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Lot 1 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Holy Roman Empire, Austria. Salzburg . Leonhard von Keutschach. 1495-1519. Klippe of 3 Ducats (Gold, 29x29mm, 10....
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Lot 2 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Holy Roman Empire. Maximilian I. 1486-1508-1519. Medal (Silver, 55.5mm, 41.52 g 12), original cast, unsigned but ...
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Lot 3 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Germany - Bohemia, Erzgebirge. Medal (Silver, 46mm, 17.15 g 12), by Hieronymus Magdeburger (fl. 1520-1540), on Jo...
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Lot 5 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 England. Henry VIII, 1509-1547. Medal (Silver, 50mm, 56.40 g 1), on Henry VIII's assumption of the title "Supreme...
Lot 6 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Germany, Electoral Saxony. Johann Friedrich der Grossmütige, 1532-1547. Medal (Silver, 59mm, 59 g 12), original c...
Lot 7 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Switzerland, Zürich. Cast Baptismal Medal or Patenpfennig (Silver, 74mm, 66.7 g 12), for the Baptism of Princess ...
Lot 8 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 The Low Countries, Bruxelles. Charles V, 1519-1556. Medal (Silver, 36mm, 18.39 g 12), in honor of Isabella of Por...
Lot 9 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 The Low Countries, Bruxelles. Philip II, 1556-1598. Medal (Silver, 35mm, 34.08 g 12), with his wife, Queen Mary o...
Lot 10 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 The Low Countries, Bruxelles. Philip II, 1556-1598. Medal (Silver, 39mm, 21.45 g 12), on his marriage to his four...
Lot 11 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, Middelburg. Daalder (Silver, 34x34mm, 29.37 g), uniface emergency money for use during the siege by ...
Lot 12 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, Dordrecht. Counter of heavy weight (Silver, 34.5mm, 15.41 g 1), 1579. PRÆSTAT*PVGNARE*PRO*PATRIA*.15...
Lot 13 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Germany, Brandenburg. Medal of 4 Ducats (Gold, 32.5mm, 14.02 g 12), an original cast medal on the death of the El...
Lot 14 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. Medal (Silver, 51.5mm, 46.05 g 12), on Queen Elizabeth's I support for the Unite...
Lot 15 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. Medal (Silver, 52mm, 45.88 g 12), on the defeat of the Spanish Armada, by G. van...
Lot 16 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Holy Roman Empire, Austria - Styria (Steiermark). Graz . Medal (Silver, 40.5mm, 16.63 g 12), in honor of Stephan ...
Lot 17 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. 1594. Medal (Silver, 51mm, 45.90 g 12), on Prince Maurice's rescue of Coevorden ...
Lot 18 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. 1594. Medal (Silver, 51.5mm, 45.09 g 12), on the defeat of an attempted invasion...
Lot 19 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. 1594. Jeton (Silver, 29mm, 6.17 g 1), on the repulse of the troops of the Archdu...
Lot 20 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. 1594. Medal (Silver, 51mm, 44.61 g 12), on the victories of Prince Maurice over ...
Lot 21 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. Overijssel . Medal of 1 1/2 Talers (Silver, 54mm, 42.8 g 12), on the freeing of ...
Lot 22 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. Maurice, Prince of Orange, Stadholder, 1585-1625, Sovereign Prince, 1618-1625. M...
Lot 23 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. Medal (Silver, 56mm, 54.59 g 12), on the Dutch victories of 1602: the taking of ...
Lot 24 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. Medal (Silver, 54mm, 53.54 g 12), struck in honor of the capture of Sluys by the...
Lot 25 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 France. Jean-Louis de Nogaret de Lavalette, Duc d'Épernon. 1554-1642. Medal (Bronze, 56mm, 57.94 g 12), by Guilla...
Lot 26 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 France. Nicolas Brulart de Sillery. 1544-1624. Medal (Bronze, 70.5mm, 94 g 12), by Guillaume Dupré (c.1579-1640),...
Lot 27 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. Jeton (Silver, 29mm, 6.40 g 12), on the Twelve Years' Truce between the Dutch an...
Lot 28 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands - Germany, Juliers/Jülich. Medal (Silver, 51mm, 46.08 g 3), on the capture of the fortress city of Jü...
Lot 29 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Great Britain. James I, 1603-1625. Medal (Silver, 63x51mm, 16.06 g 12), on Frederick, Count Palatine, and his wif...
Lot 30 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, United Provinces. Maurice of Nassau, 1585-1625. Medal, an original cast (Silver, 68mm, 72.26 g 12), ...
Lot 31 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 France, Jacques Boiceau. Circa 1560-1633. Medal (Bronze, 71.3mm, 74 g 12), by Abraham Dupré (1604-1647), 1624. IA...
Lot 32 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. Frederik Hendrik, Prince of Orange-Nassau, Stadtholder, 1625-1647. Medal (Silver...
Lot 34 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. Medal (Silver, 57mm, 26.89 g 12), on the capture of 's Hertogenbosch, Wesel and ...
Lot 35 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, United Provinces. Frederick Henry of Orange- Nassau, 1584-1647. Medal, an original cast (Silver, 67m...
Lot 36 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Sweden. Gustavus II Adolphus, 1611–1632. Medal in the weight of 5 1/2 Thalers (Silver, 78mm, 159.34 g 12), minted...
Lot 37 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, United Provinces. Frederik Hendrik, Prince of Orange-Nassau, 1625-1647. Medal (Silver, 69mm, 94.93 g...
Lot 38 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. Medal (Silver, 63mm, 91.26 g 12), on the destruction of the Spanish fleet by the...
Lot 39 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, North Holland - The Dutch Republic. Amsterdam . Circa 1640. Wedding Medal (Silver, parcel-gilt, 67mm...
Lot 40 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. Plaquettepenning (Silver-plated copper, 46mm, 35.48 g 6), anonymous marriage med...
Lot 41 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. Amsterdam . Medal, cast (Silver, gilt, 66mm, 50.89 g 12), on the death of Simon ...
Lot 43 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. The Hague . Plaquettepenning (Silver, 73mm, 66.19 g), in honor of Cornelia van W...
Lot 44 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. Amsterdam . Medal (Silver, 59mm, 58.68 g 12), on the Treaty of Münster and the P...
Lot 45 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. Amsterdam . Medal (Silver, 53mm, 31.34 g 12), reward medal presented to the mili...
Lot 46 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. Engagement Medal (Silver, 72mm, 49.97 g 1), cast with an engraved inscription on...
Lot 47 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. Circular Medal Container (Silver, 76mm, 78.03 g), a circular, two part box for hol...
Lot 48 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Germany, Danzig or Hamburg. Medal (Silver, 53mm, 45.83 g 12), as a commemorative present for a couple engaged to ...
Lot 49 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Germany, Hamburg. Double Schautaler or marriage taler (Silver, 61mm, 57.8 g 12), undated but mid 17th century. WA...
Lot 50 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. Plaquettepenning (Silver, 73mm, 70.26 g 12), on the death of Admiral Maarten Tro...
Lot 51 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. Medal (Silver, 68mm, 115.64 g 12), on the death of Admiral Maarten Tromp (1597-1...
Lot 52 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. Willem III, Prince of Orange, 1650-1702. Plaquettepenning (Silver, 65mm, 49.72 g...
Lot 53 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. Plaquettepenning (Silver, 79mm, 91.04 g 12), on Hendrik van Brederode and the pe...
Lot 54 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. Willem III, Prince of Orange, 1650-1702. Medal (Silver, 61.5mm, 58.55 g 12), on ...
Lot 55 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. Plaquettepenning (Silver, 81mm, 95.82 g 12), in commemoration of William the Sil...
Lot 56 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. Plaquettepenning (Silver, 78mm, 64.47 g 12), marriage medal, Amsterdam, P. van A...
Lot 57 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. Plaquettepenning (Silver, 75mm, 82.49 g 12), marriage medal, by P. van Abeele, c...
Lot 58 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. Medal (Silver, 62mm, 78.46 g 12), on the building of the Haarlem–Leiden Canal, A...
Lot 59 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. Zeeland . Medal (Silver, 70mm, 117.19 g 12), on the recovery of a sunken treasur...
Lot 60 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. Plaquettepenning (Silver, 70mm, 78.43 g 12), on Charles II's departure from Sche...
Lot 61 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Great Britain. Plaquettepenning (Silver, 66mm, 58.53 g 12), in memory of two of the children of Charles I, Henry ...
Lot 62 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. Plaquettepenning (Silver, 62x54mm, 44.43 g 12), Memento mori for Geetrudis Teres...
