Last night I was reading a book that was set in the 1200’s. It’s a historical fiction book on the life of Montfort, and it goes between England and France a lot. There is a lot of fighting, courtly goings on, and excitement. My brain was really into it, full of images like this:

and this:

And then I suddenly came to this paragraph: “…On the dais, beside the emperor’s throne, stood a man Simon recognized. He was Michael Scott, an astrologer, a panderer, a mountebank or worse, a black magician whom King Henry refused to hear.”
And suddenly my brain was like :
