Monday, January 30, 2012
A Show of Force
It's cool again in the morning when the party awakes, and the palast floor somewhat cold to walk on as you settle down to a breakfast of floating poached eggs in fish soup and large loaves of rye bread, served with a pitcher of spiced oil. Eberhardt is awake - there's reason to think that he hasn't been asleep all night. Upon a table in the central court (where you take your breakfast), there are hundreds of pictures kept in leather bound books, and one in particular that's been laid out - three feet by two feet:
Eberhardt is not able to be questioned, as he's working hard in the study and the scribe balks any attempts to speak with him. But as it happens, your breakfast is interrupted by the arrival of Her Ladyship Amalia von Nassau-Dillenburg - which initiates a screaming match between her (doing all the screaming) and Eberhardt (who can be heard first mumbling, then thundering).
The jist of this interaction is Eberhardt's decision to postpone the marriage until such a time as the immediate problems he is attempting to sort out are solved; Her Ladyship seems bent on calling him every name in the book, including a number which a tavern wench would blush to use. Eberhardt quite clearly disagrees, but Her Ladyship seems unperturbed by his maleness, the quibbling things he finds are important and the general demeanor of "the man she has assented to take on as her adopted son-in-law."
It appears at first that the argument ends with no victors. But a few minutes after Her Ladyship leaves, a servant comes forward to inform Andrej that the tailors are here, and that he is to present himself to be outfitted for his vestments.
The remainder of you are left to your own devices as the afternoon begins.