Sunday, August 08, 2010

Heading to Paris H. Palace Hostel

Monte-Cristo, 19th July 1713

The carriages swiftly run along the well-paved streets of Monte-Cristo, leading their passengers towards their destination in the luxurious Paris H. Palace Hostel. On the leading coach, Lord Louis-Ferdinand Celine Saint-Gobain accompanied his Catalan/Galatan guests while illustrating them on some Monte-Cristan peculiar traditions. To his undisguised satisfacion, he soon learnt that Marquis de Vilana had personally taken care to acknowledge his retinue about a good deal of these pecularities, and that Monte-Cristo harbour wasn't unknown to most sailors of the legacy.

However, Monte-Cristo daily life still deserved some surprises to the travelers. For example, it happened that, several times during the course, the coach driver had to dodge some small carriages which, to Lieutenant Leibnitz's surprise, were pulled by goats.

-Were'nt you aware of the existance of such means of locomotion? -Saint-Gobain condescendingly asked.

-Oh yes we were, but we couldn't figure it to be so popular here -expressed de Vilana, also simulating surprise.

-Certainly, in other lands they are used only as a form of entertainment for children of the Aristocracy. Here we perceived the benefits of widespreading its normal use among popular classes too.

-These must have been significant, to encourage such artifacts despite the added difficulties posed to road traffic -Vilana concluded in such a humorous tone that caused a discrete laugh of Saint-Gobain.

-Quite an interesting idea to be tested at home -Leibnitz thoughtfully answered-, in not too densely populated areas at least...

-True, please feel free to examine one of them whenever your duties allow you to -agreed Saint-Gobain.

The caravan finally arrived in Paris H. Palace Hostel, where the Catalan/Galatan Legate would be hosted during his Monte-Cristan stay, along with the two officers of his company -lieutenant Leibnitz himself and Joan Ventura, the xebec captain. The rest of carriages -ad-hoc requisitioned mailcoaches most of them- continued their course leading the legacy sailors and soldiers to a large inn in the sorroundings.

-It is the Prince-President's own will that each sailor or soldier of your company, when not on-duty, deserves if not a room, at least a bed purely of his own -Saint-Gobain explained.

-His Presipapal Highness is most kind -Vilana answered, warmly impressed.

-Besides of the on-duty members of your own retinue -Saint-Gobain continued-, you will have a sous-lieutenant of the "Gardes de l'Etrier" and a coach from the "Ecuries et Equipages" at your disposal all day round, for whatever you need.

Leibnitz recognized in the sous-lieutenant that same beautiful woman first watched at the pier, and silently appreciated the lucky coincidence.

-Now I must leave you, my distinguished friends. Once you have appropriately rested and refreshed, His Highness le Prince Ovationné par le Peuple will be most honoured to officially receive your Legacy, let's say tomorrow in the evening -Saint-Gobain concluded -I've also been entrusted to acknowledge you that, thereafter, His Highness would like His distinguished hosts to accept an invitation to a private dinner at Palace. Besides of His Highness, only Mme. Angele de Polihacrilamide and myself will be attending the event.

For an instantly moment, de Vilana felt overhelmed by so many marks of attention and friendliness from Monte-Cristo, which he had expected by no means; so much he was impressed, that his long diplomatic experience wasn't enough to completely mask his more than evident emotion. This didn't pass unnoticed to Saint-Gobain, who diplomatically simulated not to have perceived anything; but to the young female sous-lieutenant accompanying him either, who wouldn't reprime a discrete yet warm smile to the veteran Legate -a smile longly envied by Leibnitz, who was deeply fascinated by her.

-Besides, by a stroke of luck your visit is coinciding with our annual festival of Baroque Music, which is a golden excuse for the most diverse personalities, representatives and emissaries to come in Monte-Cristo, as you can easily imagine -the Monte-Cristan sous-lieutenant added with a smart smile at mouth, this time addressed to Leibnitz, who for sure would be unable to sleep that night, no matter the comforts his room might contain.

This gave to de Vilana a chance to regain mastership of his own, because a name had suddenly come to his mind, so that he instantly took advantage of it: -Before leaving home, I understood that, for this year's edition of the Festival, it was expected the assistance of one of our most brilliant composers and performers, Missenyor Jordi Savall. Our Legacy would be immensely proud to host at this Hostel one of his performances, with His Highness consent of course.


Fitz-Badger said...

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abdul666 said...

Regarding the goat carts, in an idle attempt to impress the visitors with Monte-Cristan wisdom, de Saint-Gobain applied the motto dear to all politicians: "These events are beyond us, let's pretend they are our doing." Actually at the end of the Wars of Religion not a single donkey, mule, horse or ox remained in the Peninsula, but numerous goats had run to the hill and turned feral. When the Black Company settled here and reconstruction began, the retired mercenaries rounded up the goats to provide livestock and also to complement their own draught animals, insufficient for the needs: they had seen many dog carts when fighting in Flanders, and the local Chevres du Rove are large and strong enough.

Soldadets said...


Well, your re-interpretation help me believe I didn't perform this Monte-Cristan scene that bad :D

-of course, Lord de Vilana has been firmly convinced by the Saint-Gobain explanations ;)