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Delivery~

Can't think of a proper title atm. (To be honest, I don't know if I should even continue the wip) I decided to post this since the story was uselessly stored in my docs.

Gasping for precious air as your lungs expand painfully in your chest after running for your life while making sure the parcel in your possession was safe, this must be the most life-changing terror fuel delivery experience happen in your life. Finally, you take the last steps of mercy for an escape toward your boss's important customer's doorstep, you reach your destination. Carefully and oh, so gently you placed the heavy crate full of expensive bottles on the floor, along with your trusty cane. As you catch your breath. The adrenaline from your earlier escapade abruptly reached its descent, taking away the numbness from being high with your partial boost on being in full survival mode your knees shook along your other limbs. Your gruff promise of strangling your boss alternate with deep heavy sets of inhales and exhales. 

You're a fucking newbie for fieldwork for fuck sake! And he still sent you out. 

At the last intake of breath, reestablishing your posture as you recompose yourself, a three-loud knock on the majestic black door echoed in the eerie silence. 

You hope however the receiver of this expensive parcel would give you a tip. 

Before you can even see the man in person your senses are instantly flooded with warnings. The incoming presence radiates great power you only feel from one accidental encounter with a marine, or to be precise one of those in the higher ranks. 

Fucking Dave! If I ended up dead I haunt his stupid ass til the day he dies! You screamed at the back of your mind while contemplating if waiting for the payment is still worth it over your impending doom. 

The door slowly opens as if taunting you, mocking you from the dose of cowardice now pumping in your veins. Well, you didn't run all the way here, chased by sword-wielding apes on this gloomy ass island just to run again empty-handed. Fuck that shit. The need for money and pride, unfortunately, won over as you come face to face with the stoic man with golden eyes that definitely haunts anybody's soul and dream for those with faint hearts. 

"I'm here to deliver a crate of your orders from Mr. Delver," you said in the most composed and professional tone you could muster. Ignoring the unnerving presence and stares from the man. 

When the stoic man didn't give you any reply, an exhausted sigh passed between your lips partially breaking a professional facade. Walking towards the crate you pulled out a butterfly knife out of your hip pouch, unlocking the latch and twirling the knife with ease to unfold the edge before kneeling beside the crate. Wedging the knife between the lid you carefully pry the lid. After opening the crate you didn't move away already sense the man moved near enough to see the content. 

"You're the first one who came this far and safely delivered my wine right in front of my castle. It seems the old fool finally hired someone competent enough to do the job." Ah, so the man does speak after all. Even if the statement wasn't meant for you, a tad bit of annoyance irked you from his condescending tone. 

But you are here to only do your damn job. So, you just nod and place the lid back. 

"Follow me to the cellar while I arrange the payment," he ordered so monotonously. 

Ah, hell no! That sounds like a fucking death trap. "Apologies Mr. Dracule but my job here is only to deliver the parcel to your doorstep. I'll wait here for the payment."

His expression didn't change, which annoyed you because you couldn't tell if you were in any sign of danger. And his gaze looks empty as if you are starting into a bottomless pit that would never cease to unnerve you. 

"Very well then."

A flinched visibly hitched your shoulders when he walked towards you, mindlessly following your instinct you take a step back. Without straining any effort the receiver of the cursed parcel carries the crate as the man retreats inside his gloomy adobe. 

You don't care if he will even tip you as long as this would be the last of setting a foot in this island infested with sword-wielding maniacs. 

After taking the payment you didn't waste another second from leaving. Not even bothering to count the bills that had been given to you. It was lunchtime, in your defense you had the right to be a bit cranky. Besides, there is no way you'll be coming back to that island owned by a Dracula incarnate, right?

…

"Tell me you're joking! You're joking… right?" The corner of your lips twitched from the force of your attempt to smile at what Dave just randomly announced. "Right?" You asked again still in the safety fog of your denial. 

"No. I'm afraid it isn't a joke. The man himself personally asks you to be the only one to deliver his wine from now on." 

Dave shrieked when you leaped toward him, crouching on the bar counter and grabbing your boss on the collar of his dress shirt, you sneered at him. The man might be your boss, but he broke his words. "You told me I'll only have to take that job once since you're still looking for Zake's replacement. You.Told. Me." 

