„…Looking
upward, I surveyed the ceiling of my prison. It was some thirty or
forty feet overhead, and constructed much as the side walls. In one
of its panels a very singular figure riveted my whole attention .
It was the painted figure of Time as he is commonly represented,
save that in lieu of a scythe he held what at a casual glance I
supposed to be the pictured image of a huge pendulum, such as we
see on antique clocks. There was something, however, in the
appearance of this machine which caused me to regard it more
attentively. While I gazed directly upward at it (for its position
was immediately over my own), I fancied that I saw it in motion. In
an instant afterward the fancy was confirmed. Its sweep was brief,
and of course slow…
…What I then saw confounded and amazed me. The
sweep of the pendulum had increased in extent by nearly a yard. As
a natural consequence, its velocity was also much greater. But what
mainly disturbed me was the idea that it had perceptibly DESCENDED.
I now observed, with what horror it is needless to say, that its
nether extremity was formed of a crescent of glittering steel,
about a foot in length from horn to horn; the horns upward, and the
under edge evidently as keen as that of a razor. Like a razor also
it seemed massy and heavy, tapering from the edge into a solid and
broad structure above. It was appended to a weighty rod of brass,
and the whole HISSED as it swung through the
air…
…What
boots it to tell of the long, long hours of horror more than
mortal, during which I counted the rushing oscillations of the
steel! Inch by inch -- line by line -- with a descent only
appreciable at intervals that seemed ages -- down and still down it
came! Days passed -- it might have been that many days passed --
ere it swept so closely over me as to fan me with its acrid breath.
The odour of the sharp steel forced itself into my nostrils. I
prayed -- I wearied heaven with my prayer for its more speedy
descent. I grew frantically mad, and struggled to force myself
upward against the sweep of the fearful scimitar. And then I fell
suddenly calm and lay smiling at the glittering death as a child at
some rare bauble.“
(The Pit
and the Pendulum, Edgar Allan Poe)
The hero of
the Poe´s story was finally saved from the pendulum by the French
army. Thanks to this cache you will appear also under the pendulum,
but do not worry, there is nothing dangerous. Instead of it you
could see the superb view over the Prague panorama.
This cache also serves as a Travel Bug Hotel. The hospitable
staff will do the best to offer the high quality services to our
travel bugs guests.
There are no exchange rules, you should come anytime to
put/retrieve TBs and help them to reach their goals. Log the TB and
geocoin exchange from the back side of the logbook. Please do not
trade the standard items, leave space for TBs and
geocoins.
When you will look for the cache, try to be very discreet and
carefull, please, since the area is usually very busy. After your
find hide the cache carefully back, please AND CLOSE THE HOTEL
DOORS. Do not forget to visit the above Pendulum site and enjoy the
view.
Happy hunting
„Hledel
jsem vzhuru a prohlížel si strop cely. Klenul se asi tricet, možná
ctyricet stop nad mou hlavou a byl sestrojen podobne jako postranní
steny. Na jedné desce mne silne zaujala prapodivná postava. Byla to
postava Casu, tak jak se obvykle maluje, až na to, že místo kosy
držela v ruce cosi, co jsem na první pohled pokládal za malovanou
podobu ohromného kyvadla, jaká vídáme na starých hodinách. Ve
vzhledu tohoto mechanismu mne však neco nutilo k pozornejší
prohlídce. Jak jsem tak na ne vzhuru hledel (kyvadlo viselo prímo
nade mnou), mel jsem dojem, že se hýbá. Vzápetí jsem shledal, že je
to pravda. Kývalo se v krátkých kmitech a ovšem
zvolna…
…A ted
jsem spatril neco, co mne opravdu zmátlo a udivilo. Dráha kyvadla
se prodloužila bezmála o yard. A jeho rychlost byla prirozene také
mnohem vetší. Ale hlavne mne znepokojil dojem, že znatelne
pokleslo. Nyní jsem zpozoroval - netreba dodávat s jakým desem -,
že jeho spodní konec tvorí srpek trpytné oceli, dlouhý asi stopu od
hrotu k hrotu, které trcí vzhuru, a že hrana srpku je zrejme ostrá
jako britva. A jako britva byl patrne i bytelný a težký, nebot od
ostrí vybíhal vzhuru do pevného, širokého tvaru. Byl pripevnen k
mohutné mosazné tyci, a jak se houpal, svištel
vzduchem…
…Proc
vykládat o dlouhých, predlouhých hodinách smrtelného, ba víc než
smrtelného desu, kdy jsem odpocítával svištící kmity oceli! Kyvadlo
klesalo níž a níž - coul po coulu - zlomecek po zlomecku - po
stupních rozpoznatelných jen v intervalech, které trvaly veky!
Teprve po nekolika dnech - ano, mnoho dní možná uplynulo - zacínalo
kmitat tak tesne nade mnou, že mne ovíval jeho britký dech. Do
chrípí se mi tlacil pach ostré oceli. Modlil jsem se - zaprísahal
jsem do omrzení nebesa, aby urychlila sestup kyvadla. Besnil jsem,
šílel, vší mocí jsem se zdvíhal proti švihum strašlivého handžáru.
A pak jsem se znenadání utišil a jen se usmíval na blyštivou smrt
jako díte na podivnou cetku.“
(Jáma a
Kyvadlo, Edgar Allan Poe)
Hrdina
poviedky E.A. Poea bol nakoniec spod kyvadla zachránený francúzskou
armádou. Vdaka tejto cache sa tiež ocitnete pod kyvadlom, ale nic
nebezpecného Vám nehrozí. Namiesto toho sa budete moct pokochat
prekrasnou panoramou Prahy.
Táto cache sluzi aj ako Travel Bug Hotel. Nas pohostinny
personal sa bude snazit ubytovanym hostom poskytnut tie
najkvalitnejsie sluzby.
Pre cache neexistujú pravidla na výmenu travel bugs, možete
prichádzat a brat/vkladat travel bugs a pomahat im plnit ich ciele.
Vymenu TB a geocoins logujte zo zadnej strany logbooku. Nevkladajte
prosim ine predmety na
vymenu.
Pri hladaní cache sa prosím správajte nenápadne a velmi
opatrne, jedna sa o rušnú lokalitu. Po náleze a zalogovaní prosím
schovajte cache nazad do skrýše a poriadne ju zamaskujte, ZATVORTE
DVERE HOTELA. Nezabudnite navstivit Kyvadlo nad vami a uzite si
pekny vyhlad na Prahu.
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