The love of Solitude: Chapter Twenty Four

Written By Abdun Nur

Chapter Twenty Four

The Stygian Darkness

“If you wish your house to be well managed, imitate the Spartan Lycurgus. For as he did not fence his city with walls, but fortified the inhabitants by virtue and preserved the city always free; so do you not cast around (your house) a large court and raise high towers, but strengthen the dwellers by good-will and fidelity and friendship, and then nothing harmful will enter it, not even if the whole band of wickedness shall array itself against it” Epictetus

“Conformity to hierarchic usury builds the protective prison walls of slavery, allowing waged and costumed slaves to murder, rape, rob and beat at their owners whims beyond accountability.

Conformity will buy your weekly bread, you’ll labour for nothing as a slave, dream of nothing in bewilderment, live a life filled with nothing and die for nothing, you’ll be owned, subjugated, extorted, licensed, registered and exploited. A slave mind seeks granted rights from their owners, must beg their owners disenfranchised, must express suffrage to validate their owners representatives every set term, with mandated offerings collection.

The choice is yours. Tear down the walls of fear, built to control you, remove the ignorance of indoctrinations installed to drain life and prevent the germination of a liberated and powerful mind. Help establish the alternatives!” Abdun Nur

The three men arrived back at Gwen’s in a taxi around six in the afternoon.

They didn’t go directly to her house, instead they went to the broken down cottage about two hundred meters down the road from Gwen’s house. After inspecting the cottage for a good half an hour, they all walked back to Gwen’s.

Sill knocked on her door. Sill was a little surprised when Cathy opened it. “Yes, can I help you.” Cathy asked them in a cold tone, holding the door only slightly open and poking her face into the gap.

“Is Gwen home from the hospital?” Sill asked.

“That’s nothing to do with you. If that’s all, get off with ya.” She told them coldly, then closed the door firmly.

Sill wasn’t sure what to do, all three men stood silently staring at a shut door, as they heard the door lock.

“Well now…” Sill said out loud looking at the closed door, a little stunned. Sill told his two friends to wait there, and he walked around to the living room windows, he could see Gwen sat by the fire with a cat on her lap. He tapped gently on the glass

Gwen looked very puzzled when she saw him. Sill gave her a big smile, Gwen smiled back, Sill pointed to the front door and wondered back around the house. Gwen gently brushed the cat to the floor and pushed herself up from the chair, then walked slowly to the front door.

She unlocked it and let the three men in. “Why didn’t Cathy let you in?” Gwen asked.

“Cathy doesn’t like us, she told us to basically ‘beggar off’.” Sill said with a smile.

They all went into the living room. Cathy came in a few seconds later from the kitchen.

All four of them looked at her in silence. “Why didn’t you let them in?” Gwen asked.

“You wanted them to come in?

I had no idea.

Gwen, the kitchen lights aren’t working.” Cathy responded seemingly unconcerned about Gwen’s displeasure, as she placed the tray containing tea for two, onto the coffee table.

“Fuse may have blown, I can check the fuses.” Sill volunteered. Sill left the room.

“This is Genie Bob.” Phil said introducing his friend to Gwen.

“And who is Genie Bob?” Gwen asked.

“As we said in th’ hospital, ah hae a friend wha’s a master builder, ‘n’ this is he.” Phil explained.

“Oh, good. We certainly have plenty for you to do.” Gwen smiled.

“Tis nice ta make yer acquaintance, th’ lads hae bin talking aboot ye al’ day. They did’nae lie, ye luke in yer late forties, earlie fifties, ‘n’ ye claim ta be al’must ninety?” Bob said studying Gwen’s face.

“Well. Have you all eaten yet?” Gwen asked.

“We did’nea.” Phil answered.

“I’ll order a take away, would you get a menu out of the kitchen draw Phil? They’re in the draw next to the fridge. Choose which one you want and bring it here, I’ll treat everyone.

Take a seat Bob, tell us about yourself.” Gwen said.

Sill walked around to the cellar stairs. The cellar door was still unlocked. Inside he stood facing the fuse box, he pulled each fuse out in turn and checked the wire, before pushing it back into place.

Then he heard shouting and banging coming from the other room in the cellar, he looked at the fuse in his hand, “Ah.” He said out loud, he didn’t push the fuse back in, instead placed it on top of the fuse box.

He opened the door into Isambard’s workshop, he could hear people beating on the closed door inside the room, and shouting loudly.

Sill tried to open the door leading into the room of blackness, but it was strangely locked. “The doors locked, sorry. There’s no key here.” Sill call at the door.

Sill looked around the floor for the key, which he thought must have dropped on the floor, but he couldn’t see any keys. He looked about for another solution, his eyes came to rest on a five foot pry bar leaning in a far corner. He brought it to the door and jammed it as hard as he could into the gap between the door and the door casing, at the point the dead bolt was fitted, after a few goes the flat wedge like end of the pry bar was wedged into the joint. “I’ve a crow bar in the door jamb, when I say go, you hold the door handle down and push, while I pull on the bar. OK?” Sill called.

“OK.” Came from the other side of the door.

“GO!” Sill pushed with everything he had forcing the door, but this was a heavy duty industrial metal door and casing, his efforts did nothing.

After burning himself out with the effort, he gave in. “Sorry it won’t move, I’ll go upstairs for help, I won’t be long. OK?” Sill shouted at the closed door. Then made his way back into the main house.

