Re: New Contest...........TN's Best Liar!!!
Before my seventh birthday my family moved into our new home in Knightsbridge. Being away from home most of the time as a resident of the Academy for Excitable Boys I had only time to explore the estate piecemeal.
My brother Garush being sadly injured at birth the tongs used to pull him into this world having caused irrepairable damage. Having spent several years wandering the catacombs beneath the grounds of Greayshawk Manor he became intimately familar with every fork and turn. Our Nanny viewing this excercise as harmless, little could she have guessed what would become of it.
Having established new all time acedemic and sporting records during my last year at the Academy I began to lust for a major change this being fueled by images of the beaches of Florida a state of the USA across the pond. Unstoppable in my quest I was finally granted travel with the resigned blessings of Mum and Sir quite agast at my choice of educational institution. Having applied and been hastily accepted at the University of Florida I boarded a mighty bird then soaring to race the clouds I fell into a tossed sleep.
Being the only passenger in Gentry class seating the flight attendants were constantly extending the most lavish of attentions upon me for the entire flight a wonderful 2 hour non stop of course.
Disembarking I was swiftly born to my waiting Bugatti Roadster thoughtfully shipped ahead for me by my ever so thoughtful family.
Adaption to American football was I must be quite frank somewhat of an adjustment that became less of a priority after a chance meeting with the goddess that would become my wife. We happened to meet in a most peculiar and all at once a most startling manner. It was my habit to haunt the student union building just to take in the birds that would hang about there. This is where the event was to occur.
Early in April of my first year in Florida a letter arrived from Nanny back at Greayshawk Manor with an inclusion penned by my dear brother Garush. Nanny expressed that this was an urgent communication and instructed me to please find then pay particular heed in regard to an inclusion. In his manner Brother described what had been a quandry for some long while. He wrote that on the 20th day of the month preceeding he had decided to write me to ask my assistance. It seemed that deep in the passages he so enjoyed perusing was discovered a slab making up a portion of the floor precisely at the end of the ninth right fork of the passage after reached after passing through the tomb halls of Sir Arthur. Thinly covering this concealed rectangle of marble laid finely ground host stone of the tunnel walls. Having read in the library next to the great hall of a trove said to be of the Templar Knights a distinct possibility began to part the curtains of my thoughts. In all haste I went across the way to the union building to procure a remedy for my already dry mouth so great was my excitement I failed to notice that a large beverage had been spilled my footing I was unable to regain and sliding found myself on a collision course with my wife to be. Unable to halt forward travel my shoulders striking her heels the result of which action found her sitting squarely upon my frame me looking up into her eyes breathlessness prevented an utterance of any sort from me. As our eyes met across the vastness of this encounter something of a bright star graced my gaze so instantly promising all a bond could be.
As you can well imagine the plot was assuming the viscosity of a cold plum pudding. Now the lure of two treasures placed a 1000 stone weight on my belabored mind. Seizing upon a rare opportunity I chose to hazard a statement of some rare form not lost on the victim of my accidental carom across the snack bar tiles. We were an instant Adam and Eve as right as Eversharp ! I decided there and then to have the pleasure of her company for all time. As was prudent I told her of the need for my travel to examine the discovered slab. The lure of wealth untold can ensnare even the doubtful in the fullness of time.
Having secured a flight upward then decending we soon heard the bullfrog chirp of the tires being spun up to speed by the unmoving tarmac. Wasting no time we crossed the moors via our hoverjet forthwith entering the bastions of the old home by the entrance beneath the moat bridge arriving just in time for tea. Much excitement ensued when family was presented with my future bride. The confusion was evident in they eyes of all around the table as we enjoyed a the pleasant repast of our luncheon.
Having our pleasantries now concluded Carol, Garush and I retired to the anteroom to devise our plan. Armed with the proper implements of destruction we decended the hewn stone steps into the dank darkness we so hoped held treasures not beheld for many generations. It was the custom of the house to have the latest model torch available on the market ours casting a crisscross weave in the ancient dust freed from beneath our hurried gait.
Just as Garush led us this way and that finally passing the halls hurrying on to counting six,seven then passing the eighth then into the ninth fork. The flourlike covering fairly lept from the blades we bore yeilding a surface so highly polished we were forced to avoid shining our beams at such an angle as to blind our gaze. Filled still with dust appeared an inscription scribed deep into the surface. Upon examination we took note but could not decipher the meaning left thereupon. Further excavation revealed notches in the lower edge of this unlikely sculpture. Inserting an iron bar and the force of two men the marble yeilded it's post toppling aside. Recovering our torches we hesitated then in unison cast their beams into the stone box at our feet. What was revealed in the quivering 3 disks of light will be known only to The Order. The other and most important treasure found by this writer may not be found to grace these pages however interested parties may see her likeness here:
http://www.pageant.com/carolgrow/
Garush has assumed his rightful place as Master and Lord of the Manor. My bride and I can be found back in the USA enjoying its' delightful clime and most cordial populace.
May forever the passion live among the diggers ! Long may you beep.
And hey Jack..............you just never know! 
