Kelson had almost had to fight two wars on different fronts at the same time. He really wouldn't recommend it. Thankfully he had been able to take care of one before dealing with the other, but at a cost. He hoped poor Lord Derry's mind would heal after his body had.
"I have no doubt you can convince them. Ultimately it depends on what each wants, what moves who. Some depend more on rational arguments, some inspiration, others will may view it more as an investment and want something in return. But you can do it." Alfred really had no other choice it seemed.
"Your grandfather wanted to unite England?" He wasn't sure where England was or what it was a part of but it sounded important to Alfred.
"Perhaps," Alfred says noncommittally. At times he finds it hard to be optimistic about his chances, especially here so far removed from it somehow it feels more impossible and harder to dream about what could be. Still, he's met someone who knew that he had achieved his goals. That he was the first King of a United England and so somehow it must work but now he can't imagine how he does it. Sometimes, he's not sure he's the Alfred that knight had thought he was.
"Yes, it's not that he was seeking to be powerful, though he did have a certain admiration for the Roman empire and I think he had a vision for a Saxon empire and that started with united the kingdoms into one."
There mere fact that someone had recognized Alfred as the king he would become, even if he wasn't the right Alfred, to Kelson meant that Alfred had it in him. He could succeed. One didn't need to be an optimist to succeed, but it sure helped if one actually thought he could do it. It seemed as if Alfred was struggling under the weight of that crown and the future set before him.
While Kelson didn't have a grand destiny to live up too, he understood somewhat. It was a little weird when your patron saint took a literal interest in your work. He hoped he could live up to the dream, and dismantle some of the rampant bigotry and prejudice that had destroyed so many in Gwynedd over the years. A different kind of uniting.
As for Alfred's history lessons, to Kelson his pronunciations sounded a little off but at least he understood. Although given Kelson's literal visions of Saint Camber...he thought he better double check about Alfred's grandfather.
"Did he have a literal vision or an idea? What would your United England look like? A main seat with individual duchies and earldoms, coming together against the invaders?"
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Date: 2018-05-27 02:43 am (UTC)"I have no doubt you can convince them. Ultimately it depends on what each wants, what moves who. Some depend more on rational arguments, some inspiration, others will may view it more as an investment and want something in return. But you can do it." Alfred really had no other choice it seemed.
"Your grandfather wanted to unite England?" He wasn't sure where England was or what it was a part of but it sounded important to Alfred.
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Date: 2018-06-03 06:30 pm (UTC)"Yes, it's not that he was seeking to be powerful, though he did have a certain admiration for the Roman empire and I think he had a vision for a Saxon empire and that started with united the kingdoms into one."
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Date: 2018-06-04 07:56 pm (UTC)While Kelson didn't have a grand destiny to live up too, he understood somewhat. It was a little weird when your patron saint took a literal interest in your work. He hoped he could live up to the dream, and dismantle some of the rampant bigotry and prejudice that had destroyed so many in Gwynedd over the years. A different kind of uniting.
As for Alfred's history lessons, to Kelson his pronunciations sounded a little off but at least he understood. Although given Kelson's literal visions of Saint Camber...he thought he better double check about Alfred's grandfather.
"Did he have a literal vision or an idea? What would your United England look like? A main seat with individual duchies and earldoms, coming together against the invaders?"