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cavern ominously.
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Barry eased the bulky figure of the Grand Master back on the pillow and Konrad stuffed the fluffy bag of goose down under his head. Konrad was horrified. He’d not seen the Grand Master in such a condition since he had caused d’Brouchart and several of the other Knights of the Council and some of the students at Barry’s academy to be struck by lightening. A terrible memory and one he would rather forget and would forever regret.
“What do you suppose happened?” Konrad’s voice was a hoarse whisper.
Lucio stood at the foot of the bed staring at the limp form of the Grand Master. So far, they had refrained from calling Simon up from his bedroom. Lydia was in the kitchen with Rachel and several of the d’Ornan clan, making breakfast. Barry was reluctant to cause yet another panic.
“He cannot be dead.” Barry told them inanely.
It was quite obvious that he was not dead. He was snoring quite peacefully.
“Do comatose people snore?” Lucio frowned as Barry drew the quilt up over the Master’s bare feet.
“Of course they do.” Konrad nodded. “He snored the last time he was in a coma. Don’t you remember?”
“Oh… yes, but I would rather forget.” Lucio drew a deep breath and then let it out in a long sigh.
“Who else knows of this?” Barry poured himself a drink of water from d’Brouchart’s decanter on the bedside table and downed it unceremoniously. He was hungry and wanted nothing more than to go downstairs and enjoy a ‘normal’ breakfast with his family. ‘Normalcy’… just a bit.
“Vanni was with me when we came here last night.” Lucio admitted. “He won’t tell anyone.”
“We will have to tell Simon.” Konrad wandered to the desk and poked around in the papers and books lying there. The Master had been reading when whatever had happened, happened.
“Vanni says that he believes that the Master has been summoned to the Council in the underworld. Why else would he be like this?” Lucio looked about in trepidation. He felt he was violating the man’s privacy.
“He may have a point.” Konrad agreed. “If what you say about Sir Ramsay is true, then he would expect the Grand Master to attend, since he is, after all, one of the Watchers.”
Barry spun about and glared at the Knight of the Apocalypse.
“I’m sorry, Brother,” Konrad smiled ruefully “but you know it is true whether we choose to ignore it or not. If the Watchers are gathered in the underworld, then I would have to say that Nebo’s presence would most certainly be required.”
Barry made a sour face, but nodded. He did not like to think about these things. The implications made his head reel.
“I would suggest that we show Brother Lucio the hieroglyphs and let him translate it for us before we summon Simon. There is nothing we can do for the Master.” Konrad continued. “There may be something in them that we need to know in regard to this.” He waved one hand at the bed. “It could have been a warning that this was about to happen for all we know.”
“Not likely.” Barry muttered, but he dreaded dragging the rest of the household into this latest mystery. “There is bound to be much trouble.”
“Much.” Lucio agreed and then turned to Konrad. “What hieroglyphs?”
“I’ll get it.” Barry started for the door. “Stay here… both of you. If anyone comes, tell them that we are having a private meeting and will be with them shortly. That includes Simon.”
The Knights nodded and he hurried away. Lucio locked the door.
“So you saw Andrea?” Konrad sat on the edge of the desk and crossed his arms over his chest.
“I did.” Lucio leaned against the bedpost. “Brother, I’m as lost as a newborn child. Just when I thought I understood everything! Andrea is Sophia. Sophia is Andrea in human form.”
“It is a
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Barry eased the bulky figure of the Grand Master back on the pillow and Konrad stuffed the fluffy bag of goose down under his head. Konrad was horrified. He’d not seen the Grand Master in such a condition since he had caused d’Brouchart and several of the other Knights of the Council and some of the students at Barry’s academy to be struck by lightening. A terrible memory and one he would rather forget and would forever regret.
“What do you suppose happened?” Konrad’s voice was a hoarse whisper.
Lucio stood at the foot of the bed staring at the limp form of the Grand Master. So far, they had refrained from calling Simon up from his bedroom. Lydia was in the kitchen with Rachel and several of the d’Ornan clan, making breakfast. Barry was reluctant to cause yet another panic.
“He cannot be dead.” Barry told them inanely.
It was quite obvious that he was not dead. He was snoring quite peacefully.
“Do comatose people snore?” Lucio frowned as Barry drew the quilt up over the Master’s bare feet.
“Of course they do.” Konrad nodded. “He snored the last time he was in a coma. Don’t you remember?”
“Oh… yes, but I would rather forget.” Lucio drew a deep breath and then let it out in a long sigh.
“Who else knows of this?” Barry poured himself a drink of water from d’Brouchart’s decanter on the bedside table and downed it unceremoniously. He was hungry and wanted nothing more than to go downstairs and enjoy a ‘normal’ breakfast with his family. ‘Normalcy’… just a bit.
“Vanni was with me when we came here last night.” Lucio admitted. “He won’t tell anyone.”
“We will have to tell Simon.” Konrad wandered to the desk and poked around in the papers and books lying there. The Master had been reading when whatever had happened, happened.
“Vanni says that he believes that the Master has been summoned to the Council in the underworld. Why else would he be like this?” Lucio looked about in trepidation. He felt he was violating the man’s privacy.
“He may have a point.” Konrad agreed. “If what you say about Sir Ramsay is true, then he would expect the Grand Master to attend, since he is, after all, one of the Watchers.”
Barry spun about and glared at the Knight of the Apocalypse.
“I’m sorry, Brother,” Konrad smiled ruefully “but you know it is true whether we choose to ignore it or not. If the Watchers are gathered in the underworld, then I would have to say that Nebo’s presence would most certainly be required.”
Barry made a sour face, but nodded. He did not like to think about these things. The implications made his head reel.
“I would suggest that we show Brother Lucio the hieroglyphs and let him translate it for us before we summon Simon. There is nothing we can do for the Master.” Konrad continued. “There may be something in them that we need to know in regard to this.” He waved one hand at the bed. “It could have been a warning that this was about to happen for all we know.”
“Not likely.” Barry muttered, but he dreaded dragging the rest of the household into this latest mystery. “There is bound to be much trouble.”
“Much.” Lucio agreed and then turned to Konrad. “What hieroglyphs?”
“I’ll get it.” Barry started for the door. “Stay here… both of you. If anyone comes, tell them that we are having a private meeting and will be with them shortly. That includes Simon.”
The Knights nodded and he hurried away. Lucio locked the door.
“So you saw Andrea?” Konrad sat on the edge of the desk and crossed his arms over his chest.
“I did.” Lucio leaned against the bedpost. “Brother, I’m as lost as a newborn child. Just when I thought I understood everything! Andrea is Sophia. Sophia is Andrea in human form.”
“It is a
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