Lot 63 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. Plaquettepenning (Silver, 76mm, 99.75 g 12), on the death of Admiral Cornelius E...
Lot 64 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. Medal (Silver, 71mm, 122.24 g 12), on the Peace of Breda, Amsterdam, by Christof...
Lot 65 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. Medal (Silver, 47.5mm, 47.06 g 12), marriage medal for a member of the Beyerman ...
Lot 66 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. Amsterdam . Box Medal (Silver, 77mm, 94.88 g), in commemoration of the granting...
Lot 67 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. Medal (Silver, 72mm, 105.40 g 12), on the lynching of the De Witt brothers in th...
Lot 68 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. Medal (Silver, 47mm, 43.18 g 12), on the murder of the De Witt brothers, 1672. I...
Lot 70 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, Deventer. Halftaler Klippe (Silver, 28x28mm, 13.99 g), uniface emergency money for use during the si...
Lot 71 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. Medal (Silver, 56mm, 36.96 g 12), on the siege of Groningen, by. M.H.S, 1672. Vi...
Lot 72 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. Medal (Silver, 54mm, 32.35 g 12), on the siege of Groningen and the capture of C...
Lot 74 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. Medal (Silver, 54mm, 33.63 g 6), on the siege of Groningen and the capture of Co...
Lot 75 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. Plaquettepenning (Silver, 77.5mm, 91.44 g 12), on the death of Captain David Zwe...
Lot 76 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. Utrecht . Medal (Silver, 43mm, 38.02 g 12), on the freeing of Utrecht from Frenc...
Lot 77 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. Medal (Silver, 42mm, 24.35 g 12), on the Peace of Nijmegen between the Dutch Rep...
Lot 78 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. Amsterdam . Plaquettenpenning (Silver, 65mm, 91.07 g 12), on the death of Joost ...
Lot 79 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. Amsterdam . Plaquettepenning (Silver, 73x66mm, 96.20 g 12), Memento mori for Cor...
Lot 80 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Holy Roman Empire. Leopold I. 1640-1705. Medal (Silver, 43mm, 37.18 g 12), on the defeat of the Ottoman siege of ...
Lot 81 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. Medal (Silver, 49mm, 44.19 g 12), on the interception and eventual publication (...
Lot 82 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Holy Roman Empire. Leopold I. 1657-1705. Medal (Silver, 39mm, 22.87 g 12), on the imperial victories over the Tur...
Lot 83 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. Rotterdam . Jeton (Silver, 32mm, 12.19 g 12), on the festivities held in Rotterd...
Lot 84 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. Amsterdam . Medal (Silver, 24mm, 8.35 g 12), on Nicholas Witsen, several times b...
Lot 85 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. Medal (Silver, 50mm, 47.47 g 12), on the suppression of civic unrest, by Renier ...
Lot 86 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Holy Roman Empire. Leopold I, 1657-1705. Medal (Silver, 45.6mm, 35.50 g 1), on the Imperial victory over the Turk...
Lot 87 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. Plaquettepenning (Silver, 60x51mm, 32.92 g 12), Memento mori for Justus de Jonge...
Lot 88 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Germany. Medal (Silver, 57mm, 59.84 g 12), marriage medal, by an uncertain engraver, c. 1700. GOTT HADTS GENUGT D...
Lot 89 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. Medal (Silver, 44mm, 38.54 g 12), on the freeing of Nijmegen from the French sie...
Lot 90 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Spain. Charles III, pretender. 1700-1713. Medal (Silver, 44mm, 34.24 g 12), on his arrival in Lisbon, escorted by...
Lot 91 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Spain. Medal (Silver, 49mm, 45.60 g 12), on the arrival of the pretender Charles III in Lisbon, unsigned, 1703. F...
Lot 92 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. Alkmaar . Token (Silver, 33mm, 12.36 g 12), friendships-token of the city of Alk...
Lot 93 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Great Britain. Anne, 1702-1707-1714. Medal (Silver, 43mm, 37.35 g 12), on the forcing of the French lines in Flan...
Lot 94 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Great Britain. Anne, 1702-1707-1714. Medal (Silver, 42mm, 30.22 g 12), on the Battle of Oudenarde, with a tribute...
Lot 95 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Holy Roman Empire. Joseph I, 1705-1711. Medal (Silver, 45mm, 29.51 g 12), on the capture of Lille by the allies, ...
Lot 96 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Germany. Medal (Silver, 43mm, 29.16 g 12), on the capture of Douai by the Allies in 1710, unsigned, but by Martin...
Lot 97 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Holy Roman Empire. Charles VI. 1711-1740. Medal (Silver, 44mm, 30.06 g 12), on the capture of Temesvar (modern Ti...
Lot 98 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Great Britain / Holy Roman Empire. Charles VI (1711-1740) and George I (1714-1727), Medal (Silver, 44mm, 28.93 g ...
Lot 99 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Holy Roman Empire. Charles VI. 1711-1740. Medal (Silver, 43mm, 30.13 g 12), on the Peace of Passarowitz between t...
Lot 100 European Medals from 1513 to 1788 Netherlands, The Dutch Republic. Plaquettepenning (Silver, 69mm, 94.39 g 12), on the silver wedding anniversary o...


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Flashback to 1999…
Mr. David Pratt: I have another quick question on the issue of demilitarization. One of the things we've heard over the last couple of years has been the problem with what has been described as "careerism" within the Canadian Forces. Do you see those two issues linked?
Col Sean Henry: Well, it's strange you should mention that, because I was going to hand this out, but I thought the chairman might cut me off.
On the front page of this, we have an advertisement for the Royal Military College of Canada that appeared in Maclean's magazine. As you know, Maclean's will not include RMC as one of its universities, so DND spends money on advertisements. This is page one. There are actually four pages.
I would like to ask you whether or not what you see there causes you to think that RMC is a military operation. There's one person there in a military uniform, but you will note that person doesn't have a rifle, which you would normally expect. At the bottom, you see people in sweatsuits. I know for a fact that they don't go to classes at RMC in sweatsuits. But as far as we are concerned, if there is careerism, that's where the problem starts, because RMC is supposed to be the focus of implanting the military ethic in the minds of new officer cadets. The same thing goes for Saint-Jean with the other ranks.
In our estimation, demilitarization, some of the reasons having to do with the Charter of Rights and Freedoms, and others, starts there. And there it is. That's demilitarization-a perfect example.
On the back, just to go off a bit, there's a report of a new program heading down the road, and you can be sure that DND is going to have its arm twisted to fully conform to this program, which probably doesn't have an awful lot of military significance. But time, effort, and money are going to have to be spent on it.
Going back to the question that was asked, careerism occurs when people in the military have virtually given up. Let's face it, let's be realistic: we're all human beings and we all have self-interest. It occurs in certain people more than others. But if you have a proper military organization, where the military ethic and the service before self has been created in people's minds, it will be far less of a problem. Over the past 30 years, because of the corrosion of the military ethic and service before self, and because of demilitarization in the armed forces, the careerism factor has become more of a problem. This is not very useful in solving it.
4270 Colonel (Ret'd) Sean Henry (RRMC RMC '59)
Extract from the STANDING COMMITTEE ON NATIONAL DEFENCE AND VETERANS AFFAIR, December 16th 1999
Orders of the Day of the Legislative Assembly of British Columbia Wednesday, March 22, 1995
Mr. Kasper to move — Be it resolved that this House strongly condemn the Government of Canada's unfair decision to close five defence installations in British Columbia, including the Royal Roads Military College, resulting in the elimination of nearly 900 civilian and military jobs; and be it further resolved that this House, noting the reputation of academic excellence offered at the Royal Roads Military College during its fifty-five year history, and in light of the recent $20 million upgrade, urge the Government of Canada to re-examine the utility of closing the only military college in Western Canada, affecting 230 civilian and military jobs.
Extract from the ORDERS OF THE DAY OF THE Legislative Assembly of British Columbia, March 22nd 1995
Flashback to 1960/1962…
4174 Lieutenant John David Hessin (RRMC '59) joined the Lord Strathcona's Horse (Royal Canadians) Regiment on graduation from the Royal Military College in May 1959. He was selected for training as a pilot in May 1960 and joined his course in Rivers, Manitoba at that time. Lieutenant Hessin was, unfortunately, killed in an aircraft accident during his last week of training 7/31/1960. Lieutenant Hessin's fiancée, Miss Mary Jean Borden, presented a memorial sword to the Regiment with the following inscription: "This Sword presented to Lord Strathcona's Horse by Mary Jean Borden in memory of her fiancé Lieutenant J. David Hessin. To be awarded annually to the subaltern of the Regiment who in the judgement of his fellow officers has displayed the highest qualities of leadership, integrity and ability." The sword, first presented in 1962, is presented during the annual Moreuil Wood parade. The name of the recipient is suitably engraved on the plaque of the memorial sword that is now kept in the Mariner Room (Officers' Rest Area).
