For the Court of Alfonso II, King of Asturia, that blessed share of Espayne yet resisting the grasp of Mecca’s Umayyadi; and for the blessed share of Espayne peopled by the proclaimers of the false prophet of Mecca, but yet proclaiming Christ; and so too, for those within whom His Kingdom reigns; and for all creatures who hear such calls as the false prophet’s, that the earth might be brought to peace by the mastering of men, or that the wrong believing wield a power to injure the righteous in the Reign:  These, writs of God’s children, and of I, Sulucorp, Bishop of Cordoba, called upon by that Sovereign over Asturia, and my teacher, Elipandus, Bishop of Toledo, to make leave of my Cordoba, for to plea to the court of Louis, Sovereign of Aquitania and Holy Rome, that Louis might again join the force of revocation from the Umayyadi what of earth they, by fallen will, beleive to live within; that Al-Hakam be quit from the throne of Cordoba, and Christ restored to Espayne again.  Thus be the proud confession of my intent. 
         Be it hereby known to the legates and the cortege of arms dutifully bound for Oviedo with these writs, or to whom might by unlawful or innocent means acquire them:  Herein are testaments bearing the seal of God’s Louis of Aquitania, that be ordained mens’ labors, loving that God may bless the lands of creatures who serve the wants of those mighty children of God, called benefactors, whose bonds of love are in few places lacking the fiber of unified hope, wove fine to the angst of loosing earthly things: 

Alfonso II, King of Asturia
Louis de Charlemagne, King of Aquitania and Holy Rome
Gaucelm, Count of Rousillon and Sobarbe
Rampo, Count of Barcelona
Aznar de Galindez, Count of Aragon
Borell, Count of Urgell, Osona and Cedayna
Al-Hakam Ibn Hisham Al-Umayyadi, Emir of Cordoba
And all the kin, presently, ibn Banu Qasi

        The patrons ask that the legates stray not from the realms of these first six, and nigh into the last two.  God’s will is.  Whosoever in unlawful or innocent cause looks upon this will, or will not then, exert to bring himself to the unexerting immortal Image by which he was cast, through the cup the Image provideth.

Sulucorp, Bishop of Cordoba
Shawwal, Anno Domini 817, Hijiri 202


beneath the authority of the wrath of Mecca, may this find ye residing in the true Kingdom.  I write ye both in transcript, for that our salvation is but one thing, with differed prices for the differed hearts, and time might be short before the fates. 
Sire, brother, be ye in the fate of glory.
         Louis is drawn ‘twixt foes.  He’s north to court chieftains round Aachen.  We await his choosing.  He seems yet calculating.  I beg ye have faith.  We are promised nothing but by faith.  And by this is promised a thing total indeed.  And was it not promised, to anyone, that joyous ones would not be counted among they in the service of the original lie.  And a hellish passage for any man might it be, unto Heaven or not. 
         Ye commission have I executed thus:  For the sustenance of Asturia’s stoic opposition to Mecca’s terror, and for the liberation of greater Espayne from the false prophet’s  wanton and flesh-appealing grasp, and toward the destiny on earth that is “bringing into captivity every thought to the obedience of the Christ.”  I did inform to Louis that the obedient subjects of the Reign of God, within free Espayne as within the Umayyadi, are courageous in the current of God’s times, true to the Reign - believing in eternal life, not hating the prophecy ever moving, and standing to choose Christ’s Good Message unto the end that gains for them the earth.  I argued for the quittance of Mecca’s deception, from Espayne to the thrones of Reims and Holy Rome, and  I painted freely the clever and insatiable march of the Deceiver’s myriad lieutenants, who wilst toil unto the day of the death of their beloved lies, aged branches each, high above their trunk born in Eden.
         Sire, Elipandus, ye know Louis’ lords hath trade with the Umayyadi, pressed by their other foes and discontents into such.  Hereby both do good profit.  Louis fears the Umayyadi name, but not so wholly as ye, nor so knowing its wiles and horrors.  He beholds they make a rabid call for the denial of Christ; but nay, not how.  I did inform. 
         Not morn nor eve passed without my plea to Louis’ court the danger before them, of the deluge of wanton man standing ready, stroking his merchants’ sleeping brows, spooning to their gaping mouths the ores that sate the wanting, husbanding then more invincible wantings, buried deep in the cloak of freedom.  And each day I pled the way forward I wit to see our flight from the dire precipice to which Mecca hath pressed us, pointing to signs alighting that seeming distant victory. 
         In duty, good Alfonso, I received and passed to Louis your word, of the death, beneath God’s will, of Amrus ibn Yusuf, who thrice pushed his Mecca north, dismembering the turning of Pamplona and Aragon to Christ.  And so too I told to Louis the vapors that are the morrows of his southern Counts, ever more in vacillation ‘twixt Christ’s victory, grasped by nigh but lone hearts, and Mecca’s faith for what lay in the offing of earthly exertions, dependent ‘pon hearts party to an earthly bond.
         Sire Alfonso, I told of your glorious arms and your stoic lot, given to Christ more than to earthly life.  I told how ready they of Toledo and southward are to march, once ye breach the line and show the tide by the worry on our masters’ faces, as they hoist pomp and rush north to meet your lieutenants
whose hopes be so pitched in the enemy’s submission.    
         And I told that the Emirs grow ever more petulant in the dance, turning toward the lovers of Christ within them more wrathful each year, looking to expunge doubts cast on the heaven of their prophet, that render tepid and frail the hoisted legions of their prophecy’s fulfillment.  “We pray that we are not tepid, Louis,” said I, “We are in the enemy, not looking at him from afar, and we pray to not be tepid.  We pray we have no doubt.  We pray we walk according to the Spirit, and not the flesh.

