Something terrible has happened! I have spilled ink across my manuscript, and though I can be relieved that most of my notes were stowed quite safely in their leather case, I am devistated to have lost so much of the revisions which I wrote. I still have the one which my Lord Heinrich gave me, which is fortunate, but I have not the heart to put my pen to paper and re-pen the superior speech. Perhaps I will touch upon the speech again in another time, but for now, my soul cannot help but shrink from such a task.
What's more, the revision may cause greater trouble. Upon describing his tale to me, my Lord Heinrich has allowed me artistic discression, so long as the story keeps its cohesion and relative correctness. However, this speech of his--this particular next point, is very important to him. He has demanded of me that I leave it as it is, with barely any room for flourish or thematic molding. I find this undesirable; it hardly reinforces the heroic notions of his character, and dare I say, lacks taste. But my Lord Heinrich will hear nothing of it, and frowns most furiously when I bring up the subject of its modification.
As stated earlier, I imagined I could simply record two versions: one which better fits the vision of the questing tale, and one which fits his narrow vision, believing he would be none the wiser. But today, while I wrote on a cushion by his tent, I noticed him peering at my table and making shapes with his mouth! When I leaned in, I heard him sounding out the letters of each word with the latin pronunciations, consider the letters, and then turn them into the cooresponding German! Where on the \lord Almight's Holy Earth did so brutish a nobleman learn how to read Latin? I suppose he doth hail from ages past, and in those many life times, may have had the opportunity to sit down with a scribe or holy man and go over each letter. But to what end? I have not known him to be a curious man. When I arrived in his employ not too long ago, I found myself discussing rumors of a flourishing heretic cult with one of the other brothers in his employ. During my travels, word of the impending trials and confessions caught up with me, and they were such claims! Cannibalistic Eucharists, blood baptisms, wild orgies with the devil! I assume any good Christian lord would, for obvious reasons, take interest in these beliefs, such that he might prepare to defend his clergy and his people from such heresy, or at least know to avoid such heresy himself. But my lord Heinrich showed no interest when he overheard us; if I could speculate from his countenance, I might assume he was irritated with our discussion of it, and would have stopped our discussion. Another time, I heard him scoff at a knight's description of an Ostrich seen in the Byzantine Emperor's menagerie. Surely such a splendorous bird would spark some interest?
Furthermore, he has no reason to learn writing for any pracitcal reason. Everywhere he goes, he is surrounded by Chaplins with sufficient literacy and memory to record all that he needs noted and to dictate any text that crosses his path (I should know, as this is the role I fill between praying and writing this text for him. It is quite a demanding task, if I do say so).
What an odd man, that he should know how to read despite this. Perhaps I can glean a reason from him, if I press. Hence, I guard my personal notes carefully, and only grant him pages should he ask. That spill makes a good excuse if he should ask why.
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