Praise be to Om!
Abbot Babbot was in a much happier frame of mind as he penned the glorious days events in his journal...
We were keeping vigil over Brother Cadfael - or rather Om's mouthpiece the Prophet Pooh as he must be known as henceforth - supplicant in our prayers to the Great God for the spirit of our dearest brother that he should rest easy in Paradise. After a time, we all became aware of a fragrant breeze pervading the hospice chamber wherein Cadfael had been laid out for burial. It was a breath of wind that seemed borne to us here in this moutainous pagan land of Lancre, from the very deserts of Omnia.
Ah! To those of us born to the desert tribes, this holy wind was redolent with the memory of caravanserai and the return of the dragomen from their labours in the deep sands; their robes impregnated with the aroma of campfires, couscous and all-pervasive odour of camels who were verily longing for a good dump, anticipating the blessed ease once their swollen bellies were relieved by the waters of the oasis. Such magnificent portents!
And lo! Yet another sign came to us as we watched the mortal remains of Cadfael in amazement. A sublime voice rang in our minds, though no voice was spoken in the chamber, as our brother's chest once more began to rise and fall, struggling at first, then easing into the slower rhythms of restored life!!!!!!
And all the while the voice of Om spake strong and glad in our hearts....
Blimey Bibulous! Good job! Can I have a go at that Io? Ohhhh! Go on, please! Well let me do the next one then!
Ooops! They can hear me too, can they? Right then you lot! This is a miracle OK and you're bloody lucky I was able to arrange this for you as well! Now... you just jolly well go forth and be nice to these people in Lancre and stop messing about with trying to convert them to My ways. They've got their own ways and their own prophets of sorts and they don't need any more.... Do you realise how awkward it's making things for me up here with all this blathering.
yes, yes I'm getting to that, but it's not often I get to spake to my followers these days is it?! Anyway it's a question of style and veritas!"
Now then you lot! Brother Cadfael here is jolly lucky to be getting this second crack of the whip, so just make sure you look after him this time - in fact I feel another Prophet's Coming! Yes, I really do! And... and... his name shall stand great amongst the followers of My Way, yes it really shall! And Ye shalt call him... what's a good name for a prophet bloke? Oh Yea! I like that!
- Ye shalt call him Pooh the Prattler and he shalt stand tall amongst the Mighty of this Dysk in Life and in Memory. Go forth my Prophet and preach My ways unto My People - that's the ones in Omnia NOT Lancre got it! Good!!!!!
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Elsewhere in Cori Celesti Anoia had popped back for a bit of a sulk.
I wish you'd come back instead Bibulous! Gimme a large glass of red will you? I'm feeling right mardy?
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Meanwhile back with the monks, the abbot was adding a rather sad little footnote of the events overnight in Lance....
This was such a day! However, early this morning we received some very sad news. Lily 'Lady V' Weatherwax was found dead just before dawn. It appears that she fell through the glass casement of her bedroom and the hand mirror she was holding shattered in the fall and cut her throat. I am told the injuries she was dealt were very similar to Brother Dominix. A strange business indeed!
DING DONG! - ONE WITCH IS DEAD!
Suspicion and anxiety now falls particularly upon
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