Sir Knight, do you yield?
Nay! I yield not to your godless vanity. I fight to on to salvation!
I seek to spare yee knave!
Nay, you seek to spare my body to serve your vanity with my living defeat.
Fool and brave knight I spare you in spite of yourself. The Lady desires thy soul in spite of my shadow over thee. True I would by my own hand also steal that which I have already won yet in truth it is I that am defeated here. Look! Even now the Lady begs I spare thee!
Wretched coward! You disgrace the victory God has given thee by judging in his
stead. Ye dare cast shadow upon God to better thine own name? A mountain of nobels could not match the vanity of thine heart!
Yes! I am vain as all men are. And I would steal even that which is holy! Yet in my godless vanity would admit wrong amidst victory come to me at great risk. Thou art a fearsome adversary and in no way do I stand over thee in confidence.
Thou art a braggart not worthy the color adorning thy personage. Slay on knave lest I rise and smite thee!
I would to God spare thee a mortal wound even though God himself hath shown me to smite thee. My ungodliness is thy salvation. Please knight! Rise with honor even as I humble myself to thine courage.
You dare mock god and honor. Tis thyself ye seek to spare of cowardice. Ye shall have your prize and her spite. Though defeated I die in honor. Tis I that offer thee salvation in forcing thy hand to god's will. But I say in honesty I wish not her spite upon thee for her own sake.
Good and honorable knight, fellow warrior, surely we are akin in spirit and you will grant me favor in my desire to spare thee and not condemn me before god. Can we not depart in life?
Would you have me a wailing wench to cater to thine weakness? Even as I lie in defeat, lost to my greatest desire of the lady I cling to that which is holy even as thou casts to swine. Tis God that condemns thee and not I. Must I slay myself?
I may yet finish thee but for my ungodliness. Must honor demand blood from all sides to be satisfied? Cannot life on occasion triumph over blood? I beg thee knight, spare me this honor and tis I shall be inspired to honor by thee! Surely thy loved ones will thank thee. Can you not see? Tis the Lady that begs thee, not I!
Good and godless knight, you are the devil come to tempt me from my rightful place. I beg thee knight. Honor me lest I live in shame.
Yes knight. I will honor thee, and in so doing carry regret all my days. For in thine death I kill that which once I loved and mine prize now a bitter taste in my throat. As I am godless in thine eyes, I ask thee and not god's forgiveness.
Sir knight, god shall redeem thy spirit.
Sunday, February 11, 2007
The Battle
The neck guard of his armor cut into his wound as he rolled over to face the sky. Moans and cries of pain mingled with the smell of burning flesh surrounded him as he slowly rose to a familiar sight. Unusual though! Where were the victors? Why were are not here picking over the battlefield, the women attending the wounded.
As he stood, his head throbbing, he felt sword still in hand and instinctively hacked the head of an Arab groping on all fours. The blood spewed out upon his foot guard as he kicked the severed neck. A thought of god's wrath upon infidels had accompanied every slash and thrust of his sword arm since his arrival.
Surely God had won the day he thought, as he stumbled over dead and dying bodies towards a structure hacking as he progressed. He was to weak to thrust and he felt justified in leaving them to die with new wounds accompanying the old. He saw no other knights as he fell against the wall of the structure and slid to the ground weak with blood saturating his chain mail and sticking to his chest.
He had noticed his helmet lying in the sand and a creased cut into the neck guard from the deadly curvature of the Arabian sword, which is only feared against an unguarded attack from behind. An impracticable weapon against any Knight or those that would stand and fight yet fearsome to the common man. He thought of the humors about why the Arabians had never developed a fighting sword. The saying was that although they fought often among themselves they typically intimidate one side or the other to flee in panic as the other side rides fourth to slash them from behind. Hence they do not fight but rather are deadly slashers. To him they were horse shit riding the horse.
His thoughts were disrupted as he noticed another knight stumbling whlist slowly making his way towards him, hacking as he went. Several sword creases could be seen upon his breast plate. His awkward sword was explained as he noticed the knights right hand had been severed. His sloppy butchery was befitting the wailing pigs. The blood that flew into the air pleased him as he welcomed the sight of a fellow soldier of God.
As the knight approached he called out, 'Sir Knight, how are ye wounded?
'My helmet gave way to a slight yet bloody neck wound! And ye Knight?'
He held up his stump 'I swear with my remaining hand to give twice the vengeance upon this filth!'
'Well said Sir Knight, where has the battle gone?'
'I know not!'
'Come, you must put fire to thy wound.'
'Have already done so and my suffering was a sweet smell to God whereas the
stench of this filth would shut heaven!'
