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The road goes ever on and on
Did a ramble.
May your holidays be enjoyable
Two vast winged shapes guard a gate of something like resin, smooth but uneven. It is deep gant – the colour that remains when all other colours have been eaten. Ice crusts over the crack between its valves. You approach. Your breath freezes, falls tinkling from the air.
A merciless wind blows from everywhere to everywhere. It passes without effort through your bridge-coat, your flesh, your lungs. The dock lies empty.
Below the sign, an authoritative hand has carved this message:
IF YOU WISH TO RETURN TO LONDON – IF YOU SEEK THE FORGIVENESS OF THE EMPRESS – IF YOU WILL SACRIFICE ALL TO MAKE AMENDS – RECORD YOUR NAME AND CRIME.
And here, among the scraps of paper stuffed into the pillar's cracks, is one written in a telegrammatic style: 'Lt R. F. Harris. During Lorn Embassy fired on a rival Khanate zubmarine. Ensuing conflict roused wrath of Flukes; resulted in all-hands loss of fourteen zubsurface vessels.'
Did the Admiralty accept his plea? If so, he'll have returned to London. Your zailors return to the ship – all but the Jaunty Cannoneer, who takes a knife from her coat and considers the pillar.