Oxwhyte Castle (Almsfortress of Caitekurke)
" . . He then writes that your government is a lie and . . " Cardinal Gallagher offered with a squinting reticence.
Almskeeper Pherson was incredulous, "Where did he write this? Is it a proclamation from Tibur?"
"A proclamation on the world web network that your Almshouse saw fit to ban some years ago: Twatter." Gallager replied with some confidence setting in. He was expecting a call with support from Tibur any minute now to back what he was trying to put across here to this impossible tyrant.
"Ma'am, as your spiritual advisor in-state and beyond, a brother in in Christ, I . . " Gallagher pontificated.
"Ugh, no, Gallagher please." Pherson dismissed as if he had started making a stink in the room, "What are they actually willing to do to?".
Isolation was nothing new to Nieveland, but to fully leave the folds of Tiburan Catholicism was the impossible option Pherson's predecessors avoided. Her Uncle the Almskeeper MacPherson had compared it to a dance, State Socialism and Tiburan Catholicism, and advised in his diaries never to let the music stop.
"They will make you, me, all of us pariah and celebrate when you give in; and that is an option mind you and things can proceed along as if none of this happened." Gallagher advised.
Pherson sighed and nodded along, "In your phone call say the clergy students are cleared from conscription, we will not reverse on the athletic decree, and that the Almshouse will send a delegation to Quinnlevan to speak with the health students."
As Gallagher scurried out Pherson fumed and began thumbing through past Almskeeper's notes back to the midway point of MacKinnon's reign as the first Almskeeper, a section she honed in on was '1939: the Holy Church's response to unease in Ballyclaire'.
" . . He then writes that your government is a lie and . . " Cardinal Gallagher offered with a squinting reticence.
Almskeeper Pherson was incredulous, "Where did he write this? Is it a proclamation from Tibur?"
"A proclamation on the world web network that your Almshouse saw fit to ban some years ago: Twatter." Gallager replied with some confidence setting in. He was expecting a call with support from Tibur any minute now to back what he was trying to put across here to this impossible tyrant.
"Ma'am, as your spiritual advisor in-state and beyond, a brother in in Christ, I . . " Gallagher pontificated.
"Ugh, no, Gallagher please." Pherson dismissed as if he had started making a stink in the room, "What are they actually willing to do to?".
Isolation was nothing new to Nieveland, but to fully leave the folds of Tiburan Catholicism was the impossible option Pherson's predecessors avoided. Her Uncle the Almskeeper MacPherson had compared it to a dance, State Socialism and Tiburan Catholicism, and advised in his diaries never to let the music stop.
"They will make you, me, all of us pariah and celebrate when you give in; and that is an option mind you and things can proceed along as if none of this happened." Gallagher advised.
Pherson sighed and nodded along, "In your phone call say the clergy students are cleared from conscription, we will not reverse on the athletic decree, and that the Almshouse will send a delegation to Quinnlevan to speak with the health students."
As Gallagher scurried out Pherson fumed and began thumbing through past Almskeeper's notes back to the midway point of MacKinnon's reign as the first Almskeeper, a section she honed in on was '1939: the Holy Church's response to unease in Ballyclaire'.