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A Squeaky Clean Renaissance, Chapter Three: All the World's a Stage
1. A Squeaky Clean Renaissance
Chapter the Third: All The Worldâs A Stage
2. âI have relied on Redcrosse twice already. I will trust this mission to no
one but myself.â
3. âHas your Majesty ever considered the benefits of a theocracy?â
âA theocracy. You make it sound so appealing.â
4. Despite having converted King Cecil the First to the Jacoban
Churchâa religious outlook with which he was in sympathyâ
Shepherdess Duessa felt she did not have sufficient influence over
the King.
5. Seduction had not worked, and after consulting the Royal Advisor,
she had come to the conclusion that it never would work. After
some irritationâshe had always found it effective before---she
considered her options. âThere is more than one way to achieve
influence and power. All for the glory of the Watcher, naturally.â
6. The King, still favorably impressed by the apparent austerity of the
Jacoban priestess, continued to hold court and to attempt to instill
Puritanian values in his subjects.
7. âIt does not matter that you have acquired your manners from observing your
livestock. There is no possible excuse for placing your face directly in your
bowl and inhaling your food.â
âBut your Majesty, we haint got no forks yet.â
âThen invent some. Good heavens, must I do everything?â
And yet, his subjects began to observe that the Kingâs usual sleepless
concentration on his royal duty was failing.
8. âSire, I beg a boon from the Fools, Jesters, and Joculators Guild.
Thereâs a rumor players are coming with their plays and the like.
Thatâs a knock to our livelihood, Your Majesty, andâ
Sire? Sire?â
9. The King would admit to no difficulties, however, and continued his relentless drive
to spread Peace, Rectitude, and Good MannersâSqueaky Cleanlinessâand to bring
about the Renaissance to as many cultures as possible. Advorton was the next on the
list to be Improved, so he sent a challenge to a Tournament of Honor to the
Advortonian champion. While awaiting his arrival, he added to the meticulous notes
he claimed to be preserving for posterity, and then sought the advice of the physician.
10. âMaster Robert, We require your assistance in fortifying Us for the
tournament.â
âA strengthening potion. Yes, I can do that. But if I may take the liberty,
you will first require more general medical treatment. I would prefer to
make a full examination.â
11. But King Cecil had easily prevailed in a game of Kingball, and was
adamant that he was in excellent physical condition.
12. Master Robert had no alternative but to do as he was bid, but as a physician,
he could not help but try again.
âHere is the potion you asked me to make, Sire, but it would be better to
fortify all the humors at once. Perhaps a precautionary bleeding?
âNo, thank you.â
âSome purgatives?â
âNo.â
13. Shepherdess Duessa arrived prior to the tournament, and reminded the King
that an excellent wine had just arrived from Yacothia.
âMy Lord Proxy takes care to remember the tastes of his friends. I admire your
abstemiousness, Sire, but if the physician is concerned for your healthââ
âNot at all. An absurd notion.â
âAnd yet, why not avail yourself of all possible aid? I supervised the shipment
personally.â
15. The physician was not pleased with what he found.
âSire, again, I do not want to give offence, but I must be blunt. My physic can
do you limited good. Your iron constitution is not as it was. You must
isolate and eliminate the evil element entering your system. Otherwise, I
cannot answer for the consequences. Otherwise, it will destroy you.â
16. Brushing aside the physicianâs warnings, King Cecil began the
final and potentially bloody challenge to the Advortonian
champion. Half the kingdom left its duties to attend, including a
young bard, freshly arrived from a riverside city named Anyder.
The crowd cheered as King Cecil seemed to prevail. Strict and
particular as he was, he was also their King.
17. Cheers turned to gasps as the King staggered, nearly fell, and
almost lost his sword.
19. âAt length, King Cecil swung his mighty blade,
The onlookers, they answered with a roar;
Sir Geoffrey shook his head from where he laid,
And woozily he asked, âWhere is the door?ââ
âAnd THAT is how the King defeated Sir Geoffrey the Inebriated.â
The Bard Tarleton Somerset had found that some embroidery of the
truth paid.
21. In addition to performing on the lute, the cittern, the tabor and the
fife, Tarleton ran the local tavern, the Valiant Titmouse. The tavern
wasnât a bad place to perform plays. There was a built-in audience,
and the more ale they drank, the better the pay.
