Vanadorn
Motorcycling Paladin
“Welcome, citizen, to the Pythagorean Library of Veii. Is there something you are looking for?”
Archimedes looked the man up and down. “No thank you.” Walking past him, the young traveler whistled upon passing from the foyer to the main hall. The interior was some 30 feet tall in the center at the peak, and maybe 20 feet along the walls. Shaped roughly like a square, the main room had to be 50 feet along each wall, those same walls sporting thin, leaded glass covered windows and shelves and shelves of books, scrolls, and tomes.
“Pretty impressive, eh?” Turning around, Archimedes found himself staring at a very tanned, almost bronze skinned man. His face was weathered, his hair hacked short and stuffed under a simple cloth hat. From his thin physique and his ink stained fingernails, Archimedes took him for a scholar or scribe.
“Yeah,” he replied. “It sure is.” He looked pointedly at the man’s slim build and added, “If you’re into this sort of stuff.”
Taking hit hat off, he ran his hand through his unruly hair quickly and replaced his hat with a single movement. “I most certainly am. Damned glad Lord Caesar thought about building more of these places.” He looked about. “Of course, it’s not as nice as Memphis’, but then again that one has been around for some hundred, two hundred years.” He walked over to an unused table and achingly placed his rucksack on it.
“Memphis?” Archimedes asked, following the stranger and pointing at a chair. When the other man nodded, he sat down with a sigh of relief. “You’ve been to Memphis?”
The man nodded, a scowl and frown crossing his face. “Yes I have. Spent 6 years in Egypt, most of it in Thebes, Elephantine, and Memphis. Nice cities, haughty people, clean neighborhoods.” He opened his bag and withdrew a small wheel of cheap bread and some loosely wrapped goat’s cheese. Offering a hunk and slice to Archimedes who happily took them, he continued, “Then next thing I know, BLAM! We’re at war with the damned Egyptians. Cleopatra tried to kill Caesar, and every man who’s the wrong color and nationality is snatched off the streets and locked away for ‘questioning’.” He shoved a large piece of bread in his mouth, chewing noisily.
Archimedes nodded. “I heard about all that. Criers were wandering Neapolis talking about the hundreds of Roman merchants and scholars being held and tortured.” He glanced over his newfound friend’s body and asked, “They torture you?”
Swallowing, he bobbed his head, frowning. “Yes. Yes they did. Spent 5 months in their cells. Was questioned every day for weeks while they beat me with split canes and jabbed scorpion’s stingers into my arms. I wasn’t the only one, there were about 20 of us.” He shook his head. “6 died the first week, with another 1 dying every week or 2 after that. When it was just me and 2 others and they knew they weren’t going to get anything else out of us, they had us bound and gagged and sold off as slaves.”
“How’d you escape?!”
“Well, seems the Egyptian who bought me was a scholar himself. He used to work with me at the Memphis library and couldn’t imagine me winding up as a slave. So he purchased me, traveled to the Mayan border, and released me to the militia of Bonampak. After 2 months of hard travel over some enemy and friendly filled roads, I was happy to be back in Roma Terra.”
Archimedes stared wonderingly. “That’s amazing, friend. Truly. You’re lucky to escape with your life.”
He shrugged. “Maybe. What bother’s me most is all the research notes and work I was doing in Egypt was lost and taken when I was first arrested. 6 years of hard won knowledge down the drain and in the hands of the Egyptians. I was on to some serious breakthroughs. Mechanical ideas and different possibilities of applied force.”
Archimedes nodded. “I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to read some of your stuff before. But, at least you have the opportunity to recraft your ideas. Hell, give me a lever long enough, and I can move the world.”
The stranger smiled, rewrapping his meager meal and placing it back in his bag. “I’d like a Roman set of eyes to look at my work. Beats the snobbish attitude the Egyptians would give it and me. Refuted most everything I said. Said it went against common observational proofs. Bah!” he slapped his hand on the table. “Knowledge is fleeting. I wish they never took my books. It’s going to take me forever to recreate them.”
“Knowledge is eternal, my friend. What you’ve learned never truly leaves you. Maybe the details get fuzzed, but as surely as boats float and gold glistens, you can replace your notes.” He patted him on his arm. “You can’t replace yourself.”
