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Arthur was bored. Bored bored bored bored bored. He didn't want to learn how to add up numbers or memorize the names of his ancestors. There were so many of them. Who cared about those things, anyway? Arthur wanted to go horseback riding and learn to use a sword. Those were the important things. One day Arthur was going to be a great warrior. Besides, his dad's friend was coming over today with his daughter. Arthur didn't like his daughter much. Especially since he had heard his father saying that Arthur might marry her one day. Arthur did not approve. Unfortunately, Arthur didn't know the way to the stables by himself. In fact, he didn't k

I glance at the three armed goddess in her place of prominance above the multitude. A halo of white encircles her face. Her black hands point out the thruth, inevitable, inescapable, but ever changing. The sound of her voice, silent in the tumult, but tumultuous in the silence, reminds us that she is there, watching. Many look to her, searching, hoping for some hint of their future. For she controls our lives. She determines when we eat, sleep, learn. When we can catch the bus or meet our friends. Yet, of her own life she has no control. She lives in segments of twelve, moving in a circle, spinning, repeating the pattern again and again unt

ACT I Scene 1 (DEWHURST, ELIZABETH, and AKRAM come on stage AKRAM is weighed down with an awful lot of bags.) DEWHURST Hurry up, man. We haven't got all day. (AKRAM shoots him a look, but says nothing. DEWHURST looks up.) Is this it? AKRAM Yes, but-- DEWHURST Jolly good, I say. Onward to adventure and all that! elizabeth I really think that I could've been more useful back at the university. I was almost done cataloging the new burial pots from your dig-- (DEWHURST inturrupts, waving his finger and making a disapproving sound.) Sorry, adventure last year. DEWHURST Nonsense! Having an attractive young assistant is the thing thi

"What is this?" asked the Butler, waving a sheet of paper in front of the head maid. "That," said the maid, "Is the seating arrangement for the party next Thursday and I'd appreciate you not" she pushed the paper away, "Making me drop a stitch." "You're embroidery can wait, woman!" said the Butler. "The Master wants this tonight and it's a disaster!" "How so?" the maid set her embroidery down and put her hands on her hip. "What's wrong with it?" "You have," said the Butler, pointing to the paper, "Count Fesco and his wife sitting right across from the Baron of Shoe!" "So?" "So? You know about their . . ." he lowered his voice, "Fu

Chapter 2 In some ways, fog was sort of like the ocean. It was huge and surrounding, but you could only see a small part of it at a time. And its wet. I was surrounded by fog. This stretch of road was perpetually surrounded by fog. I'd been down it hundreds of times, but I never got used to it. For one thing, I couldn't see the mountains, which really threw off my sense of direction. I had to navigate by staring at what bit of road I could see right in front of me. It was more annoying than scary, but there had been a couple of attacks by wild pokemon recently, and I was wary. I thought about the pokeball hanging at my side. It might giv