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the world they live on and the very air they use to sustain life. Only the
vague plot is mine and the dialog I have attributed to TP's characters in
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of the plot/story/dialog/concept if she so desires in any way she desires.
I would like to take the time to thank the following for letting me know that I am not complete failure in the Fan Fiction field and my sense of humor is not so very twisted. Nagem - Ever get the computer fixed? PrincessAlyssa16 - Kinda funny, I crack me up, twisted right? :-D Goddess Of The Moon - . EclipseAzNGTX - Glaki is a developing academic mage. Lady Lorene - It is obvious I can't spell - 1950's California education system was unable to teach me a thing. Not Spelling, Math, History or English. Maybe I should write in Polish, I hear Polish is spelled exactly as it sounds. Wish I knew it. Evilstrawberry - Thank you the shop is just beginning to be described. Mkitty13 - You got it! Sir Arthur Conan Doyle wrote the Sherlock Holmes stories. May you all live long and productive lives in interesting times. (Modified Ancient Chinese curse) Cat-dirt, cat-dirt, cat-dirt (Sandry's favorite dirty words) I was re- reading Sandry's book last night, when I reached the section where Nico was teaching the four to meditate in the base of the hub of Winding Circle, afterward he took them for a tour of the hub.. At the top of the hub is a CLOCK with great gears that chimes or peals out the hours and sets the rhythm of life there. This destroys the entire section on Daja's clock inventing. Well maybe she is working on a pocket watch or a wristwatch or a digital atomic wristwatch, or time travel!!!! No, too much, although if you can use magic to see the future why not travel there? I guess so I will stick with a pocket watch like the one the White Rabbit used. Now I have to give Daja something new to work on...
The Circle Expands
Chapter 5
Daja and Polyam entered Tris's bookstore with Polyam carrying saddle bags over one shoulder, the two put their staffs with the complex engraving on the brass caps in a holder just inside the door. They walked over to a table where Tris had placed cups, honey and a kettle of hot water.
Tris turned to the young lady in UPS brown, "Marion, do you want to join us in a cup of trader tea."
"No thanks, trader tea is a little strong for my taste."
"Marion, I would like you to meet Polyam of Tenth Caravan Idaram. Polyam this is Marion Paru, she takes care of the bookstore when I'm not here, actually she takes care of it whether I'm here or not."
"Nice to meet you Marion."
"Good Day Trader Polyam."
Polyam opened her saddlebag and handed Daja a brick of Trader tea, then from the other side of the saddlebag she removed a book and handed it to Tris. "What do you think of this."
While Daja shaved slivers of tea from the brick, using a Daja made knife sharp enough to cut the wind, Tris opened the book and examined it.
"Mila of the Grain, this is strange, the penman who wrote this book had the steadiest hand I have ever seen. Every line is perfectly straight and every letter is perfectly formed. I must have taken months to do this."
"What would you say Tris, If I told you that I have seen a pile of five hundred copies of that book and except for minor differences in the binding they are all Identical."
"If I didn't know you, I would say that you have spent to much time in a tavern." "We found this on our travels and since I knew that you had started a school, I thought that you would like to make books for the students." Reaching into the saddlebag Polyam removed a small leather pouch and opening it she pored a number of small items on the table, Handing one to Daja and another to Tris she said, "Take a look at these."
Looking closely at the one she had been given Daja said, "Hard lead alloy."
The piece that Daja was examining was approximately 1/4 inch by 3/16 inch and 1 inch long. One side had a half round notch in it and a matching bump on the opposite side. One end was flat and the other had a raised letter of the alphabet molded in reverse on it.
Polyam removed from the bags a piece of parchment, a small bottle and a small piece of felt. Removing the stopper from the bottle she placed the felt over the top of the bottle and tipped some of the contents onto the felt. Replacing the stopper she remarked, "This is a special oil-based ink, thicker that normal ink." Placing the bottle to one side she worked the ink into the felt and then lay it on the table, ink side up. Picking up a lead capital D she press it into the ink covered felt and then firmly onto the parchment, lifting the lead type she slid the parchment over to Tris, printed on the parchment was a perfect letter D.
Tris sat holding the parchment and whispered, "Mila of the Grain and the Green Man." Turning to Polyam she stammered, "W-Where, How, When, Who this is a miracle."
"No miracle, a man named Johan Goodberg, of ****** invented this method of printing, using movable type, metal molds to cast the type using a hard lead alloys, a special press, and oil-based inks. When we convinced him that we would going far enough away that whoever we sold it to would not be in competition with him he sold us a small press, type, ink and this, reaching back into the first side of the saddlebag she pulled out a second book.