         ‘No man can serve two masters…’
         “For them it is not so.  Shame descends on Arab hearts, by battles lost to unproclaiming men.  Then doth vengeance come, to quit the faithlessness that loses; to grind the every will that dares proclaim the one, true prophecy - our Good Message - that be find’n no cause in their gnashing cry to arms, but only, with noble, glorious insolence, gain in the fleshmortal penalty - our foretold persecution - lahsed ‘pon us for abstaining from the legions of the false prophet of the anxious good.”  
         I told of our injuries there, on Mecca’s side, wherein resides the flesh of the flocks of I and dear Elipandus.  I told that the commanded soldiers of the false prophet’s wanton empire call out from us denial of our victory - our present salvation - making children of God flee Christ’s promise, unto the arms of the salvation of the flesh.
         On the fourth day I told the fates if we do not soon be of Christ’s path.  Said I to the court, 
         “Hearts will grow weak ‘twixt the new wrath and angst for losing the earth.  The accession will then be weighted thus:  The deceiving prophet’s vision seeming sweet, his supplicants, will first consume nobly the valiant, then boast over the new believing.  Into this lot will be drawn even those who believe neither for Mecca’s plot, nor by Golgotha’s victory, but by the oracles of reason and nature.  This sum, I tell you, of some ratio known only to God, of habits and gods and reasonings proclaimed good and just - each lying outside salvation and inside hope and earthly strain - will pour then through the Pyrenee.”
          And yeh, Sire, I, holding faithful to your calling, told of Sobarbe, lost to Mecca from Louis’ father but gained again by your beloved Gaucelm, whose victory will sow hope from Jerusalem to Toledo, and onto Reims.  And yeh, Sire, I implored, delicate but convicted, that Louis shouldst not be so cautious for where loyalties wilst lean ‘twixt Asturia and Aquitania and the Umayyad, for that the times of Aquitania and Sobarbe, and Holy Rome, and all the names of the orders beneath the benefactors, will descend unto ash either on or before Armageddon.  And on or before that day each heart will be taken to its place - they beholding the just provision of God unto salvation; they wanting, holding hope in the myriad limbs of the deception of man’s just, or soon just, provision, unto the death eternal.

         ‘And ye - seek not what ye may eat, or what ye may drink, and be not in suspense, for all these things do the nations of the world seek after, and your Father hath known that ye have need of these things; but, seek ye the reign of God…’
         “Yours, Sire Louis, is not to calculate the winning of hearts and battles, but to go forth rightly, against that which ‘tis commanded, and to be receiving with love that which ‘tis commanded.
          “Sire, I do thee give respect by law due.  Do dispatch me to my patrons if I make offense.  But in Christ I believe I implore thee this:  Have courage for the test ahead.  Be it that your own eternal life, for salvation, is ye highest cause?  ‘Tis nothing greater in the eyes of God.  And ye are knowing, in this pursuit no generosity is injured, and no generosity you may give doth divert it.  So then, if salvation ‘tis ye highest cause, do ye believe our Christ, who says,

         ‘No man can serve two masters: for either he will hate the one, and love the other; or else he will hold to the one, and despise the other. Ye cannot serve God and mammon.  Therefore I say unto you, Take no thought for your life, what ye shall eat, or what ye shall drink; nor yet for your body, what ye shall put on.’

         “Then ye are believing that anxiety for earthly things hath been called a denial of salvation’s invincible gift.  Know ye that a denial of Christ and his truths is a forfeiture of salvation?  Know ye that salvation ‘tis not only a writ for a reward of perfect bliss aft death, but was given for ye to be within, in the time of the flesh, that ye may grasp it beyond.  Hark ye Christ, saying of how the salvation be sought:

         “…be not in suspense, for all these things do the nations of the world seek after, and your Father hath known that ye have need of these things; but, seek ye the reign of God, and all these things shall be added unto you…’

         “And when doth the Reign come?  Sayeth Christ:

         ‘Verily I say unto you, That there be some of them that stand here, which shall not taste of death, till they have seen the kingdom of God come with power.’

