[Legate Marcellus Saenus]

[Fortuna Imperatrix Mundi]

[Enclosed is a paper copy of a recent sermon.]


Legate,

In your recent decree outlawing the practice of malignant faiths you have acted with principle. All those given unto wholesome spokes of the Wheel ought give thanks for this vision. To this point, I have corrected those Kulamet who have spoken out against this change and enclosed for you a sermon given before a great crowd this day. May it be of some aid to you and mollify what discontent exists.

May the Wyld keep you in verdant health,

Acolyte Amelie

[Fortuna Imperatrix Mundi]

[A folded page with the poem "The Man of Kardesler" upon it arrives addressed to the Legate. There is a note written upon the back of the page.]


Upon the day you go anon to to greet the mighty Wheel;
The Martyrs shall engrave thy works upon the hallowed stele;
And Kula sing a vibrant song to echo fierce ideal;

The Tome shall mark thee well.