[June 22, 2007][Suikoden] Owners of Books
Title: Owners of Books
Day/Theme: June 22, 2007 "But avoid foolish questions, and genealogies, and contentinos, and strivings about the law"
Series: Suikoden
Character/Pairing: Sasarai
Rating: G
As is often the case, pertaining to some other things I have written about Sasarai
The librarians were sorting salvaged books and documents on the chapel floor. The books that had been inside the library had escaped almost any damage, due to the anti-fire spells put in place by scores of scholars over the years and the valiant efforts of the library staff in dousing approaching flames with spells and pails. The books spread out across the tile were ones that had been in various offices or the clerics' personal quarters during the fire. Not all of them even belonged to the library, Sasarai realized, catching sight of his personal copy of "Sie Esla Vii" amid the stacks. With few outsiders here to supervise them, the librarians would probably appropriate whatever they wished to the Temple collection.
Sasarai picked up his book and flipped open the cover. "For young Sasarai, Congratulations on your Counsel appointment," read the common-language inscription. It was followed by the large, flowery Harmonian signature of Lord Komatsu. "Chugen Hehsei Housenbou Minh Komatsu." He was saddened at the sight. Lord Komatsu had passed away about a year ago. He had always been a small and fragile man with pale skin, who for the sake of his health was forced to keep covered from the sun.
None of Lord Komatsu's books would be here unless he had donated them personally. His adopted daughter, Sasami, had come mournfully to the Temple to pack up the personal effects that still remained in his office. Sasarai had been too preoccupied at the time to help her, but Sakurazaki and his staff had lent a hand.
The bishop put the book back on the stack. The library could keep it. He didn't mind. The library could keep his other books too if they wanted them. Most of his belongings had been lost in the fire and so he felt it was a good time to be letting go of things. The only loss he really regretted was of some of his personal papers. The letters written to him over the years by Futch, by Nika, by Sir Stephen, and others were irreplaceable. They had been in a box in his closet, but not one scrap of even the box remained.
"Excuse me, Your Excellency," an assistant librarian piped up, "But could you please move out of the way? We need to sort these stacks now."
"Sorry," said Sasarai and complied.
Day/Theme: June 22, 2007 "But avoid foolish questions, and genealogies, and contentinos, and strivings about the law"
Series: Suikoden
Character/Pairing: Sasarai
Rating: G
As is often the case, pertaining to some other things I have written about Sasarai
The librarians were sorting salvaged books and documents on the chapel floor. The books that had been inside the library had escaped almost any damage, due to the anti-fire spells put in place by scores of scholars over the years and the valiant efforts of the library staff in dousing approaching flames with spells and pails. The books spread out across the tile were ones that had been in various offices or the clerics' personal quarters during the fire. Not all of them even belonged to the library, Sasarai realized, catching sight of his personal copy of "Sie Esla Vii" amid the stacks. With few outsiders here to supervise them, the librarians would probably appropriate whatever they wished to the Temple collection.
Sasarai picked up his book and flipped open the cover. "For young Sasarai, Congratulations on your Counsel appointment," read the common-language inscription. It was followed by the large, flowery Harmonian signature of Lord Komatsu. "Chugen Hehsei Housenbou Minh Komatsu." He was saddened at the sight. Lord Komatsu had passed away about a year ago. He had always been a small and fragile man with pale skin, who for the sake of his health was forced to keep covered from the sun.
None of Lord Komatsu's books would be here unless he had donated them personally. His adopted daughter, Sasami, had come mournfully to the Temple to pack up the personal effects that still remained in his office. Sasarai had been too preoccupied at the time to help her, but Sakurazaki and his staff had lent a hand.
The bishop put the book back on the stack. The library could keep it. He didn't mind. The library could keep his other books too if they wanted them. Most of his belongings had been lost in the fire and so he felt it was a good time to be letting go of things. The only loss he really regretted was of some of his personal papers. The letters written to him over the years by Futch, by Nika, by Sir Stephen, and others were irreplaceable. They had been in a box in his closet, but not one scrap of even the box remained.
"Excuse me, Your Excellency," an assistant librarian piped up, "But could you please move out of the way? We need to sort these stacks now."
"Sorry," said Sasarai and complied.