"This book has complete construction diagrams for the press, the molds for the letters, the formula for the inks of various colors and a chart of how often a individual letter appears in every 1000 words, so you can know approximately how many of each letter to make."
With a grin, "Maybe your school would like to start a new business?"
"We will definitely have to talk to your daka."
Grinning Polyam sipped her tea.
Daja grinned back at her,
"Tris did you hear about the student who entered Crane's office?" The student checked the hall, closes the door, and says. "I would do anything to pass this exam," "Anything?" Crane asked. "Anything." She replied. Crane leaned forward and asked "Would you ... study?"
Caught in the middle of taking a drink Tris snorted warm tea out her nose.
Tris grabbed a napkin and glared at Daja.
Daja said, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, that is a waste of good tea."
"Don't make me hurt you."
"Daja, is the trader space empty?"
"Yes, here's the key," Reaching into her belt purse Daja pulled out a key and handed it to Polyam.
Polyam stood and said, "I'll get the Tenth to unloading. Hang onto the type, ink and book for me." And left the bookstore.
"I've got to get back to the forge." Daja left through the store's back door to the work area.
Tris washed the cups and the table top put the type and ink into the small leather bag Polyam had left and walked over to the bookstore's lockbox, she placed the bag and book inside and locked it, calling out "Marion, you've got the store." She left through the front door.
Marion who was waiting on a customer just waved as Tris left.
A/N I know, short but I have some rethinking to do...
Appendix for Chapter 5 - you can skip all this junk.
daka - hi-caste negotiator who brings profit to the carava
Marion (Paru) the Librarian, Can you guess what musical that came from? Last name changed to protect the innocent (me). Do you know the correct spelling of her last name? I had to look it up on the Internet. Hint u=oo
Johan Goodberg, what German inventor and printer, long credited with the invention of a method of printing from movable type, including the use of metal molds and alloys, a special press, and oil-based inks, did I base this character on. You can look up movable type in the encyclopedia. Hint ood=uten, an=ann. Bet you never thought that Fan Fiction could be educational.
More educational junk.
I would give you the letter frequency that letters occur but the only one I have is for English, I remember Briar teaching Evvy to read in Imperial,
I would like to take the time to thank the following for letting me know that I am not complete failure in the Fan Fiction field and my sense of humor is not so very twisted. Nagem - Ever get the computer fixed? PrincessAlyssa16 - Kinda funny, I crack me up, twisted right? :-D Goddess Of The Moon - . EclipseAzNGTX - Glaki is a developing academic mage. Lady Lorene - It is obvious I can't spell - 1950's California education system was unable to teach me a thing. Not Spelling, Math, History or English. Maybe I should write in Polish, I hear Polish is spelled exactly as it sounds. Wish I knew it. Evilstrawberry - Thank you the shop is just beginning to be described. Mkitty13 - You got it! Sir Arthur Conan Doyle wrote the Sherlock Holmes stories. May you all live long and productive lives in interesting times. (Modified Ancient Chinese curse) Cat-dirt, cat-dirt, cat-dirt (Sandry's favorite dirty words) I was re- reading Sandry's book last night, when I reached the section where Nico was teaching the four to meditate in the base of the hub of Winding Circle, afterward he took them for a tour of the hub.. At the top of the hub is a CLOCK with great gears that chimes or peals out the hours and sets the rhythm of life there. This destroys the entire section on Daja's clock inventing. Well maybe she is working on a pocket watch or a wristwatch or a digital atomic wristwatch, or time travel!!!! No, too much, although if you can use magic to see the future why not travel there? I guess so I will stick with a pocket watch like the one the White Rabbit used. Now I have to give Daja something new to work on...
The Circle Expands
Chapter 5
Daja and Polyam entered Tris's bookstore with Polyam carrying saddle bags over one shoulder, the two put their staffs with the complex engraving on the brass caps in a holder just inside the door. They walked over to a table where Tris had placed cups, honey and a kettle of hot water.
Tris turned to the young lady in UPS brown, "Marion, do you want to join us in a cup of trader tea."
"No thanks, trader tea is a little strong for my taste."
"Marion, I would like you to meet Polyam of Tenth Caravan Idaram. Polyam this is Marion Paru, she takes care of the bookstore when I'm not here, actually she takes care of it whether I'm here or not."
