THE KNAVES

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Archibald: Day 23. Dear Marjorie.
Archibald: I have somehow made it down into the very bowels of the barrow complex... No thanks to Potts.
Archibald: No sooner were we through the last stone door, he announced that he, and half the remaining men had had it with the whole bally expedition.
Archibald: Then without so much as a by-your-leave, they turned tail and headed off.
Archibald: And - might I add - taking more than their fair share of our remaining supplies with them... Not to mention the last 4 bottles of that devilishly saucy red.
Archibald: Damn it all, Marjorie. Potts was my batman. Has been for years. A chap simply doesn’t expect his valet to up and leave that way.
Archibald: I mean - who’s going to fasten my cufflinks and straighten my dickie bow, now? It’s an outrage.
Archibald: Man has no backbone - nor fortitude of upper lip. My flabber is absolutely ghasted. The nerve!
Archibald: Valet? Varlet more like it. Ha!
Archibald: And so soon after we caught our first tantalizing glimpse of the Sentinel Artifact too.
Archibald: I can hear it singing, Marjorie. Calling to me. I will have it, or my name’s not Sir Archibald etcetera, etcetera.
Archibald: Anyway - more fool them, I say. This place truly is a marvel - a vast natural cavern.
Archibald: Lord only know’s how far below ground we are - how extensive the surrounding cave complex might be.
Archibald: Or how the devils who built this... this temple - because that’s assuredly what it is, knew it were here.
Archibald: I shiver to imagine what foul rites were conducted here... How many sacrifices demanded, by long forgotten gods.
Archibald: I fancy you could still hear their screams echoing about, if one were to put their minds to it...
Archibald: Memories of a nightmare, buried deep in the hush of the place.