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not_a_clotpole) wrote2011-04-25 11:58 pm
not_a_clotpole) wrote2011-04-25 11:58 pm
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Five Days... - 25th April 1007
The Feast of Beltane seemed so far away only a few days ago, but now it's just around the corner and I haven't prepared even half of the things I need.
For example, the speeches, I have to make a number of them, to the townspeople on the opening day of the festival, at the feast and on the last day. Do I even have that many words to say about Beltane?
I may have to ask Monmouth for assistance, but really? That might be the last thing I ever do, the man is known to speak for days, DAYS.
But there's no-one else I can ask...except perhaps...
Gaius! He'll remember speeches my father made in years past, it's my only hope.
I can't ask him right now of course, but first thing tomorrow morning, definately.
For example, the speeches, I have to make a number of them, to the townspeople on the opening day of the festival, at the feast and on the last day. Do I even have that many words to say about Beltane?
I may have to ask Monmouth for assistance, but really? That might be the last thing I ever do, the man is known to speak for days, DAYS.
But there's no-one else I can ask...except perhaps...
Gaius! He'll remember speeches my father made in years past, it's my only hope.
I can't ask him right now of course, but first thing tomorrow morning, definately.