By invitation only
Brethren Court
A clandestine society in Arizona, in the old manner of the Brethren of the Coast. We convene after dark, by name, among those we have chosen to know.
The Court keeps a small table and a shorter roll. A berth is offered, never demanded outright. If you have found the harbour lights, take it as the first step toward the threshold.
The ethos
What the Court is
Not a club, and not a crowd. The Court is a standing invitation to a certain kind of evening, kept close among those on the account. We prize discretion, warmth, and the quiet confidence of a room that knows itself and answers for its own.
One
The gatherings
Evenings are convened in private and staged with care. Each is held for those received into the Court, and no one else. The port and the hour travel no further than the ship’s roll.
Two
The parts we play
An evening runs on quiet coordination. Stations are set and tended so that nothing is left to chance and no one is left wanting. Every hand knows their watch before the doors open.
Three
The Articles
Conduct and consent are the whole of it. Consent freely given, fully informed, enthusiastic, specific, and always revocable. Every member signs the Articles, and trusts that they keep the company in turn.
The hierarchy
Who stands where
The Court keeps its order lightly, but it keeps it. Four standings, from the head of the table to the newly sworn.
The head of the Court. Receives new hands, keeps the Articles, and holds the final word on who is admitted.
Convenes the gatherings. Sets the evening, chooses the harbour, and answers for how it runs.
Keeps the Court's order and the Articles. Divides the duties fairly and stands for the crew.
A sworn member of the Court. Sails under its colours and keeps the confidence of all aboard.
Discretion
You are received, or you are not
There is no queue at our door and no favour in arriving early. When the Court is ready to know you, it will send word. Until then, the harbour keeps its lights low, the threshold waits, and so do we.