22. Since he also wrote every play performed in the tavern, he worked
day and night to write, perform, and supervise the purchase of ale.
23. Concentration was not always easy, as urchins had free access to the tavern
and often wandered upstairs to the room where Tarleton slept and wrote,
screaming and picking fights. Still, he learned to do it, as he had no choice.
Staying indoors was no hardship, as Tarleton was a very nervous person and
profoundly afraid of monsters and the dark.
24. King Cecil had granted permission for a Battle of the Bards, to be
attended by poets from all the neighboring countries. Puritania, once a
cultural backwater, now seemed quite an attractive place for players who
wanted a permanent establishment.
Tarleton was torn. More and better plays would make the theater more
interesting and popular, and yet competition might destroy his budding
career.
25. Tarleton first introduced himself to the only woman bard at his
tavern.
âYou wouldnât be Anon., would you? Because Anon. is my
absolute favorite poet.â
She shook her head. âNope, sorry. My nameâs Haley.â
26. âIs that so? Well, at least let me buy you a drink.â
âDonât mind if I do!â she said, taking a goblet of wine.
Tarleton watched her anxiously.
âAre you thinking of staying in Puritania after the competition?â
he asked, half hoping and half dreading the answer.
27. âNo,â Haley the Bard said with a smile. âIâm going back home. Iâm
just starting to do well there, and I canât afford to give up and start all
over. You know how it is.â
Tarleton did indeed know how it was. Reputation was everything to a
player.
28. âI understand that you are very popular, Bard Maurice.
Those heroic plays where the hero stands right in the middle of the stage
and screams? Brilliant. Iâm a huge fan.â
âI was wondering if youâd consider a collaboration after the contest is
over. Maybe I can toss in a little light comedy, a bit of romance, maybe
another hero who thinks aloud a lot? A bit with a dog? Something for
everybody.â
29. Bard Maurice did not approve of this idea.
âCollaboration? A bard of my stature, collaborate with you? Mix
in trash with my heroic drama? I would rather be stabbed in the
eye.â
30. The bard Philaster, famed for his romantic dramas, also had
nothing to say to the idea of collaboration. Lovers took deathless
vows in his plays, usually dying in a large heap after making long
speeches, but Philaster had nothing to say to his mistress Fiona,
either, and she sat in the tavern, looking awkward and alone.
31. Tarleton had spent his entire life amusing people, and he
instinctively made his way over to the sad woman and performed a
small conjuring trick.
32. It did not hurt that she was very beautiful, and many thoughts
occurred to Tarleton simultaneously, most of them to do with
money.
33. He drew her into a conversation.
âPhilasterâhave you ever performed in any of his plays? He
specializes in romance. I would have thought you would be a natural
for that.â
34. She smiled, but shook her head.
âPhilaster says that boys are much more romantic. On stage, at any
rate.â
Tarleton also noticed that she had a rich, carrying speaking voice: an
excellent quality for what he had in mind.
35. âThere is a tide in the affairs of men
That, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.â
âHmm. Thatâs not bad. Iâll have to use that in something.â
âWhat an opportunity! Itâs bold, itâs different, itâsâimpossible if she
doesnât agree to it.â
36. When the tavern was nearly quiet, he seized his chance.
âFionaâitâs Fiona, isnât it?--Philaster really has never permitted you to perform?â
She looked taken aback.
âNo, of course not. Everyone knows itâs against the law for women to act.â
âItâs NOT,â Tarleton said emphatically. âIt just isnât done. Players arenât afraid of
being put in the stocks. Weâre afraid of thrown fruit. But I think,â he took a deep
breath, âitâs worth the risk. If youâll agree.â
Something must have conveyed to Fiona that Tarleton never took unnecessary risks.
She agreed.
37. âAssist me, Wit,â he muttered later. âThis will have to be completely
different. There will have to be enough for Fiona to do, but not too much,
because she has not performed before. The audience needs time to get used
to the idea of a beautiful woman onstage, and to like the idea. And weâve got
to avoid fruit.â
38. âLadies and gentlemen all, for your entertainment and edification,
we now present to you Donald the Twelfth and his Extremely Good Looking
Girlfriend.â
39. The audience was stunned by Fionaâs beauty and by the love
scenes Tarleton had added to a run-of-the-mill history play. They
wept as Donald bade farewell to his Extremely Good Looking
Girlfriend.
