HAIL ARTHUR!
APOCALYPSE CONFIDENTIAL
Simon finishes his work for the afternoon, writing to the end of the sheepskin parchment paper in his packed Latin script before ringing the bell next to his desk. A secretary materializes from the dark hallway leading in, shuffling in with his overlong robe and greeting Simon as he approaches. “Quite finished, Sire?” “Quite. Think … HAIL ARTHUR!








