Lys: Land of Myth

Aithne listened quietly, but latched on to a few things especially. "Israel? Where the Christ once walked?" The land had seemed faintly mythical to her. Not that she did not believe it existed, but when she had learned of it long ago, she thought of it as a land that no longer existed- far away and long lost. Since she had come to Roman lands, she had learned how vast was the world beyond her borders, but she still never thought to meet someone who had come so far. It seemed a hero feat, and yet only one or two generations back, a young bard had done it. An Israelite bard with a- "Your grandfather had a Roman name?"