In a small church, a priest is found writing quickly in a book. He appears unhappy, most likely due to the task he's achieving. The man says:
"Hrrm, why? Why did the King order me to do this? The history of the past 40 years is probably of no interest to anyone whatsoever... Gah!"
He grumbles some more. Finally, he finishes, and reads what he has written, to assure himself of its validity.
"So. During the past 40 years, the great Men of Scotland have expanded their knowledge of the world and contacted far-flung men of strange beliefs. They have also supported their English neighbours when the Kingdom of France declared war upon them - a perhaps not entirely sane idea.
"In other matters, more suited to them, the great Men of Scotland have conquered the castle of Caernavon in a great battle. Then, the army that conquered it set sail for the Holy Land, to do good in the Crusade for Jerusalem. By great luck, the Polish whom had besieged the Holy City were defeated, while weakening the defenders to a point that made it easy for them to win.
"Sadly, the people of Jerusalem did not see the assault peacefully - too many Islamists and Heretics, I say... They rebelled, and the conquering army retreated to the sea. However, the Cogs that were hired to transport the soldiers had left, and all our men could do was attempt to conquer another town: Acre.
"Another mighty battle occured - one the Scots won, of course. This time, the reception was different. Acre was a peaceful town, and so it would remain, even upon the Army's assault."
The monk looks satisfied enough with what he has written. He says finally, to no one:
"I'll send this to the painters, and they'll be able to put nice recreations of what happened, as well as our extent of knowledge of the world's situation. I hope the King is satisfied. I'm not, honestly."
The monk closes the book, and, clutching it, exits the Church. He then departs for Edinburgh, in the hopes of finding someone to paint something in relation to what he has written.
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