The Elder Things
August 19th 1920.
Midnight in the crypt of the St Justinian Church, Naples Italy.
A flashlight beam illuminates the dusty stone figures guarding the tombs of the saints. ‘Blast’ says Lord Griphon to his trusty manservant Harris, ‘this is going to be like finding a needle in a haystack!!’
"According to the manuscript M'Lord", said Harris holding up the torch to a battered sheet of vellum, "The tomb we're looking for should be on the other side of this wall". He shone the torch over the cut stone surface ahead of them. The light fixed onto a hole near the floor where several bricks had fallen into ruin.
Harris looked his employer up and down. Many was the man who had taken Lord Griphon's bulk as a sign of physical weakness only to be outdone by his great strength and endurance. But great as these virtues were, his girth made the next step inevitable.
"Perhaps if Sir would take the manuscript and hold onto my jacket, I shall crawl through and investigate the next room?"
posted by Mikey @ 11:25 pm
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Grrrhhhaaa it went again. Oh no, thought Griphon, I'm jiggered if it isn't the old caveman of Bengal. Legend has it he was strapped to the priceless object three million years ago and entombed with it. And he's still alive!! Can it be!!?? Grrhhhaa Mooflit. Mooflit!?? Mooflit!?? But isn't that? Doesn't that mean? Harris! Bring out the dictionary. But it's pitch dark sir. Don't give me that you scallywag - I'll have you burned at the stake. Mooflit Entreaky!!! Mooflit Entreaky!! No!! This was more than Lord Griphon could possibly have imagined or hoped for. It all started coming back to him. Memories of childhood - frolicking around in the garden. Mooflit Parkbar WoofWoof. Then the lights came back on. They weren't alone any more.
The old man of Bengal sat bolt upright in the remnants of his tomb, the stone of Kancacere, embedded in his ribcage, shining a sickly light onto our heroes.
But it also served to illuminate the machine gun-wielding men in full length leather coats standing behind them...
"You have saved me so much bother, Lord Griphon" sneered the one with the round glasses.
Oh no bogus thought Lord Griphon the Germans have arrived and blown my ideas out of the water. Damn it. The old caveman of Bengal. The German guy takes cavey and the stone and they trot down the stairs towards the open air. Mooflit entreaky wittered caveman - what does that mean thought Lord. Oh yes!
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