"I know what I said! But how can I oppose a man like Dracule Mihawk?! A warlord who also holds the title being the strongest swordsman in the world! And my long-time customer!"

You shook him violently making the man cry in hysteria. "Like I fucking care Dave! You stupid idiot. You should have just given in to Zake's demand! You fool. How could you do this to me?... To your niece?" You croaked the last part. 

Talking sense to your uncle is futile, especially when Dave was deduced into an utter crying mess. He continuously apologizes and grovels on the floor after you let him go. It was hopeless since it was a sign of defeat for your uncle the moment he shed tears.

Walking out of the empty bar you slumped down on the steps. Grumbling curses your fingers and clutches the locks of your ruffled hair. 

If only your old hag didn't bury you in a ridiculous amount of debt. If only… you sigh letting go of your hair. There's no point in mulling this. All you can do now is to accept and survive. 

At least the greatest swordsman is generous with his tips. You chuckled bitterly. 

The World Has Gone Insane from the Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde musical is a raymond delver song btw

Friday 31 August 1832

5 55

11 5

much rain in the night – fair and finish at 6 and F61° - from 7 25 to 8 5 made several notes and read from p. 231 to 258 all except explanation of plates and Index of ‘Reliquae Diluvianae; or observation on the organic Remains contained in caves, fissures, and diluvial gravel, and on other geological phenomena, attesting the action of an universal deluge - By the reverend William Buckland, B.D. F.R.S.F.L.S  member of the geological society of London etc. etc. and professor of mineralogy and geology in the university of Oxford London: John Murray, Albemarle street 1823. 4to. pp.303. 27 plates, printed by Thomas Davison, Whitefriars. London -

SH:7/ML/E/15/0112

breakfast at 8 ¼ with my father in 25 minutes – out at 8 ¾ - met Jonathan Mallinson at Whitehall – told him he must give up having the masons and delvers fortnight union meetings at his house or they would stamp it down – besides, these meetings were not respectable and he would have his license taken from him - at Lidgate in 35 minutes at 9 20 – Miss W- at home – sat with her near a couple of hours then proposed going to Cliff Hill – we sat 35 minutes with Miss Walker and then after having sauntered and looked about    both before and after our call I left Miss W- junior at her own gate about  1 and went to Lightlcliffe - Mrs P- not at home, but found her at her school and sat about a couple of hours with her – got her to tell me what creepers to have for my chaumière - said how well Miss W- and I got on together – had been at Cliff Hill together – asked her to take me to call on Mrs Briggs the banker’s wife and  to enquire for a Highland servant for me - then got on to grave subjects - more unsettled than ever since the last 2 years - Death had broken in upon my plans - all my thoughts of a fixed companion frustrated - must have someone - difficult to choose again   she would and must be certain I meant poor Sibbella  Mrs P-  said all that would be easy when the time came she mentioned Mrs Lawton oh no I like her very much but that was a different thing and made the same answer about Miss Norcliffe all this was to throw Mrs P- off the thought of π- whom I know she must have fancied I had fixed on I got on as usual friendly as ever tho’ at first it struck me she thought of my seeing so much of Miss Walker?   perhaps the Priestleys will think of it by and by   Miss W- and I do certainly get on marvellously she seems quite confidential and glad to see me told me of her plans of altering the Cliff Hill grounds etc.  Miss Walker and I talked of her going with Miss (Catherine Rawson) to Wastwater [Wast Water] Lake on Wednesday and of this place and that  – she would like to see the Giant’s Causeway and lakes of Killarney – so should I – said I would take her next month and she would have gone but for having promised to go to Wastwater [Wast Water]! I hoped that she would not be long away - to be back before the end of next month – she would like well enough to see Switzerland - shall I get her there? mentioned my being lost near Wast Water  and begged her to think of me there yes  she should not forget me really I almost think she has no dislike to me at any rate who knows how it may end I shall be wary this time Miss W- likely enough to get me a Highland manservant - In short I shall really be glad enough when she is come back again – In returning (about 4) called on old Mr. Wilkinson   explained about the new Wellroyde footpaths – he told me in confidence he had heard old Stocks laugh and tell Joseph Wilkinson he might get £50 from me and let me stop what roads I liked – said I was sorry for the opposition on Mr. Wilkinsons’ account meant to knock up the new footpath made leave open the bridle road down Lower brea wood – stop up Wellroyde altogether (no right of footpath there) and open the old road from the top of Stony lane close under Upper brea house as it used to go before the new Northowram road was made – Mr. W- begged me to wait – he will try and be made surveyor after 22 September next, and thinks he can overcome all opposition – very well to oblige him promised to wait till after that day, and, if secure from all opposition in stopping the bridge road to the new footpath remain – would do anything to oblige him – very civil to him and Mrs. W- said I would shew them my new walk – very good friends – then went with Charles and James H- to the common wood lane along the top of Cowgate wood and cut 7 or 8 small oaks to finish the chaumiere and make door for it etc - this took me till after 7. – then spoke to Murgatroyd the carpenter and Firth the glazier who had been putting a new window light to open (of wood to 6 . airtight) in my room (blue room) – dinner at 7 ½ - afterwards wrote the whole of today and went into the other room at 9 50 –

