The Landdragon Queen, Chapter 54

Jorge turns in a paper.

Chapter 54.

County Hashal.

Elderic looked at the new capital through his telescope. There had been extensive excavation, but no effort to put up even a post wall. The area around the construction site had been cleared of trees, but that was probably a result of the need for wood for construction. In any case, it appeared that no effort been made to prepare for the army. In two days, the queen would fall.

Sergeant Sogorim Bonecrusher had been with the colonel for a long time and seen many opponents. It was evident that the duc was not the kind to look out for others to do unto him what the duc was planning to do unto his opponents. That was going to get him burned. Duc Geral had his army and the Royal dragoons on the road behind the spread out elements of Duc D’lanate’s army. If the duc did not have some surprises, his army was in real trouble.

Zirgoccol.

After a rather sleepless night Merfyr went to the Press Service Election Center to see what the results had been. Halamar and Qambois joined him and Qambois said, “There are very few nights of late where sleep is difficult. Last night was one of them. I wanted to run wild and flame my enemies, bathing them in fire.”

“I was the same,” Halamar said. “Those primitive days are gone, to our sorrow. Let us go and see how much work we have before us.”

They did and the results were promising. With about half the votes counted, Chaldron Bloodfoot and nine other new senators had commanding leads over their opponents, who had been members of the twenty campaigns. Five Senators, including Senator Tollings, retained their seats. Only five of the twenty campaigns were ahead, all of them in tight races where the vote could change.  Merfyr grinned and said to Halamar, “You were right. The country did not fall.”

Hoddy must have seen them come in as he came over behind a huge grin and said, “I see that things seem to have worked out. Any comments, Consul?”

“I am glad that the integrity of the elections and the country remain intact and that the citizenry were free to make their choices.”

“Any disappointment that things do not seem to be going your way?”
“Not at all. The citizenry made their choices, as they are free to do so.”

“Thank you, Consul.”

House Qinvaris.

Nightstalker laid out the morning messages for Richard and Richard looked at Nightstalker and said, “I think that you and Dan are playing games.”
“How would we be doing that, milord?”
“Some rumors going around the Fellowship before the election that I was contracting with the Dancer to dance with the fixers if there was any funny stuff in the election.”
“Was there any “funny stuff” during the election? I would hardly know of such things.”
“According to the papers, there was remarkably little “funny stuff” this time around.”

Nightstalker grinned. “The the Dancer will not need to dance.”

“No she will not, but somehow the fact that I had a contract with the lady has not reached my desk.”

“Have you checked my notes to you?”
“I did, and I did indeed find one, on the bottom of the stack on the day before the election, where Dan says that he, Andy, Spitty and Iolena were playing games to squelch funny stuff. You placed that item below the rest of it and kept me distracted until things were over.”
“I may have put that note at the bottom of the stack. There were things of higher priority than Dan playing a prank.”

“So what exactly was going on? I haven’t been paying attention to Fellowship politics.”
“You may remember that Roger and the flameriders went down to the Fellowship to perform and why. There was a vote in the Senate and the Senate did not let the vote go to the floor, so some other means were necessary to squelch certain things. Spitty and Iolena were asked by Spitty’s uncle to frighten the “Fixers” and he used you as the contractor for Iolena’s services rather than the Consul because Spitty thought that the Ghost was about the mose frightening thing that the “fixers would respond to.”
“You were talking to Dan about this, weren’t you?”
“Well I did Jump down to Zirgoccol on an errand and I may have spoken with some people.”

“It apparently worked, so no harm done. I do ask that you don’t haul out the Ghost unless you talk to me first.”
“I did not suggest the Ghost. That was Spitty and Iolena, with Andy. I do say that it did the job.”
Richard smiled. “Yes it did, but I could be in real trouble if the Fellowship thinks that I am meddling in politics down there.”
“Frankly, you should pay more attention to your interests there. You have done good things there and far too many just use your army service to define you. It should be clear to all down there that you have moved beyond Bloody Ridge, even if they haven’t.”

“Is that you or Rene talking.”

“Some of one and some of the other.”  

Eryding.

Bladloc looked at the log, the pictures inside and frowned. He read the entry and looked at the pictures of the distant fleet seemingly sailing along, aimlessly again and it was clear that the admiral was certain that the fleet’s crews were dead. Reading the entry, even the bloody admiral had been shocked by what apparently Gatherer had launched at the combined Republican and Fellowship fleet. Looking at Susan, Bladloc said, “Look at this.”