         “And where be it?

         ‘And having been questioned by the Pharisees, when the reign of God doth come, he answered them, and said, ‘The reign of God doth not come with observation; nor shall they say, Lo, here; or lo, there; for lo, the reign of God is within you.’

“And how might come the misery of its loss?  In Heaven it will be spoken by the King:

         ‘Go ye from me, the cursed, to the fire, the age-during, that hath been prepared for the Devil and his messengers; for I did hunger, and ye gave me not to eat; I did thirst, and ye gave me not to drink; a stranger I was, and ye did not receive me; naked, and ye put not around me; infirm, and in prison, and ye did not look after me.
         ‘Then shall they answer, they also, saying, ‘Lord, when did we see thee hungering, or thirsting, or a stranger, or naked, or infirm, or in prison, and we did not minister to thee? Then shall he answer them, saying, ‘Verily I say to you, Inasmuch as ye did not to one of these, the least, ye did not to me.’
         ‘And these shall go away to punishment age-during, but the righteous to life age-during.’

         “Sire, I plead ye be generous unto Asturia.  Costly are the affronts to deceptions like Mecca’s and Mammon’s.  But ye shouldst be believing that the victory of the Reign of God descends on the beholding heart.  The heart beholding the Reign knows no charge.  It knows no loss. 
         “Or do ye believe it only descends aft the Armageddon, whence on earth all thoughts are heeling to Christ, whence the times of the nations are fulfilled and on earth remaining and returned are all those whose thoughts were and are heeling to Christ? 
         “Verily, of this speaks the Word.  But Sire, ye know that Louis’ entrance to the inheriting roll strikes on or before that day.  On or before that day is when ye shall show yourself heeling to the thoughts of Christ.  Do ye believe the Word sayeth that with faith all the fiery darts of evil ye may quench?  Believing in God’s just provision - through all the fiery fates - ‘tis how ye heel ye thoughts to Christ.  ‘Tis how ye inherit eternity. 
Being in the Reign of God ‘tis how ye live, and die of flesh, but yet live.

         “Sayeth Christ to the multitudes:

         ‘Whoever doth will to come after me - let him disown himself, and take up his cross, and follow me; for whoever may will to save his life shall lose it; and whoever may lose his life for my sake and for the good news’ sake, he shall save it...”

         “Forgive me, but pity ‘tis ye peek at Gaucelm, and number ye counts round him and wonder of the hearts of Sobarbe.  Sire, our Kingdom is not of this world.  Ye hope Gaucelm not betray?  Ye are not in the Reign, for in the Reign there is no hope, but only wholeness.
This is the Kingdom of God, the kingdom without suspense.”
         How the court hissed!  I was rebuked by the vile.  The gentle’s shamed faces peered at me as if upon a corpse.  But lo!  The king was unmoved but by interest, and begged me on.
        “Yeh,” said I, “generosity be not salvation’s detractor.  ‘Tis the reverse:  Withholding is the proclamation of salvation’s failure.  Yeh, there be many and fair reasons why withholding is just and wise.  But then there is the Word, which says differently.  Which is greater; good sense, or the Word?”
        Sire Alfonso, brother Elipandus, know ye that this speaking was aft Louis’ evasions to my sweeter reasonings.
So too did Louis’ court hear the woe, fresh on hearts, of the defeat and slaying of Velasco, and your uncle, who united Pamplona to true God.  Pled I to Louis, 
        “Lo Sire!  So near Aquitane!  So near Asturia; the few left chartered for Christ!  Sire, Oh dear child of God, our great grandfathers warned us!  We saw the foe at the Pilars of Hercules.  But we looked away!  Liberation drifted from our fingers.  Ever Christ’s prophecy advances! 
“When is the cleaving that makes the lot of death and the lot of salvation?  Mind ye, for the dead of body these are made! 
Mind ye, these are the lots of the evil, and the lot of they beholding the just provision of God - the chaff and the wheat.  They lay, this very day, in the eternal hearts they made on earth.  Deception plays on ye hearts’ hope!  Great and beloved Emperor, Heaven on earth for ye closes onward - round ye choosing heart!  Choose ye lot.  Make ye heart!  Be not afraid!  Fear belies the heart’s loyalty to this world.  ‘Tis the lover’s look away, electing not to be in the place invincible and graspable.  Be not hoping.  Be claiming.” 
Thence great Ebbo begged an interruption.  He levied charge of Goth corruption in our land.  I declared, to Louis and the good many bishops peering at me that day:
“Let us be knowing:  Christ is the son of God.  And let us also be knowing, of Paul’s mouth,

‘…for as many as are led by the Spirit of God, these are the sons of God.’