1835 February Wednesday 18

8

11 1/2

no kiss very heavy shower at 7 – damp but fair at 8 F 44° at 8 50/.. a.m. out at 9 for 1/2 hour with Throp and his man getting up thorns in hedge between Pearson Ing and coalpit field 3 of them planted this afternoon in the coalpit field and one in the Lower brook Ing near the gate into my walk – and with Charles Howarth ordering about trestles for the drift-sinkers to pen[?] upon with their stuff to the Allencar side of the dry bridge – breakfast at 9 1/2 – then out again with Throp till came in at 11 1/4 – Adney had Mr. Adam to look over Hinscliffe’s lease of the Newhouse coal that the holder of it Mr. Chew was to have brought at 11 but as he was not come at 12 so Mr. Adam went away and I returned to Throp – called back again in about 1/2 hour to Mr. Adam and Mr. Samuel Freeman the latter come in answer to my note of yesterday – very civil – would do as I liked, but, were the case his own, he would drop it – Pickells so drunk when he went for the summons, David Mallinson would not grant it – a man of such character would not be attended to – said Pickells had come to me in the afternoon of the day (Monday) and I certainly did not perceives that he was drunk nor did Mr. Bradley perceive who had to give him orders about some walling – However, I was satisfied to take Mr. Freeman’s advice – In fact, I had nothing to do with that part of the wood of which I had sold the 3500 yards stone to Mr. Freeman and should be glad enough to wash my hands of the business – I saw I had been wrong to send the summons in the 1st instance – very ready to own this, and very glad to leave Mr. Freeman to do what he thought best – he offered to try to make the men come and make an apoligy to me – no! said let them do it to you, and leave you to settle it with me – all which Mr. Adam approved – Mr. Freeman begged I would not tell Pickells what he, Mr. Freeman, had said – I promised I would not – but smiled and said he shewed a white feather – Freeman said I did not know what it was to have people to deal with as he had – a word at a public house might do nobody knew what mischief – he had lost £5000 by the union (turn out of the delvers) and I did not know what a spirit was abroad in the country – Everybody was afraid of a man like Pickells – I said as for that I would make no mischief but Pickells was the only man who could keep trespassers off the estate – it was only the hunters who had hitherto beat us; and Messurs. Pickells and Adam knew there was no law against hunters – Mr. Adam said the law was certainly deficient in that case  - Freeman was surpriced but of course gave way – stayed about 1/2 hour till 2 – had wine – I said he might be assured that from this time I would have nothing further to do with that part of the wood containing the stone sold to him, till such time as he had given up all claim to any right in it – that whatever people said he might be sure I would give no further orders about it – the fact is, as I think to this that, be it as it may, the fellow Gill had cut down a part of the wood, however small, and taken away the stuff in spite of me, who can get nothing for it, and of Freeman who ought to pay me the value of the stuff however small that sum may be – But no matter – I shall learn in time – never sell stone again unless by the measured and set out plot containing so many yards or thereabouts; and when I put to let the upper Place quarry, if Freeman be the bidder I choose to take let him not have one square yard till he has given  up all right and title to yew trees wood – Let Samuel Washington immediately measure and stake off the portion sold to Samuel Freeman and let me know what I now have left to myself – off with Adney to Cliff hill at 3 1/4 – thence  from 4 5/.. to 4 35/.. Mrs. Carter there – Mrs. Ann Walker very civil – home at 5 20/.. then with Throp and his man 1/4 hour – and then had Jonathan Mallinson and his son – the latter will take the Mytholm farm but thought the rent rather too great – well then, said I, I will lessen it by reserving the buildings and Ing they stand in – and take Samuel Washington’s value for the rest or thereabouts for I had taken the total value added about 20/. odd to make up £65 per annum – they thought he had got up in his value – I said that made no difference – I cared little what he valued at, for I valued for myself and had made up my mind before giving him any order to value the farm – some mention made of Dewhirst – said he was not respectable enough for me as he was at present; and I would not let him the place (without land) if he would give me £100 a year for it  tho’ if he had married and become a respectable family man, he should have had the place and I would have done anything I could for him – his mother had not behaved well in putting in no ticket at the public letting and I would not take her as tenant – Had had Pickells about wanting throughs for stamps wall before going to Cliff hill with Adney and I explain manner about how I intended hereafter to work the coal – dinner at 6 3/4 – coffee – Left Adney with my father and came and wrote the above of today and had longish talk to Oddy about Eugenie till 9 3/4 –1/4 hour with my aunt till 10 10/.. – very fine day F 45° at 10 25/.. p.m.