She did and said, “There are pages torn out.”

“I hadn’t noticed. You are right. The admiral was upset over this. Let’s take this to grandfather.”

Greldug looked up as the pair came into the space in the rented house that he had set aside as his workspace and office. “You two look serious.”

Bladloc handed his grandfather the log. “We found this.”

Greldug looked at it and said, “The lost fleet.”
“What?”
“This is the fleet that was put together by the Fellowship and the Republic to find the Ravathyra hidden base and take it right after Ishendell was taken about two hundred years ago. They timed the sailing of the fleet so that the Ravathrya would either be attacking far to the south or at home. The fleet never came back and apparently there were no survivors. That’s one reason that the Fellowship and the Republic became so at odds and with later squadrons sent looking for the Hidden city not coming back, the effort to find it petered away. I couldn’t get funding for looking for it until we had Westley’s boats. We and the Fellowship got so tied up in fighting each other, with the occasional spat with the Kingdom that the Ravathrya efforts became less important. But the death of the fleet was the start of it all. Is doesn’t look as if they used a Scourge devise and at the time they probably couldn’t fabricate them. I wonder what is on the missing pages.”

“Something that frightened the admiral so much that he didn’t want it in his own logs,” Susan said.

  
 The Imperial Residence.

 Milidia smiled in greeting as Lymseia entered the kitchen. “Welcome milady.”

Lymseia pouted. “I am not sure why you and some other ladies insist on putting me on a pedestal, Milidia.”

“Because you belong there?”
“I am an ex Imperial Mistress, a discarded play toy. That is hardly worthy of a pedestal.”

“The Imperial Mistress may not be worthy, though I think that the Emperor would disagree, but Lady Jessen certainly is. After all, she makes sure that even the lowliest have something to eat.”

“I will accept Lady Jessen, for Benny. So why did you want to speak with me?”
“Three teenage idiots and some issues. Also, the family is coming into the light again.”

“The issues are not unrelated, are they?”

“The three idiots are Prince Airdan, Sylph and Hummingbird.”

“Hummingbird’s true is Prince Airdan?”

“Yes. She spotted him while the menaces were prowling the Lower City, left the houses and returned to the Junior Justiciars and training, coincidently when Airdan was training as well.”

“Where does Sylph come in?”
“The Empress purchased Sylph to do some things to the prince and then do what temptresses do. That isn’t working out for Sylph.”

Lymseia started to laugh. “I think that I begin to see. Speaking of Sylph, here she is. Sylph, we were just discussing your predicament.”

“The Empress messed some things up and I did not read the situation. I certainly knew who Hummingbird was, but not as Ilyithe Zylsalor. I didn’t actually see her with the prince until that thing at the book faire.”

“What thing at the book faire? I wasn’t able to attend the faire this year. I understand that it has grown significantly.”

“It has. Unfortunately that attracted bad elements like High Inquisitor Keaynore. I only saw the end, but apparently he was following Dan Qinvaris around looking for him to do something stupid. Some boys found some ancient printed books and the Inquisitor pounced. This was in the back of the tent next to the residency. Ilyithe dealt with the Inquisitor and Airdan must have suspected that something strange was going on. She also spotted me and later confronted me. We made an arrangement and Airdan overheard the discussion. During the discussion, I called Ilyithe by her house name, Airdan thought it was a nickname and liked it, so he sent somebody to Fylson’s to buy the hummingbird music box for Ilyithe. I suspect that he was planning to give it to her at the Yellowleaf Festival and the staff wasn’t able to purchase it in time. Ilyithe went into meltdown, because she was afraid that I had told Airdan about certain things to forward my campaign and she wasn’t ready for that. She ran off and Airdan was left wondering what he had done wrong. That was when he started to talk to me and other staff about certain places in the Lower City and Ilyithe.”

“I see, so Airdan didn’t understand certain things.”
“Hummingbird wasn’t exactly subtle in her approach with Airdan and his grandmother picked up on that. She saw her as the typical high elf girl and didn’t know about certain things. Of course Ilyithe was poking the boy she had thought was her true, but Eddie wasn’t playing and she latched on to Airdan.”

