So, the Cartographer’s room has maps and books everywhere. Sounds like my bedroom but just with the books…
And… apparently he’s been shut up for so long he forgot what year it is. And what day. I’ve been trying to finish reading this book for for this blog so long that this is more unintentionally relatable than ever.
“A Caretaker? Hmm… OK, cool.”
“How are the colonies doing?” “Uh, America’s been its own country for a few hundred years…”
OK, how did I miss the Cartographer’s “memory from the future” line about “How is that dear girl Rose anyway?” during my previous rereads?
“Hitler? Who’s that?” “Uh… never mind about that…”
“OK, y’all are Caretakers. Which is it? Geographica additions or Geographica destruction? That’s all I ever get from you guys.” “Uh… we kinda don’t have it.” *facepalm from the Cartographer* “So what do we do now?” “IDK, y’all, your families, your friends, and the whole world are all fucked.”
“Wait, how did y’all get in?” “Uh, the door?” “No, but seriously. The door’s supposed to be next to impossible to open for Caretakers without the instructions in the Geographica.” “Uh, well, Artus did it…” “Oh, shit, that makes sense…”
Ah, yes, Umbugartis, distant cousin of Dentarthurdent and Richardrichardmayhewdick.
“OK, sure, I might not have the Geographica with me, but that doesn’t mean I can’t do my job… taking care or whatever.” “Yep. That’s good, exactly what a Caretaker should say.”
“So yeah, that’s what’s going on. Also, Magwich stole everything from us, and now the Winter King has the Ring of Power.” “Oh, he does, does he? Just wait until he reads the rest of the Summoning instructions.”
“One last thing. Choices are Super Important. I royally fucked up some of my choices, and then I ended up here.”
So, they gotta track the Winter King to the Island at the End of the World. That’s a mouthful.