The Day Office of Bishop D'assaur of Premy, early afternoon
Jul 13, 2023 16:51:18 GMT
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Post by Adam de la Bassée on Jul 13, 2023 16:51:18 GMT
"Father Adam!!! How nice to see our new Chancellor outside of your magnificent office" A beaming smile, oh how fast it will be wiped away from this preening .....
"Bishop." The briefest of head nods "I am afraid I come not as a social visit, rather to discuss some very disturbing information I have discovered in the Diocese financial records."
Ahh see, see how his head comes up from whatever he is reading, see the tautness of the mouth. Guilt, write large upon his face.
"I assume Father that, considering the solemn nature of your demeanour, there is something amiss in the records?"
First, baste the duck breast in burnt butter with a sprig of thyme
"Indeed Bishop. I would indeed say that there is much amiss in the records. For I had found some 2000 livres of missing and misplaced Church funds, much which by the trail of paper led to your Office. But to add insult unto injury, there is the matter of a further 1000 livres taken! Taken I say from the Lord's tithes. This is beyond acceptable, that this diocese has so long gone without a Chancellor is now ... well..."
There the twitch, like watching the skin of the duck brown and crisp, contracting
"Father Adam, take a care. I neither like nor appreciate the tone and manner you address me. I AM your superior and you WILL .."
Roaring to full voice now, finding that which had filled the pews and left no space even for the standing, "YOU WILL DO NOTHING!!! Because you can do nothing." The smile on Father Adam's face broad as he slowly places the bundle of documents before the Bishop; "You can do nothing because in this bundle is the evidence that will see you taken to Rome and ex communicated. They show you stealing from THE MOTHER CHURCH herself. I have come for you D'assaur. I warned you, I told you yet you took from me what was mine. Stole from me what was mine. Ripped from me what was mine."
The Father turned, to the sideboard where stood several bottles of spirits disguised as plain juices. Popping the lid off one he knew to be a superb brandy, "Your mistake, well one of your mistakes, was forgetting that those items you took were given to me by one who was very important to me. I must admit, as I stand here I feel jealous of those in Paris who can settle such issues with blades. Instead, I must end this with the pencil." Swirling the amber liquid around the snifter glass, " With a pencil D'assaur, I will end you with." Taking a long inbreath from the glass, continuing to swirl and cradle the glass to warm the brandy.
"Adam, please what madness is this. What is this you have placed on my desk? Why do you believe me to be an enemy? I am shocked, I am disturbed, I fear Adam I took you too soon from your recovery!" D'assaur attempted to stand, but as Father Adam turned and looked at him, the strength went out of his legs and he went to his seat again.
"Do you remember that first meeting after I was released from confinement?" The Bishop nodded slowly as Father Adam crosses back to the desk, drawing a chair and sitting. "You did not listen well enough D'assaur. And now you will pay the price." A slow sip of brandy, the glass placed carefully on the desk in front of him; "You are going to resign and retire to an Abbe for your health. Now to you this may well be a lie, but I tell you now it is in fact for your health that you do this. *laughing* In the old days we would have resolved this issue in the ways of consequences. An open window and a long drop to the courtyard below. *sigh* but we live in more civilised times. You will resign, and you will retire before His Holiness arrives in the city. You will be allowed to take what personal items you have, once they have been checked against the list of property missing from my collection."
Adam took a long and satisfying gulp of brandy, looking at the Bishop with fire in his eyes, "You will do this because it is your only option. If you remain in office while His Holiness is in France, the documents and proofs will be sent to his envoy. You will be defrocked, declared excommunicado and left to fend for yourself with all doors closed to you. You will have no safe harbour, any man or beast can abuse you without consequence. You will be denied Christ's love and succour. You will die."
Father Adam placed the empty glass in front of the Bishop, stood and took the bundle of documents from the desk. "Do not waste time D'assaur. One way or the other I will have that mitre on my head, the option before you if you get to see it or not."
Walking towards the closed doors to the office, the Father turned one last time before opening them and leaving. "Thank you for your kindness, now face the consequences."
"Bishop." The briefest of head nods "I am afraid I come not as a social visit, rather to discuss some very disturbing information I have discovered in the Diocese financial records."
Ahh see, see how his head comes up from whatever he is reading, see the tautness of the mouth. Guilt, write large upon his face.
"I assume Father that, considering the solemn nature of your demeanour, there is something amiss in the records?"
First, baste the duck breast in burnt butter with a sprig of thyme
"Indeed Bishop. I would indeed say that there is much amiss in the records. For I had found some 2000 livres of missing and misplaced Church funds, much which by the trail of paper led to your Office. But to add insult unto injury, there is the matter of a further 1000 livres taken! Taken I say from the Lord's tithes. This is beyond acceptable, that this diocese has so long gone without a Chancellor is now ... well..."
There the twitch, like watching the skin of the duck brown and crisp, contracting
"Father Adam, take a care. I neither like nor appreciate the tone and manner you address me. I AM your superior and you WILL .."
Roaring to full voice now, finding that which had filled the pews and left no space even for the standing, "YOU WILL DO NOTHING!!! Because you can do nothing." The smile on Father Adam's face broad as he slowly places the bundle of documents before the Bishop; "You can do nothing because in this bundle is the evidence that will see you taken to Rome and ex communicated. They show you stealing from THE MOTHER CHURCH herself. I have come for you D'assaur. I warned you, I told you yet you took from me what was mine. Stole from me what was mine. Ripped from me what was mine."
The Father turned, to the sideboard where stood several bottles of spirits disguised as plain juices. Popping the lid off one he knew to be a superb brandy, "Your mistake, well one of your mistakes, was forgetting that those items you took were given to me by one who was very important to me. I must admit, as I stand here I feel jealous of those in Paris who can settle such issues with blades. Instead, I must end this with the pencil." Swirling the amber liquid around the snifter glass, " With a pencil D'assaur, I will end you with." Taking a long inbreath from the glass, continuing to swirl and cradle the glass to warm the brandy.
"Adam, please what madness is this. What is this you have placed on my desk? Why do you believe me to be an enemy? I am shocked, I am disturbed, I fear Adam I took you too soon from your recovery!" D'assaur attempted to stand, but as Father Adam turned and looked at him, the strength went out of his legs and he went to his seat again.
"Do you remember that first meeting after I was released from confinement?" The Bishop nodded slowly as Father Adam crosses back to the desk, drawing a chair and sitting. "You did not listen well enough D'assaur. And now you will pay the price." A slow sip of brandy, the glass placed carefully on the desk in front of him; "You are going to resign and retire to an Abbe for your health. Now to you this may well be a lie, but I tell you now it is in fact for your health that you do this. *laughing* In the old days we would have resolved this issue in the ways of consequences. An open window and a long drop to the courtyard below. *sigh* but we live in more civilised times. You will resign, and you will retire before His Holiness arrives in the city. You will be allowed to take what personal items you have, once they have been checked against the list of property missing from my collection."
Adam took a long and satisfying gulp of brandy, looking at the Bishop with fire in his eyes, "You will do this because it is your only option. If you remain in office while His Holiness is in France, the documents and proofs will be sent to his envoy. You will be defrocked, declared excommunicado and left to fend for yourself with all doors closed to you. You will have no safe harbour, any man or beast can abuse you without consequence. You will be denied Christ's love and succour. You will die."
Father Adam placed the empty glass in front of the Bishop, stood and took the bundle of documents from the desk. "Do not waste time D'assaur. One way or the other I will have that mitre on my head, the option before you if you get to see it or not."
Walking towards the closed doors to the office, the Father turned one last time before opening them and leaving. "Thank you for your kindness, now face the consequences."