A late Arpadian retracked

  This is a work of fiction. Characters, countries, and organizations in this novel are existing and real, and the events that happen there to them are the product of the author’s imagination and without any intent that they may foretell their actual happenings.     Footnotes are accurate Most discoveries are suddenly-seen things that were always there. SUSANNE K. LANGER     Footnotes: - Allevard also known as Allevard-les-Bains is a commune in the Isère department in the Auvergne-Rhône-Alpes region of southeastern France. - Croüy-Chanel family in France who claims to descend from the kings of Hungary - dendrochronology is a scientific method that makes it possible to obtain dates of pieces of wood by counting and analyzing the morphology of the growth rings of trees. - House of Croÿ is a family of European mediatized nobility in Germany who also claim to descend from the kings of Hungary - kinesiology ...

Liz de Crouy-Chanel as member of a dendrologist team, takes part in the Tour du Treuil project. The project is for dating the feeling of the wood frames and ceilings of the winch tower. Separated from the team, Liz walks alone in the tower. It is a former dungeon. She climbs the staircase located in the thickness of the walls and lit by loopholes. Liz walks from the first floor to the next. From floor to floor, halfway up the steep stairs. The rooms are of quadrangular shape, dark and cold. The upper floor has windows only. Finally some light! Although afraid of the depth, Liz leans out to see Allevard, the mountain of Brame-Farine, and the left bank of the river Bréda. Dazed a bit, Liz slumps down into the armchair by the window. What a giddy woman I am! She clings to the arms of the oak chair, still feels, the abyss takes her away. As she squeezes the armrest, like a magical journey, a lady with flowers ornamented ribbon around her head, enters the room. Her hair ...

"Bon sang! Who the hack bully me by yanking Storitz out from my armpit?” Chiding and frowning, Liz Croy-Chanel is facing the French windows of the ground floor at Jules Verne boulevard in Amiens, France. Her fingers tighten her grip on the book under her armpit: the secret of Wilhelm Storitz. - Bon sang! I must discover it either on the ground floor or in the attic. How the hack did Verne know so much about Hungary? Liz enters the main gate and hurries up the stairs to the entrance of this Maison des Illustres. She has no time to speculate on forking or not out the 7,5 euro fee because the beak nosed Usherette with her white grin is snatching the money out of her fingers at the iron framed front door. Among the mahogany chairs, tables and wainscoting redolent with the thick smell of olio paglierino, she feels alone. As far so good Lis is getting closer to ask Jules Verne himself. Not only because the environment reduces her to speculation, much rather because Ver...