The descent has begun. Soon, my children, we shall spread over this great nation like a plague.

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"I was attacked by John Comyn at the alter in Greyfriars."

"Yet, he is the one that lay dead on the floor of our Lord's House?" Said Bishop Wishart. He wore a white tunic with long sleeves and a slew of accompanying ornaments; from the dalmatic ring on his finger to the pectoral cross hanging around his neck.

Robert felt the heavy lump in his throat swell. "It was unfortunate that Comyn had to die, I was mearly defending myself."

"You have committed an act of supreme sacrilege." The Bishop remained firm in his posture and disapproving in his features.

"I have not come to debate what happened. I have come to repent. God knows that in the depths of my heart, I beg for forgiveness." Said Robert, on his knees in front of the council.

You are a good liar. I can see into the darkest reaches of your soul, you wanted this. Yes, yes, I can see you savouring the memory of his death.

"We may consider your absolution should you confess your sins before God, and exalt the Church in all that you do."

The voice grumbled from within Robert once more. Kill him. He stands in your way. He threatens your authority as King. Yes, kill.

"No!" Shouted Robert.

"No?" The look on the Bishop's face changed from stern to angry, as the edges of his grey bushy eyebrows turned almost vertical. "So you wish to be excommunicated for your murderous sacrilege?"

"N...No, I mean yes, I wish to confess my sins." Said Robert, falling down to his knees in front of the Bishop. "Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. I have killed John Comyn in front of the high-altar of Greyfriars. I promise to exalt the Church for the entirety of my reign and forevermore."

"Then rise, Robert the Bruce. You have confessed your sins and made a vow to the Church. Absolution has been granted."

Robert bowed as he turned to leave Glasgow Cathedral.

"Oh, and Robert," said the Bishop. I may have granted you remission from your sins, but the Pope will not be prepared to forgive you so easily."

Robert turned slightly as he continued to walk. "Then my revenge on Longshanks will be swift."

Clever. Then Wishart is an allie. For now. The time to kill again shall be soon...