An uneasy truce?
There is an uneasy stillness in the Duchy. The Black Dot Queen has not been heard from in two days. The castle pigeons are in their lofts with no messages to carry. The village pigeons aren't flying either. The ghost of Silver has become more substantial, only slightly transparent around the edges. The Dots look uneasily over their shoulders waiting for the other shoe to drop. IT'S TOO QUIET!!!
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The Black Queen is always saying that she wants the Duchy to be on the cutting edge of technology. Beyond revealing an unsavory interest in cutting, this does raise a question. If the Duchy is to be on the cutting edge, shouldn't there be some sharper tools in the castle?
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There is an uneasy stillness in the Duchy. The Black Dot Queen has not been heard from in two days. The castle pigeons are in their lofts with no messages to carry. The village pigeons aren't flying either. The ghost of Silver has become more substantial, only slightly transparent around the edges. The Dots look uneasily over their shoulders waiting for the other shoe to drop. IT'S TOO QUIET!!!
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The Black Queen is always saying that she wants the Duchy to be on the cutting edge of technology. Beyond revealing an unsavory interest in cutting, this does raise a question. If the Duchy is to be on the cutting edge, shouldn't there be some sharper tools in the castle?
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Unease does abound. The White Queen has announced she will come to Dotland to hear the pleas of the dots. Librarians are receiving summons to the Black Dot Castle in small groups. Many fear to go although they have been assured they aren't "in trouble." Will this be a turn for the good or is it simply a way of keeping the dots and the peasants occupied while diabolical workings go on elsewhere? Who has earned our trust?
And a point of note, Librarians are not those quiet, bunned spinsters of long ago. They are educated individuals who organize information and teach research and tilt at the windmill of censorship. The Black Dot Queen sent them off to enjoy the summer and when they came back, she had pulled the rug out from under them without warning. They are sad but they are also mad. Carpenters like to hammer. Librarians like to collaborate. And here is my poem commemorating this:
Librarians like to collaborate
That is what they do.
The Black Dot Queen may have bitten off more than she can chew.
Purple Dot
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