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Oct. 8th, 2007 11:59 pmIt is half way through her second day in the archives—she has only browsed the edges, knowing that they spread far into the recesses of the caverns and not willing as of yet to stray so far—that she tucks her hair completely behind her ears, raises her chin, and approaches the desk having come to a decision.
"Honorable Three Fingers," she says, with all of the bearing a ten-year-old might have of the queen she will be in the future.
His eyes rise from his paper and he straightens. "Haras-uquara?"
"Is Uquar’s knowledge in need of being documented anywhere in the archives?"
The Hand’s face brightens. "Now that you mention it, Haras-uquara, it has been four and a half centuries since the ancient archives have been re-documented. Three Hands attempted to start it in the past century years, but they all found new areas to research before they finished with the fore-room and lost track."
...Helen has been raised for five years among the scholarly priesthood of Uquar and is not particularly surprised by this, though the idea of being allowed into the ancient archives at her--
Well, why shouldn’t she? She is the Haras-uquara, and she is not an idiot enough to break priceless artifacts. They would be fools not to trust her.
She nods. "I shall begin my service tomorrow, then."
Amongst the treasures of the great god.
"Honorable Three Fingers," she says, with all of the bearing a ten-year-old might have of the queen she will be in the future.
His eyes rise from his paper and he straightens. "Haras-uquara?"
"Is Uquar’s knowledge in need of being documented anywhere in the archives?"
The Hand’s face brightens. "Now that you mention it, Haras-uquara, it has been four and a half centuries since the ancient archives have been re-documented. Three Hands attempted to start it in the past century years, but they all found new areas to research before they finished with the fore-room and lost track."
...Helen has been raised for five years among the scholarly priesthood of Uquar and is not particularly surprised by this, though the idea of being allowed into the ancient archives at her--
Well, why shouldn’t she? She is the Haras-uquara, and she is not an idiot enough to break priceless artifacts. They would be fools not to trust her.
She nods. "I shall begin my service tomorrow, then."
Amongst the treasures of the great god.