Hessin Memorial Sword
Source: Lord Strathcona's Horse (Royal Canadians) Regimental Manual © Lord Strathcona's Horse (Royal Canadians) Regimental Society, 2004
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Justice campaigners celebrate the birthday of Simon Jones with 'Casualisation Kills' protest outside the Crown Prosecution Services office, London. Photo: Richie Andrew.
Boat Rockers Put Dock Co In Dock At Last
Dock company finally to be prosecuted for manslaughter of casual labourer
The Director of Public Prosecutions has announced that Euromin and its general manager, Richard Martell, are to be prosecuted for gross negligence for the manslaughter of Simon Jones who was crushed by a crane at Shoreham Docks in April 1998.
At the time of his death, 24 year-old Jones was both a student at Sussex University and a volunteer at the Brighton based alternative news-sheet, SchNEWS. He died within two hours of being hired as a casual labourer and sent to work with a cargo grabber which required specialist training.
The DPS's decision follows an extensive direct action campaign involving family members and activists. Actions included shutting down Euromin's dock, occupying the employment agency which sent Simon to work for Euromin, occupying the Department of Trade and Industry, shutting down Southwark Bridge outside the Health and Safety Executive, winning a judicial review challenging the Crown Prosecution Service's decision not to prosecute and, finally this September, picketing the CPS's headquarters in London over its failure to prosecute.
In announcing his decision to prosecute, the Director of Public Prosecutions, David Calvert-Smith QC, claimed his decision to prosecute "was reached without unnecessary delay".
The Simon Jones Memorial Campaign, which was set up to campaign for prosecutions has attracted sizeable support from people increasingly concerned that the rise in 'casualisation' in the UK is allowing company's to be complacent about safety standards. A spokesperson for the campaign said:"People like Simon Jones get killed at work all the time and nothing gets done about it. Not this time."
The Campaign also issued the following statement after the decision to prosecute was announced on December 19: "We would like to thank the thousands of people who have supported us over the years, especially those who risked arrest and their personal safety by taking part in the direct action that formed the heart of our campaign. We will leave it up to you to consider whether prosecutions would ever have been brought over Simon's death without that direct action."
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Casual Killers - SchNEWS mourns Simon Jones on what should have been his birthday - SchNEWS 182, September 4th, 1998
Licence To Kill - Euromin, dock company where Simon Jones was killed, are found 'not guilty' of manslaughter - SchNEWS 333, November 30th 2001
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What training is provided to staff who work with individuals at Oakwood?
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Chapter 9: Isabelle
D. Bayar	in fiction, Tantibus: A Novel	 November 17, 2017 December 3, 2017 6,285 Words
By breakfast Jane was already nearing exhaustion, but the work was worth it. The smell of bread filled the empty hall. She served two loaves alongside fresh butter and jam she'd found at the market. There were eggs as well, smoother and creamier than any I'd had before. "French style," Mr. Percy said with some amazement, and Jane's milk white face turned red as a rose. "You have been keeping secrets from us, Jane," he teased. "These are excellent."
That was all after Chauncey led his prayer, of course. Father would have pitched a fit if he knew I was being subjected to this.
"I must continue my studies today, children," Lady Falmouth explained, "so I shall be in the library today and do not wish to be disturbed. Miss Annie and Jane have very many things to attend to as well."
"Understood," Julian said.
Mr. Percy spoke up. "Chauncey and I are making repairs to the house and shall be occupied as well, milady, though of course I am at your call if the need should arise." Chauncey mumbled something and ate a final spoonful of eggs. He alone seemed to dislike them. Perhaps "French" wasn't such a compliment in this part of the country.
Lady Falmouth continued her instructions. "I don't want you in the town by yourselves, not yet anyway, and do stay away from the river. It can be more treacherous than it looks, and the land around it isn't always steady."
Julian and I changed into play clothes and headed in the orchard of dead trees. We brought our swords, of course, but our enthusiasm wasn't especially strong. I wished I'd thought to bring my music, but we wouldn't have all fit in the carriage with the instruments. Perhaps they could have left Miss Annie in London and used her spot in the carriage for my virginal. Or they could have left me. I could see little boats—wherries, they called them here—on the water and imagined I could hop on any one of them and sail to Holland and to my father.
I couldn't even be certain he was there anymore.
Supper that night showed more of Jane's talents in the kitchen. Her eyes by then were entirely sunken behind dark rims, and her hair was too limp to even hold itself together in a bun, but she ladled soup into our bowls with pride. I couldn't even identify what we were eating, I just knew it tasted wonderful. It had lots of onions, but was somehow still delicious.
The meal was largely silent, interrupted only by people asking for something to be passed. For my part, it was because I didn't want to stop eating. I think everybody else felt uncomfortable with Chauncey there. We were a family of sorts, we southerners, and Chauncey was not. Fortunately he ate quickly and then excused himself. We all watched him rise and shuffle out. As soon as the door closed and he was gone we all started talking at once.
"Why are all the trees dead?" Julian asked.
"Nobody to care for them," his mother answered.
"Chauncey should have done it," he said.
"Chauncey did far more than he was asked to do. There's no mice, no holes in the walls, no fire has gutted the hall." She gestured lamely at the tapestry. "This hideous thing is still hanging." We all looked at it, the ugly black dog rising over the town. And then Miss Annie laughed, and we all did the same.
"It's a shame, though," Lady Falmouth continued. "This house has a lot of history. Not much of it good, but history nonetheless."
"What do you mean?" I asked, hoping to hear a story.
"I don't know much about it. It's Hector's family, not mine. But there is a history of sadness here. When Lord Falmouth was young he spent most of his time in this room. His father was difficult, and his mother may have been mad. She was forever going on about the Queen. Her Majesty coming to visit, Her Majesty sending messages. Nobody was ever even sure which Queen she was talking about. Her own mother had been burned at the stake, accused of witchcraft. She saw this happen, apparently."
"Witchcraft?" Julian asked. "My grandmother was a witch?"
"Your great-grandmother. And no, there are no such things as witches. She was a strong-willed woman, from what I understand. The stories people tell are always about her being a monster. Apparently one time she attacked a knight and stabbed him with his own sword. When I heard the story—from Mr. Chauncey, years ago—he talked about how she grew in size and was possessed by a demon when she did it. Obviously that is madness. I think he just couldn't imagine a woman strong enough, determined enough, to defend herself from a man. And defending herself is what she was doing. One of her children hadn't shown this knight enough respect, he felt, so he hit the child with the broadside of his sword. She hit him, and so he struck her instead. So she fought back. I can only imagine that I would do the same if somebody tried to hurt either of you."
"And they burned her for that?"
"No, they burned her because she set off a keg of gunpowder in the village market. I don't think anybody was killed but the damage to the goods and buildings was significant."
"Why did she do that?" I asked, mindful of my own history of setting fires.
"That much I don't know. But she was accused of being a witch, which is nonsense, and they burned her. They, the town that is, accused her and then refused to hold a trial, claiming she would use her witchcraft to lie and to trick them. So they burned her, figuring that if she was not a witch then she would burn like a regular person, and they could pardon her after she died, but if she was a witch then she wouldn't burn, and they could take her from the fire and cut off her head."
"She died, of course. In the fire."
"And they made her children watch it?"
"Only the girls, I'm told. If they looked away then they might be witches, too." Then, sarcastically, "Because a normal person wouldn't mind watching a witch burn, but a witch wouldn't want to watch one of their own burn."
"That's madness," I said.
"It's all madness. Lady Falmouth—your grandmother Lady Falmouth, not me—she was very small when it happened and never spoke of it, but she was always so unsteady with herself. I think she feared what sort of fate might befall her. Maybe that's why she cultivated her friendship with the imaginary queen, to protect herself. The older she was the more difficult she became. My husband, when he was still just little Hector, not yet lord of anything, he would come into the library and read all he could. History, mythology, science, philosophy. Everything. And one day he could read better than boys twice his age and his father sent him to Westminster School, and he vowed never to return to Bungay. I'm not sure his mother noticed he was gone. She was quite mad by then. She drowned in the Waveney one day, years later—nobody knows why she was in the water—and her husband passed the following winter after a brief illness. Hector and I came up here and did what we could. We sold most of his holdings in the village, keeping only as much as we needed for the income, and then took all of the books that he liked. Chauncey keeps the house from falling apart but only barely. To be honest I thought he would have died that winter. Instead he is still here."
