Maundy Thursday

[truant_horatio]

As last year, the Prince's consort, or perhaps just a simple quiet man with tired eyes and a weary smile, is sitting in the main room with a large basin, a pitcher of water, and a towel, and offering to wash the feet of anyone who will come.

And I say to you, do to one another as I have done to you, he says, and he sits and waits for you. His

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[norweenish]

Hey, buddy, what's going on?

[truant_horatio]

'Tis the Thursday of our Lord, Your Majesty.

[norweenish]

Yeah? *...pretty obviously has no idea what that means*

[truant_horatio]

*prompting* When Our Lord Jesus did wash the feet of his disciples before he went to pray.

[norweenish]

...you're washing people's feet?

[truant_horatio]

I am, Your Majesty.

[norweenish]

...isn't that kind of gross?

[truant_horatio]

It is a task which shows love.

[norweenish]

To feet? *is a soldier. soldiers march a lot. soldiers don't often change their socks. soldier feet stink*

[truant_horatio]

To one another, that we would wash them.

[norweenish]

Whatever floats your boat, buddy.

[truant_horatio]

May I wash thine, Your Majesty?

[norweenish]

*looks down at his muddy boots and raises an eyebrow* If you think you can stand it.

[truant_horatio]

I shall be glad of't. *offers him the chair*

[norweenish]

Danes. *but sits!*

[truant_horatio]

*takes off his boots, then, and gahhh but his Majesty has smelly feet--! but! we are a good and loyal servant, and he begins to wash Forti's feet with great care*