"Nice to meet you Marion."
"Good Day Trader Polyam."
Polyam opened her saddlebag and handed Daja a brick of Trader tea, then from the other side of the saddlebag she removed a book and handed it to Tris. "What do you think of this."
While Daja shaved slivers of tea from the brick, using a Daja made knife sharp enough to cut the wind, Tris opened the book and examined it.
"Mila of the Grain, this is strange, the penman who wrote this book had the steadiest hand I have ever seen. Every line is perfectly straight and every letter is perfectly formed. I must have taken months to do this."
"What would you say Tris, If I told you that I have seen a pile of five hundred copies of that book and except for minor differences in the binding they are all Identical."
"If I didn't know you, I would say that you have spent to much time in a tavern." "We found this on our travels and since I knew that you had started a school, I thought that you would like to make books for the students." Reaching into the saddlebag Polyam removed a small leather pouch and opening it she pored a number of small items on the table, Handing one to Daja and another to Tris she said, "Take a look at these."
Looking closely at the one she had been given Daja said, "Hard lead alloy."
The piece that Daja was examining was approximately 1/4 inch by 3/16 inch and 1 inch long. One side had a half round notch in it and a matching bump on the opposite side. One end was flat and the other had a raised letter of the alphabet molded in reverse on it.
Polyam removed from the bags a piece of parchment, a small bottle and a small piece of felt. Removing the stopper from the bottle she placed the felt over the top of the bottle and tipped some of the contents onto the felt. Replacing the stopper she remarked, "This is a special oil-based ink, thicker that normal ink." Placing the bottle to one side she worked the ink into the felt and then lay it on the table, ink side up. Picking up a lead capital D she press it into the ink covered felt and then firmly onto the parchment, lifting the lead type she slid the parchment over to Tris, printed on the parchment was a perfect letter D.
Tris sat holding the parchment and whispered, "Mila of the Grain and the Green Man." Turning to Polyam she stammered, "W-Where, How, When, Who this is a miracle."
"No miracle, a man named Johan Goodberg, of ****** invented this method of printing, using movable type, metal molds to cast the type using a hard lead alloys, a special press, and oil-based inks. When we convinced him that we would going far enough away that whoever we sold it to would not be in competition with him he sold us a small press, type, ink and this, reaching back into the first side of the saddlebag she pulled out a second book.
"This book has complete construction diagrams for the press, the molds for the letters, the formula for the inks of various colors and a chart of how often a individual letter appears in every 1000 words, so you can know approximately how many of each letter to make."
With a grin, "Maybe your school would like to start a new business?"
"We will definitely have to talk to your daka."
Grinning Polyam sipped her tea.
Daja grinned back at her,
"Tris did you hear about the student who entered Crane's office?" The student checked the hall, closes the door, and says. "I would do anything to pass this exam," "Anything?" Crane asked. "Anything." She replied. Crane leaned forward and asked "Would you ... study?"
Caught in the middle of taking a drink Tris snorted warm tea out her nose.
Tris grabbed a napkin and glared at Daja.
Daja said, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, that is a waste of good tea."
"Don't make me hurt you."
"Daja, is the trader space empty?"
"Yes, here's the key," Reaching into her belt purse Daja pulled out a key and handed it to Polyam.
Polyam stood and said, "I'll get the Tenth to unloading. Hang onto the type, ink and book for me." And left the bookstore.
"I've got to get back to the forge." Daja left through the store's back door to the work area.
Tris washed the cups and the table top put the type and ink into the small leather bag Polyam had left and walked over to the bookstore's lockbox, she placed the bag and book inside and locked it, calling out "Marion, you've got the store." She left through the front door.
Marion who was waiting on a customer just waved as Tris left.
A/N I know, short but I have some rethinking to do...
Appendix for Chapter 5 - you can skip all this junk.
daka - hi-caste negotiator who brings profit to the carava
Marion (Paru) the Librarian, Can you guess what musical that came from? Last name changed to protect the innocent (me). Do you know the correct spelling of her last name? I had to look it up on the Internet. Hint u=oo
Johan Goodberg, what German inventor and printer, long credited with the invention of a method of printing from movable type, including the use of metal molds and alloys, a special press, and oil-based inks, did I base this character on. You can look up movable type in the encyclopedia. Hint ood=uten, an=ann. Bet you never thought that Fan Fiction could be educational.
More educational junk.
I would give you the letter frequency that letters occur but the only one I have is for English, I remember Briar teaching Evvy to read in Imperial,