"Chauncey," Mr. Percy said, "is far tougher than he looks. He may outlive us all yet."
"Let's hope not," Miss Annie said, and they all laughed. I looked around. Funny how we came to a house full of ghosts in order to escape a city full of demons.
"In any event moving to London was the best thing that happened to Lord Falmouth. He met your father"—she nodded toward me—"and found a kindred spirit. And of course he met me, which on balance I think has been a good thing for the both of us."
I felt the words crawling up my throat and couldn't stop them from coming out. "Who is Tantibus?" I asked. After I said it I forced my face to melt into its most innocent wide-eyed pose, but when I said it I knew that my eyes had betrayed me. But it couldn't be helped: I knew enough that I needed to know more.
It was hard to understand their reactions. Mr. Percy and Jane acted as though they hadn't heard me, and they very well may not have. Miss Annie had been reaching for a roll and when she heard me she froze, and then pretended that she was trying to decide between two rolls. It wasn't convincing. Lady Falmouth looked at me and then at Julian, then back at me and finally took a sip of water. Julian, I could see, was entirely frozen.
"I'm not sure," she said. "Where did you hear that?"
From all of you, I wanted to say but didn't. Instead I shrugged. I moved to take a roll for myself, hoping that if I didn't say anything else then they would think I'd lost interest and it would all go away.
"It's an old legend," Lady Falmouth continued. "I don't know much about it." She was lying. I don't know how but I could tell. "Your father and my husband like to share legends with each other. Your father travels much so he knows more. When they were young I think they tried to form a secret society of occultists but they couldn't attract any more members. That—" She meant Tantibus but didn't say his name—"was one of the stories they told. But I don't remember it well." A lie again.
"But what is it?" Julian pressed. I wanted to kick him under the table. Even though I had started it I wanted this conversation to end. And somehow to continue.
Lady Falmouth took another sip of water. "It was… well, 'he' was, I suppose, a king. The story comes from the East, I think Mesopotamia or Persia. A king who wanted to be a god. He found a way to do it, but before he could finish the gods punished him. So now he exists, half-immortal, trying to rediscover the secret. It's just one of those classic monsters stories, like witches or the Golem. In more superstitious times people told stories to explain away the things that frightened them, or to keep children from misbehaving."
I could feel a burning in my stomach and a tightening in my lungs that told me that she was lying. She was thinking fast, trying to figure out what to share and what to hold back. She didn't know how much I already knew and so it was a careful game she played.
"How is he half-immortal?" Julian asked, blithely oblivious to how uncomfortable the table was becoming. He and Jane, united in having no idea what was going on.
Lady Falmouth, again thinking quickly and choosing words carefully, navigating waters that could very well be treacherous. "I suppose because he lives forever, or at least a long time, but can still die somehow."
"So what does he do?" Julian continued. "Why doesn't he fix himself back up?"
"It's just a legend, love."
"But there has to be more to it. Nobody would tell a story like that without explaining what he wants. How would you scare the children?"
Lady Falmouth laughed a bit. "I suppose… I remember that there was a treasure from which he drew his power. The gods scattered it about the world. Like dust."
"He gathers dust?"
She smiled more, and teasingly leaned towards him. She had found an angle and was satisfied that she had gotten through the worst of it. "Dust under children's beds! And if you get up at night and wake your parents you might find him! And he'll eat your toes!"
She was being silly, and Julian liked it although he pretended not to.
"But we came here to hide from him," I said flatly, not looking up. "Tantibus." My fork poked idly at the last remnants of my supper. The laughter died. I looked up to find all staring at me, Lady Falmouth most of all.
Her voice was as flat as mine. "We fled because your father is involved in treason, and we can't count on either London nor Portsmouth being safe for any of us now."
Jane fluttered. "Excuse me, I should go…"
"You can stay," Lady Falmouth said, and Mr. Percy reached a hand out and put it on Jane's shoulder. She stayed. "We are not involved, not directly at least. But your father's name is well-known throughout England, and if things go wrong…" She let the thought trail off. "We are safest here."
The trick with lies, I was learning, is that they are best not invented from whole cloth. If you can wrap them up in enough truth then the lies can hide in plain sight.
The dream again. I had it often now. On the hilltop, surrounded by the crows and the beasts who hurled wind and rain at each other. The details were always the same. I could only see through her eyes—the dream-Isabelle, the girl who wasn't me but I recognized as myself anyhow—and dream-Isabelle always looked at the same thing. I could feel what she felt—the cold wind whipping through my clothes and striking my skin as though it were bare, my hair flapping about me. I could hear the cries and shouts and the sound of the armies clashing, and over the din I could hear and feel the flow of water and energy through the rivers as they converged on a point at the bottom of the valley.
My room was dark and stuffy. I couldn't breathe, and needed to go outside as surely as I would need a drink in the desert. I slipped out of my room and down the corridor into the hall, and from there through the library and outside. The horse in the stable whinnied quietly. Otherwise the night was completely still.
The cottage stood a ways off, the lights in it off. I wanted to walk a little but didn't want to go into the dead orchard, so I followed the path that led past the cottage towards the water meadows. The ground sloped away here. If I wanted to I could follow the old protective wall to the main road.
I didn't want to get too far away, I just wanted air. I decided I would go to the edge of the tall grasses and then turn around. I liked the way that the air slipped over and around me. It was warm, even in my bedclothes, but there was a slight hint of chill in the night. The air on my skin was real, lifting the shroud from me but in a way that wasn't terrifying in the least.
In the tall grass I heard a rustle, and then a deep breathing. It was very dark here and I couldn't make out the shapes at all. A very large dark shape, with a squat head and a long snout. Its mouth was open and the whites of its fangs shone faintly in the night. It was a beast, but its eyes, which shone clearly in the night, were human. My heart stopped beating. The beast didn't growl or move, it just stood there. I did the same. I wouldn't say I was scared, just very surprised. Maybe surprised isn't the right word. It all felt like a dream, except for the very real sensation of the air.
From the road came another figure, much smaller, moving quickly but unhurried. I dared not take my eyes off the beast. The smaller figure in the dark strode past me and up to the beast with one hand extended. It placed its hand on the beast's snout and the two stayed frozen. They spoke without saying any words I could hear, and just as quietly as it had appeared the beast turned and returned to the meadows. The smaller figure turned away and returned to from where he had come, looking briefly over his shoulder at me. It was the little boy from the river, the one called Asa. His was a strange name that I had heard once before but couldn't remember where. He looked at me and nodded slowly, and then turned back and returned to the road.
I took a very deep breath, aware of the air filling my lungs and my blood rushing through my veins, and went back in the house, remembering to scrape the dirt and leaves off my feet before going back inside. I walked past my own room and into Julian's.
I don't know if Julian knew that I joined him at night. He hadn't said anything, not even when we were alone. He did, though, leave enough room on the bed for me to crawl in. The bed was small enough that this couldn't be an accident. In the morning I would get out of bed before he awoke and return to my own room.
Lady Falmouth spent most of every day in the library. Doing what, I didn't know, but doing it diligently and constantly and without much interruption. She had stacks of books that she leafed through, and notebooks full of words and numbers but nothing that I could recognize. Miss Annie worked with her, too.
Without Lord Falmouth to work for, Mr. Percy divided his time between ordering Chauncey around and helping Jane. There was more to Mr. Percy than I had ever appreciated. Perhaps I had been too wild to see it. In London he had been kind to me when he didn't need to be, and when the Incident happened, I had a distinct feeling that his eyes were on me, and that he would take care of me if he had to. Now I saw him offering support to Jane. Jane had been abruptly promoted from scullery maid to cook, and she was determined to make the most of it. Mr. Percy stopped by the kitchen quite a bit, tasting her food and offering advice. Mrs. Smith at Shandos Place was always kind to me, but I could tell she had no patience for Jane. I assumed it was Jane's fault; perhaps it was Mrs. Smith's.
Jane did not join us for tea ever. She said that she wasn't dressed properly, and Lady Falmouth didn't press the issue. I believe that if Jane had wanted to join she would have been allowed, but I also think that there was a larger point being made about Jane's growing confidence and maturity. As cook she would someday run a kitchen staff, and part of that meant knowing her place and teaching others. Jane took tea in the library instead, and so she wouldn't be alone Mr. Percy joined her, leaving me and Julian to sit with Lady Falmouth, Miss Annie, and Chauncey, who I think was starting to enjoy being asked to sit at the table after years of being alone in the cottage. He even put on a proper, albeit ratty, dinner jacket to join us.
