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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 11: Post 120, 1191, The Castle of Nicosia (1 of 2 parts)

#Wss366 Boner #TimeTravelAuthors 07/29. proof/prove

“You may be seated,” Sir Sablé said. The Grand Master of the Templars’ voice was dignified, higher than one might expect, but the tone was that of someone accustomed to command. “Bishop Dreux, will you honor this gathering with a prayer?”

I recognized the priest he had called on as the person who’d challenged Sir Conrad earlier. Even though he was a bishop, he was clearly also a fighting man: strong, scarred; the bulk of his robes hinted at chain mail beneath. I didn’t understand the brief Latin prayer he led. It was a pity I hadn’t learned Latin at university.

While we prayed, Emily left my side, moving to the dais so she could hear what the rabbits were saying to Sir Sablé. It was a decision that would later #prove disastrous. A real #boner, as some of my cruder students might have said. (Why did these memories come back to me when I couldn’t follow up on them?)

Once the prayer had finished, the Grand Master addressed us. “You have been called here in the Lord’s name and shall be blessed for your piety…”

He continued in this vein for a while, and most of what he said wasn’t worth repeating. However, other parts of his speech had stunning implications.

• “Though unworthy, the Lord hath lifted me from the dust as our Lord Jesus did Mary Magdalene, and a heavenly host has vouchsafed me words. Today, I humbly bear their message for your ears.”

Behind him the rabbits made ironic bows that he couldn’t see.

• “As Saint Judas Iscariot sacrificed himself to bring about our Savior’s glorious act of redemption, we too are summoned to make the ultimate sacrifice, our honor. We may be reviled for our deeds, but we the faithful shall show the same devotion, to God’s will, Abraham did when the Lord commanded him to sacrifice his son. We will hold fast, knowing that our obedience is required to invoke the Third Coming, bringing a fiery end to this sinful race, Adam’s kin, and to call down the final judgment when the Lord’s hammer smites the world once again.”

A groan escaped me. For an instant I could see the Cretaceous–Paleogene fireball streaking across the sky, setting me ablaze. Fortunately, Sir Sablé’s speech had everyone enthralled, or perhaps they thought it was a gasp of wonder.

It was part intuition and part logic that led me to conclude that the Lapin Cabal intended to bring a meteor down on the world, as had happened in Yucatán. How or why I didn’t know. To this end, they recruited the gullible, the ambitious, and the truly wicked to do their bidding. The Templars, Illuminati, Nazis, and ICE-Nine were just examples of this.

The implications were staggering, and from Emily’s face, she recognized it too.

#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Templar #Templars

#TimeTravelingGhost EP 11: Post 120, 1191, The Castle of Nicosia (1 of 2 parts)

#Wss366 Boner #TimeTravelAuthors 07/29. proof/prove

“You may be seated,” Sir Sablé said. The Grand Master of the Templars’ voice was dignified, higher than one might expect, but the tone was that of someone accustomed to command. “Bishop Dreux, will you honor this gathering with a prayer?”

I recognized the priest he had called on as the person who’d challenged Sir Conrad earlier. Even though he was a bishop, he was clearly also a fighting man: strong, scarred; the bulk of his robes hinted at chain mail beneath. I didn’t understand the brief Latin prayer he led. It was a pity I hadn’t learned Latin at university.

While we prayed, Emily left my side, moving to the dais so she could hear what the rabbits were saying to Sir Sablé. It was a decision that would later #prove disastrous. A real #boner, as some of my cruder students might have said. (Why did these memories come back to me when I couldn’t follow up on them?)

Once the prayer had finished, the Grand Master addressed us. “You have been called here in the Lord’s name and shall be blessed for your piety…”

He continued in this vein for a while, and most of what he said wasn’t worth repeating. However, other parts of his speech had stunning implications.

• “Though unworthy, the Lord hath lifted me from the dust as our Lord Jesus did Mary Magdalene, and a heavenly host has vouchsafed me words. Today, I humbly bear their message for your ears.”

Behind him the rabbits made ironic bows that he couldn’t see.

• “As Saint Judas Iscariot sacrificed himself to bring about our Savior’s glorious act of redemption, we too are summoned to make the ultimate sacrifice, our honor. We may be reviled for our deeds, but we the faithful shall show the same devotion, to God’s will, Abraham did when the Lord commanded him to sacrifice his son. We will hold fast, knowing that our obedience is required to invoke the Third Coming, bringing a fiery end to this sinful race, Adam’s kin, and to call down the final judgment when the Lord’s hammer smites the world once again.”

A groan escaped me. For an instant I could see the Cretaceous–Paleogene fireball streaking across the sky, setting me ablaze. Fortunately, Sir Sablé’s speech had everyone enthralled, or perhaps they thought it was a gasp of wonder.

It was part intuition and part logic that led me to conclude that the Lapin Cabal intended to bring a meteor down on the world, as had happened in Yucatán. How or why I didn’t know. To this end, they recruited the gullible, the ambitious, and the truly wicked to do their bidding. The Templars, Illuminati, Nazis, and ICE-Nine were just examples of this.

The implications were staggering, and from Emily’s face, she recognized it too.

#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Templar #Templars

"First," said the troll. "I'm gonna tear off your arms."
The Hero stood resolute.
"Then I'm gonna tear off your head."
The Hero said nothing.
"Then I'm gonna shit down yer neck," the troll jeered finally.
"Thinking about that gives you a #boner?" asked the Hero gesturing.
"What? No!" the troll said. He looked down and clutched his genitals.
The Hero sprang forward and struck the troll in the forehead with the pommel of his sword.
The troll made a grunt and fell backward onto his seat. #wss366

"First," said the troll. "I'm gonna tear off your arms."
The Hero stood resolute.
"Then I'm gonna tear off your head."
The Hero said nothing.
"Then I'm gonna shit down yer neck," the troll jeered finally.
"Thinking about that gives you a #boner?" asked the Hero gesturing.
"What? No!" the troll said. He looked down and clutched his genitals.
The Hero sprang forward and struck the troll in the forehead with the pommel of his sword.
The troll made a grunt and fell backward onto his seat. #wss366

••⋅☾#片歌 ☽⋅••

Walking boner
Smoldering wrist
Writing time pain

••⋅☾#katauta☽⋅••

••⋅☾ #俳文 ☽⋅••
While hiking an abandoned logging road, I tripped and sprained my wrist. Getting old is hard, and my balance isn't what it used to be. It's healing, but it aches after typing, which is much better than the first two days, when I thought I would have to have my daughter pack my camping gear. Some of my series may suffer, but that is better than living in pain or damaging my wrist.
••⋅☾ #Haibun ☽⋅••

#Poetry #詩 #NMPoetry #Wss366 #boner #DailyHaikuPrompt #Smoldering #Time

••⋅☾#片歌 ☽⋅••

Walking boner
Smoldering wrist
Writing time pain

••⋅☾#katauta☽⋅••

••⋅☾ #俳文 ☽⋅••
While hiking an abandoned logging road, I tripped and sprained my wrist. Getting old is hard, and my balance isn't what it used to be. It's healing, but it aches after typing, which is much better than the first two days, when I thought I would have to have my daughter pack my camping gear. Some of my series may suffer, but that is better than living in pain or damaging my wrist.
••⋅☾ #Haibun ☽⋅••

#Poetry #詩 #NMPoetry #Wss366 #boner #DailyHaikuPrompt #Smoldering #Time

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