40. King Cecil, who was present, averted his eyes from the more
flamboyant love scenes, but otherwise he seemed pleased.
41. They ended the play to tumultuous applause. There could be no doubt
that Donald the Twelfth had won the competition, and that Fiona, the
first actress in Puritania, had ensured its success.
Flushed with happiness, Fiona ran off to tell Philaster that she loved the
stage, and that if he would not write parts for her, she would stay in
Puritania and be an actress here.
A loud, unpleasant argument followed, which Tarleton did his best to
ignore.
42. After awarding Tarleton the prize for Best Play, King Cecil dismissed
the impertinent brewer who so often wandered into important
occasions, and questioned Tarleton seriously.
43. The King, now alone with Tarleton, fixed him with a keen look.
âYou would not by any chance be exploiting a superficial physical
resemblance for the purposes of satire?â he asked sternly.
44. âOf course not, your Majesty. That would be in direct contravention
of your Star Chamber Decision 503, in which it is expressly forbidden
to portray the monarch on the stage in any way, particularly for the purposes of
amusement.â
âIn that case, carry on. We must have theater if we are to have a Renaissance,
after all.â
45. âOh, WATCHER, I have looked into the Pit of Death. I will never, ever
do that again.â
46. âHAH, Mistress Fortis.â
âYou wouldnât cheat, would you?â
âOh, no. Lady Fortune is smiling on me today. In fact, I am as lucky as a
multitude of ducks.â
âHow do you know that?â
âI just do. If I werenât, I would probably be in the stocks right now. So I
might as well bet my doublet and hose, because I will win. And I did.â
47. In the Castle, the conversation had reverted to the tournament
and tactfully made no mention of Donald the Twelfth.
48. âI was most impressed by your fighting skill, Your Majesty,
especially as you were not trained to arms from your youth. I am
keen to aid you in the next quest to advance your mission.â
49. The King almost smiled a thin smile, then thought better of it.
âThank you, Sir Redcrosse. The next quests do not require your assistance,
and We have already sent for a specialist.â
âWe intend to improve Puritaniaâs culture for the time being, and We
particularly look forward to watching the two churches compete in the
marketplace of the market. Do please assist Sister Una and Shepherdess
Duessa as they ask, and attend to your business as always.â
50. And lo, Sir Redcrosse did exactly that.
âMore weight behind the cut! You fight like a girl!â
âThatâs because I AM a girl, you idiot!â
52. Sister Una did her very best to compete in the marketplace of the
market. Competition was not in her nature, however. She could
only persuade, one person at a time, and such a process was slow.
53. She looked out on the landscape of Puritania wistfully. She had had
such high hopes, and Brother Bonaventure would be so
disappointed.
54. Shaking her head, she went back inside the church. Prayer and work, she
thought. Keeping the floors clean would clear her mind as well.
55. She scrubbed industriously, and the old habit of hard work did make her feel
better. Perhaps it was as well that she did not know she was being watched
from the pews with quiet admiration.
56. Sister Una brought her blessings everywhere. She blessed the traveling
market, hoping that perhaps here was the marketplace of the market King
Cecil had been talking about.
57. She even blessed the bathwater, and was saddened that sometimes the
Puritanians seemed to grow tired of Peace and Love and murmured of
Annoyance and Irritation.
58. She continued to preach, sometimes to a nearly empty church. Tarleton
Somerset came a few times, though he said it was only to admire her speaking
voice. When she asked kindly if he wanted to join the church, he said no.
âThe Church has no love for the theater,â he said. âThe Church would stop
my performing. It would put me out of business.â
59. âFriend,â she said gently, âyou know that is not true. Have you not played as I
preached? Did I stop you, or did I stop myself and admire your talent?â
60. âThe Church has no love for the theater,â he repeated. âI can name you chapter and
verse, and every ancient teacher who has said so. And besides,â he added hesitantly,
âbesides, Fiona now lives with me at the Valiant Titmouse.â
âIt isnât at all what you think,â he added defiantly. âShe left Philaster to become an
actress. She left her native country. She had nowhere to go. But I know exactly what
the Church would think. I know the word they use instead of âactress.â Let the
Church be the Church, and the Theater be the Theater.â
61. Sister Una was much relieved when Sir Redcrosse offered to help her.
âDo not thank me,â he said, smiling. âIt is by the Kingâs orders, though I am
happy to be of assistance.â
62. âNevertheless, I do thank you, friend,â she said. âThe Peteran faith
needs your help. And you are a Peteran, though I would never
presume on that.â
Sir Redcrosse nodded.
