WHERE NOBODY TALKS
The space was too small and the outside world too unknown. Above their hilltop, Orion shone, and Canis Minor. There was no Southern Cross.
Each member of the time team did what they could to make things comfortable. This included using the computer to converse. It also included exploring Mac’s medieval reproductions. He and Geoff called them ‘toys’. Artemisia retaliated by calling him ‘Big Mac’. Geoff laughed, Ben looked at her consideringly.
Artemisia ignored them, for she had noticed an odd detail about the equipment. All the girdles being handed out for their outdoors costume had the same clasp. “Outdoors is all Medieval, all the time,” noted Mac, as he distributed them.
“Copper alloy,” observed the geologist.
“Looks like it was copied from that Museum of London