“Thanks friend.” Pulling a soft leather bound book from his sack, he opened it to the first page and stared at the clean, blank paper. “I might as well get started again.” He withdrew a vial of ink and a half dozen ratty quills. Laying his tools out, he stood up and scanned the room. Picking a section of shelves, he looked back at Archimedes and asked, “Are you going to be staying in Veii?”
Archimedes stood up, stretching toward the ceiling on his tiptoes. When finished, he wiggled his shoulders and replied, “I’m still not sure. I work for the Magister Ioral in Rome. He sent me here to give him a report on the new library here. So I’ll be here for a few days. After that? I was told that I could remain in Veii if I wish as Ioral’s representative. He’s trying to set up a learning center and foster research for the betterment of the Kingdom.” He grabbed his cloak, flinging it over his shoulder and smirked. “I get bored easily, always did, always will. Most people are dull and I am happy tinkering about on my own. There’s not much money to be made in that, and my pouch is very often light of lira. Rooms cost money, the poor houses don’t. And I don’t like to stay in the poor house.”
“Tell me about it.” He came back to the table, dropping 4 volumes he had pulled from the shelves. “There hasn’t been much money in my pocket either. I’m lucky I have a steady hand and have been able to make a few coins scribing for the courts and drawing people I meet on the street for a hot meal and warm bed.” He gave Archimedes a frank look. “Tell you what, friend. I like your tone, like your company, and could use a friendly face after the last year I’ve had. If you can swing half the rent, I’ll split a room with you. There’s a dowager nearby that has a 2nd story room to let, I’d be willing to cramp my lifestyle if it meant both of us could double our pocket coins.”
Archimedes thought about it and then smiled, nodding back. “Sounds good, right, and fair. Mind you, I’ve been told I’m a horrid snorer. And I spend most of my nights staring at the night sky, watching the heavens.”
“Ha! The only reason I need a room is not to sleep, cause I rarely do. But to hang my clothes and give myself haircuts.”
Archimedes gave a short laugh, noting the horrible condition and ragged cut of his hair. “Then, it’s settled. Let me get started on my report and by even watch, let’s go visit your dowager and haggle our room price. By the way,” he strode up, extending his hand, “I’m Archimedes.”
The other man smiled, shaking Archimedes hand with an honest vigor. "Nice to meet you, friend. Im Leonardo."
Archimedes looked the man up and down. “No thank you.” Walking past him, the young traveler whistled upon passing from the foyer to the main hall. The interior was some 30 feet tall in the center at the peak, and maybe 20 feet along the walls. Shaped roughly like a square, the main room had to be 50 feet along each wall, those same walls sporting thin, leaded glass covered windows and shelves and shelves of books, scrolls, and tomes.
“Pretty impressive, eh?” Turning around, Archimedes found himself staring at a very tanned, almost bronze skinned man. His face was weathered, his hair hacked short and stuffed under a simple cloth hat. From his thin physique and his ink stained fingernails, Archimedes took him for a scholar or scribe.
“Yeah,” he replied. “It sure is.” He looked pointedly at the man’s slim build and added, “If you’re into this sort of stuff.”
Taking hit hat off, he ran his hand through his unruly hair quickly and replaced his hat with a single movement. “I most certainly am. Damned glad Lord Caesar thought about building more of these places.” He looked about. “Of course, it’s not as nice as Memphis’, but then again that one has been around for some hundred, two hundred years.” He walked over to an unused table and achingly placed his rucksack on it.
“Memphis?” Archimedes asked, following the stranger and pointing at a chair. When the other man nodded, he sat down with a sigh of relief. “You’ve been to Memphis?”
The man nodded, a scowl and frown crossing his face. “Yes I have. Spent 6 years in Egypt, most of it in Thebes, Elephantine, and Memphis. Nice cities, haughty people, clean neighborhoods.” He opened his bag and withdrew a small wheel of cheap bread and some loosely wrapped goat’s cheese. Offering a hunk and slice to Archimedes who happily took them, he continued, “Then next thing I know, BLAM! We’re at war with the damned Egyptians. Cleopatra tried to kill Caesar, and every man who’s the wrong color and nationality is snatched off the streets and locked away for ‘questioning’.” He shoved a large piece of bread in his mouth, chewing noisily.
Archimedes nodded. “I heard about all that. Criers were wandering Neapolis talking about the hundreds of Roman merchants and scholars being held and tortured.” He glanced over his newfound friend’s body and asked, “They torture you?”
