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==Tudwalls' A history of the Anarawd: Appendix to Chapters 10-20, Gamond== ''Excerpts from the diaries of brother Mellard of Amesbury Abbey, circa 490 – Some parts reconstructed'' Our visitor returned this autumn, taking up the cell next to mine. A lord of great stature, physically at least, I do not welcome his return. The nighttime screaming, the disruptive arguments. Most of all, his eyes watching me at breakfast or working in the garden. I can never tell if the man wants to kill me or just doesnt see me. ''(The date of the diary and the description, along with the location of the abbey makes it likely that this unnamed lord is [[Gamond]] of the Anarawd, the fourth of that line. It would explain much in the accounts of the man after 490, which are much changed to previously. The pages following goes on to describe food and work in the abbey, mention of the lord returns weeks later) '' Our visitor is very ill, a wound taken fighting raiders in the north has festered. He grows steadily worse. His generous donation has seen the abbot taking much interest in his recovery, he is given all possible care. It may be that the abbot simply appreciates arguing with the man, but I doubt it… ''(A large chunk of text is illegible, and mention of the illness progression is made weeks later. The text shows some change in tone, perhaps the earnest monk is touched with compassion? Use of “our patient” may indicate that.)'' Our patient shows no signs of improving, he is wasting away. Raving, screaming. Once, even though he is severely weakened, it took four of us to keep him pinned in his bed. He is bound now so that we can provide care. The stench of the wound is terrible. ''(Several such reports follow sporadically, until…)'' We now pray for our guest, and prepare for the last rites. We fear he is not long for this world. These past two weeks his ravings are more specific in nature and reads much like an argument with Our Lord. Most of it concerns [[saxons]], pleas of forgiveness and promises to do the Lords will. It is humbling to see such a man brought low by such a small wound. Another knight, a middle aged man, arrived at the abbey. He had heard of our guests plight, and donated handsomely to bring the lords favour upon him. Apparently this man was kin, despite his northern accent, settled in Hundred [[Chalkhill]]. He was but the first, donations have continued to come from unexpected sources. It would seem that this family, which shall remain unnamed, is widespread and has some regard for the man. ''(and then…)'' A miracle! We were gathered to pray for our guest, as he would surely pass shortly, when suddenly the steady stream of ranting and muttering abated. In a clear tone, he said “Yes”, as if answering someone, and the fever broke! Our guest has since rapidly recovered, and can now join us at breaking fast! ''(It is likely that this “miracle” is the result of the usual conjecture, wishful thinking and convenient re-arrangement of events to fit the religious narrative so common to the time)'' Our guest is diligent and helps us often as the busy work of spring calls. It would seem that the ordeal has changed him somewhat, and he works and speaks with new purpose. Yesterday a mercenary from old Regnenses arrived to pay his respects and donate before riding north. The two spent all day and night talking, and this morning seems to have brought a resolution to the man. He has spent much time secluded in discussion with the Abbot, and will take religious vows this pentecoste. Truly, the Lord is great to bring such a man into his fold. Praise the lord. [[Category:Tudwall's a history of the Anarawd]]
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