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803 Anno Domine, Eve of Christ’s mass(Julian calander)
Charles had to admit to himself that he was having a good time. He had been nervous to go where his father bid him. He was to go to Brythain; to cross that godforsaken sea, to go into the dragon’s lair, to bow before the Drakeseat, and spend a whole year there. He knew personally just how willey that dragon could be, and had pleaded to stay. But his father and emperor said goeth, and goeth he did.
The beginning of his stay in Brythain had been spent in fear. He imagined hired knives behind the curtains, poised to strike him unawares. So he had his guards stand watch as he slept, within and without his chambers. He feared too the cunning of poisons, thus he ate and drank only that which his host partook of. But after months without even one attempt on his life, and the dragon being nothing less than a gracious host, he was forced to admit that his one time foe thought more highly of him than he did likewise. So this Christmas eve, he had taken on the expenses of the feast, as recompense for his ill behaviour. As usual, Leûn took it in stride, and directed him to his chamberlain, an englisc man by the name of Eadgar.
Haw-wine, honey-wine, and brown beers were brought from all over Brythain. Hogs and cows, geese and deer were to be butchered, and even fruits from Córdoba had found their way into the larder. Truly, it was a spread worthy of emperors. And that wasn't even accounting for the expense of the performers and decorations! All told, he felt he had spent enough to feed and garland an entire kingdom. Thinking back to the celebrations in Rome, after his father was made Augustus, he shuddered at what the bishop of Rome must have spent.
803 Anno Domine, Eve of Christ’s mass(Julian calander)
Charles had to admit to himself that he was having a good time. He had been nervous to go where his father bid him. He was to go to Brythain; to cross that godforsaken sea, to go into the dragon’s lair, to bow before the Drakeseat, and spend a whole year there. He knew personally just how willey that dragon could be, and had pleaded to stay. But his father and emperor said goeth, and goeth he did.
The beginning of his stay in Brythain had been spent in fear. He imagined hired knives behind the curtains, poised to strike him unawares. So he had his guards stand watch as he slept, within and without his chambers. He feared too the cunning of poisons, thus he ate and drank only that which his host partook of. But after months without even one attempt on his life, and the dragon being nothing less than a gracious host, he was forced to admit that his one time foe thought more highly of him than he did likewise. So this Christmas eve, he had taken on the expenses of the feast, as recompense for his ill behaviour. As usual, Leûn took it in stride, and directed him to his chamberlain, an englisc man by the name of Eadgar.
Haw-wine, honey-wine, and brown beers were brought from all over Brythain. Hogs and cows, geese and deer were to be butchered, and even fruits from Córdoba had found their way into the larder. Truly, it was a spread worthy of emperors. And that wasn't even accounting for the expense of the performers and decorations! All told, he felt he had spent enough to feed and garland an entire kingdom. Thinking back to the celebrations in Rome, after his father was made Augustus, he shuddered at what the bishop of Rome must have spent.
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