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\\\"Yousureit'sforme\\\"Indytooktheflat,rectangularbox.Itwaswrappedin whitepaper,withanenvelopetapedtoitthatsaidIndyJones.\\\"Probablyonly oneofusaboard.\\\"Hethankedtheconductor,whosmiledthinly,nodded,and retreated. Heturnedthepackageoverinhishand.Itlookedlikeacandybox.Itrattled whenheshookit.Heheldittohisnose;itsmelledfaintlyofchocolate.Who wouldsendchocolateshewonderedasheslippedacardoutoftheenvelope. Themessagewastypewritten:Haveanenjoyabletrip,andgoodluckonyour newjob.HenryJones,Sr. Heblinkedandrereadit.Nowhowthehelldidhisfatherknowhewouldbeon thistrainAndsincewhendidhewirehimboxesofcandyTheyhadn'teven spokenformorethantwoyears,notsinceIndyhadinformedhimofhisswitch instudiesfromlinguisticstoarchaeology,amovehisfatherhaddescribedas foolhardyandperfidious. Thenhisfrownvanished,andasmilecurledonhislips.ItwasShannon;ithad tobe.JackShannonknewallabouthisrelationshipwithhisfather.Thepackage wasagoddamnjoke,atleasttosomeonewithShannon'sjadedsenseofhumor. Heshookhishead,andsetthecarddownonthebox. Hestaredoutthewindowattheunbrokengraynessofthecountryside,and thoughtabouthislastnightinParis.Acloudofbluehazehadhungintheairof thenightclubastheblackwomanonstageswayedandsang,hervoicedeepand sonorous,aperfectaccompanimenttothesoulfulsoundsofthecornetbeing playedintheshadowsbehindher.Asthelastnotesofthesonghadslowlyfaded awaytotheapplauseofthecrowd,thetall,ganglycornetplayerwiththegoatee andunrulyhairhadwalkedoffthestage.Heshookhands,nodded,andsmiledas hewovehiswaythroughthetables.Finally,heloweredhimselfintoachairata tablenearthecornerfarthestfromthestage. \\\"You'resoundingrealgood,Jack.YouandLouise,\\\"Indysaid. \\\"Thanks.It'sreallycometogetherinthelastsixmonths.\\\" \\\"I'llmissit.\\\" Shannonstudiedhisface.\\\"Idon'tblameyouforleaving.It'sgettingtoohectic. Thescene'schanged.\\\"Heleanedforwardandlitacigarettefromtheburning candleonthetable.\\\"Sometimes,Ilookaroundandthere'shardlyaParisianin
Hiskneesjerked,kickingtheboxintotheair.Chocolatesandspidersspewed overhim.Hebrushedthemoffandleapedtohisfeet.Hestompedonspidersand squashedchocolates,sweepinghisarmsandlegsandbodycleanofthecrawling creatures,andtryingnottothinkabouthowclosehehadcometotakingabite outofoneofthem. Finally,heexaminedhisseatandsatdownagain,butashedidfeltonecreeping insidehispantsleg,andanotherontheinsideofhiscollar.Henearlyjumpedout ofhisclothes.Heshookhisleguntilthespiderfelltothefloor,andcrushedit underhisshoe.Then,carefully,hereacheduptohiscollarandbrushedathis neck. Helaughednervouslyasachocolatedroppedtothefloor.Relieved,hesatdown, butimmediatelyfeltatinglingonhiscalf,andpulleduphispantsleg.Dozensof tiny,newlyhatchedspiderswispedoverhisleg.\\\"Aw...aw...