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(RIP) Alys D'gris

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Wedding Preparations
« on: 07 February, 2017, 07:44:55 PM »
Alys sat at her desk as she studied the list of things to get done for her wedding. The initial nerves over the wedding had faded as had her concerns that she would not be a fit Comtessa for Barcelona. Her program for helping new residents get . started seemed to be a success. Now she could take the time and focus on herself and the upcoming nuptials.

100 Flowers- Done and in the Courthouse
20 mulberry cakes- Done and in the Courthouse
20 Wine Bottles- Iohannes Has
10 Beer Steins- Iohannes Has
5 Brandy-Iohannes Has
5 Mead- Iohannes Has
1 Golden Basin (condition at least 25%)- On Order, should be here soon!

Her dress was ordered and should be ready soon. Iohannes gift was on its way to her as well.

The church would be decorated soon, the feast was planned for. All she needed to do now was to wait, which for her was truly the hardest part!
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Re: Wedding Preparations
« Reply #1 on: 09 February, 2017, 01:57:15 PM »
The young Urraca, the lady-in-waiting of the future Countess, had suspended its work in the fields.
Alys had to arrange her marriage with Count Ioans and she had to be close to his lady.
Urraca enters the room and sees Alys busy to writing a list of items needed to marriage.
The young girl  takes the word and asks:

"My Lady, I just got here. How beautiful you are this morning! Can I help you? What can I do for you?"

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Re: Wedding Preparations
« Reply #2 on: 12 February, 2017, 04:18:32 AM »
Everything seemed set. I went down to the larders to peruse these alcohols that mine guests wish to consume. The steward makes a point of always double-checking the goods before we move them anywhere. Indeed, I do admire those that know algebra, and can easily transmute the content of a barrel into a number. Thus, I read to the rational; 20 Wine Bottles, check; 10 Beer Steins, check; 5 Mead, check. 5 Brandy? ---- "Four here, m'lord", said he, raising an eyebrow.

I did not even desire to debate with the man as to where he might have displaced the bottle, but merely attributed the matter to rats. Shaking my head, I bade good day to the master rational, and sent out servants to look for brandy throughout the city. They did return empty-handed.
I then sent for the captains of my ships. Whoever would respond the fastest would have a gold nugget, if he sail with me to Valencia and back within the day. Of course, most of the fleet was either astrand for repair, or away. The Eulalia has gone to Constantinople to sail with the Emperor. the captain of El Draco' had probably consumed all the alcohol in the city. The choices left were Sta Agata and the Ramiro. I chose the Ramiro, for that ship is an old vessel, bent by the wind to assume the most perfect shape. Upon such ship sailed Peire III when he went for to take the throne of Sicily.

What is a wedding without a quest?


« Last Edit: 12 February, 2017, 04:22:55 AM by Ioans De Tata »
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« Reply #3 on: 13 February, 2017, 01:24:13 AM »
I was always glad to see my Valencian press. That old musty dungeon. It must have been about March last, right after I came to Aragon that I acquired that building. At the time I thought it was a most advanced facility, in which I could brew potions and destillates, and purify water, and add to the scent of the wine, with flower essences, honey, muscat. It is a pleasure to me the growing of the vine, forthe discipline is an ancient one.

Sweet days in Valencia there were, in that press, and in the street, a spinster's rumour, a merchant man's gift, a baron's joke. the sunniest of cities of the coast, during summer, oh god so. Not so in that press. Thick walls of stone, of such a barrel vault ceiling that you would stand of it adwarfed, and there was such echo that you would hear a choir if you shouted.

This was purchased thanks to The Connestable general, who had a craving for wine. A perfect combination with the one who findeth pleasure in the making of such. I do even drink rarely of wine, and if I do it must be either my own, or one of the finest wines of Burgundie, and Tuscanye, and Aquitaine, and Carcassez, for the belly of the rustic gentleman.

