What's wrong with the Abbot? or "You have within you great strength, a warriors temper also." (Lorimis Log)
Happens a little while after this log: http://rwmuck.limitless.org/rwmuck/content/working-dress-3
RW Abbey: Bell Tower (Outside)
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A magnificent sandstone structure stands tall here on the
edge of the Redwall Abbey open ground near the main building.
Soaring higher then the fabled north gable the towers made
from Redwall's famouse red sandstone blocks has been fully
restored using stones from the old tower and newly quarried
rocks from the original quarry in eastern Mossflower.
The spiral pattern carved into the rock of the tapered
cylinder of the building has been lovingly restored. A double
line of carved stone with depictions of beasts carved into
the deep red sandstone. Badger, Hare, Mole, Mouse, Otter,
Shrew, Sparra and Squirrel. And in light of the new found
friendship with beasts not traditionally of Redwall the motif
continues with Cat, Ferret, Fox, Owl, Rat before repeating the
woodland animals once more.
At the top there is a canopy, as well as a roof made out of
shingles fashioned from some grey sedimentary rock. Held up by
four vertical and three horizontal oak wooden beams. If viewed
at the right angle, the brass shine of two large bells can be
seen hanging from the inside of the tower, forming the defining
piece of the Bell Tower of Redwall.
Above the arched doorway a block of granite has been set in a
frame of Sandstone. Choosen for its long lasting nature and
expertly carved with this message.
~The Great Quake Laid us Low~
~Voices Silenced evermore~
~Or so we thought~
~Redwall's Spirit, made us soar once more~
~Our thanks to all who helped~
~Abbot Lorimis, Elder Benar, Blacksmith Zork, Foremole Diggun~
~Summer of the Bells~
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Exits: [E]nter, [O]pen [G]round
Lorimis the mouse. LilyMoore the mouse.
Someone can be heard coughing just inside the BellTower, a deep, hacking cough and after the coughing the beast can be heard wheezing just out of sight beyond the entrance door.
LilyMoore is passing by the tower, Angela having shooed her away from the embroidery session. The mousemaid is happy...until she hears the hacking couch coming from the tower. Stopping, she goes over to the door and opens it, wanting to be helpful, if possible. "Hello? Are you alright?" Her left paw is wrapped in a bandage.
Lorimis is sat on the stairs, maybe five steps up, leaning against the wall and wheezing gently, he starts at the voice and opens his eyes, "Oh... Lilymoore hello. Yes... I am fine thank you for asking... just... winded myself walking back down the tower is all..." he leans forward and coughs again, his frail body shaking like a leaf
LilyMoore runs forward, concern etched upon her young face. "Can I help you? Should I go get Nana or Dad? Maybe if you get out of this dusty old place.." She reaches out, then hesitates, not really knowing how to help the Abbot, but wishing she did.
Lorimis shakes his head gently and pats her hand, "It is ok Lilymoore, I am fine just out of breath is all. I took the stairs too quickly. Besides we only rebuilt this place last year, no dust." slowly he stands up and smiles upward toward the belfry, "It was worth a little coughing to see them up there shining and ready to be rung."
LilyMoore smiles, on a little reassured, and gazes up at the bells. "They sure are pretty. I'd be afraid that I'd break 'em if I rung them, though." She shuffles a little, trying to gather enough courage to say something that she feels she really ought to say to the Abbot.
Lorimis shakes out his habit as he stands back up and pats her arm, "Well Lily if you wish to learn how to ring them you can. It is a carthatic exercise. I used to be quite the bell ringer in my day."
LilyMoore squints up at the old mouse. "It's a what exercise?" She then rubs the back of her leg with the opposite foot, looking like she wants to say something else, but is politely waiting for him to answer her question.
Lorimis shakes his head, "Never mind my dear..." he gives her a shrewd look over his glasses and sits back down on the steps, "I sense you have something else you wish to talk to me about LilyMoore. We have not spoken in quite some time."
LilyMoore flushes with shame and looks to the floor. "Yeah...Um....I'm really...really sorry about....about the mess...the mess I made in the kitchen. And...an' fer everything..." A tear slips down her cheek. "I...I didn't plan to...I just got mad...I'm so s...sorry..." She sniffs and wipes her tears away on her bandage, but more tears come, and she dare not look into the Abbot's face. She's sure that he's furious with her.
Lorimis looks down at her, his face for the moment impassive, giving away no emotions, "Do you have the book I gave you Lilymoore?"
LilyMoore nods miserably. "Kinda. I left it in the gatehouse 'cause I didn't want it to get messed up in the kitchens. I finished it, but I forgot to bring it back to you. It's sitting on a shelf so it won't get messed up." She still refuses to look up, partly to hide her tears, and partly because she's afraid and ashamed.
Lorimis nods his head gravely and reaches into his habit and pulls out a slim volume, he taps it gently against his chin, "You have within you great strength, a warriors temper also... you must learn to reign in your frustrations. You must control them, not let them rule you. What you did to Lacotas' Kitchen, to the Abbey is unforgiveable. But you are young and learning, you are not the first child to give into a fit of temper." he looks at the book then back at her, "I have a lesson for you to learn Lilymoore and a punishment in mind."
LilyMoore winces, her ears flat against her head. "I'm sorry." she whispers. "What do I need to do?" She rubs the part of her bandage that is on her palm.
Lorimis he holds out the book, "You need to read this, it is the story of Matthias Methuselah Mortimer, when he was young, the son of the Great Warrior Matthias, he too gave into temper and anger." standing up slowly he looks down at her, "Secondly you will learn to ring the Bells, it is a hard job, it is a job no warrior has held before. But in the ringing of the bells you will find a way to release your anger, to channel it into something beautiful... if" he taps the book, "You understand the tale of Mattimeo."
LilyMoore freezes, her eyes wide as she stares at the cover of the book. Slowly, reverently, she takes the book and looks at it. "But...are y'sure I can be trusted with another book?" She slowly looks up at the Abbot's face, and it is plain to see that her cheeks are wet from tears. But she's not crying anymore. "I...I don't know...should I ring the bells? Can I?"
Lorimis says, "You will learn LilyMoore, as I learnt, and Benar learnt, we will teach you to ring our bells and you will learn how to be a true warrior and not just a child with a temper." he smiles and uses the sleeve of his habit to dry away her tears, "You will understand when you read the book."
LilyMoore hugs the book close to her chest as she lets someone else dry her tears, for the second time in as many days. "Thank you. I'll try." She pauses, then adds, "Sir Flicky told me that a warrior fights first with her head, then with her heart, and last with a sword. And then he asked me to be a flower girl at his wedding. Would that be okay?"
Lorimis smiles, "Flicktail is not wrong there, the sword should always be last." he slowly and painfully stands up and groans a bit, his tail twitching, "But as long as you behave at the wedding I see no reason for you not to be a flower-mouse. Just be sure to apologise to Lacota directly and your brother."
LilyMoore looks afraid again, but nods. "Oh...okay. I guess I did mess up Caleb's food, too." She looks beyond contrite for a moment, then she slips the book into her apron pocket and goes to hug the Abbot. "I'm sorry, and thank you." she sniffs, smiles, and trudges out the BellTower door, headed back to her mother and great-grandmother, aiming to help with her party dress as much as she can. And to read the book and be as good as possible.
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