The Margin Calls: An Argument in Two Hands

Recto and Verso was never one leaf, $N. It was the argument written on both faces of it: a scribe's careful hand on one side, and on the other, a corrector who disagreed with nearly every line and said so in the margins. Two writers who could never be bound face to face without one drowning out the other, so the Binders cut the leaf whole and let both sides keep arguing to no one but the wind. It drifted east and settled here unfolded, one face tilted up to the sun and the other down into shadow, exactly as the scribe and the corrector once sat across a table from each other. A wanderer called the Glossator climbed to the fold between them and left a note at the one place both faces can be read side by side, agreeing on nothing except that someone had finally come to referee.

Experience

1450

Currency reward

7s 20c

Repeatable

No

Sigil

Ledger and ink