"Weather's turning," Chauncey said. "Leaves falling soon. If William and Mary intend to come they better come soon. Don't want to march troops through the snow."
Nobody responded. Nobody wanted to think about the war anymore.
Jane and Mr. Percy came from the library together and tea time was finished. Lady Falmouth called Julian over and whispered in his ear. He made an annoyed face and began to protest but she gave him a stern look and he slunk off towards his room. Miss Annie rose and took my hand. "Come with me," she said, and feeling confused I rose and followed her, through the hallway down to her room. She ushered me in and closed the door behind her. There was a tub full of warm water on the floor.
"It should be cool enough by now," she said. "Go on, get in. Neither you nor Julian have had a bath since we came and we can all tell."
I thought about protesting but didn't. She turned around to attend to small chores while I undressed and got in. She must have drawn the bath while Julian and I were playing, but the water was still quite hot. I sat down slowly and she came over, soap and scrub brush in hand. But first she took my head and her hands and tilted it up to look at my lip.
"It's healed quite nicely," she said. I remembered the little boy's finger on my lip, curiously warm and soft. My lip had healed completely, with not so much as a tiny scar on it. "Very quickly, too. Good for you." She released me and reached for my necklace. "What is this?" She held my necklace, and a curious look crossed her face. I could feel her weighing it in her hand. I put my hand over the pendant and slid it out of hers.
"A gift from my father," I said.
"Well, give it here."
"No," I said, holding it in my fist.
"It's wood and leather, Isabelle, the bath water will make it stink."
"It will not. I've gotten it wet before. And father told me to never take it off." Julian has one too, I thought of saying, but didn't.
She sighed. "As you wish," she mumbled and began to scrub at me with the brush. It hurt and felt good at the same time, just as the hot water stung and soothed.
"How on earth did you get so filthy?" Long streaks of black appeared on my arms where the brush went; rinsing it uncovered the bright pink skin underneath.
"I don't want you playing outside again today. I also brought out a nice dress for you. I haven't seen you dressed decently all week. Today we shall be decent."
"There's nobody here to impress, Annie."
"Miss Annie, dear," she corrected, and then dumped a cupful of water on my head. I hadn't expected it and cringed. I must have shouted out, too. "Don't fuss, your hair is filled with dirt. You're lucky I remembered to grab a few dresses. Lord Falmouth said we'd only be gone a fortnight at most but I don't see that as likely."
She rubbed soap into my hair and scrubbed at it hard. How had I gotten so dirty? The earth here must be stickier than that in the south.
"The weather is starting to cool and I do believe we won't be back before it is cold. I've asked Lady Falmouth to send me back to London to properly pack if we're to stay through the winter."
I turned to look at her. "Through the winter? Nonsense. Father wouldn't stay away so long."
She grabbed my head with both her hands and put it back where it was. "Hold still while I scrub your hair. Perhaps Lord Falmouth will send for us to return to London tomorrow, but I doubt it. I think we are here until this revolution mess is over."
"So you don't think that this has anything to do with the Incident?"
"Of course it does. There was a spy in the library." She scrubbed and rinsed.
"You really think so? That it was a spy?"
"You must stop that nonsense," she said dismissively.
"But it was a girl. The Shively girl." I turned again, and she put me back in place. I didn't like having conversation with somebody I couldn't see.
"I've known Emily Shively for all of her life. It wasn't her."
"Julian said it was," I insisted. "He saw her face clearly."
"So did I. You know as well as I that Julian has a very excitable imagination."
I wouldn't give up. Somehow I was going to get somebody to admit the truth. "Lord Falmouth spoke to her. He called her Emily. And Jane says she turned into a bird."
"Almost nothing that Jane has said in all the time I've known her has made any kind of sense. Stand up so I can rinse you."
"Still, the King wouldn't send a young girl to spy."
Miss Annie was dismissive. "The King has proved beyond all doubt that his judgment is poor. I can believe that he or one of his ministers offered a poor girl from the dockyard some money to report on what she heard in a nobleman's house, and I can believe that in the mess of confusion even Lord Falmouth could mistake her for the missing Shively girl. Stand still while I get you a towel, I don't want you dripping on my floor. The floorboards are already rotting, I imagine with some water spilled on them they'll just give way."
The water pooled around my feet was so dark I couldn't see my toes. Miss Annie wrapped the towel around my shoulders and lifted me straight up from the tub. "You're getting to be too old for this."
"I bathe myself at home, you know."
"Yes, and you make a terrible mess."
"Because I know you." She dried me vigorously and my skin turned almost red. She threw a slip on over me and I sat down on a chair. Then she sat down behind me and began brushing my hair dry.
"You are becoming a young lady, Isabelle. It's time you behaved like one."
"I can behave like one just fine when I want to," I huffed.
"Yes, I agree. But you need to want to more often. Running around with wooden swords is not a way for a young lady to behave."
"Joan of Arc used real swords."
"Joan of Arc was burned at the stake. And she wasn't running around with boys all the time."
"Queen Elizabeth ran around with boys all the time."
"Hush your mouth," she snapped, and pulled hard at a tangle in my hair.
"It's true. Father told me." He also told me that even after all these years, the Virgin Queen remains a saint in the English imagination and is not to be spoken of lightly.
"When you are queen you may consort with whomever you choose. You, young lady, are already going to have a difficult time being married off. With your father, your circumstances, your 'you'-ness."
"I'm eight years old, I don't need to be married yet."
"You're almost nine, mind you, and you'll be marrying age sooner than you believe. These years go by fast."
I crossed my arms across my chest. My feet were getting cold. The brush caught in another tangle of hair and she pulled at it hard enough to hurt.
"Mr. Percy told me about your jaunt into the City that night." Here it was, finally, my reckoning for that night. I tried not to show that my heart had skipped a beat. "I know it was your idea. Julian would never do something like that without your lead."
"Why did he tell you?"
"You slept all day that day. Most unlike you. I was going to send for the doctor when Mr. Percy told me. You're very lucky he found you when he did. What if you had made into the City? It's filled with ruffians at night."
So she didn't know after all. In her telling, Mr. Percy caught us at the maypole and marched us home.
"You didn't tell Lord Falmouth?" I asked.
"No. I should have told your father but he was already gone. I decided that only Julian would get into any real trouble, but you were the one who deserved the scolding. Anyway, I thought Mr. Percy would take care of the two of you by himself."
"He's been very nice to me ever since."
"I noticed. You must have scared the devil out of him. He's really a very sweet man, though he hides it. You know he used to work for your father?"
"Did he?"
"We both did," she continued. Another tangle, but she dealt with it gently. "When you were a baby. But your father has this habit of replacing all of his staff regularly. So the two of us came to work for Lord Falmouth. John Percy has known you longer than you've known him. Despite himself he cares about you, and I think you scared him that night. In all your history of bad ideas that might have been your worst."
"I wander around Portsmouth by myself." I bet if she could have found another tangle in my hair she would have pulled at it then.
"Everyone in Portsmouth knows you. And Portsmouth isn't London." She gave one last long brush from the top of my head to the bottom of my hair. "There." She was finished at last, which meant she wouldn't be pulling at my scalp anymore. She came around and looked at me. "Perfect. Now let's get you into this dress."
It was one of my new ones, from when Father went to Spain. I was glad she chose that one.
A flash of panic shot across her face, and she looked back at the tub of dirty water.
"What?" I asked.
"Your necklace!"
"It's right here." I reached under the collar of the dress and showed her the leather strap. She was relieved.
"You can't see it all." The curious look on her face again. I could tell that she wanted to touch it again. It was strange. This wasn't the kind of jewelry ladies were normally drawn to, not something studded with rubies. It was wood and leather, and I only wore it because my father gave it to me.
I nodded. "Like it disappears. But I can feel it when it's on. I know I can't lose it." I didn't feel it on my skin, though. It was more like a feeling in my blood, or my heart. "Why are we dressing up?"
"Because tomorrow is Sunday and we are going to church."
And now it was my turn to panic. "I don't go to church. Nobody in my family does."
"Nobody in this family does, either," Miss Annie soothed. "But this isn't London, or Portsmouth for that matter. Back home your father and Lord Falmouth can be eccentrics. In a village like this, if we don't appear at church, at least on Sundays, we can expect the village to come and burn us all down for being heretics or demons. Or Catholics."
