as God did with us. For in the Lord's Prayer it says to forgive others trespasses as He forgives ours. Go now good keeper and let Monsieur contemplate what God would have him do. Bless you."
Gerard D'Amberville
 player, 27 posts
Fri 17 Jun 2016
at 19:45
And So It Begins....
  The Innkeeper‘s protest was what Gerard would expect from one of the Bourgeoisie, and his pleas where annoying to the ears of the Nobleman. Brother Martin’s continued pleas for mercy for the rogue, was even beginning to vex Gerard. He took a spoon and shoved it into the porridge before him, and spoke without looking up.

  "I have been more than fair, considering the serious of your transgression to me and mine. I have made my decision, and it must stand. Now be about your affairs Innkeeper. You have to feed my Servant, and give him a cup of wine."

 Gerard then addressed Jean-Luc.

“You may eat in the kitchen, and have a cup of wine. Be sure to oversee the gathering of our provisions, for I trust the Innkeeper not. If he tries anything, thrash him soundly, Jean-Luc."

 The Noble then addressed the good Brother.

  "Brother Martin, my Horse is of the finest bloodlines, which can be traced back to before the Wars against the English. The Innkeeper needed to be taught a lesson, and perhaps he shall think twice before he tries such a thing again. And besides, even our Savior felt a lesson had to be taught, when he cleared the Temple of Money changers, and those that sold animals for sacrifice. The matter is settled. Now please eat."

 Gerard was in no mood to debate his decision with the Brother, so he concentrated on the food before him.

This message was last edited by the player at 22:19, Sat 18 June 2016.

Comte De Treville
 GM, 26 posts
 Lieutenant-Captain
 King's Musketeer
Sun 19 Jun 2016
at 02:18
And So It Begins....
The Innkeeper became crestfallen at the Noble's words. Jean-Luc, on the other hand was beaming!

"Come! We will visit your pantry and leave Monsieur D'Amberville and his holiness to eat and talk in peace. And about that wine... I shall indeed sample your vintage... " the lackey said as he ushered the Innkeeper back into his kitchen.

As Jean-Luc's voice became faint and distant both Gerard and Brother Martin sat down once again. The Brother was silent for some time as young nobleman ate in earnest. The flavor of the porridge combined with some grease from bacon Gerard thought was indeed pleasing to his palate. Martin watched his companion eat with gusto but he continued only to nibble his cheese and sip his wine.

The group of older men continued to speak among themselves. Now and then they would chance a look at Gerard and quickly look away. Their voices were low and none dared to meet the noblemen's eye.

This message was last edited by the GM at 02:51, Sun 19 June 2016.

Martin Le Maigre
 NPC, 8 posts
 Benedictine
 Monk
Sun 19 Jun 2016
at 02:18
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The monk at last spoke, his dark eyes serious in contemplation.

"You are quite right. Judgement is yours to render nor do I fault it or you for granting it. The boy or, God forbid, your horse may have come to harm ... this is also the truth. When I was in Paris I heard that one of the Queen Mother's advisers, one , Concino Concini, had made himself Marshal of France. I saw this man flog a lad for stumbling under his horse's feet while riding through the streets of Paris. The boy in question was no older than the stable-boy and was only playing at the time. The boy was dead, the large horse had crushed him for being so clumsy. Signore Concini had the dead boy brought before him and his own groom flogged him some score of lashes. When the Queen Mother saw this she asked 'Monsieur? Why would you do such a thing?' and he replied 'Because I may!'"

He paused to sip his wine.

"Later another of The Queen Mother's advisers came to the university where I was studying and I begged him to comment on the incident for which I mentioned because he too was present. The Bishop Luçon said to me "that if I had been in the Signore's place I would have not flogged the boy but compensated his parents in some fashion. It was no more the fault of the Signore than the boy but now this boy's parents will spread evil against him and because he is in service to the Queen then she will surfer as well. If she suffers then so will the King and France. Those of the reformed faith will use such things to preach against the Queen and our faith.' How do you feel on this subject Monsieur?"
Gerard D'Amberville
 player, 29 posts
Sun 19 Jun 2016
at 18:21
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 The nobleman continued to eat his meal, while he listened to the Brother tell his tales of Paris. Gerard had always wanted to see the great city and the heart of France. The food was acceptable, and his appetite hearty this day.When the Brother asked his opinion,Gerard spoke his mind.

“The story of the boy is most sad, Brother.  I would say that the whipping was not needed, for the boy was dead. Prayers should be offered up for the boy’s soul, and prayers offered for those that use power for powers sake. Power is like a sword, it can be used for good or evil. One does not brandish a sword just because he can, if it is drawn, it had best be for a good reason.”

 Gerard took some bread and cut more cheese to eat.

“But I have never been to Paris, and I was not witness to these events, so my opinion really should not count for much. All I can say about current matters in the Capitol is just this, Que Dieu sauve le roi. “

This message was last edited by the player at 18:28, Sun 19 June 2016.