"Please forgive me Father, I have sinned."<br/><br/>Drinian had left Amora's room with no solution; even though he loved her, all the societal mass and peer pressure would not allow it.  First of all, it did not increase Drinian's station nor was there any further gain for his lord through a relationship.  Secondly, the gal's father could most definitely object.  And third, one would be hard press to find a priest would marry people of two different classes; even if they did, it was not legally binding in courts anyway.<br/><br/>So Drinian promised Amora he would work on the situation; he gave her one gentle kiss before leaving her for the rest of the evening.  So, Lord Drinian did the only thing he could think of doing:  visiting his old friend, Friar Benson.<br/><br/>"I love a woman whom society says is outside my class."<br/><br/>Suddenly, the confessional booth opened; Friar Benson came in, closed the door to the penitent's side, so he could talk with Drinian.  "Drinian?  That is not a sin; why do you come here?"<br/><br/>"Because I have heard, Friar, that you bless those in my situation."  It seemed Friar was initially opposed to the idea.  "If you are suggesting that some of your donations to our church would be effected by my not complying ..."  Drinian interrupted, "No, Friar.  They will continue as usual.  But, how can I be with Lady Amora when society says she is just a piece of property?"<br/><br/>Friar continued:  "You know there have been many a man who simply use their property to satisfy their urges, and then come to me for forgiveness.  Have you considered this?"  Drinian thought the idea repugnant!  "And you call yourself a man of the cloth?"  All Friar did was smile; Friar knew now he had a real situation on his hands.<br/><br/>"I could tell your Lord you are going mad with lust, and they could transfer her out of your care?"  But Drinian cried, "No!  You shall not take her away from me."  Benson was at a loss for words:  "So what are you doing here?  I cannot help you; you are not sinning."<br/><br/>Drinian knew Friar Benson could help; but Friar needed to be sure this was not just some fleeting infatuation.  "What is her name."  Drinian smiled:  "Amora; Lady Amora."<br/><br/>Friar just laughed; "So, no one in the world but you recognizes her true place in life.  It seems chivalry is not dead for you.  But why do you come to me?  Don't you know I have full authority to tell you to marry someone of your same class?"  Drinian just stared at him:  "Because, you are different from the other priests.  You actually care what happen to kings of high estate and servants who should be higher than kings."<br/><br/>"I can't advise you very well, Drinian; you are Lord of the manor and highest in your house.  Servants are the lowest.  However, if you felt your servant needed to make a pilgrimage say to a shrine or holy place for a day, I am sure I could make such arrangements with your oversight.  As your spiritual director, I would have to oversee the whole thing, even accompany you."  Friar then made an over dramatic frown.  "I just hope we don't take a wrong turn like I did the last time and end up wandering the countryside."