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Has anyone considered the idea of writting a "who is who" of this AAR?

If so, let me add a section called "who is reincarnated into whom".

Gosh... Canonized. Some people use to say that I have some kind of passion towards complicated topics... Reading you I've discovered that this is not the case :D
 
Kurt_Steiner said:
Has anyone considered the idea of writting a "who is who" of this AAR?

If so, let me add a section called "who is reincarnated into whom".

Gosh... Canonized. Some people use to say that I have some kind of passion towards complicated topics... Reading you I've discovered that this is not the case :D

Haha , welcome to the labyrinth that is Timelines where character is a chamber of traps or treasure and each chapter is a path interlinking all of them . As for a who's who , I started the wiki project so if you wanted to contribute the link is on the first page of the AAR .
 
As soon as I finish my updating reading...

...and I manage to know if I'm still a reader or, perhaps, Cardinal-Duke Kurt Ximenez DeWittSteiner... :rofl:
 
Kurt_Steiner said:
As soon as I finish my updating reading...

...and I manage to know if I'm still a reader or, perhaps, Cardinal-Duke Kurt Ximenez DeWittSteiner... :rofl:

Haha , you will be assimilated ! You should actually see what JM said in the Selected Praise area . He was watching tv and saw something about the owner of the Cardinals baseball team and his last name was DeWitt and he thought it was a Cardinal named DeWitt XD
 
Doxy said:
Sorry for not saying hello in a while but Elly keeps reminding me so hopefully I'll get a few more chapters in!

Thanks , dear ! Glad to have you back ! Update coming in about an hour or less !
 
Whew... Finally found the time to read some more of this thing. I've made it up to page 4 now--I chuckled a bit at Antonio's "Zero Wing" audition (and also a little at Cardinal DeWitt's speech :D I'm hoping to see more of him in the future.)

As always say, keep up the good work! :)
 
Specialist290 said:
Whew... Finally found the time to read some more of this thing. I've made it up to page 4 now--I chuckled a bit at Antonio's "Zero Wing" audition (and also a little at Cardinal DeWitt's speech :D I'm hoping to see more of him in the future.)

As always say, keep up the good work! :)

Thank you very much !! Haha , yes the Zero Wing parody was one of my favourites . And you'll definitely see more of the Cardinal . He's a favourite to a lot of people ! Thank you for your encouragement and patronage and I hope you continue reading with us !

UPDATE COMING NOW !
 
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Chapter LXXIV: Descent​

11 May 1609

Zeren made sure that his steps were secure against the sometimes slick stone of the subterranean water network. His right hand grazed against gray blocks which held fast in bearing the weight of a portion of the city. Two stars guided his way forward and down steps—the closer was Riku’s torch that the young man held aloft while the very front was held by Willem. In the rear, Abdullah held the last of the three sources of light.

The desert atmosphere had kept most of the corridors from becoming a nightmare of dampness and mold, but there was still a distinct smell of sandy water permeating the narrow passageways like an oppressive mist. Underneath the city, the trickling dance of water tickled Zeren’s ear in between the light footfalls of his guides.

They had been traveling for about an hour now and the structure and tunnels were an impressive sight. Sometimes there would be pools of water convening like a bath in tangential corridors while other times there seem to be minor rivers of water only an inch deep traveling across the dark hallways like a moving mirror.

The plan was to emerge at the Jordan behind the enemy lines. It made Zeren feel a bit uneasy to imagine that a few feet above them; the lines of marching soldiers approached the third holiest city of Islam. It would be a triumph, he thought to himself, to bring that holy city back into the hands of believers, but the sting of betrayal had not dampened since their arduous escape from Persian soil.

“My Captain,” Abdullah interrupted quietly taking the shoulder of his younger superior, “this is no time to be preoccupied,” he gently reminded him.

Zeren nodded out of his thoughts. It was true: there were still miles of travel to go. He would let Allah decide the fate of the battle above.

---​

“They’re only five miles north now!” one of the lieutenants frantically reported to the General.

General Schenkhuizen held the reins of his horse and nodded firmly before turning to the rest of his aides. “Open the gates!” he yelled out and the order was repeated through the streets. His horse, at the lead of a column of men began moving forward. St. Stephen’s gate slowly opened for them.

The sun cast a long shadow of the host onto the road in front of them diagonally. Already, the Mount of Olives ahead left all in awe and quiet as they rallied behind a myriad of standards.