Sill rushed into the living room. “Gwen!

The locksmith and his wife are locked in the black room banging on the door.” Sill almost shouted in his excitement.

“Can you boys go and let them out, the doors not locked, I thought we’d left the door wide open.” Gwen replied.

“Its locked now, and no sign of the key.” Sill replied as he was leaving the room. The three friends headed back to the cellar.

The three of them stood looking at the large steel door. “No way you’ll force that door, easier to smash a small hole in the brick wall at the side of it. Have a look around for a sledge hammer.” Bob told them.

Phil found quite a heavy sledge hammer after a short search of the room and handed it to Bob. “Stand well back, I’ll soon get em out.” At which Bob began to pound with expert precision on the brick wall.

Bob pounded on the wall relentlessly for around five minutes, which had resulted in the creation of a hole about two feet square round. Bob asked them to come out, and the two trapped victims crawled through the hole.

The locksmith stood brushing the dust off his clothes while his wife hung onto him like a limpet sobbing. “What the hell just happened?” The locksmith demanded. “How did my wife appear out of thin air?” He continued. “How did this door get locked?” He was very confused. “What the hells going on?”

Sill asked them to calm down and invited them both to go up into the main house to speak with Gwen.

When the group arrived in Gwen’s living room there was a large pot of hot tea waiting for them, Gwen sat them down and Cathy offered them all tea and biscuits.

“Thank you for getting us out of that blackness.

And I’m sorry I hit you in the face” (wife) said to Sill.

I went into the blackness to get (locksmiths name), then it was like magic, the door was shut and locked and we were both stood in total blackness.” She continued.

“Well, no one was harmed, that’s the main thing. Here dry your tears.” Gwen smiled holding out a box of tissues.

“This is the damnedest thing!

Can anyone explain what happened?

And look at the time, I’ve been in the cellar until almost seven at night.” (locksmith) said indignantly.

“it must be a lot later than seven, the clock must be wrong, I didn’t arrive until after eight myself.” (wife) replied.


Ah.. You’ve been in the cellar a couple of days, today is (what day it is).” Gwen told them akwardly.

“You didn’t see anyone else inside that dark room, did you?” Gwen continued.


That’s the only explanation. You drugged us, I’ve heard stories about you, some sort of coven, some Satanic villainy. Come on ()wifes name), lets get out of here.

And don’t think I won’t be reporting this to the police.” (loccksmith) said as he pulled his wife up by the arm from the chair.

“That would be good, as the police are looking for you both presently, I should ring yout family and let them know you’re safe.” Gwen told them as they both moved towards the living room door.

“I’ll be send you a bill for the lock.” (locksmith) said as a parting shot.

The five of them sat silently for a few seconds, all staring towards the open living room door, until the sound of the front door slamming braking the spell. “That was the couple the police were searching for, why did you have them locked in your cellar?” Cathy asked.

“Just an accident. But alls well that ends well, eh.” Sill replied for Gwen.

“Why were you in the cellar?” Gwen asked Sill.

“Checking the fuse for the kitchen lights.” Sill replied.

“Under the stairs.” Gwen answered screwing up her face.

“What do you mean?” Sill puzzled.

“I mean the fuse box is under the stairs, not in the cellar.” Gwen smiled. “Lucky you didn’t give it much thought, you solved a big problem accidentally.

In any case the fuse still needs attention, and it’s under the stair near the kitchen.” Gwen apprised him.

“Thank goodness. That’s such a load off my mind.” Gwen said seemingly to herself.

“So Bob, you were telling us about yourself.” Gwen said as she turned back to Bob.

You know I used to be puzzled by the word service, corporations call themselves a service all the time, they don’t act to help or assistance you, they act to serve themselves with scant regard for anything else.

You’ve the inland revenue ‘service’, the postal service, the civil service, the police service; corporate services are everywhere, yet nowhere do you get what the word service implies.

Then a farmer was talking to me about his prize bull ‘servicing’ his herd of cows, and BAM, all became clear.

Up until 50 years ago suicide was a crime in England and Wales. But why were people prosecuted for attempted “self-murder”?

Destruction of government property.

You know how government determine contracts

They seek tenders from corporations, the Chinese corporation will offer to do the work for the lowest price, providing the lowest quality, corner cutting, and from past experience all will be assured of time over runs and increased costs.

The American corporation will be twice the price, equally poor quality and also guaranteed to increase the original estimate.

Finally the politician in charge will ask a British corporation, they charge three times the Chinese corporations quote. The Politician may fain surprise and exclaiming “How come?!”

The British corporation’s agent would reply “You take a third, I take a third and we pay a third to the Chinese to build the project.”

An Englishman, an Irishman and a Scotsman each placed a bid for a big government construction job.

“I’ll do it for 30 million,” said the Englishman. “How is that figure broken down?” asked the civil servant in charge of the scheme. “10 million for the labour, 10 million for the materials and 10 million for me,” said the Englishman.

The Irishman was called in next and said, “I’ll do the job for 60 million. That’s 20 million for the labour, 20 million for the materials and 20 million for me.”

“Right,” said the Scotsman who found out the Englishman’s bid. “My bid is for 90 million. That’s 30 million for you, 30 million for me, and we’ll give the other 30 million to the Englishman to do the job.”