Post by Abbot Vivian on Nov 10, 2009 23:47:23 GMT -5
Iven’s room provided little room for moving about due to the broad shelves that lined its walls. Each one supported endless writings, but none were original save the pieces that Iven personally composed. For the most part, they were copies of information that had first been written by past recorders. The scrolls were carefully arranged and the hedgehog often reorganized his shelves to maintain absolute efficiency. If it was not for the presence of the bed resting in an out-of-the-way corner, Iven’s room could have been mistaken for a second library in the abbey.
The room, like the many others beyond its walls, had a single window. It was in front of the window that Iven had installed a desk. Even though the hedgehog preferred staying inside, he could not deny the beauty of nature and liked to have the wondrous landscape greet his eyes whenever he looked up from his work. The desk had a wide flat surface with enough capacity to support more than one scroll rolled out in its entirety. It also had multiple drawers and hidden compartments for storing important utensils including bottles of ink that varied in color, pens of varying shapes, blank scrolls, and much, much more.
He probably could have become the Abbey’s recorder due to his love of literature and his perfectionist attitude. However, Iven had no desire to squander his talents away by spending hours documenting each day’s activity regardless of obscurity. It would have left him less time to dedicate toward his schemes than he already possessed as an educator.
At least as a scholar Iven had a position of power over the young inhabitants of the Abbey and his lust for power was indeed great. He also saw it as an opportunity to recruit help from the unsuspecting dibbuns whether through bribery or by enlisting the help of the naturally curious. If for no other reason, he took the position because it was encouraged for grown beasts of the abbey to have a profession.
Currently, it was an hour after lunch, a meal that Iven had missed because he was far too preoccupied with an old scroll. Even though he had not written it, it was a copy to the trained eyes of the scholar. The original, he suspected, must have disintegrated from time and lack of care. Either that, or it was a recording of a stone carving and writing on paper proved more convenient than trying to haul and store whatever stone upon which the text had been carved.
He was so engrossed by the writing that he had pored over it since before dawn and missed breakfast in the process. A mouse, another brother of Redwall’s order, intruded upon his studies earlier and asked him why he had not commenced classes.
“Forgive me, brother.” Iven spoke politely without turning to face the mouse. “I was so distracted by my work that I failed to notice the time. Would you kindly announce that I have cancelled classes today.” He paused for a moment and sounded a tad remorseful when he continued. “Oh dear, I really should have paid more attention. I hope it won’t inconvenience you to do this small favor for me.”
The announcement was made hours ago to the delight of most of his students. There may have been some that were disappointed by the development; his few treasured pupils whose thirst for knowledge almost reflected his own. If any of them or other abbey dwellers wished to visit the studious hedgehog, they could for his door was unlocked.
The room, like the many others beyond its walls, had a single window. It was in front of the window that Iven had installed a desk. Even though the hedgehog preferred staying inside, he could not deny the beauty of nature and liked to have the wondrous landscape greet his eyes whenever he looked up from his work. The desk had a wide flat surface with enough capacity to support more than one scroll rolled out in its entirety. It also had multiple drawers and hidden compartments for storing important utensils including bottles of ink that varied in color, pens of varying shapes, blank scrolls, and much, much more.
He probably could have become the Abbey’s recorder due to his love of literature and his perfectionist attitude. However, Iven had no desire to squander his talents away by spending hours documenting each day’s activity regardless of obscurity. It would have left him less time to dedicate toward his schemes than he already possessed as an educator.
At least as a scholar Iven had a position of power over the young inhabitants of the Abbey and his lust for power was indeed great. He also saw it as an opportunity to recruit help from the unsuspecting dibbuns whether through bribery or by enlisting the help of the naturally curious. If for no other reason, he took the position because it was encouraged for grown beasts of the abbey to have a profession.
Currently, it was an hour after lunch, a meal that Iven had missed because he was far too preoccupied with an old scroll. Even though he had not written it, it was a copy to the trained eyes of the scholar. The original, he suspected, must have disintegrated from time and lack of care. Either that, or it was a recording of a stone carving and writing on paper proved more convenient than trying to haul and store whatever stone upon which the text had been carved.
He was so engrossed by the writing that he had pored over it since before dawn and missed breakfast in the process. A mouse, another brother of Redwall’s order, intruded upon his studies earlier and asked him why he had not commenced classes.
“Forgive me, brother.” Iven spoke politely without turning to face the mouse. “I was so distracted by my work that I failed to notice the time. Would you kindly announce that I have cancelled classes today.” He paused for a moment and sounded a tad remorseful when he continued. “Oh dear, I really should have paid more attention. I hope it won’t inconvenience you to do this small favor for me.”
The announcement was made hours ago to the delight of most of his students. There may have been some that were disappointed by the development; his few treasured pupils whose thirst for knowledge almost reflected his own. If any of them or other abbey dwellers wished to visit the studious hedgehog, they could for his door was unlocked.
