Post by woodville on Feb 11, 2016 13:35:31 GMT
It had been four days since the ambush at Stoney Stratford and Anthony had finally reached his destination, it was dawn as he waited outside St David’s Cathedral. He had no intention of forcing himself into a house of God, but he was emboldened to wait when he spotted the same coat of arms as of that was on the ring, he was in the right place. A candle flickered through one of the windows on the ground floor, Anthony rasped his hand upon the cold moist glass, “Father?” It was a little while before one of the small doors that presumably led to Sacristy was opened, a man’s head edged its way round the frame of the door. Anthony’s sword met the man’s neck gently resting on his throat, “may I enter?”
It was the Bishop of the Cathedral, Thomas Langton that opened the door, and in the dark the Bishop couldn’t recognise Anthony with his hood drawn, “This is a house of God, you shan’t kill a Bishop of the Church!” The Bishop backed away his hand fidgeting behind him feeling his way into the room backwards, being sure to not bump into anything.
“God knows his own, you however I am not certain.” Anthony pulled a chair in front of him with his foot arched around a leg, “sit.” Thomas recognised the voice but he struggled to place it, “who took the young King?” now he knew.
“Lord Rivers.” Thomas felt himself ease, surely the holy Earl wouldn't slay a man of God.
Anthony placed the iron ring upon the table, “This was upon the hand of a man I slew. I recognised it as your diocese’s sigil, young Edward would take communion here occasionally.” Anthony rested his blade on the Bishops shoulder, “only a few knew of the route we took, how did the hedge knight come by your seal?”
“The lord has many riches that entices the weakness of sinners.” The blade touched his neck again. “I do not know!” Thomas raised his chin and hissed. “may god forgive you Anthony!” He closed his eyes keeping back tears.
“Where are you going?” Anthony asked, Thomas opened his eyes the blade was lowered to Anthony’s side, his head turned to the table with chests ajar brimming with silver, gold and fine silk.
“my work can take me to many places Rivers.”
“where in particular?”
“upon order of the regent I am to travel to France.”
“I haven’t heard anything of the Regent, Gloucester?”
“Aye!” Thomas nodded his head erratically.
“Brittany?”
“Aye!” again now shivering.
“I see.” The mystery to Anthony was starting to unravel.
“Rivers, I have no idea how my seal got into the hands of the knight.”
“well since you have no idea. I should leave, but im supposed to be dead , so as you can imagine Father Thomas I have to send you to God.”
“wait! Rivers you don’t have to.”
“confess your sins father.” Anthony pulled the bishop to his feet, he wasn’t going to kill the man on hallowed ground.
“I gave my word, I cannot break the sacrament or I shall burn in hell!” Thomas fell to the floor, “please Anthony!”
“Die a martyr Thomas, and you shall have salvation!” Anthony grimaced as he pulled him off the floor and threw him through the open door, into the church yard where the graves of the long dead littered the floor.
“Listen you fool! I cannot break the sacrament!” Thomas grabbed a tombstone to hold on to, his grip was too weak.
“How Is your apprehension to break an oath relevant?” Anthony was tired, he wasn’t a young man and he felt the burn in his lungs as he tried to lead the chubby Bishop again and again.
“Because I can allude, the rules around the sacrament of Confession is somewhat lacking, although one may not use the words said, there are still many clues that can lead to the same result!” Thomas was forced to his knees in front of the Cathedral, no one was outside in the street a dog barked, and a crow squawked. “Rivers! The boy will show up in the next few days, there is a plot, an evil one that even an Uncle will be tempted by Satan!” Thomas clenched his eyes and gritted his teeth waiting for the blow.
“Thank you, Thomas.” Anthony was sullen at the anecdote. “Tell me, honestly, why are you going to France?” he lowered his blade, sheathing it.
“To seek to assuage the tempers of the French and the new King, and to seek the Holy Father to bless the King.” Thomas got up from the floor.
“do you have a courier bird?”
“aye.”
“Then its settled, I shall accompany you across the channel, I have business with the French.”
“Wonderful.” Thomas swallowed a gulp.
OOC: To France!
It was the Bishop of the Cathedral, Thomas Langton that opened the door, and in the dark the Bishop couldn’t recognise Anthony with his hood drawn, “This is a house of God, you shan’t kill a Bishop of the Church!” The Bishop backed away his hand fidgeting behind him feeling his way into the room backwards, being sure to not bump into anything.
“God knows his own, you however I am not certain.” Anthony pulled a chair in front of him with his foot arched around a leg, “sit.” Thomas recognised the voice but he struggled to place it, “who took the young King?” now he knew.
“Lord Rivers.” Thomas felt himself ease, surely the holy Earl wouldn't slay a man of God.
Anthony placed the iron ring upon the table, “This was upon the hand of a man I slew. I recognised it as your diocese’s sigil, young Edward would take communion here occasionally.” Anthony rested his blade on the Bishops shoulder, “only a few knew of the route we took, how did the hedge knight come by your seal?”
“The lord has many riches that entices the weakness of sinners.” The blade touched his neck again. “I do not know!” Thomas raised his chin and hissed. “may god forgive you Anthony!” He closed his eyes keeping back tears.
“Where are you going?” Anthony asked, Thomas opened his eyes the blade was lowered to Anthony’s side, his head turned to the table with chests ajar brimming with silver, gold and fine silk.
“my work can take me to many places Rivers.”
“where in particular?”
“upon order of the regent I am to travel to France.”
“I haven’t heard anything of the Regent, Gloucester?”
“Aye!” Thomas nodded his head erratically.
“Brittany?”
“Aye!” again now shivering.
“I see.” The mystery to Anthony was starting to unravel.
“Rivers, I have no idea how my seal got into the hands of the knight.”
“well since you have no idea. I should leave, but im supposed to be dead , so as you can imagine Father Thomas I have to send you to God.”
“wait! Rivers you don’t have to.”
“confess your sins father.” Anthony pulled the bishop to his feet, he wasn’t going to kill the man on hallowed ground.
“I gave my word, I cannot break the sacrament or I shall burn in hell!” Thomas fell to the floor, “please Anthony!”
“Die a martyr Thomas, and you shall have salvation!” Anthony grimaced as he pulled him off the floor and threw him through the open door, into the church yard where the graves of the long dead littered the floor.
“Listen you fool! I cannot break the sacrament!” Thomas grabbed a tombstone to hold on to, his grip was too weak.
“How Is your apprehension to break an oath relevant?” Anthony was tired, he wasn’t a young man and he felt the burn in his lungs as he tried to lead the chubby Bishop again and again.
“Because I can allude, the rules around the sacrament of Confession is somewhat lacking, although one may not use the words said, there are still many clues that can lead to the same result!” Thomas was forced to his knees in front of the Cathedral, no one was outside in the street a dog barked, and a crow squawked. “Rivers! The boy will show up in the next few days, there is a plot, an evil one that even an Uncle will be tempted by Satan!” Thomas clenched his eyes and gritted his teeth waiting for the blow.
“Thank you, Thomas.” Anthony was sullen at the anecdote. “Tell me, honestly, why are you going to France?” he lowered his blade, sheathing it.
“To seek to assuage the tempers of the French and the new King, and to seek the Holy Father to bless the King.” Thomas got up from the floor.
“do you have a courier bird?”
“aye.”
“Then its settled, I shall accompany you across the channel, I have business with the French.”
“Wonderful.” Thomas swallowed a gulp.
OOC: To France!