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THis is the first CK aar I have read and it is great! Guillame is a sneaky character.
Prussian_King: I am glad you are liking it so far and I hope you stick around. I also hope that you read more CK AARs in the future.
Alright no update tonight. School starts tomarrow for me and I won't have as much time to write. Heirs will continue on, though, granted at a slower pace. I would have had more updates out before now, but I have been reading frogbeastegg's Machievellian Adventures of Princess Eleanor and frogbeastegg has me hooked. I still have more than half of it to read to catch up with the story. Some of the best writting I have seen on this entire forum.
Now I have to get to bed a reasonable hour, and finish up that pesky summer reading.
Alright no update tonight. School starts tomarrow for me and I won't have as much time to write. Heirs will continue on, though, granted at a slower pace. I would have had more updates out before now, but I have been reading frogbeastegg's Machievellian Adventures of Princess Eleanor and frogbeastegg has me hooked. I still have more than half of it to read to catch up with the story. Some of the best writting I have seen on this entire forum.
Now I have to get to bed a reasonable hour, and finish up that pesky summer reading.
Specialist290: Odd.
Prussian_King: I envy you.
I don't have the next update yet. I have the general idea of what I want, I just have'nt typed it up yet: All that pescky Latin homework takes too long.
Prussian_King: I envy you.
I don't have the next update yet. I have the general idea of what I want, I just have'nt typed it up yet: All that pescky Latin homework takes too long.
Chapter 34: Gaston's Guilt
“Nothing is more wretched than the mind of a man conscious of guilt.”
Titus Maccius Plautus
Toulouse, April 13, 1079
Although Pierre was with him, Gaston de Toulouse felt uterly alone down in the crypt of Saint-Sernin. Pierre tried tried to comfort the boy, “It is not your fault.”
“Yes it is!” Gaston found it hard to keep a check on his emotions.
Pierre stayed calm, “Relax, Gaston. There is not much that you could have done. It is not your fault.”
Gaston’s eyes began to tear up, “Yes it is!” Many different thoughts raced through his mind. I could have done something. I could have helped Barnard. I was with him at the river. I was there!
“It will be alright, Gaston. You will see.” Was Pierre’s reply. Pierre was not saying as much as he did about death as he had after Lady Oda had died.
Gaston had sneeked into Toulouse to see the execution, and very quickly he had regretted it. Pierre had a far off look, as if he was deep in thought. Aunt Hilde had shot frustrated glances at Uncle Hugues, as if she wanted him to do something, while Hugues simply stared. Father Lois seemed reluctant and hesitant. Gaston had even thought that he had seen his father weep.
Pierre’s voice interupped Gaston’s thoughts, “You remember what I told you several months ago?”
“Yes, sir.” Gaston said.
“I can’t say it enough, Gaston,” Pierre continued, “You will deal with things like this all of your life.” After a breif pause, he said, “You might want to talk to father Lois about this also.”
“I will.”
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I have been waiting awhile for time to type this. I hope its alright.
“Nothing is more wretched than the mind of a man conscious of guilt.”
Titus Maccius Plautus
Toulouse, April 13, 1079
Although Pierre was with him, Gaston de Toulouse felt uterly alone down in the crypt of Saint-Sernin. Pierre tried tried to comfort the boy, “It is not your fault.”
“Yes it is!” Gaston found it hard to keep a check on his emotions.
Pierre stayed calm, “Relax, Gaston. There is not much that you could have done. It is not your fault.”
Gaston’s eyes began to tear up, “Yes it is!” Many different thoughts raced through his mind. I could have done something. I could have helped Barnard. I was with him at the river. I was there!
“It will be alright, Gaston. You will see.” Was Pierre’s reply. Pierre was not saying as much as he did about death as he had after Lady Oda had died.
Gaston had sneeked into Toulouse to see the execution, and very quickly he had regretted it. Pierre had a far off look, as if he was deep in thought. Aunt Hilde had shot frustrated glances at Uncle Hugues, as if she wanted him to do something, while Hugues simply stared. Father Lois seemed reluctant and hesitant. Gaston had even thought that he had seen his father weep.
Pierre’s voice interupped Gaston’s thoughts, “You remember what I told you several months ago?”
“Yes, sir.” Gaston said.
“I can’t say it enough, Gaston,” Pierre continued, “You will deal with things like this all of your life.” After a breif pause, he said, “You might want to talk to father Lois about this also.”
“I will.”
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I have been waiting awhile for time to type this. I hope its alright.
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Time for Gaston to grow up, I think. The world he lives in is a cruel one, after all.
