Crypt of Tears diary entries
I am unsure about these, not the easiest to write but here they are.
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Dear Diary
I found Shirin. Dropping in on an 'old friend' who didn't really want to help me – but there are ways and a Canaanite scarab did the trick, however we were interrupted, before he could tell me where she was being held, by the guard and I was taken to see Sir Vincent Montague, not the finest example of British diplomacy – pompous twit! I mean what's the harm in a little dancing with a few like-minded persons? They were a lot better company than he was, much more desirable.
He was also very rude about my homeland – called it the filthiest gutter of the realm, bet he's never been there. He really should set a better guard though, and one who can count bullets. Thankfully the guard had brought the rest of my luggage so I was able to change into more suitable clothing before leaving him tied up and gagged with my stockings.
I managed to free Shirin and get out of the city, just, I appropriated a motorbike and we fled, hotly pursued by the guard – to be honest they were pretty useless – if they were Jack's men he'd have them on traffic duty for 6 months. Jack, dear Jack – I missed him, even if it was only the eye rolls and that quirky head tip he does when he realises he has no option than to follow me.
It wasn't my best idea, jumping onto a moving train is never going to be easy and with a tunnel to negotiate ... well it seems the reports of my death were a trifle premature. Shirin got onto the train, into the carriage but I had to jump off before I could get there – it was either that or be crushed in the tunnel.
I was pretty bashed up, but luckily was found by a passing desert tribe who cared for me until I was well enough to travel on. I returned to India, to the Maharajah, my husband and I continued my recovery there, before planning my return to England, to Lofthouse Manor. My plans after that are a trifle vague. I have done what I set out to do, find Shirin and return her to her uncle, but I am now stuck in a marriage in name only and a desire to return to Melbourne. Perhaps Jai can come with me and we can arrange a quiet divorce – it would mean he would not be able to return to his homeland – oh I don't know – I need that certain someone to talk it through with, though I still don't know if he knows I have married – he hasn't written for ages unless there are letters at Lofthouse Manor – it is something I want to tell him face to face – to tell him why I would tied myself to a man after all my protestations that I am not the marrying kind.
I miss Jack.