“Call out to the colonels that we begin!” General Schenkhuizen roared. As he crossed through the gate of St. Stephen, he wheeled his group northward. Already, he could see the other groups at the other gates now marching parallel to him in a slow pace. Ahead of him, however, like the reverse edge of a menacing scimitar, the Persian force crested above a hill and approached his meager force. Twenty thousand were fanning out to encircle the city and ten thousand in reserve on the Eastern end of the Jordan.

“Hold fast, men!” the General called out, “If we are to succeed here, you must play your part well!”

---​

Jafar was the first to notice it on his perched position atop one of the northern hills. Narrowed eyes forced the old man to squeeze the reins in his hand. It did not take a lieutenant to say “They are issuing forth from Bab Al-Jdid, Bab Al-Zahreh, and Bab El-Isbat,” for Jafar to notice that banners were marching out of Al-Quds.

From two of the northern gates and one of the eastern gates the Christians were coming to meet the Persians. Don’t they understand what marches against them? Jafar asked these questions to himself intensely. “How many divisions do you see?” he quickly queried as he wheeled his horse to the side allowing it to wrestle uneasily with the hill’s slope.

“I count at least ten banners and more men are coming—” the lieutenant was in the middle of explaining when the sound of hoof against dirt clouded the small group of commanders.

“News from the western flank, the five thousand that were moving to Jaffa have reversed. They’re bearing on our right!” the courier cried out.

“What’s going on here!” the man with the scarred face broke decorum. Jafar was swift to silence him with a raised hand. Jafar noticed that the courier had extra words welled up in his anxious throat.

“The advanced cavalry has also encountered at least a thousand horse riding up from the East bank of the Dead Sea,” the courier finished.

Jafar was stunned. They must have ferried a cavalry division across the lake, he deduced. With horses on the opposite end, it would be hard for him to cross his men across the Jordan to reinforce the center if necessary. They were still a small force but they could harass the less mobile infantry division on that side.

“Your orders, General?” one of the aides pressed closer to the circle of advisors.

“What’s the condition of the men?” Jafar asked rapidly.

“They’re tired from the long march and most are surprised that the Spaniards are coming out to fight. They expected to capture Al-Quds without conflict.”

“And how many men are coming out of the city?” Jafar asked the same lieutenant he questioned earlier.

“I can’t tell! There are more filing outward—wait, I think I also see their general’s banner on their eastern flank.

Jafar squinted to look to his left. The banner of the other general was now being held aloft and dominated the rest of the standards in its largeness. A flag of four crowns had emerged from the ranks. Jafar’s grip on his reins seized. “That banner. Four crowns for four kings! That is General Schenkhuizen! We’ve been tricked!”

“Tricked?” the one with the scars asked.

“This was one of his tactics,” Jafar explained, “he plans on encircling us with what we thought was the garrison and defeating us here. It was a trap! He must have landed troops and hid them in the city.”

“What do we do then?” the same one asked incredulously forcing himself to similarly gaze at the approaching banner.

“Order our men to withdraw north,” Jafar spat. “This Grubby General should not be taken lightly.” The shortness of the speech displayed Jafar’s dissatisfaction. None of the others questioned the sincerity of the man’s tone as they began to order the various corps to withdraw from the field. Jafar descended the hill with a raging growl.

---​

“They’re withdrawing!” General Schenkhuizen heard from one of the lieutenants at his side. The report was unnecessary considering the obvious movement of the Persians back north. Nonetheless, General Schenkhuizen let out his pent up anxiety in a careful relieved sigh.

“It seems he knows your tactics after all, General,” another man to his right said.

General Schenkhuizen allowed that to be his cue to let out a brief sigh. “The reserves they have across the Jordan?” he asked as the columns continued to advance forward albeit slowly.

“They’re withdrawing northward as well with a small rear guard to hold our cavalry,” someone reported.

The General raised his arm and his group halted. Similarly, seeing the signal, the other columns from the other gates stopped their forward march. Surveying the withdrawing Persian force slowly disappearing over the hills, the General took the moment to look at the rows that had issued from the city. At the fronts of each line were some of his personal guard—the Grunts and Raiders that he had brought with him from Spain. Behind them, however, was the deceptively dressed militia.