Swallowing, he bobbed his head, frowning. “Yes. Yes they did. Spent 5 months in their cells. Was questioned every day for weeks while they beat me with split canes and jabbed scorpion’s stingers into my arms. I wasn’t the only one, there were about 20 of us.” He shook his head. “6 died the first week, with another 1 dying every week or 2 after that. When it was just me and 2 others and they knew they weren’t going to get anything else out of us, they had us bound and gagged and sold off as slaves.”
“How’d you escape?!”
“Well, seems the Egyptian who bought me was a scholar himself. He used to work with me at the Memphis library and couldn’t imagine me winding up as a slave. So he purchased me, traveled to the Mayan border, and released me to the militia of Bonampak. After 2 months of hard travel over some enemy and friendly filled roads, I was happy to be back in Roma Terra.”
Archimedes stared wonderingly. “That’s amazing, friend. Truly. You’re lucky to escape with your life.”
He shrugged. “Maybe. What bother’s me most is all the research notes and work I was doing in Egypt was lost and taken when I was first arrested. 6 years of hard won knowledge down the drain and in the hands of the Egyptians. I was on to some serious breakthroughs. Mechanical ideas and different possibilities of applied force.”
Archimedes nodded. “I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to read some of your stuff before. But, at least you have the opportunity to recraft your ideas. Hell, give me a lever long enough, and I can move the world.”
The stranger smiled, rewrapping his meager meal and placing it back in his bag. “I’d like a Roman set of eyes to look at my work. Beats the snobbish attitude the Egyptians would give it and me. Refuted most everything I said. Said it went against common observational proofs. Bah!” he slapped his hand on the table. “Knowledge is fleeting. I wish they never took my books. It’s going to take me forever to recreate them.”
“Knowledge is eternal, my friend. What you’ve learned never truly leaves you. Maybe the details get fuzzed, but as surely as boats float and gold glistens, you can replace your notes.” He patted him on his arm. “You can’t replace yourself.”
“Thanks friend.” Pulling a soft leather bound book from his sack, he opened it to the first page and stared at the clean, blank paper. “I might as well get started again.” He withdrew a vial of ink and a half dozen ratty quills. Laying his tools out, he stood up and scanned the room. Picking a section of shelves, he looked back at Archimedes and asked, “Are you going to be staying in Veii?”
Archimedes stood up, stretching toward the ceiling on his tiptoes. When finished, he wiggled his shoulders and replied, “I’m still not sure. I work for the Magister Ioral in Rome. He sent me here to give him a report on the new library here. So I’ll be here for a few days. After that? I was told that I could remain in Veii if I wish as Ioral’s representative. He’s trying to set up a learning center and foster research for the betterment of the Kingdom.” He grabbed his cloak, flinging it over his shoulder and smirked. “I get bored easily, always did, always will. Most people are dull and I am happy tinkering about on my own. There’s not much money to be made in that, and my pouch is very often light of lira. Rooms cost money, the poor houses don’t. And I don’t like to stay in the poor house.”
“Tell me about it.” He came back to the table, dropping 4 volumes he had pulled from the shelves. “There hasn’t been much money in my pocket either. I’m lucky I have a steady hand and have been able to make a few coins scribing for the courts and drawing people I meet on the street for a hot meal and warm bed.” He gave Archimedes a frank look. “Tell you what, friend. I like your tone, like your company, and could use a friendly face after the last year I’ve had. If you can swing half the rent, I’ll split a room with you. There’s a dowager nearby that has a 2nd story room to let, I’d be willing to cramp my lifestyle if it meant both of us could double our pocket coins.”
Archimedes thought about it and then smiled, nodding back. “Sounds good, right, and fair. Mind you, I’ve been told I’m a horrid snorer. And I spend most of my nights staring at the night sky, watching the heavens.”
“Ha! The only reason I need a room is not to sleep, cause I rarely do. But to hang my clothes and give myself haircuts.”
Archimedes gave a short laugh, noting the horrible condition and ragged cut of his hair. “Then, it’s settled. Let me get started on my report and by even watch, let’s go visit your dowager and haggle our room price. By the way,” he strode up, extending his hand, “I’m Archimedes.”
The other man smiled, shaking Archimedes hand with an honest vigor. "Nice to meet you, friend. Im Leonardo."
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