February 28th, 2007 (09:03 pm)
current mood: worried
A Jesuit arrived to speak with the Bishops this day. I have it on good word that this is in regards to my actions over the last months. They have requested my counsel come the 'morrow: I am afraid this bodes ill indeed. When I first entered tutelage under the facility here, there was an elder hunter, a former apprentice to my step-father, who 'twas a rogue himself. One day, a Jesuit arrived, and he, much the same as I this day, was asked for counsel. His funeral was very small, but very lovely. They said 'twas from an ill heart. Hm.
I had a line of exploits rolled out in the wake of my Betrothed's sudden departure, unexplained as it is, but unfortunately, that may never happen, bidding the outcome of this meeting. 'tis such a small town, 'tis such a private matter, 'tis with dealings in the line of a woman. I can only imagine. Dare I go armed? Surely they will search me. Alas, alas...