Mr. Jubb came about 1 1/2 and rebound up my wrist – all the lump of escaped synovial fluid absorbed –

looks at you pathetically stay here with me in the haunted mortuary forever im not asking

this might just be my ideas spilling over about my other favorite old men but i think he would wrap his arms around someone’s waist but in a pathetic “please dont leave me” kind of way

Tues[day] 31 March 1835

7 3/4

11 3/4

V  No kiss Fine morn[in]g F 46 1/2° at 8.28 at w[hi]ch h[ou]r w[e]nt d[o]wn  to Mrs Geo[rge] Robins[o]n, she st[aye]d ab[ou]t an

h[ou]r. Ca[me] to say Dewhirst h[a]d tak[e]n a place at upp[e]r brea, w[a]s go[in]g to ha[ve] skin pits t[he]re and the wat[e]r

w[oul]d be spoilt, s[ai]d perh[aps] it w[a]s well. I sh[oul]d be oblig[e]d to bring an act[ion] and the matt[e]r w[oul]d be

settl[e]d 1 way or oth[e]r next assizes. I explain[e]d ab[ou]t the send[in]g the not[i]ce to quit. S[ai]d I h[a]d nev[e]r

nam[e]d it. Mrs R-[Robinson] s[ai]d M[iste]r Lister, the appraiser h[a]d nam[e]d it and m[u]ch h[a]d been s[ai]d ab[ou]t it. S[ai]d I

c[oul]d n[o]t help doubt[in]g t[hi]s, d[i]d n[o]t kno[w] how M[iste]r List[e]r c[oul]d kno[w]. Mrs R[obinson] seem[e]d satisfi[e]d w[i]th

wh[a]t I s[ai]d and well pleas[e]d. She and all the neighb[ou]rs anx[iou]s for M[iste]r Warburton to get Hipperh[olme] school.

M[iste]r W[ilia]m Priest[le]y wr[ot]e to M[iste]r Th[oma]s Robins[o]n to ask his vote for M[iste]r Carter who is B.A [Bachelor of Arts] b[u]t  

n[o] t M.A[Master of Arts

yet w[ould] ha[ve] been if M[iste]r Huds[o]n h[a]d liv[e]d 2 m[on]ths long[e]r. S[ai]d if M[iste]r Warburt[o]n d[i]d n[o]t get the school

yet, if he chose to rem[ain] at Hipperh[olm]e, Miss Walker and I w[oul]d do all we c[ould] for h[i]m and he w[oul]d ha[ve]

plenty of accomodat[[io]n made for h[i]m. I d[i]d n[o]t ev[e]n kno[w] h[i]m by sight, b[u]t th[ou]ght t[ha]t consider[in]g

V  all the circumst[ance]s he ought to get the school. T[he]n h[a]d Turner the delver [digger] ab[ou]t rag tops and bot[tom]s

to be deliv[ere]d at Mytholm at 1/6 [1 shilling 6 pence] p[e]r y[ar]d, 3 in[ches] thick and wall stones at 2/. [2 shillings] p[e]r 2 horse

load and 1/2 [one shilling 2 pence] p[e]r 1 horse load, and parpoints at 1/. [1 shilling] p[e]r y[ar]d. S[ai]d t[hi]s w[ould] n[o]t do, c[oul]d get

the rag tops and bot[tom]s deliver[e]d at 1/3 [one shilling 3 pence] p[e]r y[ar]d, the wall st[on]e too, too d[ea]r, w[oul]d th[in]k ab[ou]t it.  