And you could have cheese in piles, by one of the finest cheesemakers I've seen, Jako Asen. He had quality, and modical prices, and was a generous man.
Cheesemakers seem so hard to find, but each time one is around he exceeds the other. And the whole summer passed adventuring. I was a much soberer man, returning to Aragon, or so I thought. And it was tradition to keep this winery, for it is a great priviletge to be encharged with providing abooze the city of kings. Awhile back knowing I would rather live in Barca, Ciotat Comtal, I pictured even the best ways to go about moving there, even resigning the bar in Valencia, elegantly, and when and how.  I looked towards my vines at the early vendome, and planned to cultivate the land during the winter, and press like crazy, and have thousands of barrels of wine made.

Even when count I would travel to Valencia, not to hold class, but to instruct my foremen and deal with merchants. Surely, I could revisit the old tavern, wherein I first dwelt and wrote bureaucracy and history, and came to learn of the world. There I sang for the first time in Arago to some great nobles. and flowede my wine, the Sang Reial. The day after, plague hit the city.

The crew was at its best, the ship a golden saguennay, such bow and such traverse. Heave ho we did go with the tide the morrow, in Valencia as it were by the mid noon. The first men we saw ashore wore the livery of Berton Connestable. They say there is pillage in Empuries, in some city of the vescounty, by some men, at most five~fifty, and that they rampage and roar, and are drunken as malady, and that it is them who took all the dark brandy remedy.

So with all haste, I took it upon me to sell me property, and did so underpricedly, for to get back to reality, the journey in return, Eolos still with me.

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Re: Wedding Preparations
« Reply #4 on: 13 February, 2017, 11:53:57 PM »
Before the town could make a fuss he asked a cloak and a longboat from the pleasant captain who had transported him only for a blessing and 2 silver all the way from Rome. No doubt the rest of the ship contingent would hasten to boast of their occupant and ruin a very pleasant visit by making him the spectacle and not his friends.

  The passenger, with tonsured head and a now well wetted woolen cloak, disembarked cautiously at the small quay closest his destination. Sending ahead one of his other 2 tonsured companions to the harbormaster with a sealed parchment noting whom he was, the man blended into the swaying tide of traffic on the docks. The smell was awful, but the site of the shipping ports of Barcelona were a real wonder. The huge vessels and the small like a public crowding a plaza in Rome, but here nobody ran into each other. More courtesy was held as a discourtesy could land you into the somewhat fetid waters or a vessel transmuted into a salvage. No, it was all a grand dance, and even strangers knew how to navigate the steps in this foreign land.

  There he spotted the colors of a shipping family he kad hoped for!

"Blessings of Teos, my son.", he said to a man who must be either a bosun or a First Mate. The greeting was returned in kind, politely but distractedly. No harm, his face was not known everywhere. In this case that was what we wanted as we pulled the deep cowl over our head. I started again to initiate an inquiry. "I request a moment sir, as I come from Rome to attend your master's house, from friends of Baron De Tata ." The mention of Rome brought a brief flicker of attention because even at such a port this was interesting and maybe a chance for news. "Myself and two other brothers of Teos would appreciate a quiet escort to the residence." The man noticed we two priestly figures then looked behind me above my head. Of course I had not been welcomed aboard nor requested so it was this all transpired  as I stood at the rail and he stood on deck above the gangway cleats.
A long way, brother. When the rest of your party gets to us I will get you a crewman to guide. His voice firm and courteous, I intentionally restrained my companion from protesting his informal address of me. It was his custom and so was the protest I had silenced in my friend. I did not yet wish to announce myself openly while it was unnecessary. "My son, we thank you and offer blessings and prayers for your generous indulgence to our humble request." Perhaps I had overdone it, or perhaps he was accustomed to more assertive or arrogant priests, but I noticed a shift in our host, while I released the gently restraining hand on my travelling companion. I decided to turn as if looking for our third and slid my hands inside each opposite sleeve  with my arms akimbo, I did still wear my ring of office after all, and would until the day I died in Teos sacred  service.

  The next 15 minutes until our party was complete were spent in quiet consideration of the port and the parts of the city, Barcelona, most visible. As the guide greeted us I kept my hands and arms crossed and covered and nodded while smiling as he waved us to follow. When we arrived at the residence, I remained and allowed my Camerlengo to go on and explain who and why we were here. He had already been forbidden to address any of the family found within and was only to see the Castellan when announcing my presence to the authorities of the Baronial  house De Tata.

