[For Morgana] Against the cold of the western wind, against the demons of the night...

[weristdas_graal]

The year is waning and the time of Hallowmas is approaching quickly. Parsifal is at work on the chapel, shoring it up for the approaching winter and bringing in a few simple wooden statues of the Apostles and St. Michael to deck out the altar

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[skepticalmagic]

Morgana is hardly one to frequent a church, even less so given her less than holy matrimony proposal to a certain kitchen rat she adores.

Still, something about Parsifal's piqued her interest, not that she would know why.

"Such a shame for wine to sit there."

She's doesn't want to scare the man, but what is he doing?

[weristdas_graal]

He'll look up, smiling to her, friendly, then bowing to her. "May the Lord be with you, my Lady," he says. "But this is not wine, nay, it is the Precious Blood of Our Lord Himself, which it would seem, He has sent as a sign that He wishes for me, His servant, to dwell here for a time.

"I am Sir Parsifal, Knight of the Holy Grail, guardian of the Sacred Lance, and one time knight of His Majesty King Arthur of Britain."

[skepticalmagic]

That would be why he was so interesting: another one from the other Camelot.

One strike: a follower of the new religion. The new religion caused so much pain in her life, which likely explains her reaction. "It is not the smell of blood most obvious in here, but of wine."

But one other question, "Sacred Lance?"

[weristdas_graal]

He'll glance about. "There is wine in the vestry, to be used for Communion; perhaps the seal is broken on one of the flasks," he replies, a bit perplexed. "But the Sacred Lance is one of the most revered relics in the care of the Brotherhood of the Holy Grail. It is the weapon that pierced the side of Christ Jesus as he hung upon the Cross, shedding the last drops of His Precious Blood. It is said that the Blood which covers the head of the Lance can cure the wounds of the afflicted, if they are touched with the Blood."