Loggerhead Records

The August moon came out bright over the castle, of the Duke of Homburg, it was a medieval year, and by legend, it was the year upon which a large amount of mischief would transverse the German countryside of the Homburg Castle. So the rays of the fable had fallen upon the land. Summer was at its peak, and summer fever soon followed, with festivities. The meadows were yellow and green with life, and trade in the villages nearby the castle had its buyers and sellers. The air was warm and mild, fountains were plentiful with water.

The windows of the castle were open, the castle inhabitants, and soldiers, and royal family alike, were seated on a high stoop in the center on flat mats, in the castle grounds.

In one of the windows on the second-floor, front windows was the Duchess of Homburg, the wife of the Duke, the heat of the late afternoon went into the Duchesses room.

Meanwhile old man Augusto continued to talk about this and that, nothing in particular, different subjects, he liked to talk, he talked until at last Rosa realized his forgetfulness was evident (such as being upset and thinking 1000 soles were taken out of his savings account without his knowledge, and not knowing who the culprit was. But figuring there was one, he had been laying things down here and there in the past and forgetting where he placed them, and blaming others… but after a review of his account and Rosa being an accountant, things worked their way out be in proper order, he had forgotten he spent that 1000-soles ). This all came to a halt now, her father was getting confused, and with a sort of shock, and dismay, she knew that he was getting old (he had just mentioned in passing the other day, mentioned to Rosa and her husband, and perhaps reminding himself ‘All my friends are dead,’ evidently this had not occurred to him before).

Crouched in a corner of the living room, Ahmad Khawaja is poised to attack. The adversary is close. Ahmad could actually feel his breathing. Too close perhaps. Is this a trap? Is the enemy beckoning him to come closer?

Ahmad has been tracking this particular adversary for several nights. After numerous sightings, the enemy would just disappear in the darkness. Always, the enemy would elude Ahmad then appear again as if taunting him.

This is the closest Ahmad Khawaja has been to his adversary. Is the enemy slowing down? Is he becoming careless? Ahmad pauses to ponder his next move. Will it be a direct attack wherein he will have to rely heavily on his speed, strength and agility? Or will he bank on his cunning genius to overcome his foe?