“The Goths were wont to defend against ye with this of Christ’s Word:

“Why me dost thou call good?  No one good, except One - God…”

“Olden Goths said this.  But ye fathers said of Christ’s mouth, 

‘So long time am I with you, and thou hast not known me, Philip? he who hath seen me hath seen the Father; and how dost thou say, Shew to us the Father?’

“And also they read Peter,

‘Christ also suffered for us, leaving us an example, that ye should follow his steps: Who did no sin, neither was guile found in his mouth…’

And also they read John,

‘In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God; this one was in the beginning with God; all things through him did happen, and without him happened not even one thing that hath happened. In him was life, and the life was the light of men, and the light in the darkness did shine, and the darkness did not perceive it…
‘He was the true Light, which doth enlighten every man, coming to the world; in the world he was, and the world through him was made, and the world did not know him: to his own things he came, and his own people did not receive him; but as many as did receive him to them he gave authority to become sons of God - to those believing in his name, who - not of blood nor of a will of flesh, nor of a will of man but - of God were begotten. And the Word became flesh, and did tabernacle among us…’

“And by this ye have rightly said the seed of the Leaven hath begun, and in this is spoken the eternity of the prophecy, and the incarnation - our example - of a cleaving to God.  Spoken is the freedom aft claiming the power, that comes by being in the forgiveness.  But thence the Goth said,

‘I have come down out of the heaven, not that I may do my will, but the will of Him who sent me’

“And also of Christ’s mouth from the cross,

‘My God, my God, why didst Thou forsake me?’

“And this is the dispute of the corruption ye account.  Who then is God, Who claimed not to be good; Who sweat blood on the eve of crucifixion, and begged to stay in the world of the flesh, to not pass unto His Father, to the place of bliss?  Who is this Christ… sinless… who did tabernacle among us? 
           “The Goth said he was the Son of God; ye, the Son, and of the eternal generation of the Light’s emanation.  Behold then, the darkness perceives not the light - the darkness, not receiving.  Nay, the darkness doth not perceive the authority it hath been given, to become of  the Eternal Generation, to become Sons of God, for having followed in the footsteps of the Christ, who arose from His horror, and willed Himself to be of the Leaven that will not fail its God-told course, willing His heart to become one with the all that hath and will come through God for that therein be the life eternal.”
          And I asked, “In saying these things of the nature of Christ, good Ebbo, who of your flocks was understanding?  Who of the Goth’s flocks was understanding?  Or were ye fathers in Christ not speaking of these things, being too occupied with saying only,  ‘Christ has come and has shown the way to eternal life for the lone choosing man and has shown the coming end of wrath - the likes of which hunger for alliance, and work wrath again at their behest.  He’s come and never by isolation should His power be feared threatened.  Through where the will could master the pain, in truth, did He pass to Heaven.  He wailed not that He be unified tightly against the unrighteous comer, but cried alone against the all that was to be, whilst against this frightened and learned wit was He rebelling as the Father did command Him, slashing a blow to the deceit of fleshly salvation via wrath and law, by drinking the cup the Father poured.  Be of His path, my flock, and be victorious.’
           “Know ye this:  If the Word Asturians and Iberians abuse, God has their fate.  And they not hearing?  These are innocent, having not heard the Good Message, and thus having not been called to make choice. 
           “Good court, I humbly wit this:  All the wills, from the least to the mightiest of Espayne, will not be harmed by their bishops’ saying, nor yours, if Christ’s will and confidence they follow, Be He understood to Be God, or understood to Be the Son, created concomitant with creation, or birthed of flesh and heart in Mary’s womb.  If they’ve confidence in the end He decalreth, and if they believe in the Good Message of His walk, His prophecy, and His victory, then for them He might well be the guiding champion, who was challenged by and pitched mightily against the same sort of flesh within which they too are in bondage. 
            “May it be that in them He will be the slayer of the death made real by the dread bargain erected in Eden.  Christ then walks with them in their wilderness of hungering temptations that seek the denial of salvation’s satiation.  By His life everlasting they will be won to the heart that denies not, but beholds the reward that is greater than the temptations’. 
           “Believing the slaying and subsequent living of Christ, they will see blessed purpose and defining test to the command He gaveth, and be claimant - perhaps by will alone - to Eve’s former ignorance, and to the inheritance of Heaven restored on earth.  He will be the guide unto the Father, with, and within Whom, He resided, resides, and will reside, for eternity, as too might we, on earth, as in Heaven. 
          “These things Asturians and Andalusians believe and do not, and proclaim and do not, as too ye sons and subjects of Charlemagne.  ‘Tis yours, in Christ, to fly into Espayne, to further show the confidence of salvation’s present victory.  ‘Tis not yours to gnash ‘twixt your teeth the nature of the Christ’s blood, with the very sort of angst that denies the victory of its spilling, and His cause, which be to bring the Good Message of our absolute, unwanting, present and satiating eternal salvation, unto which earthly death is impotent.  Shall we do this gnashing, whilst the false prophet of Mecca invades hearts, ‘long side other flows of the stain named history, spilled that woeful day in Eden?  The death of the last of us is not Mecca’s victory.
           “Be ye for the Christianity?  Paul and John spoke the way to know on which side of salvation ye reside:  No proclaiming utterance be above the Deceiver’s usurping.  Yes?  Because of this, neither proclamation, nor oath, nor cant, nor creed, nor asking, nor ceremony, nor pledge, be for they of the true Kingdom able to make the true salvation.  Salvation be in belief.  And every belief has its actions and its inactions. 
          “So then I ask of ye king on earth:  Have ye a trustworthy informant by whom ye swear?  Whence he tells ye the enemy has turned round and will not be at the gates of your castle, and this to your subjects ye do confirm, do ye tell to the legion to sharpen their blades and take to the ramparts?  Perhaps he says, ‘Yes, I do.’  This, good bishops, ye know is by the parsing of the word ‘trustworthy,’ and on behalf of prudence.  But know ye this:  The informant is Christ, and the castle is you - not the flesh, but what be for salvation.  The Informant has told of your salvation, and on behalf of prudence ye have parsed Him with the knives of your dishonesty, and given notice of ye unbelief; and  too ye belief, that this Good Message - nay, that He - is untrustworthy unto the fullest.  This be denial’s action.  This be the action of your belief.  But ye sit here in Reims, far off, and fear. 

