8:11<\/p>\n
Albert was not quite an orphan. It’s true he had parents and they were, as far as he could discern, his real parents. It was just that he didn’t much like them and so heartily, if a bit naively, wished that he was indeed an orphan. They didn’t neglect him or beat him or even cause him undue sorrow. It’s just that they were, well, rather boring.<\/p>\n
Albert’s family was rich. They’d made their money as merchants and lived for the the trade. All of them. Even the women. Every day was filled with facts and figures, deals and the anticipation of new territories. Each meal was a strategy session, every family get-together a council of war.<\/p>\n
Albert’s family had, as a school mate once quipped, more money than dirt, and all they could think of to do with it was make more money. No one suggested a safari to discover new lands; no one was interested in inventing faster and more powerful flying machines. There were no dashing uncles or mysterious cousins whose affairs were clouded in secrecy. They were, one and all, boring.<\/p>\n
Now Albert’s eldest sister was of the opinion that Albert was much too infatuated with the farthing fantasies that he spent most of his ready money on. She further espoused, whenever anyone would listen to her, that Albert needed to be sent off to the trade college as soon as possible so he could learn a proper attitude. Fortunately for Albert, everyone mostly assumed that she was more interested in Albert’s suite in the west tower, a privilege of being the sole male heir.<\/p>\n
She would have probably been shocked out of her petticoats if she had known that Albert would gladly give up the suite, the allowance and all the many privileges of being heir if he could only wrest control of his own destiny from his familial legacy. He knew beyond all possible doubt that he was destined for adventure and discovery. Albert was to do great things, and while his studies had not yet encompassed Quintus Horatius Flaccus, he was quite prepared to seize the day.<\/p>\n
Which explained why he was where he wasn’t supposed to be and saw something he wasn’t supposed to see.<\/p>\n
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