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…The weather is being unkind again.
There are other reasons this time, however, for our sense of anticipation for the first of the Glastonbury talks being perhaps less enthusiastic than it might be. The intrusion of Christmas left little enough time for promotion of the event and then a last minute revision in the form of the talk has added further uncertainty. Morgana appears to have gone missing and Ben too seems to be less than his usual communicatory self. Doubtless he will currently be stranded in Motorway Hell somewhere in the middle of the country. Still, we are back at ‘The George’, which is no bad thing, and have just tucked in to an incredibly easy to demolish dish of braised-pork with apple and cream sauce. The Preceptor from the Templar arras eyes me in a somewhat accusatory fashion and I take to wondering which texts he would have used to bolster the faith of the ‘faithful’ during their long crusades…
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…I see you.
I called, and you have come.
The time is now.
I know you fear what you will find and the veils you will part.
I see it in your eyes… in your footsteps… in the tilt of your head.
Wind in hair the colour of faded bracken, beside you he who sees the world with the eyes of the heart, while you see with eyes aflame.
I know your name… though you do not.
Not yet.
Not yet, little sister.
Names matter…
*
…Wen is keen to go to Winchester.
Not because it is renowned, historically, as one of the holiest places of Old Albion, oh no.
Not because it used to be our capital city and still houses a rather splendid looking Cathedral built to the same geometric proportions as the now ruined Abbey in Glastonbury, nope, not for that reason either.
So what then?
Wen wants to go to Winchester because it has got her name in it.
She now refers to it as Wen-Chester!
It is, though, partly my own fault.
I did encourage her with the ‘Wen-Co-Bank’ thing… but only as a joke!
How was I to know she would take it seriously?
How was I to know that Old Albion would be choc-a-block with ‘Wen’ words?
Teeming with them… festooned even…positively seething… a bit like I am now but in a different sense…
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Doomsday: The Aetheling Thing
