Post by Septon Abelar on Jun 27, 2018 5:09:57 GMT 1
Abelar looks pleased at Ser Donnel's interest in matters of faith at the tourney, though he does not smile. "There is no official gathering scheduled, but I will see that it happens. Opportunities for men and women of the faith to gather like this are uncommon. Best seize the opportunity. Mayhaps one of the other septons can advise us on a suitable match for your son. And no, the tourney will not be dull. The Seven put me here for a reason, and I will squeeze every ounce of justice from my time here. I will be able to meet men that I know only by reputation, or that I knew as babes, and see if they have grown sturdy."
Answers like this are not uncommon for Abelar, though it is mystifying what drives the man. He claims to enjoy things a normal man does--watching a tilt or eating a fine meal--but he seems to take no pleasure in it. Instead, he uses those occasions to impose his very specific flavor of piety upon all those present. He has a way of inspiring fear and self-loathing among others. You've seen smallfolk who run, wild-eyed if they see him coming, and yet keep returning for weekly confession, bent on impressing him with their simple piety.
When Ser Balon speaks of Ser Quentyn Ball, Abelar holds up a hand. "I did not forget your service to Ser Quentyn. However, knights of his station keep many squires through the years. He will have his own favorites--not every squire is beloved by his knight for all time. As one of many, you must continue to impress him even after earning your spurs." The septon leaves his comments there, not wishing to be drawn into the unsteady terrain of the technicalities of knighthood and squiring.
Answers like this are not uncommon for Abelar, though it is mystifying what drives the man. He claims to enjoy things a normal man does--watching a tilt or eating a fine meal--but he seems to take no pleasure in it. Instead, he uses those occasions to impose his very specific flavor of piety upon all those present. He has a way of inspiring fear and self-loathing among others. You've seen smallfolk who run, wild-eyed if they see him coming, and yet keep returning for weekly confession, bent on impressing him with their simple piety.
When Ser Balon speaks of Ser Quentyn Ball, Abelar holds up a hand. "I did not forget your service to Ser Quentyn. However, knights of his station keep many squires through the years. He will have his own favorites--not every squire is beloved by his knight for all time. As one of many, you must continue to impress him even after earning your spurs." The septon leaves his comments there, not wishing to be drawn into the unsteady terrain of the technicalities of knighthood and squiring.