To the Abbot of St Anselmo di Aventino,
in the Holy See of Rome, be this lettre take.
I write this messaj in greate earnest to report that all does not go well in Britannia. The Enemies of the Faith, the Heathyn Saxon hordes have caused no end to worry and even our gracious King Uther seems hard pressed. For as the summer campaigne drew high, he met on the battle field the South Saxons under Alle, who is a soverign king of those who occupy the old Cantiaci lands. King Uther's glorieuse knights crossed the River Mearcred and engaged the horde and fought a pitched battle, from Prime to Sext, that only managed to check and enhaust either side. The Abbot Constrensus reports that there were mass dissertions on both sides after heavy losses, again equally on both sides. Were it not for our Roman trained knights all would have surely been lost and all Logres overrun.
Most worringly, my good friend the Abbot confides that Nephilim have arisen again, and that among the Saxons themselves were giants from the Old Times. Surely Christ was on our side for King Uther to have checked such a host! Surely we must not forget our most holy charge:
Mortui non vivent, gigantes resurgent.
Isaiah 26:14
Our Good Christian knights fought with the courage of lions, though, and, yea, it is such men as these that hold this fractured land together. The Abbot Constrensus tells tale of one such unit, composed of Knights of Earl Roderick, of Salisbury. They were a young band, newly knighted that season, and every member of their unit, save three, was sent to Heaven and their commander captured. The three young knights rallied under one of their own, a vassal, Sir Gerin fis de Leslie, who picked up the fallen banner and led his comrades wild against a sea of berserking heathyns, sending many back to stinking Hell. It was reported that Sir Gerin fell, but was rescued from the field by friend and squire, and heals now with the Sisters of Perpetual Diligence-in-Chastity, who tendeth his wounds under the guiding hand of Our Lord.
Alas, all does not go well, despite the bravery of men such as our King Uther and his Knights. Another Saxon host, crossed by sea and breached the fortress ring of Caercolum, a bulwark of our Eastern Shore. At Colchester, Duke Lucius was forced to retreat and the Saxons are now on both sides of the River Themesis. Londinium is now vulnerable from North and South shores. I tell you this out of pity and caritas for the good people of the civitas there, many of whome are the devout faithful and benefactors of Your Moste Holy Roman Church. Not a few are makinge the decisioun to leave, but most have faith in Our Lord and in our gracious King Uther, and trade goes on for now.
I write in haste, already knowinge your answer to my ultimate question. You cannot garner support to pay for a Papal Envoy to the Senate so that soldiers can be sent to defend our Eastern Shore. Such has been your answer before and I have no reason to suspect that it has changed. I can only pray that Our Lord moves your heart and that you remembre the sufferinge and plight of your Faithful in Londinium, whose tireless and at times lavish support of Holy Mother Church surely deserves notice by the Father in Rome.
Despite our small difference in minor matters of faith, I remain ever Your Brother in Christ,
The Abbot of St. Albans
Gobrwy the Bard sings: 