Br[eak]f[a]st

at 9.50 in 1/2 h[ou]r hav[in]g set Thorp jun[io]r and his man to pl[an]t out the hazels (620) t[ha]t ca[me] on Sat[urday],  

in my walk bank and in Wellroyd wood und[e]r upp[e]r brea. Good motion loose and  

pretty good one yesterday also after breakfast  next to nothing yesterday and today

on getting up in consequence of eating greens the last three days at dinner I ought to have

had vegetables before. A few min[ute]s w[i]th my fath[e]r, weak b[u]t pret[ty] well t[hi]s morn[in]g. Wr[ote] the

+  ab[ov]e of t[hi]s morn[in]g till 11. R[ea]d fr[om] page 8 to 15 Phil[ip] on the Vit[a]l funct[io]ns] and at 11.20 off w[i]th A-[Ann], left h[e]r at  

Crown[e]st

to look ov[e]r th[in]gs left t[he]re, at 12 saunt[ere]d b[a]ck al[on]g my walk prun[in]g etc etc so[me] ti[me] w[i]th Thorp and his man plant[in]g  

the

hazels on the bank side t[he]re. Ho[me] ab[ou]t 2, talk[in]g to Ch[arl]es How[ar]th till 3 ab[ou]t upper brea wat[e]r etc, no need wh[a]t ev[e]r to

spoil the Low[e]r brea wat[e]r. If any harm done to it, it m[u]st be done on purp[ose]. Heavy rain at 2 3/4, ca[me] in at 3.5.

1835 M[ar]ch

 fr[om] 3.10 to 4 1/2 wr[ote] 3 pages and ends to M-[Mariana] Sor[ry] I h[a]d 

been so long in writ[in]g, w[oul]d n[o]t ma[ke] excuses b[u]t  simply by and 

entr[us]t h[e]r n[o]t to th[in]k me forgetful, anx[iou]s ab[ou]t Percy [Mariana]. ‘I 

ha[ve] th[ou]ght and do th[in]k of you, and often for you, mo[re] ‘mo[re],  daresay 

t[ha]n you imagine. You were right to s[e]nd me the prayer you wr[ote] on the 

9th. Perh[aps] t[ha]t day or rather its annivers[ar]y, will nev[e]r pass by eith[er] of 

us, unnot[e]d. B[u]t let us look up[on] it w[i]th ‘thankfulness. I nev[e]r cease to 

persuade mys[elf] t[ha]t you determ[ine]d wise[l]y, and t[ha]t ti[me] will show you 

mo[re] and ‘mo[re]  clear[l]y how m[u]ch you ha[ve] reas[o]n to be satisfi[ie]d. 

T[he]re is a gleam at hand mo[re] bright t[ha]n I c[a]n ‘bel[ieve]. All will go well 

w[i]th us b[o]th. Sure[l]y Percy [Mariana] will recov[e]r, and sure[l]y I shall soon 

ha[ve] the ‘on[l]y th[in]g want[in]g to my own happ[ine]ss, t[ha]t is, the mo[re] 

perf[ec]t ass[uran]ce of y[our]s. On[l]y keep up y[ou]r sp[iri]ts and hope and 

‘th[in]k all th[in]gs t[ha]t please you best, and I ask no mo[re]. We kno[w] t[ha]t all 

th[in]gs work togeth[e]r for good. ‘it is en[ou]gh. Ga[ve] M-s [Mariana’s] k[i]nd 

mess[a]ge to Adney [Ann], hope it h[a]d n[o]t made h[e]r idle. ‘She oft[[e]n 

‘sp[ea]ks w[i]th gr[ea]t pleas[u]re of our hav[in]g you here. I am n[o]t afr[ai]d of 

y[ou]r lik[in]g h[e]r less well, or being ‘less pleas[e]d t[ha]n you exp[ec]t. If you 

are bent up[on] hav[in]g the paragraph, I m[us]t s[e]nd it you ‘anoth[e]r ti[me]. I 

can[no]t at the mom[en]t, turn of the pap[e]r, in ti[me] for the let[ter] bag of 

tonight, ‘b[u]t the announcement w[a]s , in subst[an]ce, the marr[ia]ge of 

Capt[ai]n Tom Lister of S.H [Shibden Hall] to Miss Ann Walker ‘late of Lidgate. 