Passing a glance across the myriad of banners, he noticed from his close proximity the shoddy nature of each standard—he had asked the merchants to make them on very short notice in order to fool the Persians into believing that he commanded another ten thousand men. Where one of the ten standards stood, only a hundred scantily armoured men rallied—a fraction of what each banner should truly represent.

“An ingenious idea to make a false army, General!” one of the colonels to his side complimented.

“Especially waiting till the last minute to sally from the gates, it made it seem like there were more of us waiting behind the walls!” another added at the astonished sight.

“We had no other choice,” General Schenkhuizen replied, “and we only got lucky that they sent the General that knew about my battle tactics and recognized my standard. If it weren’t for that, this militia couldn’t even withstand a single charge. Rally the men back into the city. Order our horse to keep pushing the Persians as far as they can before returning as well. We bought ourselves some time.”

---​

Raul watched the figure ahead of him with still a small amount of contempt. Nearly four hours now of wandering through the labyrinth and taking countless turns—Madeleine de Fronsac was either extremely gifted at remember such a path or the journey was pointless.

“We’re almost there,” Madeleine called out from in front as if to read his troubled mind.

He couldn’t help but notice how strange it was that for such an enterprise she continued to wear the courtier dress and bring her parasol with her. Such a strange girl, he thought with resentment for the first incident was still in his mouth like a terrible aftertaste.

After seeing the girl edge through another bend, Raul stepped to follow her but was hit by her figure coming back again. “Move back!” he heard her hiss at them as they began to backtrack and press their backs against the wall. “There are Persians in the parallel corridor,” she explained.

“Let me,” Raul said while rounding around her, “I’ll try to see what they’re talking about.”

The coldness of the corridor wall percolated through Raul’s probing fingers as he edged to the corner. The luminescence around him darkened as Madeleine apparently put out two of their torches and leaving the third one Abdullah was holding in the rear alight. As Raul approached the turn, he could hear the faint flow of Persian being spoken with a whisper’s delicacy.

After a moment of eavesdropping, Raul slinked back to the group. “They’re Persian agents,” he noted the obvious, “that were probably sent to scout some of the tunnels that they discovered along the journey. They’re talking about being lost right now.”

“How many of them are there?” Riku asked quietly.

“At least ten,” Raul replied before looking towards Madeleine gravely. “It would be dangerous to take on ten in this cramped area, is there another way?”

He was met with a brief silence from the girl as the last of their torches gave her a devilish halo as she stood eclipsing the lightsource from Raul’s eyes. He could discern a charming smile from her French visage. “There isn’t. Not to where you wish to go. Did you notice if there was a pool up ahead?” she asked.

“Yes,” Raul responded slightly puzzled, “just like in some of the other corridors it separates our hall from theirs.” Indeed, Raul recalled what he spied, the connection between their hall and where the Persians were deliberating was a passageway where the middle was a square tank of water—probably another reservoir.

“Leave this to me then,” Madeleine bristled with confidence. Before the others could object, she passed Raul and told them “wait here. Only come forward if I give you a signal,” before dashing into the connecting passage.

“Persians!” Raul heard her call out in her best Farsi. She wasn’t as good as he was, he had learned, but she was proficient enough to handle simple conversation. Raul’s surprise at her audacity, however, prompted him to edge closer to the bend and peek a careful eye.

As expected, the Persian group now filed in front of the other side of the pool. “Who are you?” they called to her.

“I will lead you to the city if you promise me safe passage out of this region,” Raul heard her call out to them with no hesitation in her voice. Raul could not believe what he was hearing. What kind of trick was she brewing? Madeleine did not give the Persians time to think it through. “It’s this way, right across this pool” she explained.

“We are not stupid!” one of them responded quickly, “this is probably a trap!”

Raul’s well hidden eye watched as Madeleine’s body shifted weight to another leg as if expressing some kind of cocky amusement. “No trap at all,” she said in her plain Farsi as she walked to the edge of the pool and dipped herself into it. The still water rippled at her presence and Raul could now only see her upper body half atop the reservoir. Halfway towards the Persian side, she had lost some of her balance, and he heard her give out a little “oh!” before pressing her uplifted parasol against the left wall to balance herself. “As you can see, gentlemen,” she said as she started to make her way back to her side of the corridor, “no trap. If you don’t believe me, send one of your men here.

She guessed the opposite agents’ minds as one of the younger ones cautiously entered the pool on his end and began his way across. By the time he reached her side, he immediately unsheathed his weapon and held it pointed towards the young woman. “No treachery,” Raul heard him plainly say. Madeleine merely lifted her arms in submission and let her parasol lean against her side.

