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A Nineteenth-Century Annalist

Addy: In the early nineteenth century, there lived a young girl in Massachusetts we shall call Addy. She was shy and retiring, and her father educated her at home, teaching her from the classics.

One day Addy was up in the attic of her home. She was rummaging through a battered old sea-captain’s trunk looking for useable fabrics for a quilt when she noticed that the trunk had been lined with multiple layers of old parchment. The parchment was turning black, but she could still make out writing on the fragments.

Her curiosity sparked, she carefully pried away a piece of parchment from the trunk lining. She recorded what she found in her diary:

“On it was written an original Latin text that I recognized as St Augustine, several lines of Vulgate Latin written between the lines of the original in blue ink, then lines of Old Germanic written in brown on top of the Latin. Overlaying this, a text in Middle English inscribed in black ink ran at cross-purposes to the rest of the text, created by turning the page sideways. Then an Arabic text, written backwards directly over the original text, a French text written in a green ink between the lines of Middle English, and a row of Chinese characters around the borders adorned the fragment of parchment.

“And this was just the first scrap. The whole trunk was lined with fragments of parchment like the first one, a priceless treasure trove of words beyond the value of gold.”

Piece by piece, Addy recovered the fragments of parchment from the trunk and began the arduous task of transcribing the texts she found there.

“I have spent the day peering down through the centuries, trying to uncover what is hidden under the layers and layers of writing. At times I can only surmise what is written there, as the ink is so thickly-overlaid, the original intentions of these early writers are hidden from me. My eyes grow weary from the fine work, but I must persevere. The voices of these early writers must not be lost because I grow inattentive or indolent in my task.”

The parchments represented a portion of the archives of Iranigami, which had been lost a century earlier when pirates boarded a ship on which a Keeper was sailing from England to America. After Addy transcribed everything that she could, she began the work of translation of the Latin texts, an effort that she was unable to complete, due to ill health. She died shortly before her 23rd birthday, bequeathing in perpetuity a trunk full of parchments, and her careful transcriptions of the original texts she found therein, to Iranigami.

It is because of Addy that we know today of the origins of Iranigami (see Archives/Annals/Origins of Iranigami), and are able to again piece together much of the history left behind by the early Keepers. We owe Addy a debt of gratitude for her discovery of these lost documents of Iranigami, and her tireless efforts to preserve what was found in the trunk for future generations. - GWYNEACH, Iranigami Annalist, U.K.


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