Chapter 10 Episode 1 | The Machine God | The Drifting Isle Chronicles
Oktober 3rd
"The Ossuary?" shuddered Peter Oster. Adewole and the young Risentoner stood beneath an overhang near the marketplace the next morning, munching on oatcakes and angler mash from a street cart. It was raining heavily for the first time this season, and most of the island was busy filling civic water caches and household cisterns. "I won' take you," he said. "Thass haunted."
"Is it still in use as a burial chamber?" said Adewole.
"Thass haunted," the young man repeated, in the slow cadence reserved world-round for children, fools and foreigners. "I…won'...take you!"
"I take it the answer is no, it is not in use any more," said the professor. "Can you recommend another guide to take me?"
Peter shook his head in exasperation. He swallowed his mouthful of oatcake, wiped crumbs from his square, stubbly chin and said, "I tell you, none go near that. You best follow folk and do the same."
