>>6171025>>6171053>>6171297>>6171477You promised Godefroi to buy him a map, it would be useful and beautiful at the same time, maps were rare and always a symbol of power, plus it will show that you are a learned man or at least that you pretended to be one. You never trusted learned men before but apparently the Indians did, so why not impressing them.
What else, ah, yes of course, you decided to buy Rose an illuminated book, in the capital. You planned your travels too, it would be simple : Local-Someplace-Pleasantville and then the road to Tradnod, perhaps there would be other small towns and borroughs on the way.
Your first stop, on the first day was the watchtower now guarded by Guelphs, apparently Justdoing and Myjob had not been tested as good enough with the other lads on the tower. They waited spring to move, you remembered your offer to take them in your lands and you hoped to have several new families settle here.
Then of course you had to continue by stopping in the High Mandol Inn, and what was your surprise when you saw, again, a vision of beauty in the springtime. Spotifia ! Her enchanting voice, her blonde hair, a bit shorter than Rose's, and her voice, her voice that could shatter Venetian glass, she was singing about some forgotten love you were delighted. You always had much love for blondes and remembered your interesting night with Spotifia, before you knew Rose. It was a pleasure. Still, she was a nice woman too, she never told Rose, when she saw her, about your night together and she had a sweet demeanor, nothing like those gipsy singers of Paris. She was a true beauty, the only fact that could be scandalous about her was that she did not have a dress but some thighs, like an italian gentleman (you rarely saw the difference between them and women, as much perfume and as much courage in battle). But seeing her legs like this was scandalous, you became red for an instant, like Bohémond. Even if you were accustomed with Elana when she rode it was still very arousing, be it even on a lady like Lady Sue. No wonder it was forbidden in civilised lands.
You see, there was two things that could arouse a man and were "improper" to show, if we consider it like this : breasts and legs (and what was above legs but as proper Christians we will not talk about this). And if every lady with an elegant dress will show her breasts in a décolleté, as in France... To be risqué but with some pudor too... A prostitute will show some leg to bring clients of course while having a décolleté but it was whorish behaviour and a great lack of finesse. A proper lady will never show her legs, perhaps, after many rendez-vous a noble knight could ask for a glimpse of her ankles. But in India you discovered that with the shameful habit of some women wearing pants degeneracy was the norm. O Tempora ! O Mores ! You would have said if you knew latin.
