The Bishop walked around the house, looking, staring almost as if he was a curious child. He smiled when he looked at things. “Costmary. That stuff never works for me. Rosemary!” Julian chuckled to himself. “Hasn’t kept away nightmares yet.”<br/><br/>He quietly observed everything.  Maybe he was too quiet, but that was only because he had never been invited over someone’s house so quickly. “Wow, you have a great place” he said, stopping short of the room with the bed in it. “Oh, that is not for me” Julian chuckled outloud.<br/><br/>Walking back out to the large living expanse, he looked out the window to see her yard. “Sort of reminds me of the days when I was in the monastery; walls are very similar. Simple windows. I sometimes wish I could go back to that time. Have you named your chickens? We called ours Henrietta. Original, I know.” He opened the window hoping she would not mind some fresh air; Julian could not believe how nice it was outside. Looking behind him, he gently asked if he could move a chair by the window so he could take in the cold refreshing air.<br/><br/>He wasn’t quite sure he knew what to do now; he was in the house with an accused witch who really seemed like no witch at all and he was pretending to be a commoner only because he didn’t want to be seen outside of the castle in an official capacity. He also liked seeing and knowing how the people lived and acted. “Pardon me, Manuela.” The words came off his lips easily, but when he said it – he could not forget how his father used to always tell him, Love Manuela. Love Manuela. He figured his Dad was mispronouncing Manuel, or another name for Jesus.  It sounded almost as if he should know the name, though.<br/><br/>“Pardon me; sometimes I escape from my castle and don’t want other people recognizing me. They’ll probably panic now that they can’t find me for morning Mass; one of the friars will do it and they’ll just curse me under their breath.” Julian stated matter of factly.<br/><br/>Then he sighed deeply before proceeding to his next words. “I’m supposed to ask you a whole bunch of questions now; you know, to find out about you and to find out if you truly are a lady of the magic arts. Do you mind me asking, who is your mother and your father? If I could locate them, they could vouch for you against all these horrible rumors. Perhaps I could even make arrangements for your own living quarters at the castle where you would be safer and I could vouch for you. Or if you didn’t want that, I could at least have a body guard on you as you go about your day until people recognize you are under my protection. Once your parents are known, I know this will clear everything up.”<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-ZiQNvmhRw/TD3k51o9ozI/AAAAAAAAA28/1IYZNYISn08/s1600/encumbS.png">http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F-ZiQNvmhRw/TD3k51o9ozI/AAAAAAAAA28/1IYZNYISn08/s1600/encumbS.png</a>