  Our guide was replaced suddenly but quietly, thank Teos, with a carriage and a new destination. Where it stopped I had to smile. The same guesthouse that I had shared before in the investiture of the Baron. This time I went looking....for I had missed a certain French mademoiselle of fair acquaintance that time. If Teos was with me I would find her here this time too. Maybe not though, as she was to be a key figure in the next day's events. I had already left a message with the Castellan to deliver, and a copy I now left with the Master of the guesthouse.

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   To Lady Alys D'gris
Dear god-daughter,
   
Blessings of Teos to you on the eve of this most joyous of occasions. I am looking forward to a moment with you and the betrothed before the celebration. It appears I am able to attend after all.

Yours in Faith and Friendship,
(Janus Valerius)

With the preparations taken care of and a sureness that the baggage we had left to dock with the ship being properly delivered, I opened the shutters to hear the city around us, so alive and knelt to pray and meditate while my second escort sought food and my 3rd arranged the small room for our needs.

Faith Defines All Things; their remembrances clearly defined make them living custom.

(RIP) Alys D'gris

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Re: Wedding Preparations
« Reply #5 on: 14 February, 2017, 02:49:41 AM »
She gave urraca a warm smile as she rose. "I should try on my wedding Dress to be certain it fits as it should, don't you think?" Alys went to where the dress hung and marveled once more at it beauty. Made of Cream satin it shone in the week winter sunlight. Pearls of all colors decorated the bodice, fitting as Barcelona was a coastal County. The delicate fall of lace at the throat and wrists, truly this was a gown fit for Comtessa.

The knock on the door interrupted them before they could even begin. She accepted the note and smiled as she bread read it. It took but a moment for Alys to be back at her desk as she wrote the reply.

Dearest Father Janus,

       Please do come and see us as I know you would be more then welcome here. In fact please come to dinner this night for I would not have you eat in an Inn. I am very, very happy to know that you are here for my wedding!

With Love and Affection,
Alys
« Last Edit: 14 February, 2017, 02:51:52 AM by Alys D'gris »
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« Reply #6 on: 14 February, 2017, 01:57:43 PM »
The whole night of my return there was an endless come and go of messengers from the most varied lords; Emperors, Kings, Queens, Counts, Consuls, Merchants, Connestables, farmers, Craftsmen, Booze barons, Viscounts, and what not. There must be dozens I still forget inviting, or not inviting, to that magnificent day of St Valentine. One of these papers and scrolls bore a Vatican Watermark. Written by the Holy Father's hand. The letter spoke of faith in Tehos and the Logos, which I have, now moreso than ever. What's more, the Holy Father would personally be there for us, his god-children.

And yet, not a sign of Aliz. I remembered at some point what they told me that northern Franks believe it is bad luck to see the bride before the wedding. She would have no trouble from me, though I would have appreciated her words.

In the morning, the council room, an endless via vai, then, something I cannot recall, then a quick tour round the city on horseback, a runner alerting me of multiple clerics at port, Kings tented and taverned around, Teobaldo Viscount of Empuries was to distribute arms & armour, then head to his lands and make ready to guide the host. blank, then, as if guided by the spirits, all we converged in the Basilica of Eulalia, to share in one of the most beautiful ceremonies of this day.
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Re: Wedding Preparations
« Reply #7 on: 14 February, 2017, 04:18:47 PM »
Urraca watched his Lady. It was really beautiful, the happiest woman he had ever seen. The marriage that soon would be celebrated with the Count Ioans was a great achievement for Alys.
Who knows when it would be up to Urraca celebrate his marriage and to wear her wedding dress.
Urraca smiled at his lady, then walked over to the wardrobe and took the Aly's wedding dress.

"My Lady, let's hurry up, try this dress, you will be beautiful ...."

and he proceeded to help the Countess in dressing up and try that beautiful dress.

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Re: Wedding Preparations
« Reply #8 on: 16 February, 2017, 03:51:30 PM »
Alain could not help feeling a bit like he created a work of art and the world was now enjoying it.  He found he could not erase the smile he'd worn since he saw the Holy Father bless the union that seemed inevitable once he introduced the newlyweds months ago.

As he rose to leave, he decided that his matchmaking days were now officially over, thinking it is always best to go-out on top...
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