Traditional style flash design of an open book with a quill and chain, flanked by two closed leather-bound books, with banner scrolls carrying lettering above and below.

Open book with quill and banner scrolls

Traditional · Colour · Flash

The drawing shows an open book with pages fanned out, two closed leather-bound books on either side, a dark quill lying across the lower left and a chain hanging from the right. Four banner scrolls carry bold black lettering, two above and two below the central book. The bold black outlines sit over soft watercolour washes of red, blue, green and yellow, with a white background.

Traditional Book Quill Chain Banner Lettering Scroll

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The chain was the first thing Mrs Pargeter asked me to fix, and I told her the chain was the easy part. Forty-two almanacs hung from the reading desk in St Brannoc's library, each one shackled by an iron loop to the oak, and the loops had rusted so badly that the links came away in my hand like crumbs off a loaf.

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She stood over me with her inkwell and her quill, tapping the nib against the rim the way she did when she was deciding whether I was worth my wages. "Leather first, Mr Hale," she said. "The calf on the Tithe Roll has gone to powder at the spine. Bind it back in its own skin and nobody will ever know it was broken." I worked two evenings with a bone folder and a pot of wheat paste, easing new thread through old signatures, while the cathedral bells counted the hours down to Compline.

On the third night I lifted the pastedown and found a folded slip of foolscap tucked hard against the board, written in a looping hand I didn't recognise. It said only: Keep them shut against the damp, open them gently, and never let a good one go unread. Beneath it someone had drawn a tiny padlock with its shackle hanging open, and I laughed out loud in the empty nave.

Mrs Pargeter found me still grinning at it the next morning. She read the slip, sniffed, and said the binder before me had been a sour old man who courted nobody. Then she unhooked the rusted loop from the Tithe Roll, fitted a fresh brass ring, and told me to leave the chain off that one. "A book that wants to be read will be read," she said. I hung the almanac back on its hook, unlocked, and it has stayed there ever since.