Raul watched as the rest now waded into the pool and rushed quickly towards the other end. What is she doing? Raul asked himself harshly. If they turn the corner, they would be found out. With a swift whistle of the air, he suddenly saw Madeleine rotating about and swinging the parasol to hit the man next to her on the back of the head. With a thud he met the floor and immediately incited the ire of the crossing Persians who now drew their daggers and swords.

Raul jumped forward at the action and the rest of the group followed suit but as they approached Madeleine, they noticed that not only was the man that was next to her dead on the floor but the rest of the men were floating in the water with their faces downward. “What is this?” Willem was the first to ask. “How… how did you kill all of them?”

“We have to wait seven minutes before the poison degrades in the water and becomes harmless,” Madeleine said without explanation.

“Poison?” Raul protested, “but I saw you. You went into the pool and even one of their men went through it. You didn’t put anything in the water once you got out.”

“You’re right,” Madeleine announced proudly, “I put the poison before I got out.”

“Impossible,” again Raul protested, “You and the man would have been dead then.”

Madeleine let out an annoying chortle. “When I waded over to them to show them it was safe, I scraped some poison powder from the tip of my parasol to the left wall above the water line. When the nine of them went in, it raised the water enough so that the poison could spread to them. If it was just me or one of their men, the water would not have been displaced enough to get to the poison.”

All—except the two Turks who were still amazed at the sight and unable to comprehend how it happened because of the language barrier—looked at her in astonishment. She simply returned a smile to them and even had the audacity to brush her hair to the side. It’s true what they say, Raul thought to himself, the de Fronsacs are a clever family.

---​

“You’re clever as always, sir,” one of the ones who whore an embroidered Lion on his shoulder commented.

“Perhaps, though I’ve solved harsher riddles than this,” Renault responded. “I was on assignment once secretly in Constantinople—you should have seen the labyrinth they had under there. Killing machines and sound devices—the Easterners were very far advanced; ahh here we are.”

Renault pressed forward against one of the walls and another passageway opened for the small group that he led down those water-giving corridors.

“Is this it?” one of the Lions asked.

“Indeed it is, gentlemen,” Renault said as he reached forward with his hands. A golden box glittered in the oncoming torch light and found its home in Renault de Fronsac’s hands. “The treasure of Jerusalem second only to the Keys of Saint James.”

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Interlude​

Lara de Fronsac was quick enough to catch Taguchi in her arms before he fall on his bottom on the hard basement floor. It was a good thing she had followed him down shortly after he first descended into the basement. Taguchi shook his head as if attempting to dispel a terrible dream and the horrific image in front of him began to finally unravel.

Pushing his wet hair out of his face, Taguchi recognized the one named Carlos revealing goggled eyes but gave no expression as to the remorse for scaring the young man. As Carlos hopped out of the stone construction, he carried with him a box which was of a brown hue although a persistent glitter attempted to cry out from underneath the marred veneer.

Lara helped Taguchi to his feet while Hayato slowly said: “This is what the previous occupants of his house died to protect and why we had to come here on such short notice,” he said.

Taguchi’s mind swirled in thought. More people dying for strange golden objects? The history of the house started to get muddled in his thoughts. “Are you alright?” he heard Lara quietly comfort him. He could not answer; his eyes were fixed on his cousin’s stern face.

“This is the kind of vocation we live, Junno-kun,” Hayato said lowly, “the kind of thing you forsook even after all of the education you’ve received.”

“What is so important in that that people would risk their lives for it?” was the natural question from Taguchi’s quivering lips.

Carlos, still wet from having dived into the well, handed off the box to Lara. The smiling girl quickly unlocked the case and opened the container. Taguchi, even in the dim light, could now see the contents within. Contained within glass like a mosquito in amber were fragments of paper that whispered old age with the creak of the contraption open. Being Poltok’s student, Taguchi immediately recognized the ancient Hebrew on them.

“This is the next piece of the puzzle we’re trying to put together,” Lara told him ambiguously. “These will help tell us the way for the… future.”

“I don’t understand,” Taguchi admitted with growing anxiety.

Lara merely continued to smile at him. “You’ll soon understand. It was no coincidence that you are here in this house, Taguchi; or that Professor Poltok took you under his wing. It was in preparation for this—that you should inherit what the Professor has studied ever since these writings were found near the Dead Sea. You have inherited the Treasure of Jerusalem.”

