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me or is it impossible to buy Relic Hunter from the shops? No one seems to
stock it: (
Chapter 5
As the van roared to a halt outside a large tent Sydney could hear excited voices approaching from the distance. Sliding the door open and jumping down she could see two figures running towards them. Hearing Nigel dropping to the floor next to her she turned around to help him with the bags before being shoved to one side as a man and a woman threw themselves at her assistant.
"Oh my god, I can't believe you're really here!"
"Nigel, man, why didn't you call us? You got to see the parchments and check out this amazing tunnel we found!"
"Owww-" Nigel groaned, "my spleen! Someone elbowed me!"
"Oops, sorry Nige'!" a tall blonde woman wearing an oversized red hoodie, black combat shorts and battered trainers wiped a tear of amusement from her sparkling grey eyes.
"Never mind that, what have you done with Sydney?"
"Sydney?" replied the man, "you mean your boss?" as he looked round at her Sydney could see he had sleek black hair tied back loosely in a ponytail, deep blue eyes and was wearing an old white Glastonbury t-shirt, a pair of frayed black jeans and some mud encrusted doc martin's.
Sydney was about to reply with a cutting remark when the man helped her up from her stunned position on the floor and took her bags for her with a sincere apology.
"I guess we should introduce ourselves," began the blonde woman, who had finally let go of Nigel, "I'm Brionney and this is Alex. Faith would be here but she's trying to find out what's wrong with the jeep at the moment. I hope you didn't mind riding in the combi too much?"
"No, it was fine," reassured Sydney, feeling slightly more at ease, "it was very, novel. Besides, me and Nige' have definitely travelled in worse."
"You got that right," Nigel muttered, pushing back his hair and feeling a bit flustered.
"Well, I for one want to find out more about that one," said Brionney, "but first I really want to start showing you some of what we've been working on and some of the minor things we've already uncovered."
"Let's get started then!" said Sydney brightly. The six of them made their way across the slightly uneven terrain a few hundred metres from the cliffs, past the large tent to some awning that had been put up next to a turquoise land rover. Approaching the log trestle tables that had been set up with pieces of paper, books, laptops, and other equipment they could see the back of a woman bent over the engine of the vehicle with the bonnet up.
Turning around and straightening up as she heard Kitty calling to her Sydney was taken aback by her appearance. The woman was undoubtedly pretty in an extraordinary way. She had incredibly pale skin, deep green eyes outlined smokily in black, she had deep blue hair pulled back from her face with silver grips and was dressed in a tight black t-shirt that showed off her pierced belly-button, leather trousers and doc martin's on her feet.
As she walked over to them Sydney noticed she also had an elegant Celtic tattoo encircling her wrist. Feeling a bit apprehensive of the woman Sydney was relieved when she suddenly grinned widely at her and Nigel.
"Hi, you must be Sydney Fox, I've read so much about your work, it really is fascinating. I'm Faith by the way. Hey, Dev! The carburettor's busted, we're gonna have to get a new one if you want her up and running any time soon."
"Faith, what happened to the purple?" said Nigel, indicating her hair.
"Got bored didn't I? It's great to see you, still play the piano at all?" Nigel shook his head.
"Oh well. I'm sure you still know how so there's no reason why you can't play with me later. Anyhow, I guess you're wanting to see the parchments." Picking up a silver folder from the table she carefully removed two leaves of paper and handed them to Nigel.
Leaning over his shoulder Sydney asked him if he could make sense of any of it.
"Well, they were right, it is in Latin, but a very old form of it so it's no wonder they didn't understand any of it. The writing is difficult to make out as the paper seems to be centuries old, but here goes;
'To thee who seeks the protection of Galahad, son and heir to the noble Sir Lancelot Du Lac and the fair Lady Elaine of Corbenic. To prove thy honour and thy mettle thee must first unravel the passage.
My good blade carves the casques of men,
My tough lance thrusteth sure,
My strength is as the strength is as the strength of ten,
Because my heart is pure.'"
"Well, it must correspond with the other parchment somehow because it looks like some kind of map to some underground passage." Sydney suggested, trying hard to concentrate on the job at hand instead of breathing in the scent of Nigel's hair. She really should stop thinking about him in this way, she thought to herself as she took the parchment off him and scrutinized it.
"They also bear the same coat of arms," interjected Brionney, pointing to the heads of both sheets, "the red cross on a white background was the emblem of Sir Galahad. The cross probably signifies his purity which is why he was the one chosen for the quest of the Holy Grail."
"I wonder what it means by 'the protection of Galahad'?" said Alex, thoughtfully, "The man can't be still alive."
"Maybe it's referring to the sword?" wondered Kitty.
AN - right, that's it till the next chapter. I know it's an odd place to stop but I really couldn't think what to put next. I hope you enjoyed it anyway, no matter what you think please review. The poem was an extract of Alfred, Lord Tennyson's poem 'Sir Galahad'.
