The Downfall

In the kingdom of Nylmah at the heart of a jungle, a prosperous citadel thrives. Its streets are replete with bustling crowds, its markets are full and its dens are alive. To go there a cortege all laden with gifts must cross a frail bridge of mere wood and vine. These tributes are destined to the halls of the king, each item presented with fanfare and pride.

Now one man approaches, mysteriously clad in celestial garb lined with silver and gold, but the gift he bears is a modest cloth bag, somewhat tattered, an unworthy thing to behold. The king is outraged at such impudent nerve and turns him out.
 
But the sack has its secrets and the stranger, angry at the way he has been treated, empties the bag in the palace’s hall:
 
one monkey . . . two monkeys . . . five monkeys and more – a hundred strong rampaging horde . . .
 
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It is said that in Nylmah there was once a city, at the heart of a jungle, in the monkeys’ domain . . .
 
  
An extraordinary laser cut book by Joanna Robson - seen at a C-Art exhibition in The Old Courthouse, Shap