Prentice Dolphin
An Epic Mission of Soliloquy
By James Lafond
Copyright 2020 James LaFond
A Crackpot Book: Lynn Lockhart Publisher
Dust Cover
Prentice Dolphin was born an orphan and reared in the Seminary Order of Pure Intent at the Humarium of Soliloquy. Steeped in High Morality and Deep Empathy, Prentice Dolphin, 671st of his rank and fourth of his name, had long expected to be assigned to curation of the Mysteries. Such a task, edifying his mind among the Grand Calligraphies and Alchemical Masterpieces of his successors, synced with his sense of purpose and piqued his selfish thirst for the Lore of Yore, a sense of wonder concerning the days of an elder age when the Ghosts of Titans yet haunted the Ether Awe, when savage marauders scourged good lands—when a beast named Rendall stalked long-darkened halls.
Then, on October Eve, as the fearful snows roared south and east into the Lands of Men, a banner cast its shadow across the threshold of Soliloquy, a banner born by the Bannerman of Justice Claret, the Realm’s Crusader of First Renown. Something beyond respite lurked above the ever-baleful snows. More than a sword would be required to right this icy wrong. A Prentice of Soliloquy must light the inner way for the slave of the sword, to forever cast into shadow the sins of Wicked Yore.
“So Grendel ruled defiant of right,
One against all, against the great hall
standing empty, walls a roost for kites.
For twelve wintry seasons of woe-fall…”
-Beowulf
Adapted from translations by Heaney and McNamara
For my Woman I the Night Sky, who finally came to me on one lonely, sun-kissed day, not far from an unhallowed bay.
Thank you—for an hour and more lived.
Soliloquy
The construction of the final cathedral against the Hinterbeast and its Blight, some 200 years before the Elevation and Induction of Prentice Dolphin, moved the Order to Christen it Soliloquy, after the inner
discipline of their calling, which is expressed in silent prayer, soul-searching, memorization of histories and mysteries, and, if the Prentice is confirmed in his solitude, voiced words intended for no ear other than his and the Powers of the Trinity, Almighty God,
Jesus Christ, the Holy Ghost, via their Compassionate Vessel, The Blessed Mother Mary.
Within the text, the soliloquys of Prentice Dolphin are indicated by single ‘quotations.’
The liturgy Within the Sanctuary: The Mass, was first published in 1918, by Our Lady of Angels Association, Niagara, N.Y, re-issued in 1972 under Bishop
McNulty of Buffalo, gifted to Mary L. Kern, inherited by her daughter Madeline Kern in 2003, and thence by her grandson, the author, in August 2019.
By chance, the three segments of this book written today worded out at: 1,243, 593, 153,
A coincidence I am sure, but not in the world of
Prentice Dolphin.
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