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2016-09-14 20:14
Paulicus
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- Found it
It was a typical weekend family breakfast. Noisy, somewhat chaotic and more than a bit messy.
Then, suddenly and with shocking immediacy, blackness, disorientation, a
sense of almost subliminal Castillian murmuring soon followed by a wrench
of physical dislocation
And then …
It was dark, it was cool, the air was pure (at least, compared to the smell of bacon and eggs) and seven year old Filius was exclaiming
‘Oh good, we’re underground again’.
There was a brief pause and then, from all around us, a high, cold (but, I
hasten to add, somehow very masculine and powerful) voice proceeded to outline
our current predicament, the likelihood of impending pain and the unlikeliness
of our continued survival. With a start of recognition, I recognised the voice and despairingly cried
‘The Grand Inquisitor!’
‘Great! I love Dostoyevsky’ said the Uxor.
‘Not THAT Inquisitor’ I groaned, ‘THIS one couldn’t be more different’.
And so it turned out. The Grand Inquisitor forced us to play unspeakably grotesque
games with pendulums and to become overly familiar with the gnarly, deep pits
liberally strewn throughout his dungeon. Time – as well as the pendulums – seemed suspended; we were trapped in a labyrinthine underground maze, running hither and
thither at the whim of the satanic Grand Inquisitor who appeared to delight in testing
us to the uttermost limits …
And then, it was over.
The walls didn’t start to glow with heat and move inwards threatening to push us into
the abyss. Instead, Filius found the cache, Minimus discovered the resident coin, the
Uxor took some photographs and Minima carried on sleeping.
And all too soon, we had left the dungeons behind and re-joined the real world having
completed quite literally the best cache we have yet done.