        ‘ …be not afraid of those killing the body, and after these things are not having anything over to do; but I will show to you, whom ye may fear; Fear him who, after the killing, is having authority to cast to the gehenna; yes, I say to you, Fear ye Him…’

          “And lest the parable confuse:  Christ and Paul hath not made report that the enemy of the flesh has turned round.  Quite the other.  And the action of belief was told by John in his first letter, and t’was given as undividable, unregulateable, boundaryless command, and is a blessed test, that we may know how we are by salvation defined - in heart’s truth, not in the mouth’s proclamation.  For the boundary of this test look unto the example given at the last supper, at whose feet went unwashed, and who was to be received, and how.  Do not ye deny - with word or deed - understanding what here be said of he failing to do as much.   
         “Proclaim ye the highest things of Christ’s nature, and disdain Goth descriptions - none these will bring to ye salvation, if by action ye deny your own, absolute victory;  if, by action, ye deny the present impotence of the enemy of ye flesh.  For ‘ye,’ ye are the heart, not the flesh, whose Kingdom awaiting was beheld by some in the days of Christ, before they hath tasted earthly death. 

         ‘…there be some of them that stand here, which shall not taste of death, till they have seen the kingdom of God come with power.’

        “Sharpen ye then your beholding, good court; for the assessment cometh riding, and will not turn. 
        “Be ye for Christianity?  Proclaim it if ye will; but be ye also for the Salvation Christ walked, not denying ye invincible victory - a victory not yours whence declared hanging in the balance of things outside your heart.  The heart cannot share itself ‘twixt salvation, which masters bliss, and want, which masters over the toils of this world: 

        ‘No man can serve two masters: for either he will hate the one, and love the other; or else he will hold to the one, and despise the other. Ye cannot serve God and mammon.’

         “Belief - knowing - hath its actions.  Don’t go look’n away whilst merchants - for ye wants - trade ye lives to the Deceiver.  Don’t ye let be corrupt the faith.  Don’t backslide.  Don’t go act’n against the deceiver who is a taker of matter - a taking ye are commanded to give unto, for that beneath it ye are immune. 

        ‘…and him that taketh away thy cloak forbid not to take thy coat also.’

        “Instead, act ye against the Deceiver who fills the heart.  Do this and live to see the name of the Umayyadi perish.”
Of Goth corruption we’ve made no more discourse.
         Yeh, I told and told, foul portent and happy turns, whetting hearts both righteous and anxious, painting fissures in the wall ‘twixt want and what Mecca clinches jealous, and so too, alighting the way of the evil’s routing, from Aquitania to the Pilars of Hercules, and into the true Kingdom’s every heart - the heart that sees no wall but deception’s, for that it wants for nigh but the Kingdom not of this world. 
         But Sire, good Elipandus, have, I plea, no woe in this:  Matters pull the heart of Louis.  The empire ye hoped would come to will long side us is rent by Charlemagne’s son and grandsons vying for election against one another.  ‘Tis a bloody toil ‘twixt their charges.  And this, whilst their ambitions recede before Danes of mysterious wit, and Magyars of known lust, and, yeh, the Umayyad, harrowing and tempting subjects from Sicily to the Pyrenee crest. 
         Said I to the court, of the seeming distant victory,  “Whichever earthly victory may come rejoiced, in Christ’s living way be our victory; choosing not in Christ’s living way, our death.  Behold ye the victory:  Firstly then, by the Word, ye know the victory of the Reign of God be not in question, yeh?  So then ask ye of His living way - the way of victory’s beholding, the way of the living:  On the road to Golgotha, did He veer and hide? 
         “Angst, yes, this He suffered.  But look ye on His words.  Of veering and parries to the threat of earthly death do they speak?   

