1832 AD – Paris Fine day in Paris... warm, sunny and best of all, the cholera epidemic has subsided. People fill the streets and parks even with the talk of revolution.
The rumors are of a student plot against the monarchy but I have no concern this. I shall travel soon. This first day of June is just too beautiful to concern myself with issues of students, barricades and uprisings. I'll leave that debate that to professors, mobs and kings.
So after these many centuries, I have discovered the fate of Syragius. In the Bibliothèque Nationale, there is a history of France after the Romans. Here I found a mention. I am not surprised that he never was granted the asylum he sought but instead was imprisoned and slain by Clovis. To the scholars writing this saga, it was centuries ago, distant and lost in the mists but to me, well it is much closer and I admit bitterness remains.
I have decided to retrace the steps I took with Amon years ago. Soon I leave for the coast of Brittany. I know that I must visit a place called Mont San Michel. And of course, though it has been in my possession for years, wear that shirt of brilliant yellow.
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Chapter 5: You Would Know Me As...
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