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I found something.

Just going through the combinations and pressing both buttons, one after the other. I think part of my brain melted a while back. But when I hit 37 (significant number) I found a message, and I'm pretty sure it's new. She was an old, old woman, but who else could it be?

"If the king put aside his crown to be a farmer, then the subjects will run wild and there shall be no law. If the farmer put aside his tools to be a poet, then the land will grow to seed and there shall be no food. If the poet put aside his pen to spend his days sleeping, then the ink will run dry and there shall be no words. And there shall be no poet, and no farmer, and no king.

"I was so wrong, and I have failed yet again. There is no easy answer to the problem of power. It may be that no-one can help, but if anyone can, it is the one who reads. May you find a way to free yourself. Consider the stars."

Thanks a lot, lady. Riddles as usual--I suppose she can't help it. But it seems I'm needed again. And now I have another reason to try and get off this island.

[Posted from Bath Library]

Just a few tries later I hit real pay dirt. The blocked-up arch under the path to the rocket is now unblocked. If I'm right it could blow this whole island wide open. Um, not literally, that is. I hope.

Still processing what Y. (if it was Y.) told me. She must have sent the message back through time somehow. Time travel has always been implicit in linking tech--every locus in spacetime is unique, and if you can describe a particular point on the time axis well enough to Write a Linking Book, then it stands to reason you can link to that point in the Age's history. It looks as though once the Book is Written, time in the two Ages is synchronised, but there's no reason why the linking point should be the same chronologically.

Which neatly kyboshes some of my earlier conclusions about the state of decay of this place. If this could be Myst two thousand or two million years in the future, then all bets are off. I'm thinking that it would be easier to Write to the past rather than the future, though, as Yeesha must have done to leave the message.

And she has the brass neck to expect me to help out again.

And I will. Of course. Assuming I can get off Myst in the first place. I must be the biggest sucker in creation. No, let's be honest. What she said chimes with some of my more heretical thoughts, and I want the chance to see if I was right. There isn't an easy answer to the problem of power. Abdication is just that, putting your head under the bedclothes and pretending the monster isn't there.

Consider the stars...

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