“What does Ilyithe like to eat,” Milidia asked. “What does she like to do when she isn’t in the houses.”
“That’s a bit tricky. Lady Kicavir and Hummingbird’s house lady can tell you those things better than I can. I do know that she likes sweets and things that are easy to eat. If she were not Silverin, she would have to worry about blowing up like a balloon. She likes nice clothes, but if Airdan is buying, he will not want to use a hummingbird theme, at least not at first. She isn’t big on jewelry for some reason. What she does like are little enamel things.”

“I see Airdan here, so, youngling, have you come to get some answers?”
  Lymseia stepped over and hugged the prince. “You have grown so much of late, young prince.”
“Hello, mistress. I have been growing. I have some questions.”

“About a girl, I understand.”

“I messed up.”

“You are young, that happens. From what I understand, it wasn’t entirely your fault.”

“Some of it was mine,” Villia said. “Some of it was your grandmother’s, Airdan. She was playing two games at the same time and didn’t understand some things.”

“Did Ilyithe spend some time in the houses?”
‘I think that you should ask her,” Lymseia said. “You have probably guessed most of it by now, but you should get the story from her, as part of your trust. I do know, since I spoke with Bene before coming here, that Hummingbird has left the house. She did that about six moons ago.”

“About the same time that my sister, cousins and I started to prowl around the Lower City with the Sanctuary kids and the others. She must have seen me. So it wasn’t Ilyithe’s mother playing the games.”

“She probably was, but it was undoubtedly Ilyithe in charge.”

Airdan smiled. “Is that the way things are going to go?”
“They may. I think that it will be true partnership.”

“Now that I know all that, I need the important things. I need the best ways to get Ilyithe to talk to me again. There are some things coming up, the Qinvaris harvest festival, for instance, and I want her to go with me.”

Villia laughed. “I could go with you.”

“Your grandmother will stick you by the wine barrel again.”

“When did that happen?” Lymseia asked with a grin.

“You didn’t go to the Yellowleaf Festival, but I met with Ilyithe and went dancing. Villia was there at with her grandfather, pouring wine into tankards. The staff had been told to have a day off and been given a party, but Villia’s grandmother must have come and taken Vilia up to the festival to watch her grandfather so that Villia’s grandmother could prowl the party.

“I was going to have hummingbird costumes made for Ilyithe and me, but it was going to take too long, so I had Almon buy a hummingbird music box I had seen in Fylson’s. Almon didn’t manage to buy it until after the Yellowleaf festival, so I gave it to Ilyithe later.”

Lymseia smiled. “Did she keep it?”
“Yes.”

“Then you are fine. If she had handed it back, that would have been an insult. If she had tossed it in your face, you would have had to start over and work harder because you would have insulted her. The next step will be to have her mother speak with your mother and start the arrangement.”

“Are we going to have to do this the boring old way?”
“I wouldn’t know. The boring old way is what I know. In any case, you are starting off not well, but not poorly.”

“Should I let Villia seduce me?”
“I don’t think I am going to try,” Villia said. “Even if grandmother keeps me pouring wine for everything.”
“Why were you pouring wine?” Lymseia asked.
“The staff here was given the day off for the Yellowleaf festival, as Airdan said. I had expected to go to the party here, but grandmother showed up, told me that grandfather needed me at the Yellowleaf festival and I was up there, pouring wine into tankards. Grandfather is the head vintner at the Fallingwater winery and grandmother was concerned that grandfather would start talking with another vintner or somebody and forget to pour the wine.”

“Did that happen?”
“Yes it did. So I was stuck and only got one dance.”

 “You better behave, girl,” Milidia bellowed.

“Or what?”

“I will let my husband know who your grandfather is. He will be pestering you for cooking wine endlessly.”

“That is a valid threat. Your husband can speak with my true, Goren, about purchases. Goren needs business since some of his big customers were killed.”
“How?”

“They were the five cities in the Mortal Kingdoms. He did business there and we were going to go on a trip there after he purchased my key, but that isn’t happening now.”

“Your true purchasing your key, or the trip?”

“The trip. The Empress has given me my key already. My time is over at the end of the moon.”

“Did the Empress expect you to succeed with Airdan?” Lymseia asked, “or is there something else going on?”

“The Empress wants my family to take the Folly again. She expects that the Folly will be what my brother brings to his marriage with Immianthe.”

“What about the tax?” Milidia asked. “All the family has been told that if we were to come into the light, there would be a tax on the Folly.”

