To one side of the Magnaura a whispered debate breaks out among a group of scholars. At last one of them hesitantly brings forward an outside messenger who displays a letter bearing the seal of Vissarionas ek Lesvou. The messenger nervously glances at the Emperor and the members of the Privy Council for any sign of disapproval before he begins to read.
Senators of Rome,
A pretender sits among you issuing commands and proclamations that run counter to the good and necessary running of the Empire. That vile false king struts about trying to mismanage our war in Egypt and the Holy Lands for his own petty causes, ignoring what is best for Byzantium herself. He even threatens to steal away our children for his nefarious purposes!
What is worst, though, is that he does all this at the behest of Islam itself! He is stealing away our Empire to deliver it into the hands of Muslims. Here, near their base of operations, word runs rampant that the Emperor is seeking a deal with the cult of Assassins to secure their services for him and his cronies alone.
I am certain I need not point out that a Muslim sits among you even now, enjoying the highest positions, indolent in luxury provided by the power of the throne.
God watches our Empire, for it is beloved of him, and surely he is not pleased by what he sees. I hear word that we may move to make war on the Catholics. I am certain we will find victory despite the absence of a true leader at the head of our nation, but nonetheless be wary of launching this war! If the false king supports it then it must somehow aid his nefarious Muslim heart!
The day is coming when my work here will be finished, when I will return to Constantinople myself. If I have discovered anything here in the desert it is that God saves no mercy for the infidel or those who shelter him, protect him, or work with him. I beg you, noble senators, do not be counted among that number, for God has a higher purpose for our Empire than dancing on the puppet strings of Islam!
Vissarionas ek Lesvou
As he reaches the end of the letter the messenger at last takes his eyes from the throne and sheepishly glances around the chamber, relieved to have completed his duty. The depth of his error becomes apparent as abruptly Apionas Vringas leaps up from his seat and, with a wordless roar of fury, seizes the messenger by the throat. Holding the slight man up with only his toes still in contact with the floor, Apionas says,
It is to this degree that I hold the words of this messenger and the person who wrote them in contempt and treason.
Forcing the messenger's head back with his thumb Vringas then drives the side of his other hand forcefully into the flesh of the man's throat, knocking him out entirely. With a rough shake Vringas determines that the messenger is truly unconscious before depositing him on the Senate floor for the guards to drag away.
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