\\\"Histeethchattered; heshuddered. Hebrushedthemoff,swattingthemwitharolled-upnewspaper.Then,he inspectedhislegtomakesurenonewasleft. Hepickeduptheboxandexaminedit.Ithadn'tbeenamatterofspidersinvading thechocolatebox.Someonehadplantedthem. \\\"Shannon\\\"hesaidaloud.Wouldhegotoallthetroubleforapracticaljokethat hewouldn'tevenseecarriedoutMaybe,butthiswasnojoke. Helookedatthecardagain.MaybeitwashisfatherNo,couldn'tbe.He wouldn't.Besides,itwasaddressedtoIndyJones,andhisfathernevercalled himthat.ButShannonknewthat.Ifthiswashisideaofplayingajoke,why wouldn'thehaveaddressedittoHenryJones,Jr.,ashisfather'slettershad alwaysreadwhentheywerecollegeroommatesbackinChicago Heheardataponthedoor.\\\"Yes\\\" Theconductoropenedit.\\\"Ineedtocheckyourticket,please.\\\" Indyreachedcautiouslyintohiscoatpocket,andhandedhistickettothe conductor.\\\"MindifIswitchcompartmentsfortherestofthetripThisonehas spiders.\\\" \\\"Spiders\\\"Theconductor'seyesshiftedaboutthecompartment;hisshoulders
\\\"God,thatcrazyoldcootHow'shedoing\\\" \\\"Good,Isuppose,andhe'snotcrazy.Justabiteccentric.\\\" Shannonlaughed.\\\"Yeah.Abit.\\\" Milfordwasaretiredprofessor,anotedauthorityonmedievalEngland,anda friendofIndy'sfather.ShannonhadmethimwhenheandIndywerecollege roommatesandMilfordwasintowntogivealecture.HehadstruckShannonas oddbecauseduringdinnerMilfordhadtwiceforgottenwhoShannonwas,once whenShannonhadreturnedtothetablewithcoffeeandlaterwhenhe'dtaken outhiscornet.Eachtime,Indyhadhadtoreintroducehim. \\\"Whatdidhehavetosay,orhaven'tyouinterpretedhispigLatinyet\\\"Shannon asked. \\\"It'sMiddleEnglish,notpigLatin,andhedidn'twritehisletterinit.\\\"Besides hisforgetfulness,MilfordalsohadthedisturbinghabitofshiftingintoMiddle Englishduringconversations,evenwhenthetopichadnothingtodowithhis expertise.\\\"HesaysDadisstillangryaboutmygoingintoarchaeology.He thinksI'mwastingmylife,andeverythinghetaughtme.Inotherwords, nothing'snew.\\\" \\\"SowhatcanyoudoYou'vegotyourownlifetolead.\\\" \\\"Trytellingmyfatherthat.Anyhow,Igottheletterjustintime.Milfordis arrivingheretomorrowandwantstoseeme.\\\" \\\"Luckyyou,\\\"Shannonsaid.\\\"MindifIskipthatone\\\" Indylaughed.\\\"Ifiguredyouwould.I'mgoingtomeethimatthetrainstation, andwe'llgoouttolunchorsomething.\\\" \\\"BetterbrushuponyourMiddleEnglishfortheprofessoremeritus.\\\" Indydidn'tanswer.Hewasstaringtowardtheentranceoftherestaurantastwo womenwereescortedtoacornertable.ItwasJoannaCampbellandDeirdre.His eyesweredrawntotheyoungerwoman.Evenfromacrosstheroomshelooked radiant.Sheworeanavyblueflapperdresswithalarge,whitesailorcollar,and abowinfront.Thedresswastightaroundherhipsandfelltomidcalfwitha whitefringeatthebottom.Amatchingfloppyhatwithadown-turnedrim coveredherhead,andherauburnhaircurledoverhershoulders.
