Theodric entered the darkened library, only a single lamp lighting the massive room at this hour of the night. He cruised the shelves seeking out a title that
peeked his interests, he'd pull a book down read the first two pages and see if it captured his interests and place it back on the shelf. He was hitting on
nothing at first, then he pulled an aged leatherbound book from the shelf. The title was worn off the front and the backbone. He flipped it open to the first
page of text and read aloud;
"When I was not an island, the commander Utopus made me an island. I alone of all the nations on Earth, without philosphy, have presented to mortals a philosophical state. Freely I share what I have, not unwillingly I accept what is better." He flipped the book closed once more and tried for a title, the page at the beginning had been torn out and there was no way to decipher what once was printed on the cover. He flipped the pages back over to the text. The next page read;
"Recently the invincible King of England, Henry the eighth of that name, who is lavishly endowed with all skills necessary for an outstanding ruler, had some matter of no small moment which had to be worked out with Charles, the most serene Prince of Castile."
Theodric flipped it closed, tucked it under his arm and headed to a comfy arm chair in the far corner of the Library beside a window covered by raindrops. Lightning stretched lazily across the sky and thunder droned in the distance, he turned on the lamp beside the chair and began to read.
"When I was not an island, the commander Utopus made me an island. I alone of all the nations on Earth, without philosphy, have presented to mortals a philosophical state. Freely I share what I have, not unwillingly I accept what is better." He flipped the book closed once more and tried for a title, the page at the beginning had been torn out and there was no way to decipher what once was printed on the cover. He flipped the pages back over to the text. The next page read;
"Recently the invincible King of England, Henry the eighth of that name, who is lavishly endowed with all skills necessary for an outstanding ruler, had some matter of no small moment which had to be worked out with Charles, the most serene Prince of Castile."
Theodric flipped it closed, tucked it under his arm and headed to a comfy arm chair in the far corner of the Library beside a window covered by raindrops. Lightning stretched lazily across the sky and thunder droned in the distance, he turned on the lamp beside the chair and began to read.
