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When the light of God’s presense darkens beneith increasing doubt, one sees power lurching into norms; one is left asking if the whole structure is arbitrary (that is, insane). If good conduct means nought more than to be steered by evolution—that is propagation and self-preservation as is pragmatic in society—what are knights and witches to do?

In the early years of the 19th century, a clerk-to-be starts a apprenteship at a cotton mill in a village on the eastern peripheries of civilisation. It was a lowly position, but it wasn’t employment that drew him, not really. Already’ was the lure of the great woodlands—and there was no small hope of divinity, for there was being at its most honest—untouched by either the enlightenment or industrial revolution that had robbed the strength of religion and mystics both. The borderland too offered a fragility of law—which seemed necessary for one’s natural dignity to mature: the chivalry of the ancients. But it was what he found in the library that finally gave the courage to go; annotations pencilled in long forgotten books and, through their roundabout ways, hinted at the hidden church, with indication that it might be better found in those regions more remote. What was more remarkable though was the suggestion that, whatever the Poet had planned, the Satan and Eve that Milton described, now appeared as a nascent vision of forces now overdue to rehouse power in its rightful hands.

As the option of valour sits waiting, with all the love and violence childhood promised. Only then, as the village's Autumn bleaks to Winter, the first murder occurs.

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As the light of God’s presence darkens beneath mounting doubt, one understands power is heaped into norms none-the-less; one is forced to ask if the whole structure is arbitrary (that is, insane). If good conduct means nought more than to be steered by evolution—that is propagation and self-preservation as is pragmatic in society—what are knights and witches to do?

In the early years of the 19th century, a clerk-to-be starts a apprenticeship at a cotton mill in a village on the eastern peripheries of civilisation. It was a lowly position, but it wasn’t employment that drew him, not really. Already’ was the lure of the great woodlands—and there was no small hope of divinity, for the wilds offered a vision of being at its most honest—untouched by either the enlightenment or industrial revolution that had robbed the strength of religion and mystics both. The borderland too offered a fragility of law—which seemed necessary for one’s natural dignity to mature: the chivalry of the ancients. But it was what he found in the library that finally gave the courage to go; annotations pencilled in long forgotten books and, through their roundabout ways, hinted at the hidden church, with indication that it might be better found in those regions more remote. What was more remarkable though was the suggestion that, whatever the Poet had planned, the Satan and Eve that Milton described, now appeared as a nascent vision of forces now overdue to rehouse power in its rightful hands.

As the option of valour sits waiting, with all the love and violence childhood promised. Only then, as the village's Autumn bleaks to Winter, the first murder occurs.

Tramps of Amenroad, Volume I (2nd edition)

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