Chapter 16 chapter eight

It took me forever to pack my measly luggage when I was alone in the room.Then came in a historian I didn't know, wearing an investigative device.I glanced at it uncomfortably, thinking that if they found out that I had actually told the intruders where the camp files were kept, I would be screwed.They already suspected it was me.The reason why Judge Kenny Shell did not convict me of this crime was because he felt that it was very unlikely for an apprentice like me to study the files of the Society without permission. Fortunately, I was lucky.The historian who investigated me was only concerned with the details of the killing.After making sure I knew nothing about it, he let me go and warned me that I had to leave the building on time.I said I would go.

But I have to rest first, I didn't sleep a wink last night.I drank three hours of wine in one breath and fell asleep comfortably.When he woke up, he found a person standing beside him: the historian Omeen. After the accident of the night before, she suddenly aged a lot, wearing only a plain black coat, and all the ornaments she wore before were gone.She was expressionless.Doing my best to hide my surprise, I sat up and mumbled that I was sorry and didn't know she was coming. "Take it easy," she said softly, "did I disturb your sleep?" "I've had enough sleep."

"I didn't sleep all night, but I'll sleep more. We'll have to explain to each other, Tomis." "Yes," I stood up uneasily, "are you all right? I saw you earlier, and you were out of your mind." "They gave me medicine," she replied. "Tell me what happened last night." From time to time she closes her eyes. "You were there when Eligro questioned us and were coaxed out of the room by the prince. A few hours later, he returned, gloating at his misfortune, followed by the Paris steward and several other intruders. The steward took out a box and told the prince to put his hand on it, but the prince refused, but at last the steward persuaded him. After the prince had touched the casket, the steward and Eligro left, and only I was in the room with the prince, and I didn't know what happened. Guards were placed outside the door, and the prince was not allowed to leave. Soon, the custodian and Eligro returned. This time, Eligro was dejected, The custodian looked dazed, but the custodian was very excited. In our room, the custodian announced the pardon of the Roman prince, and no one could harm him, and then all the intruders left."

"Go on." Omeen narrates it all like a wizard. "Still Eligro didn't understand what was going on. He yelled that there was a traitor and that he had been betrayed. Then they quarreled again. Eligro became angry like a shrew, and the prince Even more arrogant, both yelling at each other to get out of the room. They both rattled the carpet, the petals fell, and the little mouth gasped. Things quickly got out of hand. Eligro seized a weapon and threatened to use force if the prince did not leave immediately.The Prince mistook him for nothing more than a bluff, and rushed forward as if to throw him out.Eligro killed the prince, and I quickly grabbed a dagger from the handicraft decoration cabinet and threw it at Eligro's neck.The dagger was poisoned, and he died instantly.I yelled for someone to come, and after that I didn't know anything. "

"It was weird last night," I said. "It is indeed very strange. Tomis, tell me: why did the custodian come here, and why did he not detain the prince?" I said, "I sent the custodian here by order of your dead husband. The custodian did not take the prince because someone bought his freedom." "At what cost?" "Shame on Earthlings," I said. "You're playing hide and seek with me." "This is my shame, please stop asking." "The judge said the custodian took a document..." "It has something to do with me," I admitted, and Omeen looked at the floor without asking any more questions.

I finally asked, "What kind of punishment will you receive for killing someone?" "I killed in a state of extreme agitation and terror," she replied, "without punishment, but because of my adultery and violence I was expelled from the Society of Historians." "I'm sorry." "They ordered me to be a pilgrim to go to Jerusalem to purify my soul. I have to get out of here today or they will kill me." "I was fired too," I told her, "and I was going to Jerusalem, but that was my choice." "Can we go together?"

I hesitated.I have already traveled with a blind prince, and I don't want to leave Paris with a murdered woman without a membership.Maybe it's time for me to travel alone now.But the wizard said I would have a companion. Omeen said slowly: "You lack enthusiasm, maybe I can stimulate your passion." She unbuttoned her clothes, and I saw a large gray bag hanging on her snow-white chest.She is not seducing me with beauty, but with that big pocket. "Here's everything the Prince of Rome kept in his lap," she said, "and he showed me it. I took it all out while he was sleeping like a dead pig. Of course I My stuff is in there too. I don't have nothing. Our journey will be very comfortable. How is it?"

"I find it hard to say no." "Give you two hours to be ready to go." "I'm ready now." "Then you wait for me." She left me alone in the room.Almost two hours later, she returned, wearing a pilgrim robe and a pilgrim mask.She handed me another Pilgrim suit slung over her arm.By the way: I am also without a meeting now, and it is not safe to travel like this.I will go to Jerusalem as a pilgrim.I put on this new suit.We started packing. "I've informed the Pilgrims," ​​she said, leaving the Historian's Building, "and we're registered with them. Hope to get our starstone later today. How's the mask, Toh?" