I'm
so glad that Lent is over. I won't lie, there was a moment a couple of weeks back where I cracked and ate a tray of cookies and drank a bottle of wine. But today was fantastic, Porthos and I have so much food still (Athos, D'Artagnan, Sharon - if you want more, we'll bring some with us to work).
And an Easter gift, I have more dreams. Continuing in the same thread, only now a decade later still. I'm a Bishop. Bishop of Vannes, to be exact, confidant of one Nicholas Fouquet and with Porthos we are fortifying a fortress. It's not all as it seems. I know there's more going on behind the scenes, but I want to see how it plays out. I think I hold the very future of France and the monarchy in my hands. Though
D'Artagnan someone, I know, suspects me of things. We speak in circles around one another. In my best interests I sent him on a wild goose chase after Porthos, if only to buy Porthos time to express my concerns to those in Paris.
Also, much as I love him, Porthos cannot keep secrets. He would ruin my plans and all in the spirit of meaning well, which will not do.
Oh - did I mention I got some beautiful gifts with these dreams? The robes of a Bishop which are so finely made, and the pastoral ring. I was going to keep it to myself, but, it's amazing.
( Image under cut, safe for all. )It is the crown jewel of all the rings I wear. I'm going to lock it into the ebony box with my other dream gifts, nestled against Anne of Austria's cross and the diamond encrusted cross I received from the Duchesse de Longueville.