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An'fel spoke up. "This sounds like a wonderful plan your holiness." The title was foreign, but he liked it. An'fel had been a faithful member of the Church since he was a young lad and this was an honor for him, to be working for and alongside the Archprelate. He smiled as he thought about it before continuing. "What I suggest would be the eastern manor wall, facing toward the eastern gate. It would be easily accessible to pilgrims and be connected to the manor house ease of use by yourself and your family. Also, it would keep visitors from tramping about the entire castle grounds."
Llanwy nodded, this was indeed a good plan. "Yes, I like that. What's there now?"
"Farm land," said Peebles, pointing to a spot on a map he unrolled upon the low-lying table between them. "Barren though, actually An'fel and I had discussed it becoming a garden to accent the manor house."
An'fel nodded, "Yes, we were going to suggest it to you upon your return, but this is even better a use. Since the rest of the farm land is located in the back of the settlement, it made little use to reinvigorate the soil here for crops."
Llanwyn smiled, "Aye, good." Every once in a while he slipped in a word in his native tongue, "aye" meaning "yes" in fae'len. "I assure you, around the chapel will be a rose garden for sure, keep that in mind please."
They both nodded. "Who will be building this chapel my Lord?" asked An'fel.
"I will be consulting Church architects and having the plans drawn in both Diana and here. They will likely be traveling here more than once before the designs are approved. In time, a building company, preferably local, will be building the construct. I am planning on asking Zim Rage to weld statuary and such for the inside as well."
Llanwyn sipped his tea and set it down, "Actually, can one of you ask master Rage if he can join us please?" Peebles immediately stood and exited the room to find the smithy.
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