ThetrainfromPortsmouth,whereLeelandMilford'sshiphaddocked,wason time,butIndywasn't.Ashereachedtheplatform,mostofthepassengershad alreadydisembarked.Heglancedpastayoungcouplewithtwochildren,aman inakilt,andagroupofschoolgirlsinuniforms.ThenhesawMilfordmoving alongtheplatform,aleatherbagineitherhand. Heworealongdarkovercoatthatwasdistinctlyoutofseason.Hisheadwas baldsaveforabushywhitefringeaboveeachear,andamustachethatwasa thick,whitebrushdroopingoverhislips.Hiseyeswerepaleblueandwatery. Althoughhedidn'tknowMilfordwell,Indyknewhecouldbeunpredictable.He couldbeopenandfriendlyonemoment,crossthenext.Hegrinnedashesaw Milford'slipsmoving,probablyinsomeexclamationaboutIndybeinglate.As henearedhim,Indyheardhimclearlysay:\\\"Damntrain.Fasteronabicycle.So whylomewont.\\\"AndthenMilfordwaspasthim.He'djustkeptwalking. \\\"Dr.Milford.\\\"Indyhurriedafterhim.\\\"Hello.Dr.Milford.It'sme,Indy.\\\" Milfordstoppedandslowlyturned,afrownformingonhisforehead.\\\"Ah,Indy. Whatasurprise.\\\"HeshookIndy'shand,butwithoutanysignofenthusiasm. \\\"Whatareyoudoinghere\\\" \\\"Igotyourletter.\\\" \\\"Youdid\\\" \\\"Remember,youwrotethatyouwantedtomeetmeatthestation.\\\" Milfordlookedperplexed.\\\"Well,ifyousayso.\\\" Indyofferedtotakehisbags,butMilfordrefused. \\\"I'mfine,youngman.Yeshewdneuertyketoseaorroadwidmorethanyecan handle.Orsowhylomewont.\\\" \\\"I'llrememberthat.\\\"SowhylomewontwasapetMiddleEnglishphrasethat
thepodium,anddroppeditintohispocket.\\\"Rememberthosepapersaredueon Monday.\\\" Hegatheredhisbooksandnotestogetherashepreparedtoleave.He'dpromised tomeetMilfordattheTowerofLondoninanhour.Intheaftermathofthe incidentinthelibrary,hehadaccompaniedtheoldprofessortotheclubwhere hewasstaying,andtheresidentphysicianhadexaminedhissoreeye.Milford hadbeenbothappalledandamazedthatIndyhadgottenintoafightwitha stranger,andinalibraryofallplaces.InspiteofIndy'seffortstoeasehis friend'sconcern,MilfordwasconvincedthatIndywassufferingfromemotional problems,andhewassureitmusthavesomethingtodowiththebreachbetween fatherandson.Finally,theoldprofessorhadsuggestedtheymeetatthetowerto continuetheirtalk. \\\"ProfessorJones\\\" Helookedup;Deirdrewasstandinginfrontofhim.Hervioleteyessoughtan explanation.\\\"HowcanIhelpyou\\\"hesaidsharply.\\\"I'minahurry.\\\" \\\"WhyareyouangrywithmeIdidn'taskalotofquestionstoday,andyouwere madbeforeclassevenstarted.\\\" \\\"Ithasnothingtodowithyourquestions.It'syourbehavioroutsideofclass.\\\" Sheshookherhead.\\\"What'reyoutalkingabout\\\"shestammered. \\\"Askyourboyfriend.\\\" Shewastakenback.Hersawinesswasgone.Shelookedinnocent,frail.\\\"Idon't knowwhatyou'retalkingabout,ProfessorJones.\\\" \\\"WhatImeanisthis:Someguyhasbeenfollowingmearound,andyesterday afterwegotintoalittlespathetoldmetostayawayfromyou.Nowwhywould hesaythatIdon'thaveanyidea,doyou\\\" \\\"I'msorry.Ireallyam.ButIdon'thaveaboyfriend.\\\"Sheabruptlyturned,and hurriedoutoftheroom. \\\"Yeah,sure.\\\"Indyglancedathispocketwatch.\\\"Lateagain.\\\"