“The Empress has said to mother that she cannot find any evidence of an imposed tax on the Silverin. She wants the House to take the Folly and a Seat, but there doesn’t seem to be an additional burden on the family.”

“Has your mother pursued this?”
“I have opened discussions with Keerla and we have an agreement developing. The Grewenys continue to manage the day to day business of the city and Tad has the seat as the Sanctuary’s representative. Keerla wants to start throwing girls at my uncle and see if she can develop something there.”

“I don’t see a problem with that agreement, do you, Milidia?” Lymseia said. “Of course you, and I will be dragged into this by the Empress, just you watch. She’s wanted Benny in a Seat for some time and Shaerra prevented that, but Shaerra is gone and she’s going to start to hand out emancipation writs, just you watch.”

“Mother likes emancipation, for everybody but her,” Villia said. “She had a dispute in the Republic over not being emancipated.”

Milidia and Lymseia looked at Villia and said, “Tell us all about it!”

The Hideaway 

Mórsairon walked into where Seriellia was working at the loom and said, “Any news from the Fellowship?”
Seriellia frowned. “There was the election recently. Twenty Senate races were ongoing. I have the results here.”

Seriellia handed Mórsairon a clipping. Mórsairon looked at it and said, “Was there any news of a crackdown on election improprieties in certain campaigns?”
Seriellia tapped into the loom and said, “There was a debate in the senate about that, but the vote was tabled until after the election and it seems to have resolved itself. There was some material in the press about some campaigns being accused of breaking the law, but I think that none of them won, or if they did, the elections were close enough that the winner could be challenged.”

Mórsairon frowned. “Let me know if there any developments.”

He picked up the clipping and went looking for Dúhael. Finding him in his office he went in and said, “I have bad news, brother.”
“What is it?”

“The campaigns that we supported have not done well in the Fellowship.”

“What happened?”
“I am not sure, but the the actions we took to support them were discovered and released to the press. There may have been other actions taken and as a result, the elections were lost.”

“You told me that the elections were a sure thing.”
“I had thought that there were no difficulties that could not be overcome.All of the candidates had been in the Fellowship for their entire lives, had no apparent connection to us and we used surrepticious means to provide funds and support.”

“Not surrepticious enough, apparently.”

“In any case, there have been difficulties. The Fellowship may intervene when the events in the Orcenlands commence.”

“We can use the chaos in the Mortal Kingdoms to prevent that. We must discuss thing with Blackfire.”

Desert Howl

The priest of the Seven gods gave the speech for the parted, Aydiun Bienan gave a eulogy for the Beinan dead and then Romarod stepped up to stand behind the podium, the spire of the rocket rising behind him in its launch platform. He looked at the gathered audience and said, “In my work the time comes that we are required to give to the gods some of our own. That is one of the burdens of moving forward. Doing so for those who knew the risks and went forward in any case is tragic enough. Doing so due to the action of others is far worse. Some folk brought a terrible instrument of death and destruction and sent it against my neighbors, the Beinans. In circumstances of good luck for the Beinans, the devise missed the Beinan plant and exploded over the end of the Skychaser rocket sled track. That would have been a good thing if some of my people had not been preparing for an acceleration test. As a result, thirty were underneath the explosion and in one fashion or another, perished. The dead included my grandson Dan, who was in the bunker and died of the wounds and burns he sustained. The majority though, were incinerated in the blast, so there is nothing to send to the fire. Amongst the crew that perished were three boys from the Desert Howl Upper School that had come to share my dream.

“For the science faire this year, they built a rocket using natural gas and Liquid oxygen as the fuel. The rocket itself was a great achievement for the boys, even though it placed third at the faire. Because the boys could not afford a launch platform, the rocket had not been launched. Jorald Ironpounder, Haral Swiftlyer and Tom Cooper all worked very hard on the rocket behind me to make it work. Unfortunately some monsters denied them the opportunity to see their triumph. When I heard that they had been at the rocket sled track and were missing, I decided that they deserved their triumph and like all the others given to the gods today, must be remembered. So I had a launch platform fabricated, the rocket fueled and with the same torch that lights the pyre for our dead, I launch the boys’ rocket to reach for the stars.”

 Romarod pressed the button, the pyre lit and the rocket rose into the sky, its trace marked in a streak of cloud. Romarod looked at it and said, “We will not forget.”

