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To the Venerable Abbot of Cluny,
I write this letter in an attempt to sort my thoughts, as the sun begins to rise on the day after the winter solstice, in the year of our Lord 1056. What happened yesterday here at Glastonbury Abbey goes beyond human comprehension. Perhaps I shall see this as our Lord’s way of testing my faith.
Last night, I found myself haunted by thoughts that kept me from falling asleep. Despite my prayers, I could not find rest. I went to the church, hoping that its sanctity might ease my inner troubles.
Upon entering, I noticed traces of blood along the nave and leading to the altar. The air carried the distinct, sweet scent of bridewort instead of the usual fragrance of incense. As I approached, I witnessed a scene of unsettling beauty. There was a woman seated upon the altar, nursing an infant. She looked ethereal with long brown hair that fell across her bare shoulders and chest. Her deep blue eyes seemed to sparkle with an unnatural violet light. Her beauty was such that I found myself questioning whether she was a mortal or celestial being, perhaps even the Blessed Virgin Mary herself.
The woman appeared to be in pain, therefore I drew closer. She handed me the child, then suddenly collapsed upon the altar. I rushed to awaken my brethren, the newborn still in my arms and crying relentlessly. By the time we returned to the church, the woman had vanished and the bloodstains had mysteriously disappeared. What happened remains uncertain, leaving me to wonder whether it was a vision or reality.
Like all the creatures that God places in this world, this infant is a precious gift. His origins are unknown, but he will stay in our care. We shall raise him within our sacred walls, guided by divine providence, as we attempt to comprehend the mystery of his arrival and the enigmatic entity who entrusted him to us.
In Christo et Maria pax vobiscum,
The Abbot of Glastonbury
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Glastonbury, All Souls’ Day, 1066.
To my friend, the Respected Abbot of Cluny,
I trust this letter finds you well. Even in these uncertain times, my commitment to our duties remains strong.
I write to update you on the child we named Gale, a name fitting for his jovial spirit. The boy, now almost ten years of age, displays a rare intelligence and a perceptive nature. His enthusiasm often leads him into mischief and his constant questioning of our faith challenges us. Nevertheless, we persist in teaching him the virtues of trust in God.
I must report to you that his vivid dreams seem to be out of the ordinary. Some brethren suggested that the boy’s origins may be otherworldly. I cannot deny that at times, I ponder this as well. Due to his dark hair and distinct Greek nose, some of the brethren have suggested his origins trace back to the Mediterranean. Yet, the truth remains unknown, and the events surrounding his arrival are still a mystery.
I should also note that, since Gale's arrival, the abbey has been a stage for unusual occurrences. Strange currents of wind often sweep through the corridors, closing and opening doors and windows unexpectedly. Last week, a mysterious fire ignited spontaneously in the garden. Some of our brethren believe the accidents are caused by the child himself. Others fear they might originate from ancient pagan spirits that once inhabited these lands. What a blasphemous thought!
On his part, young Gale swears to have nothing to do with these incidents. Yet, he seems to be somewhat amused by them. As for me, I cannot help but wonder if they might be a bad omen.
We shall remain vigilant, seeking divine guidance in these odd times.
In pace Christi,
the Abbot of Glastonbury
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Glastonbury, the day of the Feast of Saint Benedict, 1076.
To my trusted confidant and Brother in Faith, the Abbot of Cluny,
As we both reach our fifty-second year, I find myself reflecting on the wisdom and gratitude that come with our years of holy service.
I am pleased to share that our abbey has been honoured by a request from Baron Philip, Lord of Cadbury. His son, Astarion, known for his challenging demeanour, requires guidance in the ways of Christ.
I have assigned this important task to Brother Gale. He has demonstrated exceptional dedication in these past years, especially in managing certain impulses that may be linked to his enigmatic origins. Despite the challenges our Lord set for him, Gale has become a model monk since taking his vows four years ago. His close age to Astarion and his journey from adversity make him perfectly suited to mentor the young lord.
I trust Gale will guide Lord Astarion towards virtue, strengthening our order’s role in the region.
In gratia Christi,
the Abbot of Glastonbury
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Dear Hugh,
I write to you with a plea for your assistance.
Recent events have cast a shadow over our Abbey and Brother Gale, who stands before you, is now in great peril. An unfortunate misunderstanding with the Baron has placed him in a dangerous situation and I fear for his safety.
Despite his recent troubles, Gale remains a virtuous man. I beg you to offer him refuge at your abbey under an alias, granting him your protection and guidance. Shall you give him this opportunity, I’m sure he will have the chance to redeem himself.
I appeal to your kindness and precious support.
Your friend and Abbot of Glastonbury,
Elminster.