Geoffrey Background

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Ah Geoffrey of Chester, Geoffrey of the de Gris family, good Norman stock, now well integrated into the English of the port of Chester. Geoffrey the youngest of three brothers, all three hale and hearty, all lucky (so far) in the Crusades. Geoffrey, the poor third son, who will never inherit, not now that Henry, the eldest is back home, married, and with three sons himself, the oldest now 15.
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"Ah, Geoffrey of Chester, Geoffrey of the de Gris family; good Norman stock; now well integrated into the English of the port of Chester.
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He has known this would be his fate, ever since old enough to be trained as a squire, and when he comes to it he doesn't really care. He's a good enough warrior, a fine warrior, and he knows it. He's no need to settle - proud as he may be of his family, his family doesn't need him. He has no children yet - or none to speak of, none he can be sure are his.  
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"Geoffrey, the youngest of three brothers; all three, hale and hearty. All lucky, thus far, in the Crusades.
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Although in a sense he has a child - Cadmon, or Bedo as he calls himself these days. The child he met in Chester as a boy is still a child in some ways. Intelligent yes - fiendishly so but simple too, despite his best efforts, in the ways of the world. Although he has travelled, even into the Holy Roman Empire, his letters show he's not changed except to become quieter, and stranger. That's not the reason to travel, travel with the crusading armies is the way to travel, meeting, drinking, and fighting for the Church.
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"Geoffrey, the poor third son whom will never inherit. Not now that Henry, the eldest, is back home and married with three sons himself; the oldest now 15."
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And yet, Bedo is coming hme, home to the Marches by the sound of it. A friend is still a friend. Maybe this time he can make him more of the man he should be.
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"He has known this would be his fate, ever since old enough to be trained as a squire, and when he comes to it he doesn't really care.  He's a good enough warrior, a fine warrior, and he knows it.  He has no need to settle; proud as he may be of his family, his family doesn't need him.  He has no children yet, or none to speak of; none he can be sure are his."
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"Although in a sense he has a child, Cadmon (or Bedo as he calls himself these days), the child he met in Chester as a boy, is still a child in some ways. Intelligent... yes, fiendishly so, but simple too, despite his best efforts, in the ways of the world."
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"Despite having travelled widely, even into the Holy Roman Empire, his letters show that he's not changed, except to become quieter, and stranger. That's not the reason to travel; travelling with the crusading armies is the way to travel...  meeting interesting people, drinking with your comrades, and fighting for the Church."
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"And yet, Bedo is coming home... home to the Marches by the sound of it. A friend is still a friend. Maybe this time I can make him more of the man he should be."
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Current revision as of 10:37, 16 March 2006

"Ah, Geoffrey of Chester, Geoffrey of the de Gris family; good Norman stock; now well integrated into the English of the port of Chester."

"Geoffrey, the youngest of three brothers; all three, hale and hearty. All lucky, thus far, in the Crusades."

"Geoffrey, the poor third son whom will never inherit. Not now that Henry, the eldest, is back home and married with three sons himself; the oldest now 15."

"He has known this would be his fate, ever since old enough to be trained as a squire, and when he comes to it he doesn't really care. He's a good enough warrior, a fine warrior, and he knows it. He has no need to settle; proud as he may be of his family, his family doesn't need him. He has no children yet, or none to speak of; none he can be sure are his."

"Although in a sense he has a child, Cadmon (or Bedo as he calls himself these days), the child he met in Chester as a boy, is still a child in some ways. Intelligent... yes, fiendishly so, but simple too, despite his best efforts, in the ways of the world."

"Despite having travelled widely, even into the Holy Roman Empire, his letters show that he's not changed, except to become quieter, and stranger. That's not the reason to travel; travelling with the crusading armies is the way to travel... meeting interesting people, drinking with your comrades, and fighting for the Church."

"And yet, Bedo is coming home... home to the Marches by the sound of it. A friend is still a friend. Maybe this time I can make him more of the man he should be."

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