        ‘…be not afraid of those killing the body…’

         “And He throweth to the gehenna by the choice made by the will of the heart thence thrown or not thrown - the heart that was deceived unto a denial of the things commanded by Christ, for all, as babes, to behold in the Word. 
“Nigh but parries to deception did Christ and the Good Messengers speak.  And ‘pon us too, in these latter days, ‘twas said this usurping of truth would come to snatch our victory.  Well cloaked it’d be, bearing comforts, and timely deliverance.  Yeh, Sire Louis, even Christ’s name.  Why shouldst the Deciever - a celestial beast - be bound by earthly tongues?  Look ye and see the most awesome threat - not a Magyar, nor a Dane, nor a fractuous party - enemies of the flesh all - but a blasphemer, a false saviour, a deciever, a saviour of the false. 
“Courage have ye though; for these, every one, will perish, ‘longside every folly born of the Deceiver’s horrid gift, when all their times be fulfilled, of their path noted doomed from the start, by their design, being nigh but the myriad reattemptings of the Accuser’s knowledge.  Yours ‘tis not to gnash anxious in this war - ‘tis done! - but only to be in the victory, in whatever day ye be, there, before the victory masters the earth, and makes as if before gotten the Serprent’s orders.

‘And ye - seek not what ye may eat, or what ye may drink, and be not in suspense, for all these things do the nations of the world seek after, and your Father hath known that ye have need of these things; but, seek ye the reign of God and all these things shall be added unto you…’
“The anxious are not the beholding; for the thing beheld is the Reign of God, having come in power, where all things be added.  Here, in this place, good court, be a threat or need known?  Nay.  And so now ye know what willing of yours might throw ye to the gehenna:  ‘Tis the denial of salvation - of the being made whole - to be proclaimed by the actions and inactions that show ye are whole by Christ.  Throwing ye to the gehenna is ye action that proclaimeth ye earthly endangerment, which proclaimeth then God’s insufficience. 
“Christ hath given commands - the ones that to ye heart made Christ a hard chieftan.  These are the way, and obedience to them is the sign of being in the Way - the Reign, that is of satiation.  Are these not all against the actions of want?  Know ye that included here is the actions of need - wants that in the absence of invincible life we have named needed.  If in salvation ye have all needed, what need have ye then of the need’s name?
“And so we are brave, and will against deception, even whence to the mathematics of our need deception be named good sense.  King Alfonso and Bishop Elipandus need that ye have the sense to see the times, and smite a wanton thing toiling cross the earth, before it cometh begging more at ye face, to state what ye hath need for.”
Good Alfonso, good Elipandus, so too I bore witness to the loyalties, pitching delirious, ‘twixt Christ’s victory and our ancient hope, dissolving and conceiving in the Prince of this World’s mocking eddy of devotion and betrayal.  ‘Tis presently bearing in belief a looming pallor, in either contestant but Mammon, who is nigh strange to sword, nor lawlessness, nor to reason built of nature, nor to the naming of good; nor to laws that assume, away from our fallen hearts, our victory complete and unlacking, having come in power.  Know ye that laws are the traditions of expectation are built in the alliance for the perception of earthly loss?
“Now,” said I to Ebbo, “in Sobarbe the children of God are barred from venturing to trade with men proclaiming the folly of Mecca.  Behold, the faithless habit.  Behold, the Deceiver’s plot; erecting foes - nay, not to win, but for to be vanquished by the winners of our hearts.  Behold, the benefactors.  What hath they to give?  Hath it not of Christ’s mouth been said, 

‘…be not afraid of those killing the body …’

