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I was particularly pleased with how the last panel came out, art-wise. It conveys the concept of how The tré got its unusual name very nicely. Unfortunately, in future parts of the story, it won't be consistent with what's drawn here - and if I hadn't mentioned that, I'm sure no one would have noticed. |
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Drawing completed - 09 OCT 2005
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Page 3 Otterstow Canal "Sorry," Simon said quietly. "So, what'd you find?" "You know that cabinet at the bottom of the stairs?" "What, the one in The tré?" Just on the edge of Otterstow stood a small theatre, built several hundred years ago. In this little venue, twice a day on school days, all of the schoolchildren of Otterstow would gather to watch a Portrayal, an enactment of a fable, parable or apologue. Although the original title of this playhouse, if it ever had one, had been forgotten, the source of its current, rather singular, name came from the sign on the wrought-iron arch above the entrance to the spacious courtyard. Some time ago, the letter 'a' had fallen from the word 'Theatre', thus forming 'The tré', with the accent on the final 'e' being formed by some of the curly ironwork. "Yeah, that's the one," Grace answered. "What of it?" "I told you, you stupid plonker," her eyes narrowed in impatience, "there's something inside." "I would suspect so," Simon said. "It's under lock and key. Don't even recall it ever being opened." "It has," Grace whispered urgently. "Has it?" asked Simon. |
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