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Interlude
There was nothing Father Jack liked better after a hard day’s demon banishing than to sit down with a drink and a puzzle to solve. He sat at his desk, poured himself a large Fred Grin and then pored over Thursbee’s book.
"I can’t get this feckin’ code at all”, he thought to himself angrily.
He had been studying Thursbee’s notes on "The Book of Prophesies” for some days now and it irked him that he hadn’t even got beyond the first page, and that only read as ‘milk, butter, renew subscription to Playmage’, Father Jack preferred ‘Shaman Only’ anyway but that was bye the bye. 
He was on his fifth FG, or was it his fourth? Yes he’d call it his fourth, that way he still had his fifth to look forward to and the doctor had said he should only have five. That was units but who was counting? Whichever drink it was it had opened a door in his  brain. He leant back in his chair, smiled to himself and gazed at the note book. Of course, it was simple when you knew how. If that symbol was ‘E’ and that symbol was ‘R’ and you remembered you were dealing with mediaeval Latin then *Robertus avunculi tui! Now he had the key to the book he could begin opening its secrets.
*Bob’s your uncle! |
