Aenigma's interstellar receiver just went off. First new message in a long time. Looks like it's time to dust off the scope and get out of this basement.
We have more apples, more ideas, more plans, and rather than looking back with regret, we're going to look forward with a new appreciation for just how vulnerable and fragile things like good faith truly are.
This is not the way.
Rather than submit to this message - which in spite of their protests is an attempt at extortion - we think we're going to take this as a lesson, and find other ways of doing things.
Oh Eris, they'll never figure out the order on their own, and now I have to hide in the only place left, even if I may never get back out. They'll need help - they're in the Historian's hands now.
Going to find Genghis Khan’s teacher’s teacher’s old haunt and listen to some music. There’s a key that’s been there for a long time - the eleventh. Going to build a Hodge/Podge Transformer to help get to it.
Dawn at the tower is gorgeous. Did some card tricks for tourists on the street, but something’s wrong. I think maybe they’ve found me again. I can feel it. Leaving the tenth key.
No one made palaces like the French. Everything here is so grandiose, so big - the doors, the windows, the paintings, the personalities, the ideas, the desserts, the paintings... it just seems like the limits to everything are so much bigger...
The Midlands is not what it used to be. Dropping the eighth key, but I’m getting out of here. Going to skip Surrey too, and head for Louis’s place instead. At this point I don’t even remember which Louis he was. I guess it doesn’t matter.
Kept to the shadows all the way - I think I might have lost them. I’ll drop one key here in the Midlands tomorrow morning, then maybe one in the afternoon in Surrey with the Edmund’s headless grandson.
What a beautiful day. Recorded all the colors and stuffed them in the seventh key. I think I’ll travel with the darkness and visit FitzAlan and Folville tomorrow.