Chapter 5
As the van roared to a halt outside a large tent Sydney could hear excited voices approaching from the distance. Sliding the door open and jumping down she could see two figures running towards them. Hearing Nigel dropping to the floor next to her she turned around to help him with the bags before being shoved to one side as a man and a woman threw themselves at her assistant.
"Oh my god, I can't believe you're really here!"
"Nigel, man, why didn't you call us? You got to see the parchments and check out this amazing tunnel we found!"
"Owww-" Nigel groaned, "my spleen! Someone elbowed me!"
"Oops, sorry Nige'!" a tall blonde woman wearing an oversized red hoodie, black combat shorts and battered trainers wiped a tear of amusement from her sparkling grey eyes.
"Never mind that, what have you done with Sydney?"
"Sydney?" replied the man, "you mean your boss?" as he looked round at her Sydney could see he had sleek black hair tied back loosely in a ponytail, deep blue eyes and was wearing an old white Glastonbury t-shirt, a pair of frayed black jeans and some mud encrusted doc martin's.
Sydney was about to reply with a cutting remark when the man helped her up from her stunned position on the floor and took her bags for her with a sincere apology.
"I guess we should introduce ourselves," began the blonde woman, who had finally let go of Nigel, "I'm Brionney and this is Alex. Faith would be here but she's trying to find out what's wrong with the jeep at the moment. I hope you didn't mind riding in the combi too much?"
"No, it was fine," reassured Sydney, feeling slightly more at ease, "it was very, novel. Besides, me and Nige' have definitely travelled in worse."
"You got that right," Nigel muttered, pushing back his hair and feeling a bit flustered.
"Well, I for one want to find out more about that one," said Brionney, "but first I really want to start showing you some of what we've been working on and some of the minor things we've already uncovered."
"Let's get started then!" said Sydney brightly. The six of them made their way across the slightly uneven terrain a few hundred metres from the cliffs, past the large tent to some awning that had been put up next to a turquoise land rover. Approaching the log trestle tables that had been set up with pieces of paper, books, laptops, and other equipment they could see the back of a woman bent over the engine of the vehicle with the bonnet up.
Turning around and straightening up as she heard Kitty calling to her Sydney was taken aback by her appearance. The woman was undoubtedly pretty in an extraordinary way. She had incredibly pale skin, deep green eyes outlined smokily in black, she had deep blue hair pulled back from her face with silver grips and was dressed in a tight black t-shirt that showed off her pierced belly-button, leather trousers and doc martin's on her feet.
As she walked over to them Sydney noticed she also had an elegant Celtic tattoo encircling her wrist. Feeling a bit apprehensive of the woman Sydney was relieved when she suddenly grinned widely at her and Nigel.
"Hi, you must be Sydney Fox, I've read so much about your work, it really is fascinating. I'm Faith by the way. Hey, Dev! The carburettor's busted, we're gonna have to get a new one if you want her up and running any time soon."
"Faith, what happened to the purple?" said Nigel, indicating her hair.
"Got bored didn't I? It's great to see you, still play the piano at all?" Nigel shook his head.
"Oh well. I'm sure you still know how so there's no reason why you can't play with me later. Anyhow, I guess you're wanting to see the parchments." Picking up a silver folder from the table she carefully removed two leaves of paper and handed them to Nigel.
Leaning over his shoulder Sydney asked him if he could make sense of any of it.
"Well, they were right, it is in Latin, but a very old form of it so it's no wonder they didn't understand any of it. The writing is difficult to make out as the paper seems to be centuries old, but here goes;
'To thee who seeks the protection of Galahad, son and heir to the noble Sir Lancelot Du Lac and the fair Lady Elaine of Corbenic. To prove thy honour and thy mettle thee must first unravel the passage.
My good blade carves the casques of men,
My tough lance thrusteth sure,
My strength is as the strength is as the strength of ten,
Because my heart is pure.'"
"Well, it must correspond with the other parchment somehow because it looks like some kind of map to some underground passage." Sydney suggested, trying hard to concentrate on the job at hand instead of breathing in the scent of Nigel's hair. She really should stop thinking about him in this way, she thought to herself as she took the parchment off him and scrutinized it.
"They also bear the same coat of arms," interjected Brionney, pointing to the heads of both sheets, "the red cross on a white background was the emblem of Sir Galahad. The cross probably signifies his purity which is why he was the one chosen for the quest of the Holy Grail."
"I wonder what it means by 'the protection of Galahad'?" said Alex, thoughtfully, "The man can't be still alive."
"Maybe it's referring to the sword?" wondered Kitty.
AN - right, that's it till the next chapter. I know it's an odd place to stop but I really couldn't think what to put next. I hope you enjoyed it anyway, no matter what you think please review. The poem was an extract of Alfred, Lord Tennyson's poem 'Sir Galahad'.