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«We shouldn't be here.»
He closed the door behind them, and the room went dark.
«You're with me now,» he whispered. «You can go anywhere you like.»
He pulled her hair aside, lips brushing her skin. «I'll take you anywhere you want to go.»
«Will you?» Her voice was a mere breath.
«Anywhere...» He kissed her neck. «Any way...»
*
She rolled her eyes, turning to the wall to examine the now clean slate.
“Oh no,” she groaned.
Riley hurried over. “What is it?”
“It's a sliding puzzle.” Kathy cursed. “I hate sliding puzzles, I can NEVER get them right.”
“Makes two of us,” Riley agreed. “Would help if we knew what it was though.”
Kathy ran her hand across the ancient pattern
“Hang on...” She shone her torch on to one of the tiles.
“Lion's head,” she muttered, moving her hand to another tile. “Fleur de lis.”
“It's annoying when Ben does that,” Riley interrupted. “And no less when you do.”
“It's King Phillip's seal,” Kathy said, ignoring him. “Look, here's another lion's head.”
When Riley continued to look lost, she continued. “King Phillip's seal shows him sitting on a throne of lions. Holding a sceptre with a fleur de lis, and another one in his hand.”
“What's a 'fledeliss',” Riley asked.
“Fleur de lis,” Kathy corrected. “It's French, it means 'lily flower'. It's a very popular symbol, found in everything from wallpaper to king's seals. Incidentally, it's also one of the symbols of the Templars.”
“Think that means anything. That he had it, I mean?” Riley nodded towards the seal.
“Probably not,” Kathy confessed. “It wasn't uncommon for French kings to use it as part of their seal.”
The room might have been an office once, but that was before the paperwork had taken over. There were files on the desk, chairs, floor, jammed between and on top of books in the shelves. A whiteboard on one of the walls was so crammed full of pictures it hardly had a single white spot left. There were stacks of files in every corner, strewn across a small table with two chairs and in the windowsill. Even the waste-basket had files piled on top of it, although Lily felt far from certain this meant they were junk.
“Oh no,” she groaned.
Riley hurried over. “What is it?”
“It's a sliding puzzle.” Kathy cursed. “I hate sliding puzzles, I can NEVER get them right.”
“Makes two of us,” Riley agreed. “Would help if we knew what it was though.”
Kathy ran her hand across the ancient pattern
“Hang on...” She shone her torch on to one of the tiles.
“Lion's head,” she muttered, moving her hand to another tile. “Fleur de lis.”
“It's annoying when Ben does that,” Riley interrupted. “And no less when you do.”
“It's King Phillip's seal,” Kathy said, ignoring him. “Look, here's another lion's head.”
When Riley continued to look lost, she continued. “King Phillip's seal shows him sitting on a throne of lions. Holding a sceptre with a fleur de lis, and another one in his hand.”
“What's a 'fledeliss',” Riley asked.
“Fleur de lis,” Kathy corrected. “It's French, it means 'lily flower'. It's a very popular symbol, found in everything from wallpaper to king's seals. Incidentally, it's also one of the symbols of the Templars.”
“Think that means anything. That he had it, I mean?” Riley nodded towards the seal.
“Probably not,” Kathy confessed. “It wasn't uncommon for French kings to use it as part of their seal.”
*
The room might have been an office once, but that was before the paperwork had taken over. There were files on the desk, chairs, floor, jammed between and on top of books in the shelves. A whiteboard on one of the walls was so crammed full of pictures it hardly had a single white spot left. There were stacks of files in every corner, strewn across a small table with two chairs and in the windowsill. Even the waste-basket had files piled on top of it, although Lily felt far from certain this meant they were junk.
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