"We are Catholic," I reminded. "Or at least we were." My mother was from Spain. In Spain even the grass is Catholic.
"And in London—and Portsmouth—that is perfectly fine. But in a little village like this I'd rather be a demon from Hell than be a religion different from theirs. When Jane went to the market she didn't bother stopping by the church first, and I cannot tell you how many times Chauncey has asked me about that. So we shall make an appearance, if not to save our souls than at least to save our skins. This is important, do you understand?" Reluctantly I nodded. She lowered herself to my level and spoke slowly and firmly. "Repeat what I said so I know that we understand each other."
Dressing up was much less fun now. It was fun, though, to step back into the hall and see Julian laughably uncomfortable in his own nice outfit, unhappy about the scrubbing he received from his mother and the ridiculous way she had smoothed his normally curly hair into a flat bowl over his skull. "Isabelle," Lady Falmouth began, "you look beautiful. Can I put a bow in your hair?" she asked. Yes, she could, and I knew what to use. I ran quickly into my room and came out with the small scarf the man in the boat had given me.
"Where did you get this?" Lady Falmouth asked.
"From a man in a boat down at the market."
"Oh, Isabelle," Miss Annie sighed. "You… Never mind."
"I found this when I was in the library for tea." Jane gestured towards the library with her head. The door to it was closed; Miss Annie and Lady Falmouth were in there. Julian and I had been left alone in the hall. We weren't going anywhere today, and in any event the clothes that we were dressed in were inappropriate for church. We were dressed up so we couldn't go outside and play, or even play rough inside. They were polite shackles. It didn't take us long to figure that out.
Jane came from her room with a leather-bound book that she placed on the table in front of us. "I thought you might find it interesting."
The front door opened and Mr. Percy came in. Jane moved her body so that she blocked his view of the book, and Julian, understanding, reached out and pulled it close to him before hiding it under the table. Jane slowly stepped away from us, smiling. Mr. Percy crossed the room and put a hand on her shoulder.
"Good evening, children." He smiled at us. Jane walked towards the kitchen and Mr. Percy followed her. He didn't look back at us but Jane did, with just a hint of mischief on her face.
When they were gone Julian took out the book. "What is it?" I asked him.
The cover had no title. It was not a proper book so much as a scrapbook. Pages torn from other books, crudely bound together with leather strings, not unlike the one that held my necklace. I tried to see if Julian was wearing his but I couldn't see it on his neck. I shouldn't have been able to see it, though, so I wasn't worried. I knew he was wearing it just the same.
"Diverse Mysteries and Legends of the East." That was on the first page. It was in my father's handwriting, or at least a version of my father's handwriting. He must have been young when he wrote it. The printed text underneath was in a different language, probably Latin. There was a drawing on the next page, of large-eyed men with curly beards bowing before a winged lion with a woman's head. My father had written "Lamassu" on the page.
Subsequent pages were a mess of languages. I recognized Latin, with all the quos vult sic nunc et and such. Greek, too, which always enchanted me with its beautiful curls: ἄγγελος δαίμων θεός χάος. I saw some German and French, and then large sections in Spanish. My father annotated much of it, translating selected words in the margins. For another long section the pages were covered in what looked like ink drippings but with a regularity that told me it must be an alphabet: شيطان يتبع لنا عبر الليل.
Drawings of various kinds: men in robes sacrificing goats; creatures with human heads, or else humans with animal bodies; temples and mountains; battle scenes with spears and swords, some fantastically bloody. And then partway through the words became English, and slowly Julian and I could read them. Gods, monsters, Assyria, Maghrib, Samarkand, Nineveh. The words were difficult to understand.
We turned a page and understood suddenly why Jane thought this book might be of interest to us. There was a picture, drawn by my father, of a man standing on a shore before a city crowned with a succession of domes. The man was only an outline, but Julian and I both recognized him clearly. He was tall and powerfully built, with something odd about him, a deformity perhaps that we couldn't readily identify but sensed all the same. On either side of him were a line of crows.
"Constantinople, 19 May 1682. Tantibus on European soil."
A cold chill passed through me and Julian visibly shuddered. We turned the page and saw my father's writing:
"The Treasure of Tantibus."
There was a rustle of sound in the kitchen and footfalls that drew closer. Julian slammed the book shut and put it back under the table. Mr. Percy came in and looked on at us as he passed through the hall. The country air was doing well for him. He looked happier than I had ever seen him.
Miss Annie opened the library door then and called out to us. "Children, to bed." We didn't protest. In my room I changed into bedclothes quickly and then slipped out. I shut my door behind me and creeped into Julian's room. He was in his own bedclothes, ready for me. He had strung a blanket up in front of the bedroom door, and once I was behind it he lit a candle. We hoped the blanket would block enough light to keep our activities a secret. Anybody outside would see the light through the window, but we couldn't imagine any reason why anybody would be outside.
Quietly we flipped through the book until we reached the page we wanted, and then read to ourselves, stopping only to ask each other what specific words meant and how they might be pronounced.
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Chapter 10: The Treasure of Tantibus
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I have a lot of your story to catch up on. It keeps evolving to reveal new mysteries. Family legends, strange beasts and a decaying old manor house make for great reading.


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Is a modal shift to public transport an effective way to reduce road traffic congestion pressures?
You can see a significant change in both trends from around 2004 onwards.
Arguably public transport mode shift has been the most effective method for relieving congestion pressures in Melbourne in the last five years.
That is not to say traffic congestion has been solved or significantly eased, but it would likely have become much worse if road traffic volumes had continued to grow after 2004-05.
More posts on road traffic and mode shift.
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Great chart, Chris. Can't say I can see much correlation there, though (have you calculated it?). Also, seems that congestion first flattened about 00/01 without any response from PT.
Assuming that most of the PT patronage growth is coming from trips to the city centre, wouldn't growth in CBD and near-CBD jobs be a more plausible explanation for the jump in PT patronage (and haven't you previously argued something similar yourself)?
So why is it only IPART specifically acknowledges this?


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"The most exciting thing about Barking & Dagenham Giving is that they value collaborative engagement and inclusivity within the community, to inspire its citizens via a participatory platform, providing direct empowerment to local people who will then feel proud of their borough. BD Giving is pivotal in channelling the voices of the unspoken"
Why does working in Barking and Dagenham interest you?
I was born in Barking hospital and have been living in the borough ever since. I want to help grow this borough that I have been a part of all my life and have seen change over the years. In the past five to six years changes to improve Barking and Dagenham have been rapidly visible and this is extremely satisfying. Working for BD Giving that actively participates in improving and developing the lives of the people in our community is my chance to 'make a mark' in helping the borough succeed, which is truly fulfilling.
What are some challenges you believe you may face in this role?
One of my challenges is to organise the recording and filing of the day-to-day accounting data, and building the processes and procedures that are needed to support this growing organisation.
What are your ambitions for the borough?
Although the borough is granted with the youngest population, it has one of the highest rates of unemployment and concurrently the lowest average annual income in London. I want to see this change and the new film studios, the new rail-line at Barking Riverside and the Thames clipper, in addition to the relocation of the wholesale Billingsgate, New Spitalfields and Smithfield markets, will help. My ambitions are for Barking & Dagenham to increase recruiting local citizens and retain its people and not lose the special identity and talent to other boroughs.
What role does the community have in realising that ambition?
We are all in it together and will work together to achieve this. Our community will need to want to help advance the borough forward and make it a pleasant place to live. The people of Barking and Dagenham have the drive and the ambitious East End spirit. Those who live, work and stay in the Borough will inspire the younger generation to make Barking and Dagenham their home.
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I am so pleased to participate in the cover reveal for Christi J. Whitney's second book in The Romany Outcasts Series – SHADOW. I've already had the please of reading it, and let me tell you, this novel is so, so, SO good!! Check out the blurb and the excerpt to see what I'm talking about. You'll definitely want to pre-order this one.
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I fought the insanely strong desire to whirl around and shove the arrow down his throat. Instead, I bit my lip, tasting blood, and picked up my pace. We reached the iron fence that surrounded the Fairgrounds. Phillipe pulled out a ring of keys and opened the gate.
I'd assumed everything would look as it had the last time I'd been within the walls of the Circe de Romany. But there were no tents or pavilions. No rides or decorations, either. Only trailers – along with several RVs, trucks, and buses – arranged in a tight circle, right in the middle of the property.


