Adorning my Soul

[Publius 4098]

[!] By way of Leuven and Reza does a a thesis find reprint, for the writer, young Brube O. B., was a known pupil of the late Pontiff Pontian. Initially appearing in churches as missives for review, some would find their way to local libraries and read as follows. [!]

Acolytes in the days of old presenting their studies to a priest, 1487

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Young am I, yet I have been fatigued already on this arduous journey of life. Thankful I become then to give myself pause, for in my pause I have found not just rest, but folly in my hardening heart; for I see that it is not courage that has made it swell, but bitterness that has attempted to callous it.

 

To Saint Tobias I have pleaded for luck many a tear filled night, but wickedly have I in that same breath wished misfortune upon others - namely, Marius the Second and his Knight Paramount, my own trainer, fair Knight Paramount Ser Rodrik Kotrevich. Perhaps Saint Tobias heeds my pleas, but I know now I dismay Godan for being such a base boy.

 

Slight are these grievances compared to the damnation I nearly embraced in folly though, for vengeance and pride. Looking to them, I sought to bereave them, to damn them for the loss of my brother and to reverse the role I have found myself in due to the denunciation of my line. Neither my brother or name though will ever be restored, and in realizing such, I wondered what good would come from such a task.

 

Through such though, in temperate reflection, I have seen to the only logical outcome - my life dedicated to turbulent quarrels in which may never cease. For it is not the claim I care for - as never in my life have I given thought to rule, and it is not protect myself, as I have been safe and bettering each day that has passed since Marius the Second took me on as his ward. Nay, it is for petty revenge - the satiation of a bloodlust that might make an Uruk of me.

 

Bitterness though is much like a vine though, obscuring whatever it holds and weaving itself about to provide one a false sense of security. Knowing now the foolishness of my disdain is only the first piece of the peace that I seek, as it behooves me to act righteously.

 

Godan know I would be a liar though if I said I had cleared all these vines of bitterness; so to the garden of my soul I shall continue to tend, until pain is replaced by the beauty and bounty of love and wisdom wrought from the virtues of Patience and Temperance.

 

Signed,

Brube Olenk Buzabec of Reza