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Callanish Calling: Riddle…


Back in the relative sanctuary of our Red-Pill-Box,

Wen looked at me hopefully and said,

“You did make a note of the riddle didn’t you?”


“As it is all that now stands between us and oblivion, my dearest Wendlebury,

I didn’t actually need to. Its form is emblazoned across my inner vision

for all time, or at least until we solve it, if we ever do.”


“Until you solve it, actually, you’re the Riddle Man!”


This seemed, to me at least, a tad unfair.


“Setting riddles is infinitely easier than solving them,

and if I’m going to stand any chance with this one,

I shall need a drink, which reminds me, we haven’t actually seen one

blasted road side inn on the whole of this Island!”


“Hubble, bubble, not all is trouble,” said Wen, “That’s a very good start.”

“It is?”

“‘Road-side’ is in the riddle, maybe that’s what it’s referring to?”

“A broadside is the salvo from a ship, so we may need to be back by the coast?”


Just then our Red-Pill-Box lurched and swung off the road and down

what appeared to be, to my mind, a dirt track…


“There was a sign!” said Wen in self defence,

as our Red-Pill-Box continued to bounce down the dirt track.

“And what did the sign say?”

“It said, ‘Stein Inn’.”

“I’m liking this already!”













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