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Annual Oktoberfest is the center of '50 Fest'
Anthony Sandstrom Associate Editor, Pueblo West View @ASandstromView
When the Pueblo West Metro District came up with the idea of a community festival in honor of its 50th birthday this September, which eventually became the Pueblo West 50 Fest, slated for Sept. 11 to 15, it sought the help of a group that has made Pueblo West festivals its specialty.
That's how the Pueblo West Oktoberfest, presented annually by the Pueblo West Rotary Club, became the marquee centerpiece of the Pueblo West 50 Fest.
The 9th Annual Pueblo West Rotary Club Oktoberfest will take place Fri., Sept. 13 and Sat., Sept. 14 at Civic Center Park. It's one of a weekend's worth of events at the 50 Fest.
"When the opportunity came up to partner with the Metro District," Pueblo West Rotary Club president Andy Blumberg said, "we were really excited to be able to showcase what Rotary is all about and what we do for the community."
On Friday, the Oktoberfest kicks off at 4 p.m., running to 11 p.m. with bands, food trucks, music, dancing and ice cold beer. Friday's bands include the Atomic Fireballs and Collective Groove.
Saturday, the Oktoberfest kids' area opens at 10 a.m., featuring a plethora of children's activities, including a reverse bungee, face painting, human hamster ball, a bounce house, wiener dog races, and more. Priced at $5 in past years, the kids' area is free this year thanks to the support of the Metro District. The free admission is available until 3 p.m.
Also on Saturday, Musso's Farm will be out selling and roasting chiles, giving Pueblo Westers a chance to get their annual chile haul before the following week's Chile Festival in Pueblo. Additionally, Pueblo West Eagles will be sponsoring a cornhole tournament at the event.
The adult portion of Oktoberfest continues until 11 p.m., again featuring bands, beer and food. Steve Dey will perform at 11 a.m., polka music will be on the state at 3:30, followed by nighttime shows from Sunshine and the Segway Gang and Cold Brew'd Forty.
The Oktoberfest is the key fundraiser for the Rotary Club, which maintains a scholarship fund for Pueblo West students, gifts every 3rd-grader in Pueblo West with a dictionary, funds holiday food baskets, helps volunteer at the annual Tom Sawyer Fishing Derby, and much more.
This year's Oktoberfest and Rotary year is increasingly special, Blumberg said, as it also marks the 30th anniversary of the Pueblo West Rotary Club.
"Rotary is a great group of community leaders," Blumberg said, "who aren't here to network, they're here to do good things for the community, with everything we do going straight back into the Pueblo West community."
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The move by the House Appropriations Committee to cancel the James Webb Space Telescope (JWST), the planned successor to the Hubble Space Telescope, represents a major attack on a foundational science program for the next generation – an attack on science itself. Though occurring in the context of major budgetary battles in the government, any claim that this is somehow needed for budgetary constraint, would be laughable if this were not so serious. To take just one example, the government spends over $20 billion dollars annually for air conditioning the military in Iraq and Afghanistan.
The proposed cut to NASA's budget would save only $1.6 billion. The total cost of the Webb Space Telescope is $6.5 billion, much of it already spent. Over ¾ of the components of the project are built and under test. Recall that the Hubble Space Telescope, which revolutionized our view of the universe, ran over budget and schedule during development. JWST has encountered similar issues but is still slated for launch in 2018.
The JWST provides humanity with the chance to answer some of the biggest questions we have about the universe. It has four mission science goals: Search for the first galaxies or luminous objects that formed after the Big Bang. Determine how galaxies evolved from their formation until the present. Observe the formation of stars from the first stages to the formation of planetary systems. Measure the physical and chemical properties of planetary systems and investigate the potential for life in those systems.
As NASA prepares to wrap up its shuttle program, leaving open questions about what comes next for U.S. human spaceflight, the next big thing in NASA's astronomy program has been dealt a blow. The James Webb Space Telescope, a tennis court–size spacecraft that would take up a position in deep space to peer farther than ever into the cosmos, has been in development as a replacement for and successor to the Hubble Space Telescope, which has already logged 21 years in orbit. But the House Appropriations Committee, in a bill announced July 6, proposed axing the project entirely this week, citing mismanagement and bad budgeting.
The bill, which would cut $1.6 billion, or about 9 percent, from NASA's overall budget, would have to clear the full House and gain Senate approval before becoming law. But the specter of JWST cancellation looms large over a field already facing diminished resources. "Obviously, this proposal...is upsetting," American Astronomical Society (AAS) Executive Officer Kevin Marvel wrote on his organization's blog. "The astronomy community knows the value of the JWST, recognizes that nearly all technical hurdles have been overcome and that a review of the program's management, budget and completion plan is nearly complete."
The House committee's concerns have some grounds; in November 2010, a review convened by Sen. Barbara Mikulski (D–Md.) found JWST was well behind schedule and $1.4 billion over budget, bringing the total estimate for the observatory to $6.5 billion. (NASA has already spent roughly half that amount.) The telescope, which had been targeted for a 2014 launch, would launch no sooner than 2015, the report concluded. In recent months much later launch dates of 2018 or beyond have been rumored.
Who knows if Congress would have given a greenlight to Hubble if its total cost were known from the start? But few would argue now that the orbiting observatory has been a poor investment. In fact it has revolutionized humankind's view of the universe.
The SSC would have been the successor to the much less powerful Tevatron in Illinois, a workhorse particle collider that is scheduled to be shut down this year. Instead the title of most powerful collider moved to Europe, when the Large Hadron Collider (LHC) came online in late 2009 and quickly eclipsed the Tevatron by colliding particles at higher energies than had ever been achieved. But whereas the LHC is designed to be about seven times as powerful as the Tevatron, the SSC would have been 20 times as powerful as the Tevatron and nearly three times as powerful as the LHC.


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CPJ 'deeply saddened' by death of Ukrainian photojournalist Maks Levin
April 2, 2022 10:01 AM EDT
Paris, April 2, 2022 — In response to news reports that Ukrainian photojournalist Maks Levin, who had been missing since March 13, was found dead, the Committee to Protect Journalists issued the following statement calling for accountability: "We are deeply saddened by the news of photojournalist Maks Levin's death in Ukraine while he was reporting…
Jammu and Kashmir police raid homes of four journalists
September 8, 2021 2:07 PM EDT
New Delhi, September 8, 2021 – Police in India-administered Jammu and Kashmir should stop raiding the homes of journalists and immediately return any seized electronic devices, the Committee to Protect Journalists said today. Authorities in Srinagar, the main city in Jammu and Kashmir, today raided the homes of four journalists–Showkat Motta, the editor of Kashmir…
Journalists jailed for two months in Myanmar over drone use
Bangkok, November 10, 2017–A Myanmar court today sentenced two foreign journalists who were on assignment for Turkey's state broadcaster, along with their interpreter and driver, to two months in prison on charges of filming with a drone without official permission, according to news reports. The Committee to Protect Journalists condemns the sentencing and calls on…


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Q: Split regular expression into 2 capture groups Ok, my previous questions were answered ... I have one more, this one is more difficult for me...
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Right now this expression produces only 1 capture group as noted with ^() ; How would I do 2 capture groups for this URL? (for IIS regular expression rewrite)

A: You can do this by enclosing the relevant portions like so:
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COVID-19: Turkmenistan Imposes Restrictions 'To Prevent' Outbreak
Turkmen women are seen wearing face masks in Ashgabat on July 13, where they had been banned just 2 week before.
The global death toll from the coronavirus is more than 615,000, with nearly 15 million infections confirmed, causing mass disruptions as governments continue to try to slow the spread of the respiratory illness.
Here's a roundup of COVID-19 developments in RFE/RL's broadcast regions.
Turkmenistan, the only country in Central Asia that has not confirmed a single coronavirus case within its borders, has imposed restrictions to "prevent" an outbreak of the deadly virus.
The restrictions were imposed for the period between July 2 and August 1, during which large shopping malls, marketplaces, theaters, parks, and sports venues will be closed.
Restaurants, cafeterias, and fast food businesses are also temporarily closed and can only offer food delivery services.
RFE/RL correspondents report from the country that in recent days, the Health Ministry has been sending text messages to the tightly controlled country's residents, urging them to wear masks outdoors to "thwart the adverse effect of weather".
Although Turkmen officials have not formally registered coronavirus cases, RFE/RL correspondents have reported that local hospitals have been overwhelmed with patients with pneumonia symptoms, some of whom, including medical personnel, have died.
In some parts of the country, so-called quarantine zones have been established, while some industrial facilities are being shut down, RFE/RL correspondents report.
Sources in Turkmenistan told RFE/RL on July 20 that the mayor of the country's eastern Farap district, Hasan Metkuliyev, had died of COVID-19.