Chapter LXXV: Treasure of Jerusalem (coming soon)
 
Very clever ploy by the General. Should be glad his adversary did not press the issue.

Madelaine, Madelaine. Barby Girl is too smart for her own good. I swear, big trouble ahead for that one.

I still don't know what to make of Taguchi and Co. That one is going to have to stew for awhile.
 
Have to admire General Schenkhuizen's ploy. Have to do what one must to save one's army. :) Another great update. Madeleine's rather self-assured. Is she just confident, or something else...? Poor Taguchi....the history of man is filled with dying for strange gold objects. Liked the different stories, sir!
 
Wow!

Grubby sure did great there. A bloodless victory.

But how long can he hold on? We can't have Jerusalem falling, not if Spain wishes to pretend to be a world-empire with a catholic basis :p
 
Briljant way of buying time, tho it won't fool Jafar a second time I fear...
 
grayghost: XD Don't you just love Miss Barbie girl though ? XD Yes , she is definitely a slightly arrogant one .

Mettermrck: Yes , Madeleine's a bit of a spoiled one . Especially since Renault and Carmen couldn't have children of their own , they heaped their love onto her in droves . Being rich New Worlders too Madeleine did not grow up with the kind of restrictions the Peninsular court would have .

Avernite: "Supreme Excellence is Defeating your opponent without raising a finger" or something like that XD

Grubnessul: nope , eventually the two must clash in open combat . =(
 
Just thought I'd give you all some study questions for this chapter to help focus in the important points . You don't need to answer them but they're here to help you hone in on the key points of the chapter . Test how much of Timelines you know XD Individual answers accepted:

Short Answer (46 points):

1. How did General Schenkhuizen buy more time when the Persian surprise attack happened ?

2. How did Madeleine defeat 10 Persian agents by herself ?

3. What documents are being alluded to at the end ? Hint: Look at where they were discovered .

True False (27 points):

1. Madeleine's Main weapon is a poison tipped parasol

2. Zeren can speak Spanish

3. Taguchi has studied ancient Hebrew

Multiple Choice (27 points):

1. What do the four crowns on General Schenkhuizen's banner represent ?
a. The Four Gospels
b. The Four Kings he has served
c. The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse
d. The Four Kingdoms he has campaigned against

2. Renault de Fronsac's surname is a reference to which film ?
a. Au Revoir les Enfants
b. 8 Femmes
c. La Vie en Rose
d. Le Pacte des Loups

3. Who built the tunnels supplying water to Jerusalem ?
a. The Crusaders
b. The Turks
c. The Persians
d. The Spaniards

Extra Credit Essay Question (10 points):
CHOOSE ONE OF THREE . Please provide your own Blue Books

A. What is the purpose of a Labyrinth in Timelines and what is their literary and thematic effect ?

B. Compare and contrast Tom and Taguchi and how season II's changes are reflective of the change between these two .

C. How is the role of women portrayed in Timelines both in the past and the present ?
 
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Without checking back on the post :p

1. How did General Schenkhuizen buy more time when the Persian surprise attack happened ?
A: By letting his opponent believe he was using one of his older tactics again, making him believe he had far more men than he actually had

2. How did Madeleine defeat 10 Persian agents by herself ?
By tricking them into water she had poisoned with her parasol

3. What documents are being alluded to at the end ? Hint: Look at where they were discovered.
I guess it are the death sea scrolls, the oldest know version of the old testament if memory serves me correct.

True False:

1. Madeleine's Main weapon is a poison tipped parasol
true, but only so far as we've seen her in action, she might have another trick or two

2. Zeren can speak Spanish
false, though it's possible he learned a word or two during his time with Raul

3. Taguchi has studied ancient Hebrew
false, as far as we know that is

Multiple Choice:

1. What do the four crowns on General Schenkhuizen's banner represent ?
b. The Four Kings he has served

2. Renault de Fronsac's surname is a reference to which film ?
a. Au Revoir les Enfants
b. 8 Femmes
c. La Vie en Rose
d. Le Pacte des Loups
Haven't seen any of those :( so no idea

3. Who built the tunnels supplying water to Jerusalem ?
a. The Crusaders

Extra Credit Essay Question:

The Labyrinth stands for the choices a man must make in his life, only the right choices will eventually lead to the heart of the labyrinth and so will only the right choices in a human life bring you to the right end (probably heaven?).
 
