Juli's Cottage As he had been told, Juli's grandfather Henry had won the residence in a game of chance at Ionu's Wager. Given that the degenerate Henry defeated had felt to let his home ride on two pair, it goes without saying that it is by no means a grand or illustrious space. But, as a "place for a young man to stand of his own accord," as his grandfather puts it, Juli feels he has done well with it and by it.To the outside, it is a simple stone cabin, made of the same roughly hewn stone as the gate, weather-washed till it has just seemed to fuse. The roof is of scavenged driftwood, laid over a simple frame, tar and aggregate raked over it to keep out the elements, whiter stone chosen to keep out some of the heat during the summer. Inside, the walls have been ground down to a flat, and plaster drawn over that. He houses his basic essentials: bunk, hearth, chest, chair, and small table. An old sailor's trick, he lined his trunk with the leather of scavenged waterskins so he could keep his food in it without worrying about spoilage. In the winter, the hearth burns often, and in the summer, he buys blocks of ice to cool it during the day, and opens the windows, the glass aged and speckled, to catch the breeze. Upon the floor sits his plates, and his table has been thrust against the wall as a desk, clatters of junk and gears and papers transcribed from library books. Ten feet from end to end on both sides, no more then a simple room, but more then enough for Juli. All in all, a humble home for a part-time hermit. |