In particular, the discovery of the Scroll of the Chamber saw the elevation of an old man—named, in Latin, Iacobus Amatus, but generally more derided than loved and more African than Roman—who had been until that time something of a joke among the faculty for his drinking and his occasional catastrophic experiments, but perhaps even more for his unfashionable sentimentality, because he was very kind. He was a shockingly poor alchemist, but he loved to tinker and it would have been a cold heart indeed to tell him he had no talent in that direction. In honesty, he was by no means the worst we had. He retired four years ago, into a delighted age, and he has no idea to this day that the document he validated and which precipitated his rise to fame was a ridiculous forgery.