Charles Whitehurst Posted September 13, 2016 Share Posted September 13, 2016 The ceilings of the Royal Library are 15 feet high. Shelves of polished walnut climb the walls to a height of 10 feet and are filled with books. Bindings of rich brown calf are interspersed with jewel-toned volumes of red, blue and green. Windows set high in the walls above the shelving fill the room with light. A number of comfortable chairs in rich tobacco coloured leather are dotted about for the use of those reading for pleasure. For those who have a serious purpose, several tables and upright chairs are provided. Damp is the natural enemy of the book. With the palace so close to the river, the battle is waged continuously. The Library has 6 fireplaces: fires are lit every day. The size of the blaze depends on the weather. Mr Potts is the Keeper of the King's Books. It is rumoured that Mr Potts never sleeps and that he has forgotten his way home as a result of his devotion to his beloved volumes. Nonsense, surely, but Mr Potts does always seem to be in the Library... His desk, well supplied with paper, quills and ink, is situated near the main door of the library. It is here that he works on his catalogue of the King's books. He also has an excellent view of the room and the doings of those therein, as well as seeing everyone who comes and goes. The greatest treasure of the Library is situated by Mr Potts' desk. Held in an ever-locked case of walnut and glass, lies the Bible of King Henry VIII, who founded the English church. Bound in the finest of ruby-coloured leather, richly ornamented with gold and jewels, the book is a thing of great beauty quite apart from it's historical significance. The tome closed with a louder thud than he intended. The noise echoed in the empty chamber. Although the Royal Library was not open technically on Sunday evenings, Charles was able to get himself inside where it allowed for quiet research on spirits. Having promised Susan Herbert to research the summoning of ghosts, the Earl was finding the task hopeless. As might be expected, books on the occult were generally forbidden. Thus, the ghost stories he had found were all tales written by poets and historians. There really wasn't anything useful. I shall just have to invent something I guess. For laughs, he had searched for something about ghosts of lions or swans. Nothing was readily available. It was possible that Mr. Potts had some secret collection somewhere, but it would be awkward to ask. With a sigh, he replaced the books he had been researching and moved to exit the library. The chamber seemed creepy when lit by a single candle. It was just the right setting for a ghost story. "Swan? Lion?" he called out into the dark, just in case their spirits might be following him somehow. He expected no answer and continued on his way, looking to lock the library doors behind him. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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