'Come, rest until the victors return.'
The Knight falls against the wall next to him. 'I pray my lost hand has
found the throat of an heretic in hell.'
As he stood, his head throbbing, he felt sword still in hand and instinctively hacked the head of an Arab groping on all fours. The blood spewed out upon his foot guard as he kicked the severed neck. A thought of god's wrath upon infidels had accompanied every slash and thrust of his sword arm since his arrival.
Surely God had won the day he thought, as he stumbled over dead and dying bodies towards a structure hacking as he progressed. He was to weak to thrust and he felt justified in leaving them to die with new wounds accompanying the old. He saw no other knights as he fell against the wall of the structure and slid to the ground weak with blood saturating his chain mail and sticking to his chest.
He had noticed his helmet lying in the sand and a creased cut into the neck guard from the deadly curvature of the Arabian sword, which is only feared against an unguarded attack from behind. An impracticable weapon against any Knight or those that would stand and fight yet fearsome to the common man. He thought of the humors about why the Arabians had never developed a fighting sword. The saying was that although they fought often among themselves they typically intimidate one side or the other to flee in panic as the other side rides fourth to slash them from behind. Hence they do not fight but rather are deadly slashers. To him they were horse shit riding the horse.
His thoughts were disrupted as he noticed another knight stumbling whlist slowly making his way towards him, hacking as he went. Several sword creases could be seen upon his breast plate. His awkward sword was explained as he noticed the knights right hand had been severed. His sloppy butchery was befitting the wailing pigs. The blood that flew into the air pleased him as he welcomed the sight of a fellow soldier of God.
As the knight approached he called out, 'Sir Knight, how are ye wounded?
'My helmet gave way to a slight yet bloody neck wound! And ye Knight?'
He held up his stump 'I swear with my remaining hand to give twice the vengeance upon this filth!'
'Well said Sir Knight, where has the battle gone?'
'I know not!'
'Come, you must put fire to thy wound.'
'Have already done so and my suffering was a sweet smell to God whereas the
stench of this filth would shut heaven!'
'Come, rest until the victors return.'
The Knight falls against the wall next to him. 'I pray my lost hand has
found the throat of an heretic in hell.'
Whoopee! Civilization!
As no one challenges us I claim this land in the name of Ferdinand and Isabella, and as the men are submissive and the women seem willing, I make this New Spain. Now where's the gold? Father perhaps you should baptize them quickly and make known to them the vows of poverty and the blessings thereof.
Of course Admiral Viceroy, however might I suggest the name of a saint for this settlement. It would glorify all endeavors in this land. these poor wretched souls may appear peaceful and benevolent yet the temptation of these innocent looking whores proves their rouse. We must therefore bless the living hell out of them. Salvation will be painful yet I believe they can be saved and ourselves gloried in the process.
The very reason you are here father. By all means begin...HEY YOU! WHERE'S THE DAMN GOLD? Father, perhaps we could begin with blessing that one there with the golden nose ring. His salvation will be an inspiration to the others.
Of course Admiral Viceroy, however might I suggest the name of a saint for this settlement. It would glorify all endeavors in this land. these poor wretched souls may appear peaceful and benevolent yet the temptation of these innocent looking whores proves their rouse. We must therefore bless the living hell out of them. Salvation will be painful yet I believe they can be saved and ourselves gloried in the process.
The very reason you are here father. By all means begin...HEY YOU! WHERE'S THE DAMN GOLD? Father, perhaps we could begin with blessing that one there with the golden nose ring. His salvation will be an inspiration to the others.
the Man in the Road
(A merchant and his party are being blocked access of a road leading to a town and business)
Merchant Good sir! Kindly withdraw and let us pass.
Man in the Road I will not withdraw and neither shall ye pass!
Merchant If ye be bandit I must warn thee that the sheriff is paused in the road just behind us.
Man in the Road I am not bandit and neither do I fear the sheriff.
Merchant If ye be Lord or deputy upon King's errand, or if ye be in need of help we have men here!
Man in the Road I am in no need of help nor authority to stand my ground!
Merchant What is the calamity that causes the King's subject to come fourth and barricade the town's gate?
Man in the Road I have no cause that would seem right in thine eyes and their is no calamity save this road!
Merchant Good Sir! We have license to freely travel the King's highway! What device causes your obstinace?
Man in the Road My obstinance is my strength. Your strength lies paused in the road behind you.
Merchant For the last time! By what means do you obstruct our business and will you withdraw!
Man in the Road My very person obstructs your business! I will not withdraw and should ye advance I will smite thee!
