In the morning, we were taken inside, because it was known we would die of cold if exposed for any longer.

We were shivering. They left us tied in the kitchen, our wrists and ankles lashed together.

We sat against the wall while the cook stoked the welcome flames of the breakfast fire. We watched them make the morning meal for the house. The servants did not wish to look at us, and so regarded us not.

That morning, My Lord Cheldthorpe of the New Creation left for South Carolina upon the sloop Rarity. We were released from our bonds and bathed, and I do believe that if 03-01 was not preoccupied with his own ruination through this episode, he would have apologized for how cruelly we had been used.

But instead, he sat in his chair, undressed, in his robe and cap, and dug a compass into the table.

That week, the first of the philosophical apparati was sold.

With no hope of funds, an age was ended; the Novanglian College of Lucidity was to change forever.