On discov[er]y of the hoax, a handso[me] volunteer apol[og]y w[a]s s[e]nt by the 

Ed[ito]r ‘of one of the pap[e]rs; and here the matt[er] end[e]d, f[o]r nobod[y] 

w[a]s annoy[e]d, and nobod[y] car[e]d ab[ou]t it’ My fath[e]r very feeble, my 

a[un]t ‘suffers a ver[y] gr[ea]t deal b[u]t the vit[a]l pow[e]rs seem far fr[om] 

exhaust[e]d’…. Bel[ieve] me alw[a]ys and ver[y] truly ver[y] f[ai]thfully and 

aff[ectionatel]y y[ou]rs A L-[Lister]’ H[a]d s[ai]d my wrist w[a]s spelk[e]d and I 

wr[ote] w[i]th mo[re] pain and diffic[ult]y t[ha]n the last ti[me] I wr[ote]. The heavy 

rain contin[uin]g w[e]nt d[o]wn at 4 1/2 and ask[e]d my fath[e]r for his phaeton to 

fetch A-[Ann] ho[me], st[aye]d talk[in]g d[o]wnst[ai]rs till off at   at 4.40 and at 

Cliffhill at 5.5. A-[Ann] h[a]d n[o]t been t[he]re, w[e]nt to Crownest. She h[a]d 

been look[in]g ov[e]r old pap[e]rs all the day b[u]t w[a]s just ready to co[me] 

away. Off at 5.10 and ho[me] at 5.35. So[me] whi[le] w[i]th my fath[e]r and 

Mar[ia]n, dress[e]d. A-[Ann]  w[e]nt L  to my a[un]t at 6. Wr[ote] the first 18 lines 

of t[hi]s page. Din[ner] at 6.20, s[e]nt off my let[ter] to ‘Mrs Lawton, Claremont 

house, Leamington Warwickshire’. Coff[ee] w[i]th my fath[e]r and Mar[ia]n 1/2  

h[ou]r till 7.40, t[he]n look[in]g ov[e]r A-s [Ann’s] old pap[e]rs t[ha]t she br[ou]ght 

fr[om] Crownest for ab[ou]t an h[ou]r. More cop[ie]s of wills, Mr Caygill’s gr[ea]t 

gr[a]ndfath[e]r to A- [Ann] and wh[o]se d[au]ght[e]r Ann Caygill marr[ie]d sir 

Ja[me]s Ibbotson [ correct spelling is Ibbetsen] B[arone]t and Mrs Charlesworth’s 

will +   [cum aliis]. Wr[ote] the last 8 lines till 8.50. Till 9.50 r[ea]d fr[om] page 15 

to 55 Philip on the Vit[a]l funct[io]ns 20 min[utes] w[i]th my a[un]t til 10 1/4 at 

w[hi]ch h[ou]r F 50° fine b[u]t dullish morn[in]g, rainy aft[ernoo]n fr[om] ab[ou]t 

2 1/4.

1838 Monday 31 December

8

2 20/..

fine sunny high windy morning Fahrenheit 37° outside and 40° inside study at 9 1/2 and breakfast to 10 35/..

reading all the while the work of the society for promoting useful knowledge on the horse food warranty and groom (about page 365 and before and after) – then at my desk – had John Booth’s account – writing them out – had him up – settled with him his deptor and creditor account and told him what balance of wages he had to receive tomorrow in full up to then – then wrote out, anew (in my long vellum backed servants book the whole of his wages account from Tuesday 17 may 1836 when he re-entered my service after leaving my sister at Market Weighton – this and 1 thing or other has taken till me till now 2 p.m. –

out at 2 1/4 by the walk and Lower brea and Lower brea high road to Sunwood quarry – only Jack green there – then to Lane ends quarry – only Joseph Booth (quondum garden labourer) there he and George loadening the cart –

then to Listerwick – saw Joseph Mann for a minute – they are boring at Listerwick engine pit for some thing or other – see into it tomorrow –

