Guest Posted October 28, 2016 Share Posted October 28, 2016 Royal LibraryThe 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 Royal Library was becoming quite the regular haunt of the young lord. It helped that it was winter and the library was unusually warm due to the fireplaces meant to keep the books dry. He’d accumulated his usual small collection of books and was making notes. Naturally he’d gone off into an obscure historical subject: he was cataloguing the battlefields of the Civil War. It was a bit difficult because such books were a bit politically controversial, though John had some knowledge from his own family’s participation. But even he grew tired at times and after finishing another book and sighing at the contradictions he needed to resolve, he stood and dusted off his legs. He needed a stretch and wandered around the library a bit. Eventually he came back to the front, by Mr. Pott’s desk. The Bible of Henry VIII. John had many conflicting feelings about that particular monarch. The tyrant and the liberator mixed into one. But the Bible itself was a thing of beauty, practically an icon of Protestantism. He stared at it for a moment, wondering what it looked like in use, what it would be like to actually read through the thing. He wondered if the King ever read it through, contemplating its words… or if he was all but a cynical atheist. He wondered too at the history of the object. Who had made it? Who had given it to him? Where did it rest? And his curiosity tormented him with that particular pain of a historian. He was staring a moment, and a hand reached out, gently, almost reverently touching the case. He paused in reverie, enthralled. And absorbed if anyone wanted to interrupt him, or give him a scare. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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