âYes,â he said firmly. âI am a Peteran, and your first convert. I will
never forget.â
63. âI was her first convert, Mistress Fortis,â he said, some time later. âHer first
convert. I know you are a Peteran. I have seen you there. You know what
she has to say is good. Can you not come more frequently, even once, as a
favor to me?â
65. Mistress Fortis did come as Redcrosse had asked, as a favor to him,
listening patiently as others talked through Sister Unaâs sermon.
66. She stayed for herself, however, and was very happy to have come after all,
as Sister Unaâs prayers were so sincere and kindly that they would comfort
nearly anyone, Peteran or not.
67. âThank you, Brother,â she said later. âI was losing confidence. Mistress Fortis
comes more often and others have come.â
âYou may thank King Cecil,â he said diffidently, âas the idea was his.â
âBut the action was yours,â she replied, âand the Peteran Church rejoices in you
and thanks you.â
And then there was silence.
68. âHave you no more you wish to say to me, lady?â
âOught I?â she said innocently. âWhat can I answer, other than âthank
you?ââ
70. âThe theater is very suspicious and contrary to the Watcherâs Will. Although it may
be countenanced by the benevolence of the prince, true Jacobans must shun it. Do
not their women show themselves shamefully on the common stage like harlots? â
and female virtue is frail.â
71. Brother Ambrose dutifully wrote the Shepherdessâ dictate down in
a fair copy and stamped it.
âBy authority of Duessa, High Shepherdess.â
âImprimatur.â
--
âIt may be printedâ: Latin.
72. Happy as she was about the growing popularity of the Peteran Church, Una did not
forget her friend Subdeacon Ambrose. He did not appear to be happy. She thought
she understood why.
âI see, friend. Brother and sister in the Watcher though we are, we must be rivals.â
âNo, thatâs not it at all,â Ambrose said, shaking his head.
âAre you unhappy in your faith? Is it the Jacoban Church?â
Ambrose looked startled. âWhat? I love the Jacoban Church. I was raised in it from
childhood. Itâs my home. Itâs not the Church. Itâs her.â
73. âItâs her,â he said quickly, in an undertone. âItâs all her. You have no idea howâhow
awful she is. Please be careful, Sister Una. She despises you.â
âYou must be mistaken, Ambrose,â Una said firmly. âDuessa is my sister. Why
would she despise me? I do not despise her.â
Ambrose looked uncomfortable.
âYou have something she wants,â he said hesitantly. Then he pulled her into a quick
brotherly hug. âPlease, please be careful, and do not tell anyone I said so.â
74. Duessa, the Shepherdess, was very displeased by the new success of
the Peteran Church, and sought an audience with the King to tell
him so.
75. âDoes your Majesty now support the Peteran Church? Are you not a
Jacoban? I can ask the Proxy to excommunicate you. I can have your
entire country placed under an interdict. Where do your loyalties lie?
What leads this country? Who leads this country?â
76. The King met her eyes with an impassive gaze.
âWe were under the impression,â he said coolly, âthat We did. That is
Our head on the coins. The inscription clearly says âCecilius Rex
Puritaniae.â Matters spiritual We leave to you and to your sister in the
cloth. Matters temporal are Ours.â
77. Duessa immediately recognized that she had gone much too far, and
began to repair her mistake.
âForgive me, Your Majesty,â she said contritely. âThe honor of my
church is my honor, and I hope you do not suspect that. I merely grew
concerned that you had begun to favor the Peterans. You are still a
Jacoban, are you?â
78. âNaturally,â said the King, less austerely. âThat will not alter. If your
concern stems from your zeal for the Church, take Sir Redcrosse and
use him as you will.â
âThank you, Your Majesty. I shall.â
79. âWhat IS ailing Ermintrude, Bubbles? She is hungrier than ever and in a foul
mood, even for a Pit Beast.â
âI hardly likes to say, sir.â
âGo on, Bubbles.â
80. âWorrlâsheâs broody, sir, anâ no mistake. It be egg-layinâ season soon, anâ we
ainât got no boy Pit Beasts. Only wizards got âem, see. Theyâs bitty little things,
no biggerân a ladyâs lapdog. It do be sweet to watch âem a-courtinâ sir-- âceptinâ
when the girl eats the boy.â
81. âThere are boy and girl Pit Beasts? Good heavens.â
Bubbles privately thought that Redcrosse probably wasnât clear about boy and
girl humans, either, but said nothing.
