July 20, 2000
Dearest Jane,
I have been in America for just over one year and I wish, in the worst way, that I could leave. Unfortunately, even if the way were open, I would not go. I have too much to do here in Aragon. Too many of the courtiers are depending upon me to help them with the latest crisis.
Philip had his Gallery opening on the 12th. A beautiful place that should have meant a beautiful evening of mingling and enjoying each others company. But that was not to be. Prince Carmine spoke for a bit. Yelled at half of the court for not obeying her edicts dealing with Davenport and showed us what becomes of those sent to Richmond. Frankly, that was certainly a deterrent to keep me out of the Richmond and in the good graces of the Prince. Though, remind me not to speak to her unless absolutely necessary. I believe it will be safest that way.
Then Duke Ashmoore and Duke Rickhardt spoke. Both were displeased with their respective courts. Though, Duke Ashmoore awarded me status for my assistance regarding the Davenport murder investigation. I am happy to be of service to the Elders in the area.
The rest of the evening was an utter disaster with the spirit manifestation, possession and malicious pranks. It did not help any that the Regent was put incommunicado for the evening as well, making it seem that Zacharie and I were on our own. Between that, the nightmares which are getting worse by the day, and the sudden authority given to Clan Tremere in this matter, it is a wonder that I am not mad.
Though, admittedly, there is a certain sense of pride when the entire court turns to you for guidance. Even the Dukes. But, along with that comes great responsibility. It is a heavy burden but we Magi have strong backer and stronger Wills. We cannot and will not fail.
The evening itself was not all bad. Clan Tremere gained a small magic item in the form of a witch-ball - created in the old manner. I, personally, gained an artifact of incalculable wealth. The Gundestrup Cauldron. Philip traded it to me for a Rueben painting. Bacchus. John sent it to me as a gift a few months back. I am certain, in this case, he would understand my using it to purchase this artifact.
The Gundestrup Cauldron is a thing of great beauty. In 9 pieces, a sacred number and of 97% silver, it tells a tale as old as time. In my examination of it, I could sense the faint resonance of Old Magic from centuries past. I must remember to write our Sire and ask for the manuscript we have on this artifact. Perhaps, I can reawaken centuries old Druidic magic. That would be quite the discovery.
Recently, I have re-consecrated my temple in the Garden and have, just last night, blessed several Talismans in order to protect myself from the spiritual disturbances going on in this area. So far, it seems to be working. Though, even if it does not, I have found a renewed sense of calm within myself because of my sacred Workings. This is a lesson to myself. If nothing else, when all goes to hell, I have my Faith to draw upon.
Hopefully, my effort is not in vain and I shall be able to give the courtiers some much needed advice on how to protect themselves from this growing evil.
I worry for you, my friend. I hope you are fairing better than I during this time of trouble. I wish you were here with me. Together, we could stand against this darkness. For now, your memories will have to be enough.
Love,
Kayley
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