then to Robert mann and Wiliam Lord and Thomas Sutcliffe raising the wall against the low fish pond embankment against the high road – said it was shaffeling work to have only one man at each quarry – Robert and all to be at Sunwood quarry – and to get me our estate from a delver of the price at which he will do me another boring and delve at Hipperholm Lane Ends quarry – spoke to Ann about it this evening –

came in about 4 1/4 Ann had Mr George Robinson and let him the ten yard at £18 per annum – he mentioned wanting his currying shop raising and a gig house – I said I had nothing to say about his house and land – he had it all his own way – much obliged to him for not letting me have my way as to a lease – I should lay out nothing – should have nothing to say about doing anything but he had the mill on lease, and if I saw my way clearly I might think about that – he would see me again about it – I said I should doubtless give the same answer –

then left Ann and him – in the stables and farm yard and seeing George Robinson go away, pass me, walked with him to the lodge – talking about the meer – he very civil about it – will come on Thursday and look at it and advise me as to clows etc –

then took 2 or 3 turns quick walking to warm up myself in the lodge road – came in at 5 1/2 – 1/4 hour with Ann dressed – went into the cellar – 1 Ann’s port 1 marsala –

dinner at 6 1/4 -coffee at 8 – had John Booth in the north parlour and paid him for a few things he got tonight at Halifax – then came upstairs and till 8 3/4 wrote all but the 1st 7 lines of today –

Ann very good till iust before dinner was over then for why I cannot guess poorly? she got into crying mood and cried bitterishly afte dinner was over   I sat silent and merely once asked if she was very poorly and then took no further notice – 

Ann read French her 2 800 pages- I upstairs about 1/2 hour (not so much) and went down again at 8 50/.. –

another year is just expiring – another year is just commencing – may it be less anxious and more happy than its immediate predecessor! –

then sat with Ann down stairs reading Tom Telescope on the Newtonian philosophy till 10 when John Booth came to say Captain was very poorly – ordered him warm oat-meal and water – would not take it – then had one pint of warm beer horned down him – in and out till 11 –

then came in with Ann – upstairs in her bed room till 11 3/4 – then in the stable – at 12 1/4 George groom bled the poor animal very nicely and in 1/4 hour took about 5 or 6 quarts of blood from him – I fear not enough – the horse seemed releived as to his breathing but not enough? did not sicken at all – stood very quietly – George farmer held his head and I the candle –

I came in at 12 3/4  ordered George groom had proposed rubbing his legs and I ordered them when rubbed to be bandaged – sent Oddy to bed and gave George the servants hall door key to let himself in by – had sent Booth to bed before 11 – he has to prepare tomorrow for brewing on Wednesday –

fine mild day – Fahrenheit 40 1/2 ° inside and 38° outside study –

stood in my room an hour reading till 2 the work on the horse published by the society for promoting useful knowledge

Cult Leader: You dare defile the Realm of the Delvers?

Flora: Oops, sorry! Wrong room! I was looking for the ladies...

Feng: This isn't the elvish special food place!

Roza: We can leave no worries oh great lord

Feng: You guys lied to me there's no ale in here!

Flora: Mr Priest might have some communion wine...

We got some new informations about MiA from the interview with the anime staff and the author

・Shimoyama-san, the guy who played the Indian black whistle (the guy about to get killed by Tama-chan?) also played the Orb Piercer ・The Indian black whistle guy was a Praying Hand returning to the surface from the Idofront. Therefore, he was Bondrewd but offline (?) ・The helmet that Lyza was holding in the new scenes in the first film was formerly owned by a Praying Hand ・"The First Layer" originally was supposed to be Mitty's theme ・The guy who admonished Bondrewd ("Sovereign, what do you think you are doing?!") was not a Praying Hand, but a pretty high-ranking Black Whistle ・Bondrewd's voice was carefully processed so that it sounds like it's coming from behind a mask, but not too mechanical ・That bird doll Nanachi made ("Look, Mitty, it's a bird") - there's no such bird like that [in the MiA universe] ・Deep inside, Nanachi wanted to smell good. Mitty's blessing granted that to them ・Riko's soul is in a weird state because she came back to life in the Abyss ・The reason Marulk helped fix the parcel with Ozen's friends (in the anime ending) is because he can't go to Orth for certain reasons (?) ・Orth, in the end [the end of the anime or the end of the story? likely the former], is evacuated. The general public is no longer there, and only delvers remain ・"reBirth", the ED song for the first film, is "his" theme ・The storyboard for the Idofront movie is already done and the staff have already congregated

