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alt_arthurBill, there's something I'd like you to follow up on, and Minerva, this may be of interest to you, too.
Molly passed along the official explanation of why we were asked to delay our coming to the Reserve by a couple of days: because the guest quarters weren't yet completed. Charlie tells us, though, that this excuse is rubbish. The quarters were more or less ready a week ago. Charlie wonders whether somebody in the Ministry didn't want any outsiders here at the Reserve around during the Solstice. When I asked him why on earth that would matter, he told us about a visit by three rather mysterious chaps from the Ministry who arrived the afternoon of the 20th and then spent the entire night out at the Callanish Stones. Didn't even ask to see any of the dragons, which seemed quite odd, Charlie thought. Almost dodgy.
Charlie also mentioned that all of the dragons have been becoming increasingly surly for the past week, but it really peaked during the Solstice (you'd think that dragons are buggers all of the time, but I guess a dragonman can tell; Charlie said it was definitely was more than usual). He also said that the dragons have been attracted to the Stones in the past week, frequently flying over them when let out of their cove in the mornings and roaring a lot.
Well, when I asked Charlie what he made of all this, he became quiet for a moment, and then said that we might think he's mad, but he believes that the dragons can sense ley lines. And he had one other interesting tidbit to report: he overheard a snatch of something one of the three visitors said to the Reserve's head administrator when they left, something about, 'we'll report that the wards are secure again for now. See you again at Litha' (Litha, of course, being an old word for the summer Solstice).
The three mysterious visitors gave their names as William Green, Mark Foster and George Fitzgerald. Now I'm wondering whether they might have been false names. Green's the tallest of the three, with deep-set eyes, drooping shoulders and a black hair and mustache, about forty or so. Fitzgerald is younger, perhaps thirty, but seemed to be the spokesman. Walks quickly. Hair blonde, with very light blue eyes. Foster had red hair--about the colour of Ron's, Charlie said--but not very many freckles. A mole over the left corner of his mouth. Bill, do you recognise the descriptions? See if you can find out anything about who the blighters might have been and what their business here was--but carefully, without drawing attention to yourself, if you please. Don't take any risks. Now I'm wondering whether they might have been Unspeakables (in which case, of course, you'll probably come up with scratch, I'm afraid).
The wards . . . could they have meant THE wards? The bloody wall that's keeping us all prisoners here? If so, it's the very first hint we've ever had of how they're being maintained.
Molly passed along the official explanation of why we were asked to delay our coming to the Reserve by a couple of days: because the guest quarters weren't yet completed. Charlie tells us, though, that this excuse is rubbish. The quarters were more or less ready a week ago. Charlie wonders whether somebody in the Ministry didn't want any outsiders here at the Reserve around during the Solstice. When I asked him why on earth that would matter, he told us about a visit by three rather mysterious chaps from the Ministry who arrived the afternoon of the 20th and then spent the entire night out at the Callanish Stones. Didn't even ask to see any of the dragons, which seemed quite odd, Charlie thought. Almost dodgy.
Charlie also mentioned that all of the dragons have been becoming increasingly surly for the past week, but it really peaked during the Solstice (you'd think that dragons are buggers all of the time, but I guess a dragonman can tell; Charlie said it was definitely was more than usual). He also said that the dragons have been attracted to the Stones in the past week, frequently flying over them when let out of their cove in the mornings and roaring a lot.
Well, when I asked Charlie what he made of all this, he became quiet for a moment, and then said that we might think he's mad, but he believes that the dragons can sense ley lines. And he had one other interesting tidbit to report: he overheard a snatch of something one of the three visitors said to the Reserve's head administrator when they left, something about, 'we'll report that the wards are secure again for now. See you again at Litha' (Litha, of course, being an old word for the summer Solstice).
The three mysterious visitors gave their names as William Green, Mark Foster and George Fitzgerald. Now I'm wondering whether they might have been false names. Green's the tallest of the three, with deep-set eyes, drooping shoulders and a black hair and mustache, about forty or so. Fitzgerald is younger, perhaps thirty, but seemed to be the spokesman. Walks quickly. Hair blonde, with very light blue eyes. Foster had red hair--about the colour of Ron's, Charlie said--but not very many freckles. A mole over the left corner of his mouth. Bill, do you recognise the descriptions? See if you can find out anything about who the blighters might have been and what their business here was--but carefully, without drawing attention to yourself, if you please. Don't take any risks. Now I'm wondering whether they might have been Unspeakables (in which case, of course, you'll probably come up with scratch, I'm afraid).
The wards . . . could they have meant THE wards? The bloody wall that's keeping us all prisoners here? If so, it's the very first hint we've ever had of how they're being maintained.
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Date: 2008-12-24 09:05 pm (UTC)