82. Putting aside for the moment his confused thoughts on the subject of boy
and girl Pit Beasts, Redcrosse went to the Jacoban Church and offered his
aid as the arm of the King.
83. The Shepherdess was clearly in great need of his assistance, and his
chivalrous and faithful character came to the fore as he stepped forward to
aid a lady and a servant to the Watcher.
84. âRedcrosse,â she breathed. âThank the Watcher you have come. You see how
these heretics persecute the Church. How they persecute me.â
âHeretics?â Redcrosse said, puzzled. âI do not understand the word.â
âHeretics,â she explained. âThey pick at things. At the fabric of belief, at the
fabric of the Church. At me! I am so discouraged, and so frightened. The
Proxy will surely punish me severely.â
85. She looked helpless and fragile, and Redcrosse wondered what color her hair must be
under the clerical headdress. Blond, like Sister Una? But no. He could see a stray lock
of black hair underneath, almost as though it had been arranged there. Andâand he
was to think of Una no more.
âWhat am I to do to assist you?â he asked. âWith these heretics?â
âIn Yacothia,â she replied, âgenerally they are slain. Burnt, or thrown to the Pit Beasts,
if,â she added, âthey admit to their crimes. But they may be exiled. I leave it to you,â
she said demurely, âto do as you see fit, but they must not be allowed to continue to
harm me.â
86. Redcrosse thought unhappily. She was a lady. She was very fair, and she served the
Watcher purely. King Cecil had asked him to aid her in any way he could, and she
must be right, but still, he did not like this business.
87. âSeptimus, is it not?â
âYes, sir.â
âYou know I must send you into exile. There is no help for it. The Shepherdess
has ordered it, and she serves the Watcher. And you are a heretic. Arenât you?â
The man gulped. âYes,â he said softly. âI am.â
88. âThe Shepherdess must be right, but. . .
I have it. Go to my hermit. Trevisant. He raised me from an infant, and he is
kind to all travelers. Go to him, due West.â
The old man did not dare meet his eyes. âThank you,â he whispered.
âI will speak sharply to you now. Forgive me, friend. It does not come from my
heart.â
âI understand.â
90. âRemember. West through the forest. Follow the sun as she sets. Tell
Trevisant you were sent by Redcrosse George.â
âThank you.â
91. As Redcrosse carried out his unpleasant task, King Cecil arrived to inspect the Jacoban
Cathedral.
âAdmirable,â he said at length. âI am not able to attend as often as I might wish. Is all
well, ---â
âAmbrose,â said the Subdeacon, supplying the name. âSubdeacon, or plain Ambrose.
Yes, I love serving the Church, and the Proxy.â
âThat is not precisely what I asked.â
âIâm sorry, Sire. My Lady Shepherdess awaits you when you see fit.â
92. The High Shepherdess seemed very pleased to see the King again so soon.
âThank you for your support, your Majesty. We have added to the
architectural detail over the narthex. One of the tiny figures now
resembles you. To the right, naturally.â
âWe see.â
93. âI cannot say how relieved I am that your Majesty has forgiven my
bitter words. I did not mean them. May I make a peace offering?â
âWe would greatly prefer notââ
âAs a token of my true penitence, Sire. As a guest in my home, and
as a son of the Church? I would take your refusal to drink greatly to
heart.â
94. And caught in a web of his own courtesy and Good Manners, the King
had little choice.
95. âI have sent the heretic on his way, lady.â
âBoth of them?â
âBoth? . . .â
âThere were two. Surely I mentioned that. There is another in the
town square, boldly telling lies about me. I would be so grateful. I
rely on you absolutely.â
96. What could Redcrosse do, when a lady, a woman of the Watcher,
relied on him absolutely? What could he do, when she placed her
hand on his arm and pleaded, eyes beseeching? He went forth to
behold the heretic.
