St Norbert's Eve
Silently the oars pulled thru the mouth of Althavn harbour. The day had come. St Norbert pray for us mumbled the steersman. The crew were sworn to secrecy and to a mission of the gravest endeavour. Von Bergman tossed and turned in his cabin below. It would be a long night...........
He dreamt of towers and ceremonies archane and opulent - he dreamt of Constantinople herself!
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