Merchant Then ye are a lawless heathen and as you can plainly see the Sheriff now approaches. It is he that shall smite thee. The Law shall remove thee!
(The Sheriff arrives and positions himself and deputy between the merchant and the man in the road)
Sheriff (to merchant) Good Sir! You must withdraw to other business!
Merchant Sir! You jest and we have lost our humor over this long and difficult highway
Sheriff Sir if you do not withdraw I shall charge my deputy to make your arrest!
Merchant Are you not bound to enforce the King's will and uphold the law?
Sheriff That is my charge and mine own will!
Merchant Then surely heretics have vandalized the road sign and we in innocence have strayed upon a lawless land! Is this not the King's highway? Is that not the King's loyal township?
Sheriff They are indeed. And the King's sheriff has ordered thee. DO NOT PROVOKE HIM!
Merchant Calamity has now befallen us. Please! What is the cause of our suffering?
Sheriff Peace within my jurisdiction are the priority of my office. The King has ordered me license to use what means I deem expedient to that end. NOW! For the last time the King orders you to find business elsewhere!
Merchant And as we are the King's loyal subjects we shall obey.
Merchant Good sir! Kindly withdraw and let us pass.
Man in the Road I will not withdraw and neither shall ye pass!
Merchant If ye be bandit I must warn thee that the sheriff is paused in the road just behind us.
Man in the Road I am not bandit and neither do I fear the sheriff.
Merchant If ye be Lord or deputy upon King's errand, or if ye be in need of help we have men here!
Man in the Road I am in no need of help nor authority to stand my ground!
Merchant What is the calamity that causes the King's subject to come fourth and barricade the town's gate?
Man in the Road I have no cause that would seem right in thine eyes and their is no calamity save this road!
Merchant Good Sir! We have license to freely travel the King's highway! What device causes your obstinace?
Man in the Road My obstinance is my strength. Your strength lies paused in the road behind you.
Merchant For the last time! By what means do you obstruct our business and will you withdraw!
Man in the Road My very person obstructs your business! I will not withdraw and should ye advance I will smite thee!
Merchant Then ye are a lawless heathen and as you can plainly see the Sheriff now approaches. It is he that shall smite thee. The Law shall remove thee!
(The Sheriff arrives and positions himself and deputy between the merchant and the man in the road)
Sheriff (to merchant) Good Sir! You must withdraw to other business!
Merchant Sir! You jest and we have lost our humor over this long and difficult highway
Sheriff Sir if you do not withdraw I shall charge my deputy to make your arrest!
Merchant Are you not bound to enforce the King's will and uphold the law?
Sheriff That is my charge and mine own will!
Merchant Then surely heretics have vandalized the road sign and we in innocence have strayed upon a lawless land! Is this not the King's highway? Is that not the King's loyal township?
Sheriff They are indeed. And the King's sheriff has ordered thee. DO NOT PROVOKE HIM!
Merchant Calamity has now befallen us. Please! What is the cause of our suffering?
Sheriff Peace within my jurisdiction are the priority of my office. The King has ordered me license to use what means I deem expedient to that end. NOW! For the last time the King orders you to find business elsewhere!
Merchant And as we are the King's loyal subjects we shall obey.
the Pope on Beauty
Praise be to God Michael! The work of thy hands doth reveal the very beauty and
compassion of our blessed virgin! How is such glory manifest of simple stone save divine inspiration?
Your Eminence! The glory is God's alone. I have but freed the beauty locked within.
Your humility is befitting your gift dear Michael, and do you suppose Raphael might have freed such beauty?
Your grace, their were infinite beauty within.
And where are they now?
Your Grace! But one could be freed.
You have destroyed infinite beauty for the vanity of the one?
Your Eminence!
Better to have preserved the whole with it's infinite beauty within. Such a divine waste. None the less we must preserve what remains, and it is suited to the limited imaginations of the commoners. Therefore, for their sake continue. And pray which beauty is to be saved.
Thank you your Grace.
compassion of our blessed virgin! How is such glory manifest of simple stone save divine inspiration?
Your Eminence! The glory is God's alone. I have but freed the beauty locked within.
Your humility is befitting your gift dear Michael, and do you suppose Raphael might have freed such beauty?
Your grace, their were infinite beauty within.
And where are they now?
Your Grace! But one could be freed.
You have destroyed infinite beauty for the vanity of the one?
Your Eminence!
Better to have preserved the whole with it's infinite beauty within. Such a divine waste. None the less we must preserve what remains, and it is suited to the limited imaginations of the commoners. Therefore, for their sake continue. And pray which beauty is to be saved.
Thank you your Grace.
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