A funny thing happened on the way to Silchester

Emrys was uncharacteristically late leaving, Albanus noted. Normally they were up and well on the way by the time hearths were being unbanked and fired up. Lately, however, Emrys seemed to be more concerned with Wyndda than most anything else.

Albanus couldn't argue. He hoped his bride to be, whomever she was, loved him as much as Wyndda loved Emrys. He swore to follow his knight's lead in loving her. Whomever she might be.

Eventually they were on the road from Lavington to Sarum. Emrys was due to pick up a few more last minute thoughts from Roderick before leaving. Albanus didn't even know the road they were going to take or whom would be accompanying them. Unsurprising, Emrys was as closed mouthed as ever. Except when he talked about Wyndda.

Late spring continues to be as wet as early spring leaving the roads a muddy mush until summer finally arrives to dry it out. At that point things take a hard turn to the pitted and dusty and giving the peasants the added burden of repairing the roads that cross their villages. It is no different in Silchester.

What is different is that instead of being met with violence at the border they are stopped by a small patrol. The leader is Cymric, unusual in Silchester, and his arms are Vert, in bend sinister three acorns Or. Sir Marron, Emrys remembers from previous violent encounters.

"Halt Sir Emrys," he calls out, "State your purpose in Silchester."

"Sir Marron, good day to you!" Emrys replied, smiling. "I've been requested to speak with Ulfius Dux about a legal matter he is most interested in. Have you seen much trouble on the road?" Emrys quickly chased off the 'this time' thought that crossed his mind. He kept a perfectly courteous demeanor.

"I know tensions between us have been difficult and understand if you feel I need to be escorted. To be honest, I would be glad of the company if you or one of your men could be spared."

"Show me your summons," Marron responds brusquely. His squire comes forward to take it from Albanus and then the patrol leader looks it over and picks at the corner of the seal. He seems to read a little of it which is surprising for a Cymric knight and then sends it back.

"That is the Ducal Seal," he announces, "We will escort you along the road." A squire then races off to the north, to Levcomagus surely, and another rides ahead of them toward White Church. It is not lost on anyone that the patrol is taking them east away from Sir Blains's holdings toward White Church where they can turn north to Silchester City.

This is what they do though they encounter another patrol (and the squire who went ahead) near Cliddesden and pass Emrys along to them. Sir Marron and his men were all sworn to Sir Blains and had no interest in speaking with Emrys. They weren't rude specifically but they were neither talkative nor friendly. By comparison the knights from Basingstoke are more pleasant and are all Romans in the Duke's service. The push on to Silchester City and arrive just before dark.

They are admitted to the walled city and taken to the Praetor's hall where the Duke holds court when he is present. He is not at the moment and will arrive in the morning. Emrys is given hospitality and eats with the Steward, Sir Aelius, though he uses the Roman title Quaestor. Many of the men there remind him of Lupinus as most Equites have similar habits that differ from country Romans like Emrys and they mark him as such easily. Emrys is surprised to learn that Sir Aelius is Lady Pertacia's uncle, her mother's eldest brother.

"Quaestor Aelius, thank you for such a warm welcome!" Emrys replied as the man offered hospitality. "My respects to those men who escorted me to your door, as well. They were courteous and reflect well on Ulfius Dux."

Emrys was happy to use proper Roman titles and pay proper respect to Aelius. Of course, when he learned of the relationship, his admiration is even higher. "Her uncle! Good heavens! Have you heard the stories about their tragedy and how the Almighty has responded?" Emrys gave a detailed report on all the things Pillounes and the cleric have shared. "Truly your niece, though she suffered a great loss, is high in Our Lord's esteem!"

Albanus noted well that Emrys does not eschew the cup placed before him, yet did not ever seem to need a refill. The squire, being wise, understood the truth. Emrys was in battle even as he smiled and spoke well of others. His questions were polite and engaging; "how is your family?" and "your men did well against the Saxons, will I get to congratulate them?" Yet probing. Emrys sought to discern the connections between those in power in Silchester City. And, specifically yet gently, how many people outside of Ulfius support Blains' raids into Salisbury?