Chapter Eleven
Violin Vert


Dear Bakers ~

In response to the latest missive from Blanche, I am writing to suggest that to better find a missing document, we must first spring into action!

A bad pun, perhaps, yet you will see my meaning more clearly by this letter's end. The proposition is nothing less than a tribute to an ancient system of coding, a sweet song that has been played on a Violin Vert for centuries and by many arcane musicians - the Language of the Birds, the argotique taught to Jason and his shipmates by Athena, yes, the Green Language.

What better code by which to hide an esoteric secret of great value?

First, allow me to tip my Chapeau Gâteau to Signore Vincenzo Ponti, master alchemist and gentleman, who first led me to the spring of occult verse, for he suggested I read a most unconventional book concerning the prophecies of Michel de Nostradame. Now, while both S. Ponti and myself are more favorably inclined to decipher an argot almanac by a 16th c. contemporary, Ruggieri, this volume is indeed worthwhile as it elucidates that same tradition which Nostradame used to write his quatrains - the cant or slang or the Argot of the poetic Green Language.









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