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Pomponia's Truth

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From the castle of Lord Amig we travelled northeast in due haste, afraid to miss our chance to speak with Lady Pomponia. Entering the Hundred of Studfold and coming upon the village of Springfront it was clear to all of us that we had entered a place where some more distasteful roman customs still were practiced. On the fields men and women still wore the iron yoke of slavery and the nobler men still wore the sheet-like clothing they call an toga. We were shown to the manor, or as he called it Villa, by a man named Teulyddog; a quite sour figure but who seemed to be a good and loyal servant by all regards. As we readied ourselves for the coming feast Sir Ennis was invaluable as a source for roman etiquette and customs and Sir Cadrys manservant Gullierm assisted us all in the fine art of fashion.

I must excuse me here dear reader for I feel that I’m stalling. It is for me no easy thing to remember and much less record all the things that went on during Lady Pomponias feast. No good Christian man would ever set his foot in such a place if they could avoid it and even though they were able to put on a braver face than myself I’m sure that all my companions felt irked by the sinful display in the garden of Lady Pomponia. Nakedness, sensual rubbings and vulgar displays were abound and one could hardly turn his gaze without beholding a bared bosom or thigh. In all this it must be said that Lady Pomponia was a most welcoming and gracious host, in her own way, even though the festivities were far from the usual. We also learned, to my surprise, that our beloved Lady Ellen had also been invited into this den of sin.

Through the clever diplomacy of Sir Ennis and Cynyr we gained entrance to the inner sanctum of the Villa, the north wing. Here my recollection grows fuzzy. I only remember a sensation of elation followed by deep dreams in a velvet clad hall and the sickly sweet smell of narcotic incense. Luckily Sir Cynyr, whose mind seemed impervious to the alluring spell of the smoke, was able to find Lady Ellen and speak to her in private. He then quickly ushered us out so he could relay the words to us in private and under solemn oath. It turned out that Lady Ellen’s close friendship with Lady Pomponia stemmed from most dire need. She had told Sir Cynyr that someone had falsified documents that claimed Lord Roderick to be infertile and that none of the Ladies children bore his blood. Whatever scoundrel had construed this wicked tale had also falsified King Uther’s seal on the documents making the act thrice as damnable and convincing. So it was with heavy hearts we turned back towards our homes, knowing our county had an enemy both resourceful and unscrupulous.

As recorded by Sir Maelgwyn.


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