\\\"Verygood,\\\"Milfordsaid.\\\"YouknowyourliteratureoftheMiddleAges.\\\" \\\"Abit.\\\"HistoriesoftheBritishKingshadbeenrequiredreadinginIndy's childhood.ItwastheprimarysourceofmanyoftheArthurianlegends,andin spiteofthearchaiclanguage,hisfatherhadinsistedhereadandunderstandit. Milfordlaiddownthesword.\\\"Doyouknowthisone\\\"Heclearedhisthroatand said: \\\"'Forhebywordescouldcalloutofthesky Bothsunneandmoone,andmakethemhimobay, Thelandtosea,andseatomainelanddry, Anddarksomnightheekecouldturnetoday.'\\\" Indyshookhishead.\\\"Don'tthinkso.\\\" Milfordsmiled.\\\"EdmundSpenser,fromthesixteenthcentury.\\\" \\\"YouthinkMerlinactuallylived,Dr.Milford\\\" \\\"Ifhedid,heworshippedthesungod,notthesonofGod,andofcoursebythe sixthcenturyinBritainthatwasnotacceptable.Thepaganswereadyingforce. Theirtimewasover.Legendorfact,theChristianscalledMerlinthesonofthe devil.\\\" Theyslowlydescendedthestonestairway,andIndy'svoiceechoedeerily.\\\"Do youthinkit'spossibletoprovethatMerlinwasahistoricalperson\\\" \\\"Indy,scholarshavespentlifetimesattemptingtoprovejustthat.Butthey've failedtopresentaconvincingargument.I'mafraidit'llalwaysbespeculation.\\\" \\\"Maybearchaeologistscouldfindtheproof.\\\" TheysteppedoutsidetheWhiteTower.Milfordtiltedhisheadbackandgazed towardthepeakofthetower.\\\"Ifthateverhappened,I'dhavetoreassessmy ideasonarchaeology,aswellasMerlin.I'dprobablyhavetostartbelievingin dragons,too.\\\" Indylaughed.Hewasgladthathe'dagreedtomeetwithMilford.Whentheold professorwasrested,hewasstillascharmingandwittyasherememberedhim.
insteadoflinguistics.ButhewasinterestedinwhatMilfordhadtosay,and askedhimtoexplain. \\\"Idon'tknowenoughaboutthisesplumoir,butI'llgiveyouanotherexample aboutyourfriend,Merlin.Doyouknowwhatabarrowis\\\" Indysippedhistea.\\\"Sure,I'vebeenanarchaeologistacoupleofmonthsnow. It'samoundofearthorstonebuiltoveragrave.Britain'sliterallycoveredwith them.\\\" \\\"Trueenough,andifMerlinwasanhistoricalperson,hewasburiedinone.\\\" IndywassurprisedbyMilford'sconfident,self-assuredtone.\\\"Whydoyousay that\\\" \\\"I'msureyouknowthestoryofLeCrideMerlin,abouthowhecriedoutfrom histomb.\\\" Indynodded. \\\"Well,it'samistake.\\\"Milfordslowlystirredhistea. \\\"Whatdoyoumean\\\" \\\"AmistakeinthetranslationfoundintheFrenchtexts,thenlaterrepeatedbythe English.Theoriginalwordwascruc,whichisanearlyEnglishwordforbarrow, butitwastranslatedtocri.Then,GeoffreyofMonmouthtooktheFrenchcriand translatedittocry.\\\" MilfordbeamedatIndy.Hewasinfullcontrolofhisfacultiesatthemoment, andhewasn'tfinished.\\\"Forexample,ifImayreturntothetopicoflosingone's head,whenEldolcutoffHengist'shead,he'raisedagreatcryoverhishead,' GeoffreyofMonmouthwrote.Ofcourseitwassupposedtobeabarrowthatwas raisedoverhishead.ThatwasthecustominburyingaSaxonchieftain.\\\" Indysetdownhiscup.\\\"Really\\\" \\\"Yes,ofcourse.I'vebeenarguingthispointwithyourfatherforyears.\\\" \\\"Soyou'resayingthatMerlinwasburiedinabarrow,notinacave,\\\"Indysaid. \\\"Exactly.Thestoryabouthisbeingtrappedinacavedidn'tmakesense,anyhow. 59ce067264