O ars …

»Hey, look what the treasure map is doing. You have got to see it, all of you.«

Just as Nigel is stepping out of the library of Brompton Castle through the glass door once more with a funny little jump and the green treasure map in his left hand suddenly a mighty rushing wind comes from the cloudy skies taking away the pergamentic paper which is the Greenlion treasure map.

»No. No. No.«

Nigel's little jumps of joy aren't that little anymore and anything but joyfull. No matter how high he reaches the treasure map is always out of reach and once it lands on the ground another gust of wind carries it up in the air again.

»Quick«, I say to everyone, »don't let it get away. Catch the map!«

The llama, Kylie, Claude, the non-archaeologist, Gilbert, the butler, Hildegard, the housekeeper, Nigel and me, myself and I are running around like fools in the frontyard of Brompton Castle always a little and finally too late.

Out of the blue and one of the laurel hedges around the Brompton estate the black sheep re-enters the scene.

»I knew it«, Nigel exclaims. »There has been a black sheep all along!«

And before one of us can grap the treasure map or get between it and the black animal, the sheep takes the pergamentic paper with its' grinning teeth and swollows it whole without chewing.

Nigel breaks down and falls to his knees.

»No. No. No. Everything is lost. And I cannot remember the signs on the map. If only I had a photographic memory and the ability to draw them down.«

Claude Sideburns, the man the llama and all of us called Claude Burnside and a professor for archaeology once, steps next to Kylie's son helping him back to his feet again trying to comfort him.

»Don't worry, young man«, he says. »I think I found another key to the stone dial in the mud. «

He has all of our full attention now.

»You have?« I ask pulling an eyebrow.

»Yes, I think so. Does anybody of you know how many stars there are in Ursa Major?«

WHAAAT?

Bored of the life in the City of Gold
He'd left and let nobody know.
Gone were the towers he had known from a child,
Alone with the dream of a life
He travelled the wide open road,
The blinkered arcade,
In search of another to share in his life.
Nowhere.
Everyone looked so strange to him.

They've got no horns and they've got no tail
They don't even know of our existence.
Am I wrong to believe in a City of Gold
That lies in the deep distance, he cried

And wept as they led him away to a cage
Beast that can talk, read the sign.
The creatures they pushed and they prodded his frame
And questioned his story again.

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Today is Wednesday, the 24th of May 2023.

Ursa Major