Chapter 58: The Armory. (Shu Sam Chen, September 16th, 2012)
Just off the corridor to the Guardroom, you spot two tall guardsmen holding tall halberds. They snap to attention as you approach, pulling open the huge double doors behind them. “Watch yourself, sir,” is all they say to you. You walk past, spotting out of the corner of your eye that they now hold oversized, elongated fountain pens. Through the doors is a vast space, lled by racks of pens of every description. There must be millions — billions — of them. An aproned gure with a hawk on his shoulder appears from a hidden door and beckons at you. “What’re you after today, sir?” he asks, welcoming you warmly. You glance around in wonderment. Surely every writing implement in history has a place here. “Are there any,” you hesitate, “actual weapons here?” He smiles tolerantly, pulls a nondescript ballpoint pen from his pocket and pulls. It transforms before your eyes into a large automatic ri e. “You know the saying about the pen and the sword — why not have both?”78
In the comments: Robert Quick: “I think James Bond would agree. Is that our Q? (The inventor, not the Star Trek godling). I like that our house is fairly defensible, in case any of our personal demons released by the pen can be put down by the pen.”
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