Issue 8 Episode 8:
“Maybe I can chime in on that!” Says Khonsu. He then gets up from his thrown and walks to an unlit corner of the room. With a broad and dramatic sway of his arms, lights are activated and a control panel is revealed on the wall in front of him. With a few clicks, an old movie screen slowly and awkwardly, with frequent stops, makes it’s way down from the ceiling as it’s mechanisms grind, groan and click. Khonsu then clears his throat, turns to the group and says. “Please make yourselves comfortable, this short film clip will help you understand, but there’s no audio, so I’ll be your narrator. Ha ha ha!” With a couple of more clicks, the lights dim down, an old projector lights up and a grainy film starts to play. It’s an amateur recording of a high school theatrical production titled; “The Pageant of Saint Lusson” dated in 1956. “In 1671 a french regimental officer and explorer named Simon Francois Daumont De Saint-Lusson and his interpreter, Nicholas Perrot, arrived on the shores of the St. Mary’s River. They had come all the way from Montreal by way of the Ottawa River, Lake Nipissing, the French River and the Great Lakes. On June 4th of that same year, Saint Lusson and Perrot along with Father Claude Allouez congregated at a Jesuit Mission on top of what’s’ now called Moffley Hill. Thousands of indigenous people from 14 Nations including the Anishinaabeg, Sauks, Menomonees, Potawatomis, Winnebagoes, Odawa, and Cree were there to witness a ceremony where a speech was delivered by Saint Lusson claiming that the land that has been discovered, and any land yet to be discovered, now belong to the King of France, Louis XIV. It’s unknown how accurately Perrot translated Saint-Lusson’s speech, specifically about power over the land and the people. It’s also unknown if veiled threats of violence for not following the Royal decree were understood or appreciated by all who were in attendance.” After a few more minutes of viewing and narrating, a blob starts to appear on the screen as the film inside the projector starts to melt. Khonsu rushes up to save what’s left of the reel, but slows down once he realizes that the entire projection unit is on fire. “No use in trying to save it now.” He mutters to himself in dismay.
Ichabode asks aloud, “What’s this got to do with what’s happening now?” Khonsu inhales deeply.
