He thanked God. The long way on sea was nothing Ansgar wanted to experience again. He knew his father choosed a nordic name for his son and that this name promised some naval spirits.. but Ansgar just don´t posses them. If God wanted him to travel by sea he would have made him a fish or something else.

So he was more than grateful as he could leave the ship an set foot on the shores of Campania, one of the southern shires of the Papal States. The weeks of traveling gave him and his few followers some time. Time he learned more about the sort of christianity his father wanted to establish again. Of course Ansgar was raised in this belief and he was more than dedicated to it, but i was interesting to hear how the people experienced this at those days.

A week befor they where about to reach Campania the brother started to make a proper clothing for Ansgar. In their eyes he was the son of the great warrior for the true faith. The one who came back from outside the world to gather the forces of light, to lead them against darkness and to make satans legions flee.

So it happened that Ansgar left the ship in pure white clothes, only decorated with the crest of his family. And then it happened. The crest was recognized. After he entered the city and its great plaza first some muttering startet. Then the whole place fell in a deadly silence. This was the point Ansgar was afraid for. How would the people react to him..

Suddenly an old man approaches.. and spoke to him:
Who are you young man, that you dare to wear that crest? Who are to dare to appear here with brothers of an long vanished order? Who are, daring to remind the brave people of Campania of old times of glory, victory and unearable loss? Who in the name of God are you?
He spoke this words silent, but they boomed through the place like thunder.
Ansgar took breath:
I am Ansgar. The Crest i wear is the crest of my family. Given to me by birthright, as i am the son of Ronin of Jerusalem, also known as last and only Emperor and Pontifex Maximus of the so called Vatican Empire in the past. I am the son of the man which was choosen by god to lead christianity back to its origins, fighting against heretics even in its own rows. I am here to come home, to lead the brave people of the Papal States bak to their place in the world. I am here to continue where my father has failed. The true faith is back, and it will take back ist rightfull place, given it by god himself. When he was talking his voice get calm and raised in a deep warm tone. Ansgar felt the support of his father, looking down to him from the heaven.

Again.. silence.. nobody spoke a word.. Than the old man fell on his knees, crying.. holding Ansgars hand for support. Suddenly the brothers of the old order started an old song. Nearly forgotten, but as it started the crowd of people cheered and fell into it... The while city of Campania heard this old song:

Onward, Christian Soldiers
Marching as to war,
With the cross of Jesus
Going on before,

Petrus, holy father
Leads against the foe
Forward into battle
See, his banners go!

Onward, Christian Soldiers
Marching as to war,
With the cross of Jesus
Going on before,

At the sign of triumph
Satan´s legions flee
On then, Christian Soldiers, on to victory
Hells foundations quiver
At the shout of praise
Brothers, lift your voices
Loud your athems raise

Onward, Christian Soldiers
Marching as to war,
With the cross of Jesus
Going on before,

Onward then, ye people
Join our happy throng
Blend with ours your voices
In the triumph song
Glory,laud and honor
Unto Christ the king
This through countless ages
Men and angels sing.

Onward, Christian Soldiers
Marching as to war,
With the cross of Jesus
Going on before,

(ooc:original: Onward Christian soldiers, The christian triumph march)

With this cheering Ansgar began his march to Rome.. the eternal city.