Q. Does fog weave fix itself if you rip it? A. No. Q. How do the squids in the Goblets of Giants lay their eggs on the Great Fault? A. Many people tried to observe them laying their eggs, but nobody has ever seen it happen so nobody knows (Lord Tsukushi) Q. Will the Neritantan make another appearance? (10-year old kid) [yikes] A. There are many species of Neritantan. The small, weak ones are really adaptable creatures so they just might appear [later]. (Lord Tsukushi) Q. How's "A Day in the Life of Marulk" going? [Seems to be an OVA about Marulk, first teased at a talk show in 2017] (Mr. Runny Nose) A. I haven't given up my hopes. If Tsukushi-sensei would write it, then it just might be made (Producer Yamashita) Q. If you were to do a spinoff, what would it be about? (Mr. Takuya) A. Marulk-chan! Such a solid character background, shame it's not put to use! (Lord Tsukushi) Q. I also want something about the pasts of the White Whistles (Mr. Takuya) A. I do too. The new scene in the first film was part of that. (Lord Tsukushi) Q. Did you change the crying voices for the Mitty farewell scene? (Mr. nijita) A. I didn't change them. Maybe you're hearing things that you weren't able to before because of the theater acoustics? (Audio Director Yamada) Q. Does Ozen make Marulk's clothes? A. Ozen doesn't make them, but they're order-made. He stores telescopic lenses and other equipment in those pockets around his head. Q. Tell me more about Bondrewd's transport route [to the Idofront] A. That's a route he made and only he and no other delver can use. The Praying Hands are responsible for moving the train. They don't have to worry about the weight and cargo on the return journey (because it's a one-way trip for orphans anyway)

Saturday 14 May 1836

7 ¼

11 40

no kiss very fine morning ready ay 8 20 - had Hartley the delver from the cottage at Pump I spoke to his wife to give up (meaning it for Frank) wanting to take one of the Mytholm cottages - said I meant them for the colliery and therefore do not consider as regularity to let at present - at any rate, Hartley should not be tenant - pays John Oates no rent, and has not a good character - had Husband and David Booth about new flagging the Low buttery to keep the rats out - breakfast at 9 10 - set the men the 1st thing to pull down the wall at the end of the present walk where the terrace used to be, i.e. at the end of the garden and in front of the north parlour window, and get it down as far as to the commencement of the palisading - out with A- in the walk and at the meer - had Mr. Husband with us and agreed at his suggestion as to terms, with Mawson to cart the good soil from the head of the meer, to full up the Cankery hollow between the upper brook Ing and Godley Ing at 4d. per yard - Mark Hepworth’s one horse cart and his brother today as yesterday and Thursday and Robert  Mann + 5 today and yesterday and Thursday - looking over old account books and bills (all from Northgate) - the hall chamber and burning them in the hall fire - with A- at her luncheon - she off on her pony to Cliff hill at 3 ¼ and I burning old accounts books and bills till 4, on going out, found the carts and men just gone - Had Robert Mann - paid him up tonight including farm - this setting (paving) then went with Robert Mann down to the meer and to the wheel-race - to see how things were going on - he told me Holt had told him and Joseph Mann, and declared he would tell me also, that he knew a man who would swear

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that he saw Holmes pay Illingworth £35 (and Washington was with Illingworth when he received this money) for his part in getting A- to let Holmes and Bland have the Bouldshaw coal cheap - I said I could hardly believe it - but Robert was positive that Holt was quite sober when he told the thing - I said I wished Holt could be spirited up to tell me tomorrow but I did not think he would tell me - is it possible that that such an accusation against SW- can be true? Dinner at 6 ½ - coffee - out from 8 to 9 - then with my aunt - Note tonight per post from Mr. Parker, dated yesterday to say that Mr. Wainhouse had yesterday meaning paid him ‘£4000 in Bank Paper’ and that he, Mr. P-, would have called this morning at Shibden hall but was obliged to go to Thornton - A- had letter tonight from her sister - very fine day -