Bill walked up to Jorald’s parents and said, “I’m sorry.”
Taaka Ironpounder looked at Bill and said, “It wasn’t your fault, Bill.”
“I dragged some things out and involved Jorald.”

“Jorald wanted to be involved. He knew that the things you discovered were important. He also knew that there were risks. The fact is that whatever you did had nothing to do with the people that launched that thing. The police and the Federal Service have been very clear about the fact that the Stewards had become more radical and violent over time and you did not hand them the devises.”

Hamak Ironpounder said, “The Darkmage sent a Scourge devise at Desert Howl long before you went to the Empire, Bill. He and his friends wanted us dead even before you started to look for things and open vaults. I don’t know all of what is going on, but what happened was not your responsibility. What is your responsibility is continuing what you are doing. The Stewards and the rest want you to stop, so you can’t let them stop you.”

In the cool salt breeze and morning sun, Taeren walked through the expectant crowd, past the movie camera, put his lucky hat out and sat in the stool on the boardwalk at the little theatre that had been made for this so that seafolk as well as landers could attend. From the spot where she played her part as the struggling painter, painting the beach, Tilly looked around her easel at him and smiled as Taeren said, “Would anyone like to hear a story?”

The gathered children in front all said, “Yes Elf Carran! We want to hear a story!”

A head popped out of the water and said, “Here is where all the children have gone! Elf, have you taken my listeners!”
“I have not, milady! I only came to tell tales.”
“A challenge, then! We tell tale to tale for these folk to judge! Shall we begin!”

Taeren smiled. “Not so long ago and not far away, there was a boy who was afraid of the sea.”

 Beltain Naval Academy, Cleadsgate.

Tim looked across the Academy, turned to Gotrid and said, “And now we face the music.”

“If you hadn’t baited him the first day, you wouldn’t be in this mess.”
“The instructions said that we were supposed to be in full dress for the indoctrination.”
“You could have worn the cadet uniform like I did.”
“Since we were not inducted as cadets, I wore the regulation uniform.”

“You were poking the idiot.”

“You get the tools back to the shop. I’ll deal with the GP and the Midshipman Captain.”

“The fact that you have get out of trouble orders won’t hurt.”

  “No it won’t. The idiot doesn’t know how lucky he is. Jimmy doesn’t start until next year and the idiot will be gone.”

Gotrid laughed and got out of the GP, carrying the tool box to the shop. Tim headed the GP to the motor pool and signed it back in. He had just finished and turned around when the Midshipman Captain bellowed, “Where have you been for the last four days, cadet!”

Tim held up his orders. “Sir, I was told to requisition what I thought I needed, go to a location and deal with something. The orders said that I was to tell no one where I was going or what I was doing. The orders came from High Admiral Harper and the President. Now, if you think that you can find somebody to overrule them and get clearance to find out what I was doing, I will tell you what I was doing. Until such time as that happens, or the matter is declassified, I will not tell anyone where I went and what I was doing. Now I have spent the last four days playing with instant death on a dirty floor and I am sweaty, dirty and tired. So, unless you have duty, I am heading to the showers and my bunk.”

“You will stand there, cadet, until I tell you to leave!”

“Sir, my orders are to do what I just said that I was going to do and to tell anyone that tried to stop me that they were violating the orders of the High Admiral, so I am obeying my orders and as I said before, you don’t want to mess with this.”

Tim marched off leaving the open mouthed Midshipman Captain.
University of Ironton, Ironton.

Professor Thomas Xilynore looked across the sea of first year faces seated in the lecture hall and grinned. Umevan had been missing from the lectures for the last two classes and had apparently not turned the paper in. Now he had returned. The professor started the lecture with, “I wish to remind students that assignments will not be accepted late for any reason. Mr. Umevan, you have seen fit to rejoin us. Do you have any explanation for your absence?”
“I was in Chatsrey.”
“Sampling the delights, I suppose.”

“Working. I was on call for portal duty in case something needed to be sent someplace.”

“There are no portals in the Republic.”
“Then I sent a finder through a doorway, it somehow disappeared and showed up in Desert Howl. At least that was where the scanner said it went.”

“That does not excuse the assignment being late.”

“Didn’t you get it? I sent it straight to your office. There should have been three cartons.”

