"You'll be home before too long, burying that nose of yours in more books." He laughs, warming a little from his usual sullen expression. The carriage moves through the countryside, men at arms flanking it on horses. "In honesty, though, they speak different languages, and worship Jesus in a different way, but really, foreigners aren't ery different from us. Soon enough, you'll feel at home." He looks at her chest again, a fraction of a second longer.
Mszczuj sigh. "Yes, and your Great Master of Order is gay, so you all are gay right? No mater, our king get babtise so don't pull me here bullshit." He grab knight by chainmail. "I will repet this only once. Who give the order and what is your purpuse?"
He grunts, and Eva looks at Mszczuj. "Gentle, unless you want me to tear him open." The knight spits blood. "I am order by chapter master Guillaume, to find out who burn our villages, and burn their villages."
Mszczuj relase knight. "Belive or not, but we didn't do that. If you lie." Now, something come to his mind. He look at Sir Boleslaw men. "Hey, do you find anything in possesion of Teutons what come from our villiages? Any spoils of war or something like that?"
She thought on his statement for a second. "Admittedly, I fail to understand much of the issue with barring any specific person's beliefs. It follows this logic. "Let's refuse to acknowledge anyone else's belief structure, but mine must be protected. Isn't that reasoning somewhat flawed?" She did her best general academic pondering voice, playing it off as intellectual curiosity rather than actually trying to access his thoughts on other religions, taking in the sights of the slowing shifting nature and landscape, the further they paced along the road to borders.
The young man took the skin of wine, 'Thank you, Inquisitor.' He had not drunken wine often, only on special occasions. He took a small gulp of wine before handing it back. 'The baltic? No, I have never left the lands around our monastery. I'm the furthest away from home I've ever been. Are we heading there?'
He looks up at them. "Well, apparently it's very remote, so most of the population is pagan. Apart from that, I don't know, which is why I'm sending you."
"Well officially I'm "Lady of the Village of Dunne', but thas nae a title that holds much water anymore." Rhaelicca sighs before continuing, "so what brings a wee Catholic Lass like yourself out into the frontier of Catholicism?"
He nods. "I perhaps wouldn't phrase it quite so elegantly, but yes, I do concur with your hypothesis." He smiles at her, though his eyes are scanning the horizon, as they approach a forest.
Mszczuj walk back to sir Bolesław. "Well, It is seems he is talking true. That mean not them attack our lands... Any ideas what we should do next?"
She nods. "We certainly are. I'm not going to lie to you, brother. It's hell on Earth there, literally. Pagans, demons, monsters. They thrive in those forests."
"This is wae I was sent. Don't knea how much more I can tell yeh. I'm more interested in yoo. Why'za lass like you that doesn't even knae the language come out here? There's pagans here, but not the kind they 'ave back home."
"We'll return to Warsaw. The Duke will want to hear about Teuton incursions." He puts a hand on the younger man's shoulder. "I was impressed with you today. Well done, lad."
"I think you might be one of the few who does." There was always a risk to discussing other religions, and it was a far cry from admitting to actively doing what some would consider heresy. He seemed open to the idea of other belief structures though. Which is already more than can be said about most. Noticing him smile, she gave one back, though was still mostly focused on the trip and the general forest area made her wary. She didn't know if there was any risk to here or not, but there was no sense in playing too dangerously with it. She gestured to one of the other men as she motioned for the travelling to slow down a little before entering the thick of it. "Ideal location for an ambush. Move ahead, carefully and see if anything looks out of place."
He nods, heading into the thicket. After a while, the group hears a scream. Ilya and Olga look up, panic on their faces.
Benacio nodded at their father's words. “I see... well then, if there's nothing else we shall start preparing for the trip, father.” “We shall send news as soon as we can.” Ophelia promised. Hopefully good news. She added in her mind. (Assuming that their father did not have anything else to say to them) the pair left the lord of the lands to whatever he was doing and focused on preparing for the trip. Benacio went to check on the men that would accompany them – surely their father would not send just the two of them – and to see what sort of supplies they would be able to take for the trip, while Ophelia went looking for maps of the region where the inherited lands were located, as well as for any information about it she could find. The siblings wanted to be able to start the trip first thing in the morning of the next day. (I hope I did not rush this too much... also, I'm assuming that they know the name of the place where they are going.)
'Demons and monsters?' Angelo went a little paler and clutched his rosary, 'I knew the land was more wild than here but that...' He shook his head, 'No, no matter, there's no use turning back now.' He looked a little more composed, 'I'm sorry, I didn't even introduce myself. I am brother Angelo, God's grace be upon you, Inquisitor. May I know what mission you ... or we have there?'
"That's a helluva question. Mah Dad sent me to see the world and make a name for myself. He wanted the world to know the name Rhaelicca Mac Dunnae'. So I left and visited the catholic courts in Scotland. Then went south to England. They were rubbish so I took a ship to Danzig. (As an American, I am not Scottish enough to keep up that much of an accent )
Benacio finds that six men at arms have been assigned to the two of them, and that they have enough dried meat to last them a significant portion of the trip, if not the whole way. Ophelia finds that the lands are centred on a small town called Kozny, which apparently has a small castle. The lands themselves are on the border between Poland, Lithuania and Teutonic territory, and so have been raided many times.
