I hope you're enjoying your holiday! Normally I'd be reminding you about Hindsight round about now, as we're through the first two weeks of the month, but I have to remind you you haven't yet added to last month's Hindsight first :)
I've got a bad feeling about this "There's another one, too!" Jimmy sounded as excited as Ben. I came into the room, eyeing the door suspiciously in case it started closing of its own accord again, and looked around. Ben and Jimmy were trying on the huge pectoral necklaces they'd found, and while they suited neither of them they were an excellent display of ostentation and the pair of them put me in mind of two peacocks. As Ben had noted, this looked like an office, and as I looked through the shelves behind the desk and pulled down a few of the books there, I discovered that they were mostly ledgers. "There's a chest over here!" Jimmy has been looking around himself as well. "Oh wow, they've got robes made out of gold." "Let me see," said Ben quickly. I frowned at the ledgers; the language was the same, strange mangled English as in the books and I was starting to wonder if I was looking at some ancient dialect of English or someone who didn't really speak English who was trying to write it anyway. I was inclining to the latter. The ledgers appeared to be largely accounts, probably for the whole city. I set them back on the shelf and looked out of the room at the pool, and things clicked. "This room is private," I said. "Well duh," said Ben. "These robes are cloth-of-gold. With actual gold-thread in them I think. They should fetch a pretty penny in a city." "No," I said. "I mean you can't get in here without emptying the pool out there, and that means you'd only open the door here when there's no-one out there sitting around drinking and chatting. This room is only for use when there's no-one else around. These books are ledgers, accounts for the city, so they're being kept safe. I wonder if the key was in the administrative building originally, or if the Elizabethtown folk found it somewhere else." "Does it matter?" Ben and Jimmy were trying the robes on now and while I still had peacocks in mind when I looked at them, they were starting to look pretty impressively priestly. "Probably not," I said. I looked back at the shelves and noted that a lower shelf held much smaller books. I picked up the last one and opened it. The warre continues, dragging onne daye by daye and weeke by weeke. The preests say that itte isse a holie thing and we musst alle take parte and support it, butte the peeple are growing clammorus and complayning that the preests are notte generals. Their complaynts wudde surely be louder still iffe they knew what part the preests have played in starting this warre, however accidental. Even though the thought of reading more of this mangled language gave me an instant headache and a bad feeling about what was going on here, I slipped the book into my pocket. This seemed like it might just explain a lot of what had happened in this city.
Greg - I know, I know. That was bad, even for me. I'm going to try to get to my November addition this week and then hopefully that'll set us back on track for the final month.
Another interesting book helping to unravel the puzzle (possibly?). And more treasure - of the portable sort, most importantly.
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I hope you're enjoying your holiday!
Normally I'd be reminding you about Hindsight round about now, as we're through the first two weeks of the month, but I have to remind you you haven't yet added to last month's Hindsight first :)
I've got a bad feeling about this
"There's another one, too!" Jimmy sounded as excited as Ben. I came into the room, eyeing the door suspiciously in case it started closing of its own accord again, and looked around. Ben and Jimmy were trying on the huge pectoral necklaces they'd found, and while they suited neither of them they were an excellent display of ostentation and the pair of them put me in mind of two peacocks. As Ben had noted, this looked like an office, and as I looked through the shelves behind the desk and pulled down a few of the books there, I discovered that they were mostly ledgers.
"There's a chest over here!" Jimmy has been looking around himself as well. "Oh wow, they've got robes made out of gold."
"Let me see," said Ben quickly.
I frowned at the ledgers; the language was the same, strange mangled English as in the books and I was starting to wonder if I was looking at some ancient dialect of English or someone who didn't really speak English who was trying to write it anyway. I was inclining to the latter. The ledgers appeared to be largely accounts, probably for the whole city. I set them back on the shelf and looked out of the room at the pool, and things clicked.
"This room is private," I said.
"Well duh," said Ben. "These robes are cloth-of-gold. With actual gold-thread in them I think. They should fetch a pretty penny in a city."
"No," I said. "I mean you can't get in here without emptying the pool out there, and that means you'd only open the door here when there's no-one out there sitting around drinking and chatting. This room is only for use when there's no-one else around. These books are ledgers, accounts for the city, so they're being kept safe. I wonder if the key was in the administrative building originally, or if the Elizabethtown folk found it somewhere else."
"Does it matter?" Ben and Jimmy were trying the robes on now and while I still had peacocks in mind when I looked at them, they were starting to look pretty impressively priestly.
"Probably not," I said. I looked back at the shelves and noted that a lower shelf held much smaller books. I picked up the last one and opened it.
The warre continues, dragging onne daye by daye and weeke by weeke. The preests say that itte isse a holie thing and we musst alle take parte and support it, butte the peeple are growing clammorus and complayning that the preests are notte generals. Their complaynts wudde surely be louder still iffe they knew what part the preests have played in starting this warre, however accidental.
Even though the thought of reading more of this mangled language gave me an instant headache and a bad feeling about what was going on here, I slipped the book into my pocket. This seemed like it might just explain a lot of what had happened in this city.
Greg - I know, I know. That was bad, even for me. I'm going to try to get to my November addition this week and then hopefully that'll set us back on track for the final month.
Another interesting book helping to unravel the puzzle (possibly?). And more treasure - of the portable sort, most importantly.
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