Purple by Porter M. J

Author:Porter, M. J. [Porter, M. J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: High Fantasy, Fantasy, fantasy romance
ISBN: 9781291526998
Amazon: 1291526994
Goodreads: 18404991
Publisher: Lulu
Published: 2011-12-14T08:00:00+00:00

The Librarian

He had turned aside from his copying task. He had been right after all. The time was now. All the endless waiting and years of near inactivity were about to come to an end. In his blue tinged library he looked around him at the near endless array of scripts which had all been neatly written, and then copied by his own hand, to preserve them. Some of the original scripts yet remained. Most had perished in the inhospitable conditions that ravaged the land. As air tight and water tight as his library was, there had still been occasions over the years when damage had occurred which could not be repaired. In all that time he had never left to seek more suitable accommodation. His place was here, as it would continue to be.

For the first time in many years he picked up one of the yellow glowing candles which lit his room, and turned aside from his desk to ascend the steep steps dug into the black granite of his basement home. His knees cracked as he lifted his legs and he felt a dull ache at the base of his spine. He should have kept in better condition. He clutched the hand rail with his free hand, and used it to pull himself up the ten steps. At the top he paused to regain his breath before pushing on the heavy wooden door which groaned under his hands. He smiled to himself bitterly. He had never oiled the door. It allowed him to know when others entered his domain.

The door opened onto a long corridor which stretched away endlessly in both directions. He turned right, and walked along the wooden floor, his feet making quiet shushing noises with each step. It was warmer up here. Not that it was cold in his basement, rather here was the heat from the huge fire in the kitchen combined with the tantalising smells from the kitchen. But he had not come for the heat or the food. He had come to see for himself.

The candle flame shifted slightly in the breeze which flowed through the corridor but did not gutter. It was still night outside. He had forgotten the time of day when planning his journey. It did not matter. What he came to see would be obvious regardless of the time of day.

He shuffled past closed doors which retained the heat of a series of rooms and finally made his way to the main door to the building. He would have preferred to simply peer through one of the open shutters but had realised that all the shutters were still tightly in place, serving to hold in even more heat. That could have been all the confirmation he needed but instead he decided to seek the sight for himself.

The main door finally came into sight. It was even more elaborate than his own door which sealed him within his basement. It was carved from a bronzed wood and gleamed under the light from the candle.

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