Just because it happens, don't make it true

In the great Hall the tables were laid with roasts of the hunt, and wine from all lands in clay goblets. And the sons of  land and war feasted.

But to the horn's deep bellow a silence fall as gold and silver cups were paraded to the King and his wives. To cheers, they were raised in praise of gods in bronze that sat in judgement behind the throne.

Then the air rent and the fingers of a hand appeared and wrote on the plaster of the wall, near the lamps opposite the King. And then to the sound of faint strange words, it faded away in a burst of light.

'Stop you stupid boy.' Professor Skolling pressed a button and the portal image faded into popping blue dots. ‘So Mr Hooton, as you found this so droll perhaps you could encapsulate for the class its consequences.’

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