One thing I thought I should point out (Ch. 10, Panzerkardinal):

canonized said:
“Anyway,” Carlos resumed, “about the preparations for the Armada, we both know Japan didn’t need to build more troops. All twenty five thousand Spanish troops were captured along with the Admiral Medina Sidonia when he was sent over there.”

Any particular reason you used "build" more troops instead of, say, "recruit" or "train"? It seems to me that, unless this Carlos fellow is a Hispania Universalis player himself and is just using the term from force of habit, it would seem a little more appropriate to use something else.

Not a big thing, just a little detail my mind picked up on.
 
1. How did General Schenkhuizen buy more time when the Persian surprise attack happened ?
He pretended to have way more troops than he really had.

2. How did Madeleine defeat 10 Persian agents by herself ?
By poisoning the water they were in, using a neat variant of volume conservation.

3. What documents are being alluded to at the end ? Hint: Look at where they were discovered .
Dead Sea scrolls

True False (27 points):

1. Madeleine's Main weapon is a poison tipped parasol
False. It's her wits that are her main weapon.

2. Zeren can speak Spanish
False. At least, he pretends he can't

3. Taguchi has studied ancient Hebrew
enough of it to recognize it, at least. So true.

Multiple Choice (27 points):

1. What do the four crowns on General Schenkhuizen's banner represent ?
b. The Four Kings he has served?

2. Renault de Fronsac's surname is a reference to which film ?
a. Au Revoir les Enfants


3. Who built the tunnels supplying water to Jerusalem ?
a. The Crusaders


Extra Credit Essay Question (10 points):
CHOOSE ONE OF THREE . Please provide your own Blue Books

B. Compare and contrast Tom and Taguchi and how season II's changes are reflective of the change between these two .

Instead of being entirely clueless while knowing history, we are plunged into a new thing:

We know what we're fighting for, but do we really want to? Is this omnipresent big-brother empire truely good? Or would we much rather live human lives with errors, problems, but also the freedom to live as we want?

Taguchi definately wishes to choose freedom, but the agents of the Spanish Empire have managed to ensnare him, not hindered by the ruthlessness of the Empire's enemies. Thus, like Tom, he HAS to act to help the Spaniards, even though he doesn't want to.

But, Taguchi definately has the better name, so I'm hoping he wins out and gets to marry modern-day De Fronsac. Unless season 3 brings us a Dutch character in the present, that is :D
 
Okay, answering without looking at anyone else...

canonized said:
1. How did General Schenkhuizen buy more time when the Persian surprise attack happened ?

Asking merchants to make a large number of standards, which made his army seem larger than it was.

2. How did Madeleine defeat 10 Persian agents by herself ?

Luring them into a pool and causing the water to become poisoned.

3. What documents are being alluded to at the end ? Hint: Look at where they were discovered .

Oh, the Dead Sea Scrolls, certainly.



True False (27 points):

1. Madeleine's Main weapon is a poison tipped parasol

False, her main weapon is her quick mind.


2. Zeren can speak Spanish

... Pass.

3. Taguchi has studied ancient Hebrew

True


Multiple Choice (27 points):

1. What do the four crowns on General Schenkhuizen's banner represent ?
a. The Four Gospels
b. The Four Kings he has served
c. The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse
d. The Four Kingdoms he has campaigned against

B?

2. Renault de Fronsac's surname is a reference to which film ?
a. Au Revoir les Enfants
b. 8 Femmes
c. La Vie en Rose
d. Le Pacte des Loups

*shrugs*


3. Who built the tunnels supplying water to Jerusalem ?
a. The Crusaders
b. The Turks
c. The Persians
d. The Spaniards

A.




Extra Credit Essay Question (10 points):
CHOOSE ONE OF THREE . Please provide your own Blue Books

A. What is the purpose of a Labyrinth in Timelines and what is their literary and thematic effect ?

It is a symbol of the difficulty of the search for truth, and how such truth must be protected in order that only those who are worthy can find them. There are many false paths, obstacles, and people whose goal is to prevent people from reaching such truth, but those who are resourceful and who have studied beforehand can find their way through. Those who just jump in will give up, become lost, or worse.

That, and they provide quite a bit of good ol' dramatic tension as well. ;)
 
I'd play the little pop quiz game above but...

I'm too cool for school.:cool: