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<blockquote data-quote="Andrew D. Gable" data-source="post: 1615124" data-attributes="member: 4144">&quot;Ex inferni, ex celestia, ex terra,&quot; Westcott says.&nbsp; &quot;'From hell, from heaven, from earth'.&nbsp; The Frater's true name is unknown to... to any, I imagine, certainly to me, at any rate.&nbsp; He's reputed to be the oldest living member of our Order, according to my letters with Fraulein Sprengel in Germany.&quot;&nbsp; He looks over the letter from Cartwright.&nbsp; &quot;The Dulcarnon...&quot;&nbsp; He shudders.&nbsp; &quot;Also known as Cernunnos to the old Celts, or Pan when the Romans came over.&nbsp; Later fought, supposedly, by Merlin.&nbsp; Somehow I'm not surprised someone is mucking about with him.&nbsp; That feeling your friend described... I felt it too.&nbsp; Something is awakening.&quot;&nbsp; &quot;Quite,&quot; says Longtree.&nbsp; &quot;Why shouldn't they be?&quot;Just then the door opens and in rushes the fellow Trevor expressed doubts about, clutching a slip of paper.&nbsp; &quot;Telegram from Truro, sir,&quot; he says, casting sidelong glances at the Baron.&quot;Thank you,&quot; Longtree says, reading over the paper and nodding, fingers on his chin thoughtfully.&nbsp; He passes it to Trevor.&nbsp; &quot;By the by,&quot; he says to the constable, &quot;stay here a moment, would you?&quot;&quot;Sorry, sir,&quot; he says, fishing out his pocketwatch.&nbsp; &quot;It's late, and I'd best be gettin' home to the missus, or she'll have me in the wringer.&quot;The telegram indicates that the Black Lion Hotel burnt to the ground the morning of the 29th.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Andrew D. Gable, post: 1615124, member: 4144"] "[i]Ex inferni, ex celestia, ex terra[/i]," Westcott says. "'From hell, from heaven, from earth'. The Frater's true name is unknown to... to any, I imagine, certainly to me, at any rate. He's reputed to be the oldest living member of our Order, according to my letters with Fraulein Sprengel in Germany." He looks over the letter from Cartwright. "The Dulcarnon..." He shudders. "Also known as Cernunnos to the old Celts, or Pan when the Romans came over. Later fought, supposedly, by Merlin. Somehow I'm not surprised someone is mucking about with him. That feeling your friend described... I felt it too. [i]Something is awakening[/i]." "Quite," says Longtree. "Why shouldn't they be?" Just then the door opens and in rushes the fellow Trevor expressed doubts about, clutching a slip of paper. "Telegram from Truro, sir," he says, casting sidelong glances at the Baron. "Thank you," Longtree says, reading over the paper and nodding, fingers on his chin thoughtfully. He passes it to Trevor. "By the by," he says to the constable, "stay here a moment, would you?" "Sorry, sir," he says, fishing out his pocketwatch. "It's late, and I'd best be gettin' home to the missus, or she'll have me in the wringer." The telegram indicates that the Black Lion Hotel burnt to the ground the morning of the 29th. [/QUOTE]

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