“If not the preservation of true life, then what?  So council ye to Louis to fear not Gaucelm.  He is a friend in the Reign, or he is dead.  And his loyal hearts be attached to things whose times be spoken, or to that which is eternal. 
“And ye?  Ye are where ye stand, which ye shall know by the proclamation of ye heart’s actions.  Glory be if they are not trembling in future outcomes, or a for a peace assured despite the present victory about us.  Glory be that we are in the actions of the calm that is knowing our salvation - the calm that is one with the commandments of Christ.” 
Sire Alfonso, brother Elipandus, the Pontifex of Rome, kept by Louis’ nephew, Bernard, watches the Umayyad stalk closer.  They come from every side but the Alpen, making holds in Sicily and Sardinia and Illyria, and coming round from fair Narbonne, ready to seize Genoa. 
Born of vessels, they come quick.  And if ye can jump to make bargain and be with this one, this one shall spare ye, as it was with our own fathers, dressed of jute, but with the same love as the electing this day, and the days to come, unto the day of the thief cometh by night, whence hoping is betrayed, and the way of the truly living, left reigning. 
         Beneath Bernard there is nigh confidence but this:  The Papa Stephanus Quintis’  bishops guide the flock nobly, and the sword is oft keeping, for God, the chaff from His Kingdom, lest the Almighty suffer loss.  And these soldiers are well hewn by this belief, and the belief the action declareth. 
         Patience put ye to your hopes; for I’ll soon tell more of victory’s state.  For that I wit ye’ve committed to neither bargain with deception, nor powers whose proclamations decry as fallacy that the Kingdom of God is but for the taking, who live in the things whose ends are spoken by Christ, and that ye are ever keeping to the path of God’s righteousness and God’s unfailing victory, these scrolls encased I now send; a thing we found, which we translate, a story, or legend, shown me by a peasant of Reims.  He claims descendency from fair Guadalquivir, having kin who fled a fate and cleaved to a saving wrath whose warm womb was north. 
          There’s much within worthy to place beside the Chronicles of Pelagius.  It casts God’s place over Espayne, much before the Caliphs pressed over.  By this tale we may show to our flocks the Christ victory, coursing cross wills within Malaca, Cartagena, Toledo, Segovia, Caesaraugusta, Urci, Abdera, Lusitania and Tarraco - round the whole, Sire, of Espayne.  May it be shown by this, to ye legions and their loving bosoms, that ones of our fair Espayne denied fear its wants, when enemies - deceivers by the sword - came calling for their capitulation.  These elected not with fear, but in
victory’s ignorance of the evil’s fleshly threat.
          Many on my side of Mecca’s skin are but softly in the True Savior.  Gracing their memories are tales of great grandfather’s peculiar grace and faith unrestrained from within.  But they gather in the Mosque and procreate makers of need and the truth of deficiency.  And many by my side, true to Christ in most every way, are by commerce bejeweled and landed with them; their hearts tied thus to Umayyad fates, and their jealousy - that bugle of deficiency, proclaimer of faith’s death - leading them to truely have right to retain what is come for.
Sire, Elipandus, man is ever discontent, ever finding way to the loyalties behind the lies provided the baser heart, to which the Deceiver speaks, when he speaks to the flesh and, forget we not, to the pride - that stone benefactor of the heart, that wields for the spirit by the lessons of the flesh. 
         Hark the discontent and the whims:  Forty years before today Abu Taur and Sulayman Arabi turned from Mecca to Christ.  And Mutarrif al Umayyad was slain by the Pamplonans, and then these brave slayers made to fade to the wood by Amrus Yusuf, before again your uncle turned them again against Mecca.  And Amrus was sired Goth.  And Abu Taur’s grandfather was of Christ, before turning to Mecca, for the retention of his luxuries, just as the banu Qasi.  The turns of these; did they not owe much to the state of the steadfast acquiescence to Heaven - the believing - of their lowest charges?  A tyrant has nigh without the insatiation of his subjects. 
           So say I, put every scribe to ink this I send; for turning the tide of Mecca, in the each heart, will require the each heart being deaf to the Prince of this World’s orders, as it was willed so deaf by some herein. 
           The Pelagian declares Asturia’s due heritage in Christ; this I send, all Espayne’s.  When your lieutenants press forth, with or without Louis, this tale will add pride to each man and woman who sees the good side, as fate begins to spell the victor.  By this tale, of ones who before us strained against the Deceiver, the vestment of truth will join glorious and shining round grandmothers’ old testimony, quitting it from Mecca’s scroll of heresies. 
          To sword many will be called by the approaching battle cry.  To belief’s confidence will they run - to the hope that proclaims our Lamb, or, Sire, the Lamb that proclaims hope fulfilled. 
           And be assured, they who mingle nigh with us, receiving neither this nor the Pelagian, at the eleventh hour will begin to hear the released and beholding voice of they who’ve heard truth, who are the meal leavened.  These who tabernacle nigh with us will perchance remember stories of our Christ, planted by a single seed of Iberia, dipped long ago into Arab and Berber blood, or planted by a playmate, or by the stateless bard of the wandering caravan.  Glory be that some will remember dimly the queer, mystic, inheritance of the meek.  Seeing round them a new confidence, to this ominous paradox from death they’ll fly mightily, or, good bishop and good king, unto life, in God’s almightiness - as it was with Christ’s passage unto victory, won yet again at the court of Pilate.  This they’ll do, seeing that Christ was smote from Espayne; or followed true, by a multitude, watching now from their reward.
        This grain of God’s will begins seven-hundred and thirteen years ago, in the steeps and valleys of the trickling upper reaches of the Guadalquivir, deep within the blossom of the false prophet’s presently and ever doomed grasp.  These are the years of the Good Message, coming from the mouths of men who walked with Christ.  
         The court tells now we leave in the morn for Aachen, by Louis’s decree.  A lowly governor has put to his ear that we are in his land remiss a swearing of loyalty, and a rebuke of conspiracy.  Such be his conspiracy against the terrors of the prophecy. 
We’ve only made ready what follows.  More I hope to send. 
         Brother Elipandus, I beg forgiveness my departing before the mission’s swearing.  The master of the arms you assembled came at night, declaring beholden only to his swearing to ye, and that to conform to his part, we must arrive in Zaragosa before the morrow’s sunset prayer, and, as well, discretely partitioned.  I obeyed.  Now, safely arrived, ‘tis ye command I bear, that I plea for the lives of Espayne.
             But Sire, and good brother, I beseech thee both:  I am but among the fallen flesh.  I have learned uneasy things here in Louis’ court, and have alit at times mightily for our salvation.  And so I beseech thee, one fallen to the rest, check my reason well, and make certain I recommend no movement in our run to salvation, through the travails ahead, that do not rely solely on the admonishments and assurances of our Good News.  And be suspecting if ye hear me explain at length a verse with a hard calling, to make it less hard; for if we are needing this, but yet are saved, then God hath failed what he said, 

