Garl had to push me into the room. It looked like a whirlwind had hit that room, and it was a large room.
I moved over to the right side to let the others enter the room. Sharon came in after Sharle and Azza, and headed straight to the center of the maelstrom's epicenter.
She stooped, and picked up a small box. It was made of sandalwood. "Esdra owned this, but it was a very long time ago."
She handed t to Aaron. "I won't open it here, I think it had something to do with this mess." He pulled a silvery mesh bag out of his pocket, and slid the box into it.
Then returned the bagged box to his pocket.
We began looking at all the stuff. There was every thing from that little box to a huge breakfront full of curios there.
That vanished as Garl looked at it. "Just downstairs so we can go through the stuff in it later." Con told me.
There was a large wardrobe in a corner that held clothing from the days of the most ancient Britons till about 1920's in it. None but a simple homespun shirt and leg wrapping outfit drew any attention. They had been Hobard's. There was nothing special about them, except the owner.
Sharle found some old newspapers from the thirties, and handed them to Garl. They were all on the subject of odd happenings at Castle Talon.
Then, in the farthest corner, well away from everything else, I found a smaller edition of the statue with my face. Instinct kept my hands off of it. I pointed it out to Aaron. He slid it into one of his silver mesh bags without touching it.
That was all we found.
We headed back down to the living room to inspect our findings. Con closed, and then touched the center of the door as he exited last. "Locked."
Garl added his soft white glow. "And sealed, I did the entire room."
Not really much, considering the mess they had caused.
One breakfront full of curios, about ten newspapers, a homespun Norse outfit, the small sandalwood box, and that statue.
At the very last moment, Sharon picked up a coin from the floor where the newspapers had lain.
That was it.
We went back down to the living room. I got a large bag of cookies, and a drink tray (with help from Sharon, Sharle and Azza), and took it into the living room.
All but the breakfront were now on a coffee table. The breakfront sat at one end of it. All were bathed in the white glow.
The Norse outfit lay at one end of the table, the old newspapers at the other. The coin lay in front of the little sandalwood box.
Aaron was looking at, but not touching the coin. "It's from Zwirre, and that died before the dinosaurs were evolved."
"What were the people of Zwirre?" Garl asked it very softly. He was trying to bring out memories without breaking them.
Aaron sat on the couch. "Hard to describe. They were a totally different species. Neither reptile, mammal or even plant. they had some characteristics from all of them. They were neither good or bad, just an early lifeform.
More like a mobile tree with tentacles than anything else. They used many things we do, like money, metal and wood." Aaron shrugged.
"They used a lot of magic, that probably drew the Watcher's attention." Sharon commented.
"Oh yes, the Niflheim were around Earth a lot at that time." Garl agreed, his tone flat.
"Esdra was one of them." Azza mused.
That drew their attention, for Azza had once been the leader of the Watchers before he'd left Earth.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh, yes, he was." Garl moved to hug the slim warrior. "And unlike you, stayed with them."
Sharle looked up from the newspaper she was reading. "This is going back a long time into the past, even for you guys.............
Just how old IS this castle?"
We all looked at each other. No one knew. That was pretty obvious.
Aaron moved everything away from the sandalwood box, then drew a pentagram around it, snapped his fingers three times, and used the fireplace tongs to gently turn it over, dumping out it's contents.
A lump of cloth around a small object fell out.
He used the tongs to gently lift the cloth up slowly, letting a small hematite ring fall out.
All the males but me gasped in shock.
A single glyph was on the flattened surface of one side of the ring.
"So that's who you once were. It has to be what this means. You were Jamyrimel." Garl told me gently.
"He vanished almost at the same time that the Watchers fell!"
He turned to Azza. "Do you remember anything?"
Azza sank into an easy chair. "Some, but Ledo erased a lot, they just hurt."
He looked thoughtful. "Jamyrimel tried to run away. A bunch ran after him. I never saw him again. They said he fell in one of of those lava pits. They are still down there you know, deep under the castle. It was a real fiery area. A balrog lived down there."
Con grunted. "And I saw steamy, fungoid swamps in my dreams last night. This building is stranger than any I have ever seen."
Sharle held up the paper in her hand. She'd read several of them as we talked. "This is about chasing a flaming beast down under the castle. Seems they chased it into a tunnel from somewhere out in the woods."
"What date?" Garl looked over at her.
"March 12, 1921. Sharle replied. All these papers are full of your balrog. He seems to have captured children, just like Rimniel's demon.
"What did they do with them?" I demanded angrily.
"They never saw or heard from them again." Sharle answered.
"Tomorrow, we hunt the tunnel." I told them flatly.
To be continued...............