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And that, my friend, is how I came to meet Master Tiberius Claudius Titus Wulff. Oh, the memories brought back to me by the recalling of that tale, seeing us both so young and so hale. It’s almost enough to make a man weep, if one were the weeping sort. It was our first adventure together. It wasn’t our last.

More than a few of the chronicles I could relate started off that way—some odd thing happening, or Master Titus having a yen for a bit of something that one would mostly pass up as not worthy of a first glance, much less a second, yet his, “Archie, would you mind…” would send me out to the lanes and streets of Jena, and occasionally farther afield. Aye, and bring me home safe enough, as well, with that something in hand.

Perhaps the best of those stories is this one. Fair warning, fill your cup now, as this is a bit of a long tale, and your mouth will be dry long before the end if you don’t.



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