2nd Messidor, 1836: I have on my travelling desk a little iron frog that one of the workers excavated while we established our camp. I have half a mind to keep it as a personal memento, rather then sending it to the museum to be packed away as another listing in their catalog. I find, as we start to explore this place, that I feel a deep personal connection to it, even though my birthplace is far from here.
Perhaps it is because my interest in history and the science of archeology can be traced back to when I first learned of the legendary Purge of the Great Library of Niya. I remeber feels that it was such a tragedy. A schoolgirl’s fancy, perhaps: but the scholar I am now still feels that first curiosity whenever lost knowledge is discussed.
It is my hope that this site will yield a find comparable to the subterranean chambers that Hieronymus has discovered at the site near Chayi.