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Snowy polish winter.. first one after enemies left my land. Christmast Eve and New Years Day 1024 was not fortunate to us, MY beloved Jadwiga. Things change so fast, and we are no more young and careless.. Few months ago no one of us and our people think we could leave our Bogdaniec and start that long and dangerous journey to southern kingdoms. But it's decides already. No way back - like in the past battles. How many of them? I stopped counting years ago. Hey! People! Move your feet! Don't look back, with God's help we'll stay powerful and fortunate, as we were before. Pack your bags, move your carts and saddle your horses!
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The road is not easy recognizable because of snow. Tons of it - in the sky and under the feet. Sudety Mountains - the natural southern border of Polish Kingdom, are behind, fading away. Three dozens of men, wearing colours of black and white, with horseshoe label on it. My people, a power no bandits can deal. Mounted and footmen. People of Christ, people of honour and blade. For a last time I look behind me, where I left so many.. my ancestors graves, old pagan shrines and new churches of Christ - wooden monasteries, stone rotundas.. Beautiful woods, lakes and mountains where white eagles dare. Is it a tear in my eye? No - it's just a snow..
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Many days passed, on the road again. Solid stone road, never seen such a masterpiece before. Sometimes it hides under the rocky mountain, sometimes it goes high above the land, on stone bridge..
People speak strange language here, but at least some monks and noble men know latin well. Some told me this road was made thousands of years ago, by the people who were forgotten in memory, who left marble sculptures, unique pagan chapels and language of wisedom. I dont believe it. Pagans are unable to do such things.
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Great day, my fourth daughter joined us. God bless her! And spring is coming, new life and new hopes.. Jadwiga feels well, she travels bravely with our kids, the oldest son is 11, it's time to start his training.. After another hill I can see a small unit of knights, wearing yellow and white. They face us, and I can see young lad, their commander. His plate is shiny and his horse is white charger, other than our polish horses. I greet him and he says words I was waiting for..
"I am chancellor Ansgard of Jerusalem. In the name of Cardinal Bishop Isajah - welcome to Rome! We were waiting for your arrival for many days! My orders are to escort you, annd your people to Vatican hill!"
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