![]() ![]() I didn't meet their standards as a man, let alone as a soldier. I had run out of money and been painfully sober for three days. These were crack troops, his personal guard. I don't know why his sergeant took me on. He'd come to Rippon to settle a boundary dispute between Shoaks and Rippon duchies. Eventually, to become a soldier again, this time for a young prince named Chivalry. Besides, there were scarcely enough animals left in that stable to warrant calling it such. Keeping them alive kept me from killing myself. Neko died, just a day after he started to sicken. "Some kind of horse plague went through that man's stables. Up the coast, to Rippon." He cleared his throat. "Duke Grizzle sold Neko and six mares, and I went with them. A time when it is far too early to arise, but so late that going to bed makes small sense. There is a dead spot in the night, that coldest, blackest time when the world has forgotten evening and dawn is not yet a promise. He said he feared more to stay, feared he could not keep his resolve with you. "Only in the way that people who know one another best know how to hurt one another best," I pleaded. About a hand of years later, the blood plague went through Chalced. I made my mother and grandmother's life a bit better with my new trade, though they never suspected what I did. In a sense, I transferred my bond to her. "My grandmother forced me to survive Slash's death. "I learned to talk," he said after a bit. I heard him making up his bed and lying down on it. His voice was the only sound in the fire lit room. Why he suddenly spoke so openly, I did not know. Now the words were spilling out of him, washing away my years of wondering and suspecting. Drink had never loosened his tongue, but only made him more silent. All the years I had known him as a taciturn man. He was stealing a slab of bacon at the time." He got up from his chair, and went to his blankets. I suppose I was about eight when he ran between a horse and its cart and was kicked to death. She tried to drive the dog away, but like you, I had a will of my own in those matters. My grandmother, I am sure, had her suspicions. Taking what you wanted, when you wanted it, and not worrying past getting it. His only value was survival, his only loyalty to me. "So I bonded, very young, to the only strong male in my world who was interested in me. The dwindling light of the fire made a shadowy landscape of his face. And they told Chivalry I'd knocked two men out and held off five others with a stave until the Guard came to tip the odds their way. My sergeant was disgusted, I'd made no friends among the common soldiers. By then my fellow guards wanted nothing more to do with me. The City Guard hauled me before him, still bloody, still drunk, still wanting to fight. "The third time they dragged me in, it was for brawling in a tavern. He went on again at last, almost unwillingly. I heard him shoulder deeper into his bed. The EU funding is 1 million euro of which the 60 % will reach the participating museums.Burrich cleared his throat again. ![]() It is led by ARS Electronica of Austria working together with Museum Booster of Belgium and ecsite, also from Austria. The project started on 1 October 2021 and will offer its support to museums during a 24-months period. Strategies for integrating infrastructures.New content distribution and revenue models.Innovating audience analysis and engagement.To learn more and submit an application for the two-stage incubation programme please visit the DOORS Open Call page.ĭOORS will help participating museums develop digital pilots in one of the following areas: The project has just launched its open call for small and medium-size museums across Europe. DOORS is the new coordination and support action designed to help museums to integrate technology into their work in the wake of the devastating impact of the lockdown and increased demand for online content as well as enriched onsite experiences. ![]()
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