The Count's Due

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THE COUNT'S DUE

Letters from the County of Freimark
On the 6th of the Amber's Cold, 1849

 

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Within the Castle of Neuberg, beneath black blankets a Barclay laid, his face pale and his body cold. "Good GOTT." weak complaints could be heard coming from the Comital chambers "How do I feel colder here in Freimark than I did in the Haeseni north." huffed the Count.

 

He'd then look about the room, his eyes half closed. Ernst noticed his wife, Amadea sitting by him, as she had since the day he caught the agues. He smiled and then closed his eyes, a moment of peace. He then shivered and coughed, his peace disrupted "Let's hope this is how I repent for my sins." he chuckled as he signed the Lorraine slowly, then falling back into silent prayer, his mind contemplating about GOD and faith, his facial hair grown.

 

Knock. Knock... sounded the door, catching the attention of the bedridden Barclay "Enter." he ordered, and the door opened. Sebastian Velho emerged, wearing the Green and Blue uniform as per usual "My good man" smiled Ernst, gesturing the Levier to approach. And so Sebastian did, bringing a letter forth as he'd hand it to the Count. Ernst read the parchment over, his face turning into a slight frown as he closed his eyes, letting his head fall back rather tardily. He eyed towards the Levier then "Could be going better, eh?" he asked, getting a few nods as a response. The Count offered a nod of his own, and let his head fall back once more.

 

A moment's silence then, Ernst opened his sickly eyes once more, and made to sit himself up on his bed. He then took a sip off the glass of sacramental wine left by the good Cardinal Fiodor on his night stand. He signed the Lorraine once more, gripped a cane to his right, and forced himself up. "Seems like it's high time I get back to my duties" said the Count with a light huff, and would then begin to walk out of the room slowly, gesturing for Sebastian to follow. They'd discuss matters of governance as they'd depart down the flight of stairs. 

 

"Take out a blank parchment, Sebastian, and write..." requested the Count then as he'd begin speaking his words, whilst the good Levier wrote.

 

 

Depiction of Count Ernst coming out of his bedridden state, still somewhat sick

 

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TO THE PIOUS MEN AND WOMEN OF FREIMARK,

 

More than a year as it been since the declaration of the first Freimarkish regency due to my disease. Many restless nights have I had, cold nights in the warm south. Shivers and coughs have I experienced, weakness and depletion. Yet, it is GOTT that allowed for my sickness, and through my pain and suffering do I expect to become pure of my sin, to repent and to reflect. Through the restless prayer from the newly appointed Bishop of Freimark and Cardinal Fiodor has my condition begun getting better, yet it is not fully healed.

 

Either way, with or without disease, I have been idle for too long. For too long have I left my County and my people without the leadership they require. As founder of Freimark, I had conceived this County through hard work and vigilance. Yet, my work is not done, and as us Reinmaren say: Wer Rastet, Der Rostet. Thus, it is my due to come back to my people, be I weak of body or not, GOTT has allowed my mind to function as it always has. As such, is the Freimarkish Regency concluded, and the position of my son and Baron of Madvon, Dietrich as acting Lord Regent be withdrawn.

 

May GOTT guide us and Freimark as HE has done so far. 

 

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IM NAMEN GOTTES,

 

DIE RICHTIGEN EHREN, Ernst Barclay, Reichsgraf von Freimak, Reichsfreiherr von Madvon, Herr von Neuberg und Erwinsburg, der Kommandant des Schwarzen Kreuzes

 

  THE RIGHT HONORABLE, Ernst Barclay, Count of Freimark, Baron of Madvon, Lord of Neuberg und Erwinsburg, Commander of the Black Cross
 

 

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Borys was sitting in his chair in the office when there was a knock on the door frame from Antoni "Come in friend, what have you brought?" asked the Baron. "Letter from Neuberg, my Lord" said the guard and bowed his head placing the letter on the desk. "From Ernst?" asked Borys with a raised eyebrow. "There is his seal on the envelope, I believe so" replied the soldier and stood at attention as Borys unsealed and read the letter - "It's about time..." said Borys, hiding the letter in a drawer and walking out without a word, leaving Antoni confused in the doorway