          “Truly I tell you, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.”

          A child believes when he’s told this earth is but an infinite pittance against eternity.  We are to be dumb to doubt - as a small child.  Do not be hearing when one says God loves reason.  This voice says a thing is loved by Him especiale.  God hath not failed in the letter of the Word, yeh?  It hath not been corrupted, yeh?  Or do ye need go and look back, to see, and wonder?  What is loved especial by Him?  What is the way to be loved?  How am I loved more? 
         God loves.  But within His power are found not those, the anxious, and their rebelliousnes; and they of satiation are, and not here in this hallowed place is one above another, and the happenings are as the milk and the honey of the promised land.  Salvation is being as God.  But we are told there is a rebellion.  We are not told the quantity of beholding that wins the eternal inheritance, nor the measure of rebellion that is the heart that slips from eternity’s embrace. 
          Reason may be love.  Reason may be rebellion.  Reason may be convincing and not.  Reason may be slave to fear - so much the reason of rebellion we’re steeped in, convincing that life be on earth; and death, an end to power.   If ye reason for a thing that cannot be vanquished, ye reason rightly.  If ye reason for a thing whose time is spelled, ye reason wrongly.  Dare it be said, good men?  In these times, shouldst I think to call the dead to life? 
         “We need,” I hear ye say, “to be understanding, and quiet.  There is much to be had in our alliances.”
But I say to ye:  A decision will come, and ye will be asked by the True Judge,  “What was it that ye needed, that I hath not provided?  How ‘tis I was unfair?”  The decision cometh every day.  Every day doth the arms of eternity’s embrace offer themselves.  In the Word doth it scream.  And so I must look and see who ‘tis, this master of our alliances, and see that though the righteousness of allies and giving may be mixed, an alliance screams of my need.  For what other is it for?
Beholding likewise, dumb to doubt and its failed reasonings, the child is transfixed in eternity’s enormous gravity of bliss, and sees little the hardness of its fee, such a pittance it be.  He may run in terror when he discovers the meaning of pain.  He may lash against the enemy.  But outside this, his belief is his joy - this, the word that is for a doubtless spirit, that hath no wrath.
         And so we believe.  And when we do not understand scripture - honestly - we know this be a thing of insignificance; for we are hearing the true Good News and are thus sentenced to choose.  Or we are not, and are thus innocent.  But hearing; we are nominees of death.
And so whence I hear:

        “And before all things, my brethren, do not swear, neither by the heaven, neither by the earth, neither by any other oath, and let your Yes be Yes, and the No, No; that under judgment ye may not fall,”

         I shall thence not swear, thinking not on the conventions of my neighbors, but on what hath been simply written, and on the sting of death.  What swearing is not pitched against a need’s endangerment?  Be suspecting if ye hear me explain at length a verse with a hard calling.  Ye are stout men, whence ye are perceiving in the Reign of God.  I shall pitch mightily for the salvation ye so desire. 
        In all outcomes, God’s will is. 

Sulucorp of Cordoba, Bishop, Mission of Alfonso II
Shawwal, Anno Domini 817, Hijiri 202

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t h e   c l o a k   o f   f r e e d o m
the terrors of gethsemane
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The Legions of the Anxious Good
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t h e   g e t h s e m a n e   w a r
The Likes of Mecca’s Threat
The Obliteration of the Asking
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T H Y   K I N G D O M   F L E D
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Dearly  in God, beloved and ordained Alfonso, may we be in the actions of the Good Message’s complete sustenance and invincible reward.  And my brother Elipandus,
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