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Sheffield in Yorkshire is one of those overgrown towns now so common in the northern parts of England - dirty, smokey places where all the inhabitants seem universally bent upon one particular form of manufacture or another. In Sheffield it is cutlery, for good knives have been made here since the Middle Ages, while Sheffield Plate is of course justly famous. The town has very little to recommend it to the visitor, for the industry of the inhabitants and the wealth it creates has not led them to beautify their environs. One may still see however the noble remains of Beauchief Abbey, a foundation of the White Canons, and Beauchief Hall, residence of the only local family of consequence.

It was at a tavern in this unfortunate town that Clegg began his fatal drinking match with the blacksmith which led to the dreadful loss of the King's Book. In response to a drunken challenge from the blacksmith Clegg tore the book into strips, and ate it. The consequence was his eventual hanging for Book Murder and the birth of his son Vinculus with the words of the lost book written upon his body[30].