Specialist290: Yes, the picture is the crypt of Saint-Sernin, conveiniently.
stnylan: The poor kid will have to grow up eventually, and, seeing how all of the court intriuge is, it may be sooner rather than later.
stnylan: The poor kid will have to grow up eventually, and, seeing how all of the court intriuge is, it may be sooner rather than later.
Veldmaarschalk: Being soft could be bad, but would we realy want a a cold, evil, or bloodthirsty future duke?
We'll see how it goes.
Bah! I may have to skip a year.
We'll see how it goes.
Bah! I may have to skip a year.
Chapter 35: The Sleeping Lion
"Only the dead have seen the end of the war."
Plato
Dublin, August 29, 1081
Raymond de Toulouse could not believe his luck these days. He tried to focus at the wall in front of him, but his vision continued to remain blury. Damn the Normans! Damn them!
Raymond almost imeadiately joined the Crusade as soon as he had heard of it. He was as mad as a bull when he saw that very few Germans and his own countrymen had joined yet. He had never expected he would have ended up here, helpless in this foreign land.
This had all started after Clermont. The King of Leinster was one of the first men of noble status join the cause. Egypt sent its forces to crush the king and received aid from Moorish mercenaries. The muslim forces toppled the king from power, and several other Hebernian kingdoms followed in that fate: Dublin, Meath, and several smaller realms.
It was at this point that the English Normans joined the conflict, and they sent an army, which Raymond joined up with. There were initial sucsesses in their campaign, but they had lost this recent battle. And now I am nearly blind as a resault.
But the Normans were now gone. Raymond had been left behind in the chaos. Any mode of escape for him was on a ship for the Isle of Man.
Perhaps, he thought to himself, all will start to see that now is the time for action.
The door opened, and all of Raymond’s thoughts were silenced. From what he could gather, two, maybe three, people had walked in.
“It is a total victory.” Said one voice, in Arabic. Raymond could not recognize anything the man was saying.
“Yes,” a second voice answered, “They have been driven away.”
“We have won,” The first man said, “Their army was shatered.”
The second man said, “We have won here, but it is not over yet. I fear we have woken a sleeping lion. We can no longer be ignored.”
The first man caught sight of Raymond, who was sitting in a corner as quiet as a mouse, “We are not alone, an infidel by his look.”
Raymond heard as sword being drawn and footsteps moving towards him. A tingle went up his spine. Raymond heard the first man’s voice, “He seems to be wounded, and noble by his look. Sheath your sword, and keep watch on him; care for him. He may be a person of worth.”
“Yes, Hammud.”
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So, all of the usual CK craziness is happening.
I hope Yamamoto does not get too mad for me kind of borrowing the idea of his most famous words.
"Only the dead have seen the end of the war."
Plato
Dublin, August 29, 1081
Raymond de Toulouse could not believe his luck these days. He tried to focus at the wall in front of him, but his vision continued to remain blury. Damn the Normans! Damn them!
Raymond almost imeadiately joined the Crusade as soon as he had heard of it. He was as mad as a bull when he saw that very few Germans and his own countrymen had joined yet. He had never expected he would have ended up here, helpless in this foreign land.
This had all started after Clermont. The King of Leinster was one of the first men of noble status join the cause. Egypt sent its forces to crush the king and received aid from Moorish mercenaries. The muslim forces toppled the king from power, and several other Hebernian kingdoms followed in that fate: Dublin, Meath, and several smaller realms.
It was at this point that the English Normans joined the conflict, and they sent an army, which Raymond joined up with. There were initial sucsesses in their campaign, but they had lost this recent battle. And now I am nearly blind as a resault.
But the Normans were now gone. Raymond had been left behind in the chaos. Any mode of escape for him was on a ship for the Isle of Man.
Perhaps, he thought to himself, all will start to see that now is the time for action.
The door opened, and all of Raymond’s thoughts were silenced. From what he could gather, two, maybe three, people had walked in.
“It is a total victory.” Said one voice, in Arabic. Raymond could not recognize anything the man was saying.
“Yes,” a second voice answered, “They have been driven away.”
“We have won,” The first man said, “Their army was shatered.”
The second man said, “We have won here, but it is not over yet. I fear we have woken a sleeping lion. We can no longer be ignored.”
The first man caught sight of Raymond, who was sitting in a corner as quiet as a mouse, “We are not alone, an infidel by his look.”
Raymond heard as sword being drawn and footsteps moving towards him. A tingle went up his spine. Raymond heard the first man’s voice, “He seems to be wounded, and noble by his look. Sheath your sword, and keep watch on him; care for him. He may be a person of worth.”
“Yes, Hammud.”
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So, all of the usual CK craziness is happening.
I hope Yamamoto does not get too mad for me kind of borrowing the idea of his most famous words.
