Farewells
As the time to depart draws ever closer, fearless Paolo must make the farewell gestures already made by his foreign fellow knight Gomez. He hath spent recent days practicing his craft with his close fellow Knight Hospitaller and Team Tiger Monkey Co-ordinator Luigi. Though bent on a different quest, Luigi is also a master destroyer of gaps, though more prone to the subtle art of manipulation, rather than than the brutal methods of annihilation. Such subtlety is evidenced below:
Luigi has spent many hours with Paolo sharing a great camaraderie and hunting gaps in the wild.
Though they now go their separate ways, it seems likely that the eternal trickster known as fate will take some future opportunity to reunite them in a quest so great that it is already written across the night sky in a hand we mortals lack the wisdom to decipher.
And so, farewell, goodbye, so long, the Knights of St. John of Jerusalem must depart their cherished homelands and forge their own path through the dense thickets of Bavaria. In doing so they leave behind not only their kin and the familiar and beautiful landscapes upon which they have made their indelible marks, but also the few luxuries and comforts such knights allow themselves in times of reflection. Luxuries such as the company of their minstrel who hath accompanied them on many a hunt. A minstrel who hath provided jovial relief in times of great seriousness and peril, when the knights fear all is lost and that the darkness would envelop them and their famous deeds would be lost amongst the vast nexus of possibilities that entwines and supports the massive blank canvas of contingency.
The Famous Minstrel of Faulconbridge
What does the future hold for the Knights of St. John of Jerusalem? The next installment of this epic story will answer some of our more pressing questions about how the Knights will fare upon their travels, and how their sunny and rugged antipodean dispositions will be greeted by the serious peons of the gap infested northern lands. Farewell to the young lands of sandstone and gum and let our heroes burst forth yonder unto the aged forests and the limestone scarps of ze mighty Frankenjura.