97. He came across the heretic in the town square, talking to his squire
Christopher.
âI have not enjoyed a conversation so much sinceâwhat is your
name?â
âItâs Bethany.â
âOh, no. It would have to be the only girl Christopher has looked at since
Friotheswede died.â
99. âHe is indeed very nice. He is my squire. I am Redcrosse. And I have been sent to
arrest you as a heretic. You are a heretic, arenât you?â
âSo what if I am?â the girl said hotly. âMy grandmother taught me to go into the
woods and love Nature. Iâm not going to stop! Are you taking me to be killed?â
âNo,â Redcrosse said pityingly. âI must send you away into exile, poor girl. But I
cannot send you to Trevisant. I have it. Go South, through the Village. You will find
one of my companions, Dame Britomartis. She will protect you until you arrive at the
convent of the Sisters of St. Bella Cygnus. Just for now,â he pleaded. âPerhaps it has
all been a terrible mistake. Perhaps you can return.â
100. âBegone, witch! Take yourself out of this fair kingdom! Tell all you meet that
we will have none of your wicked ways!â
âTo the South. To the convent of St. Bella Cygnus. Tell the Sisters you were sent by
the adopted son of Trevisantâthey will understand.â
âThank you. Please tell Christopher that Iâm sorry.â
Redcrosse did not know what he would tell his squire. He did not like to
think of it. Was it not enough to have oneâs heart broken once?
101. âI have done as you asked, lady. I have done all that you asked. I hope I have
served you and the Watcher well.â
âYou have. You have my thanks. I know it must have been difficult.â
âYou do?â
âOf course. You are kind and chivalrous, and you have a great heart, and a
sorely wounded one, too, if I am any judge. I know your heart doubts and
grieves, and yet you did all I asked in the name of the Watcher and of King
Cecil.â
102. âAnd not,â she whispered, âin their name alone, I hope.â
Her warm breath tickled his ear, and she slid her hand into his.
âI hope I may rely on you absolutely. I hope I may rely on you in difficult times
ahead.â
His mind began to cloud over.
âYes, of course.â
âOn your honor?â
âOf course.â
103. âAnd may I show you,â she murmured, âhow very grateful I am?â
105. Wherein ye shall read of most marvelous things:
Of the Wizard Busyrane, and his occult assistance in the annexation of
Burdley and of Ticktop;
Of an invasion of the kingdom by diabolical metal monstrosities;
Of Nicola Michaletto, the assassin;
Of a mighty duel fought by Sir Redcrosse;
--and many another such wonderful events, if ye will but please to read.
109. High Kingdom Culture gives you this amusing little buff, âFeeling Refined.â
Note the pinky lifting figure drinking somethingâsurely not tea. If that doesnât
prove that Cecil is spreading Good Manners throughout the Sim World, I donât
know what would.
You may also note that the Jacoban Attendantâs real name isnât Subdeacon
Ambrose, but âChristoperâ [sic.] Because the game provides the usual repeating
EA names, Iâve got no problem with changing them to make them more unique
and interesting. How many âChristoperâs does one Kingdom need?
110. Renaissance Fun Facts
The theater section of this chapter is stuffed with Easter Eggs. Here are a few.
What Tarleton says is absolutely true. Collaboration was common in Renaissance
theater, and yes, Shakespeare did it, too.
! ⯠Itâs only recently (recently = 18th century or later) that we got hung up on who
wrote what, especially in theater. A lot of Renaissance plays are by Anonymous, and
as Virginia Woolf said, âfor most of history, Anonymous was a woman.â
! ⯠Speaking of women, itâs not true that it was illegal for women to act in Renaissance
England. It Wasnât Done, which isnât the same thing. Sensible countries like Italy,
France, and Spain figured out early that women in the cast were good box office.
Once English playwrights caught on, they made sure to include lots of scenes where
the female characters had to take off their clothes.
111. Credits
Opening picture: Sketch of the Swan Theatre, Johannes de Witt.
Passages quoted from William Shakespeare, As You Like It, Julius Caesar, Twelfth Night, Tom
Stoppard, Shakespeare in Love, and names mostly from Edmund Spenserâs The Faerie Queene.
Inspiration lifted from nearly every Medieval and Renaissance text that isnât nailed down.
Alarming wine fortifiers by ?
Printerâs mark, Sacrobosco