The leader of a World Health Organization mission, Catherine Smallwood, told a press conference in Ashgabat on July 15 that the mission had concerns about reports of pneumonia in the energy-rich country.
She advised the Turkmen government to activate "the critical public health measures in Turkmenistan, as if COVID-19 was circulating."
In neighboring Uzbekistan, 74 hospitals in the capital, Tashkent, have been ordered to remain open 24 hours a day.
A member of the state commission on efforts to slow the spread of the coronavirus, Barno Odilova, said on July 21 that medical personnel at the hospitals had started working 12-hour shifts to handle the patient load.
Odilova added that each hospital now had a mobile team involved in outpatient treatment and delivering medicines to patients' homes for free.
According to Odilova, hospitals in Tashkent have been provided with 750 mobile phones to increase the capacity of call-centers operating around the clock.
As of July 22, the number of coronavirus cases in Central Asia's most-populous country of 32 million was 18,171, including 96 deaths.
In Tajikistan, as of July 21 the number of coronavirus cases was officially reported as 6,967, including 57 deaths.
However, an investigative report by RFE/RL's Tajik Service last month revealed that the real number of lethal cases of COVID-19 in the country might be several hundreds.
In Kyrgyzstan, health officials said on July 22 that 12,563 COVID-19 patients were currently being treated in hospitals.
In general, since mid-March, the number of registered coronavirus cases in the country was reported as 29,359, of whom 15,851 recovered and 1,123 died.
In Kazakhstan, as of July 22, the number of coronavirus case was reported as 75,153, including 610 deaths.
With reporting by RFE/RL's Kazakh, Kyrgyz, Tajik, Turkmen, and Uzbek services


Self-administration of addictive drugs is a widely used tool for studying behavioral, neurobiological, and genetic factors in addiction. However, how locomotor activity is affected during self-administration of addictive drugs has not been extensively studied. In our present study, we tested the locomotor activity levels during acquisition, extinction and reinstatement of morphine self-administration in rats. We found that compared with saline self-administration (SA), rats that trained with morphine SA had higher locomotor activity. Rats that successfully acquired SA also showed higher locomotor activity than rats that failed in acquiring SA. Moreover, locomotor activity was correlated with the number of drug infusions but not with the number of inactive pokes. We also tested the locomotor activity in the extinction and the morphine-primed reinstatement session. Interestingly, we found that in the first extinction session, although the number of active pokes did not change, the locomotor activity was significantly lower than in the last acquisition session, and this decrease can be maintained for at least six days. Finally, morphine priming enhanced the locomotor activity during the reinstatement test, regardless of if the active pokes were significantly increased or not. Our results clearly suggest that locomotor activity, which may reflect the pharmacological effects of morphine, is different from drug seeking behavior and is a distinctive index in drug self administration.
GB/T 7714 Zhang, Jian-Jun,Kong, Qingyao. Locomotor activity: A distinctive index in morphine self-administration in rats[J]. PLOS ONE,2017,12(4):1-14.
APA Zhang, Jian-Jun,&Kong, Qingyao.(2017).Locomotor activity: A distinctive index in morphine self-administration in rats.PLOS ONE,12(4),1-14.
MLA Zhang, Jian-Jun,et al."Locomotor activity: A distinctive index in morphine self-administration in rats".PLOS ONE 12.4(2017):1-14.


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ADAPTATION Trailer
Available on DVD through www.umbrellaent.com.aunnBuy it here: http://www.umbrellaent.com.au/p-3414-adaptation.aspxnnFrom director Spike Jonze and screenwriter Charlie Kaufman, the team responsible for the hilarious BEING JOHN MALKOVICH, comes ADAPTATION - a wildly unpredictable comedy about a writer who, out of sheer desperation, decides to insert himself into the screenplay he's struggling to adapt. It's a great idea, until reality and fiction begin to overlap in the most unexpected ways.nnBased on The Orchid Thief by Susan Orlean and featuring knock-out performances from NICOLAS CAGE, MERYL STREEP and CHRIS COOPER (The Bourne Identity), ADAPTATION is extremely clever, extremely funny and well deserving of its international acclaim and cult status.


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Sun, 31 Jan, 2021 - 13:50
The Echo Rebel Legends: Vote for your favourite star and win a €200 voucher
A series of fun match-ups where you pick a winner in each round
Pick your favourite from the 32 brilliant Corkonians included in this fun competition.
Eamonn Murphy
WITH much of sport in hibernation, we've created a series of bouts between some of Cork's greatest sports people over the past 50 years: The Echo Rebel Legends.
From February 1 to March 11, you'll have the chance to vote for your favourite Rebels and pick a winner.
These contests are never going to happen in reality, but we thought you might enjoy letting your imaginations run wild, pitting their various qualities and achievements against each other.
There is of course no definitive answer, but your opinion is as good as anyone else's. And it's a great opportunity to celebrate the best of Cork sport.
It's a bit of fun for sports fans, and we have a huge population of those, and a chance for you to express your admiration for the unbelievable array of stars we have across all sports.
KPMG unveiled two 20x20 murals on the South Mall, depicting Rena Buckley and Briege Corkery. The street art was expertly completed by local artist Tracey O'Callaghan.
We could have picked hundreds of more entrants but for now we decided to keep the field compact. If you like it, we might give it another go in due course with a completely different field of contestants.
TOUGH TASK:
Picking the best from among the amazing Cork sports people of the last 50 years is a tough task, a mission impossible of sorts given the high standards set by Leesiders in every code, nationally and internationally.
That's where we need your help.
The Echo has selected a squad since 1970 and our readers' votes will decide the last man or woman standing.
Each day we'll be putting forward two outstanding athletes for you to choose between. It begins on Monday, February 1 with Peter Stringer against Dave Barry and across February the original 32 candidates will be trimmed to 16, and eventually our ultimate winner.
Voting is a bit more straightforward than the US Presidential race: just log onto our website, Echolive.ie, to have your say each day.
How did we decide who was eligible? This is Cork we're talking about, not just your run of the mill county, so even shortening it to 32 candidates was a challenge for The Echo crew.
Roy Keane at his home in Nottingham, December 1992. Picture: Eddie O'Hare
Sonia, Roy, Jimmy, O'Gara, Irwin, Briege, Rena, Rob, Seán Óg, Stringer... those sporting stars identifiable by just one part of their name are obvious options.
Our team of contributors used a few criteria to nominate some more contenders.
The likes of Larry Tompkins and John Caulfield didn't spend their formative years in Cork so they weren't considered for this exercise. However, Seán Óg Ó hAilpín, who moved to Cork at the age of 10, was, along with Ronan O'Gara, who was born in the US.
We looked at former players or athletes, in terms of being retired from the elite level of their chosen sport, which meant Rena Buckley and Briege Corkery were in, but Simon Zebo, Denise O'Sullivan, Patrick Horgan, Davy Russell and Peter O'Mahony weren't.
That's not to say any of those wouldn't win a competition to name Cork's greatest sports stars.
There were a host of brilliant sports people who just missed out, this time around, including Mark Carroll, Pat Morley, Tom O'Sullivan, Ray Cummins, Colin Healy, Valerie Mulcahy and many more. They may all get their chance in future battles.
Our 32 contenders, nominated by our panel of writers, were placed in alphabetical order, with number one paired with 32, number two with 31, and so on.
Top half of the draw:
1. Dave Barry v 32. Peter Stringer.
2. Orla Barry v 31. Sonia O'Sullivan.
3. Jimmy Barry-Murphy v 30. Marcus O'Sullivan.
4. Alan Bennett v 29. Derval O'Rourke.
5. Rena Buckley v 28. Jonjo O'Neill.
6. Billy Coleman v 27. Ronan O'Gara.
7. Brian Corcoran v 26. Mary O'Connor.
8. Briege Corkery v 25. Seán Óg Ó hAilpín.
Bottom half of the draw:
9. Claire Coughlan v 24. Ray Murphy.
10. Damien Delaney v 23. Juliet Murphy.
11. Sandy Fitzgibbon v 22. Billy Morgan.
12. Caroline Forde v 21. Linda Mellerick.
13. Rob Heffernan v 20. Teddy McCarthy.
14. Denis Irwin v 19. Olive Loughnane.
15. Kieran Joyce v 18. Donal Lenihan.
16. Roy Keane v 17. Rachel Kohler.
Let the games begin - on paper at least, and in our sports-hungry imaginations! Vote for your favourite and we'll wish everyone the best of luck.
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