It had taken Walter almost a month of weary sailing and putting up with some quite torrid weather and conditions before the vessel he had taken a ride on had finally reached the center of the Church's glorious authority; he somehow wondered if he would do anything for money, for why would someone as lowly as him be allowed an audience with one of the most influential figures in the known world, the Holy Pope himself. He sweated as he tried to find his way through the bustling streets, only knowing a little of the local language and culture as he took his time in scouring the city until he unknowingly came upon the focal point of Christianity itself bar the Holy lands, the Pope's holy Cathedral in Rome. He hastily prepared his letter from 'King' William, knowing that he would need some concrete proof of his identity and his reasoning for travelling all this way. When he had ensured himself that everything would be alright, he set off to arrange an audience...












