Post by Westmorland on Feb 11, 2016 14:26:43 GMT
"Ouch."
"Are you ok, Ralph?"
Ralph Neville sat on the floor under a stout doorpost, his eyes just out of focus. He ran his fingers through his moustaches, and frowned. Isabel, Lady Neville, bustled through into the chamber.
"Yes," Ralph replied, at length, "I think I shall go to church."
And so it came to be that Ralph Neville began to display a great love for matters Ecclesiastical.