<strong>Shadows</strong> Over Scotland Handout 2. John Bullough’s Scribbled Note Handout 3. Picture of Etched Table Top Handout 4. Bullough Mausoleum Plaque 20
Handout 1. Brecht’s African Journal, Part 1 The 23rd of August, 1869. Noon. - S c e n a r i o 6 : S t a r S e e d H a n d o u t s - The final excavation is complete. This miraculous thing remains a mystery. I shall attempt to draw it below. 33 centimetres in length and 12 centimetres at its widest point, but tapering to two obelisk-like ends. It could be a great shard of obsidian, but its shape is surprisingly crystalline and angular. The angles and lines are perfectly straight. It is unlike anything I have ever seen. Stranger still is the warmth it exudes, warmer I would guess than 20 degrees Celsius. I have no theory to explain this warmth. To find such a thing in the African jungle — I don ’ t know what to make of it. Reinhardt has dubbed it ‘ the black shard ’ , which seems a perfectly usable descriptor. It is all I can think about. This black shard is something truly exceptional. I can feel it. I am eager to .. get it back to the labs in Gottingen. Handout 2. Brecht’s African Journal, Part 2 The 24th of August, 1869. 2.42 am. Awoken by an explosion 20 minutes ago. My ears are ringing, not from the sound but the pressure. By the time we had all risen and lit our lanterns, there was nothing to be seen in the camp: nothing broken, nothing ablaze… Simply, nothing. Half the slaves have run off into the night. The other half are terrified, murmuring dark things. Lehmann and Wechsler are talking nonsense about the shard. The 24th of August, 1869. 3.21 am. The camp has been thoroughly checked. The only possibility... cannot be true. All the evidence points to the black shard. I ’ m still shaking from the strange blast… no, not a blast, exactly. I am strangely tired. I feel confused and irritable as well. We all do. Is it possible? Could the shard have emitted some kind of pulse of energy or force? The whole camp shook with it. It seems impossible, and yet — when I touched the thing just ten minutes ago, it was cold, no longer 21 <strong>Player</strong> <strong>Handouts</strong> [translated from the original German] warm but cold like steel. I could have sworn beneath its black surface, deep within the shard, I saw the dimmest flickering light. I must sleep. I am too tired to think more of this. The 24th of August, 1869. 9.40 am. Only the Usambara guide remains — all the other Africans stole away before dawn, convinced of a curse. We are reduced to 15 men, but thank God in heaven our guide stayed true. Wechsler demands we return to Zanzibar, but I managed to get the others to see reason. We have enough food and supplies for more than a month. With a work rotation, we can still accomplish all we came here to do. The 25th August, 1869. 7.40 pm. It seems impossible, but there can be no doubt about the black shard now. The light that grows inside it gets brighter with each passing day. Perhaps I am going mad, but I see luminescence everywhere — in the jungle, in the camp, in the faces of my colleagues. The same damnable glow everywhere! [translated from the original German]
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