“Three cartons for a ten page paper?”
“Eleven. I couldn’t keep it at ten pages. The cartons were the supporting material. I wanted to make sure that you didn’t have to hunt down the references and some things were newly declassified. So I tossed them in.”

“The cartons are in the main office. I did not see an address. I do hope that you use a more conventional means of delivery for future assignments.”

“Sorry professor. I couldn’t really go very far from where I was, and since I knew about your rules about being late, I wanted to make sure that the paper was delivered and the portal was right there anyway.”

Thomas got through the lecture without any issues and returned to his office. Gladys, the history department secretary said, “Professor, I opened the top carton and there was a paper for you inside. The rest of the cartons look like they are things for the library. Should I send the cartons there?”
“Wait a bit; I want to read this paper first.”

Thomas opened the envelope and the paper, written in an Imperial hand, had a cover sheet using the Scourge explosion picture that every student seemed to use. Reading through the paper, the rather fantastical story referenced a paper in Imperial Studies, a recent popular book that the professor assumed was fiction, some material from History of The Empire and a brief, written for the Emperor and the Army of the Peninsula, on the Scourging of Ishendell and dealing with Scourge effects, written by, Jorge Umevan, along with Umevan’s notes on Ishendell and the things he had found there during the siege and later. There were some minor references, but the how to grade the paper was straightforward, since the the professor was not teaching a fiction class, so Thomas wrote “fail” on the top. Then he put it back in the envelope and took it to Conrad’s office. “You wanted to see Mr. Umevan’s paper.”

“Did he say how the cartons appeared in your office?”
“He had a portal, in Chatsrey, apparently.”

“A portal in the Republic?”

“He didn’t explain.”

“Let me look at this.”

Thomas returned to his office and after a twentieth, Conrad came in and said, “Did you check any of the sources?”

“They were rather imaginative. The first was a paper from Imperial Studies, Written by Alinis Qinvaris, from the Empire apparently, some material from History of the Empire, a work of fiction and some other things, created by himself.”

“He pranked you, just like I warned you he would. He sourced the manuscript of the paper, a paper that has been one of the hottest discussions going around recently and was challenged by Anvilforge’s students. He referenced the challenge as well. The book he referenced is a transcript of a tablet recently found in the Empire. The original transcription was handed to the Conclave and he was referencing that transcript, not the book made from it. As for the brief, apparently he made some discoveries in Ishendell during the siege, including a tablet of the city being Scourged and prepared the brief for the Emperor and the army. I warned you that he probably had access to things we hadn’t seen.

“I started to look through those cartons and Mr. Umevan substantiated everything he had in his paper. He included a transcript of his testimony at the Ishendell tribunal, his report to the Portal Service on what he did and found there, pictures of Scourge devises, pictures of the insides of Scourged buildings in Ishendell after they were opened recently, the transcription of the Ishendell Amra tablet from the Tribunal, and a host of other material. He raised the question of Ishendell being Scourged, didn’t he?”
Thomas looked at Conrad, “Yes he did, now that I think about it.”

“He set you up. Count on it. The other two papers are going to be the same way.”
“The Darkmage’s fortress is a myth.”
“What did he say?”
“That he had been there?”
“He probably has, and has pictures and proof. What was the third paper?”
“He said that the Blight was launched deliberately. That sounded completely incredible.”

“Yes it does. On the other hand, my brother works in sales at Massey Deare and The Qinvaris bought a lot of machinery, in case of the Blight. My guess is that Mr. Umevan has access to the same information that the Qinvaris had. So, he will be able to do this again.”

“What should I do?”
“Let me look over the papers and grade them. I would appreciate the extra work he put into these. This was Scholar grade work and he put it together in a matter of days. Think of the resources he has at home and the access he can get. I would think of some things that you have always wondered about, use some speculation and see if he bites. You don’t have to fail him out of hand, but you don’t have to make it easy. I think that the young man is looking for challenges.”

“The alternative?”

“The next time Mildred gives a thing, there will be crap all over the place. He’s done that before.”

“He doesn’t have a portal.”
“Then how did those cartons arrive in your office with no one seeing them? Somebody has a portal and is willing to let the young man use it.”

“What else was in the cartons?”
“Among other things, an advanced copy of Harald’s Journal being readied for publication, some other journals, the Ishendell material and a lot of things from a place called the Sanctuary. I think that the library will be glad to have this.”

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