Hell Fire

"What the hell is going on, what should we do," muttered Archbishop Vroll as he marched back and forth in front of the fireplace of his bedroom. He had been marching from wall to wall looking at his portrait, him setting in a chair staring at the viewer while holding a book and wineglass, as he marched to the side with his large ornate bed, then looking at a painting of the revelation of daniel as he marched to the side with his desk and bookselves. His dinner was left untouched on the finely carved table in the middle, directly across from the burning fireplace. He had already made marched 13 circuits with the same thought on his mind. What the hell just happened?

The monk, sitting at the table, Benjamin, sighed, tired of waiting for the Archbishop's response. Tapping his foot, in sync with Vroll's steps, he counted the steps it took for Vroll to go from wall to wall. Fouteen. "We don't have all night, the king would be wanting our answer before the morning"

"I know, I know" muttered Vroll as he continued walking, reaching the portrait before turning back. There were eighteen more steps before he stopped by the monk's side and picked up the king's letter, again, before setting it down, again. "I don't know what we should do. What do you think we should do, Benjamin? Whose side should we be one?

"While,"said Benjamin, as he thought. "The king is in the wrong, his army did technically steal the islands from Lord Michael and Lord Michael was right to counter attack. Therefore, I would say that it was not his fault that the King's son died, but the King's on fault."

"It does not matter whose fault it is, the King wants us to annouce that it is God's will to have war with Lord Michael in order to strip of his life and honor. And if we fail to do so, the king will probably attack this cathedral." snapped Archbisop Vroll.

"It does matter," Benjamin snapped back, "otherwise we would be lying to ourselves. If we allow this civil war thing to continue with God's so called blessing, then hellfire will await us all!"

"Fine, so you would have us all die as martyrs then!" growled Vroll as he continued his pacing. "Either reply, does us ill. Maybe I should call for Brother Peter and ask which one he perfers.

Benjamin, not wanting to have to call for Brother Peter to be woken up, but also not wanting to doom his eternal soul waited in silence and stared into the fireplace. The fire was getting low, so he walked over and tossed another two logs into the fire. He would need the additional light to write his reply, whatever it was, because his candle was running low. "Vroll, refuse the king and tell him what it is. A war to just to increase his own lands. If we are matyrs, so be it. Unless you want to us to burn as if we are two logs in the fire"

Vroll, turned to the fireplace, watching the logs burn. There was silance for a few moments, besides the crackling and pops of the fire. "Okay, Benjamin, you win. Write out our refusal." The monk got to work on letter, while Vroll sat back on a chair by the fire. What in the name of hell did I just do? Vroll thought as he watched the logs burn.