 | The Menologium of the Blessed Isolde Be prepared for an unconventional history lesson by Stephen Baxter. Prophecy as used in his book "Time's Tapestry Book Two: Conqueror" (exact pronunciation not guarantied) Translation from Old-English: The Menologium of the Blessed Isolde Prologue These are the Great Years of the Comet of God Whose awe and beauty in heaven's roof Lights step by step the road to empire An Aryan realm THE GLORY OF CHRIST I The Comet comes in the month of June. Each man of gold spurns loyalty of silver. In life a great king in death a small man. Nine-hundred and fifty-one the months of the first Year II The Comet comes in the month of September Number months thirty-five of this Year of war. See the Bear laid low by the Wolf of the north. Nine-hundred and eighteen the months of the second Year III The Comet comes in the month of March The blood of the holy one thins and dries. Empire dreams pour into golden heads. Nine-hundred and thirty-one the months of the third Year IV The Comet comes in the month of October In homage a king bows at hermit's feet. Not an island, an island not a shield but a shield. Nine-hundred and seven the months of the fourth Year V The Comet comes in the month of May Great Year's midsummer less nine of seven. Old claw of dragon pierces silence, steals words. Nine-hundred and twenty-one the months of the fifth Year VI The Comet comes in the month of February Deny five hundred months five Blood spilled, blood mixed. Even the dragon must lie at the foot of the Cross. Nine-hundred and five the months of the sixth Year VII The Comet comes in the month of July Less thirty-six months the dragon flies west. Know a Great Year dues Know a new world born. Nine-hundred and twenty-six the months of the seventh Year VIII The Comet comes in the month of September A half-hundred months more. At the hub of the world. Much fastness of rock against tides of fire. Nine-hundred and eighteen the months of the eighth Year IX The Comet comes in the month of March End brother's life at brother's hand A fighting man takes Noble elf-wise crown. Brother embraces brother. The north comes from south to spill blood on the wall Epilogue Across ocean to east and ocean to west Men of new Rome sail from the womb of the bear. Empire of Aryans blood pure from the north. New world of the strong a ten-thousand year rule. |
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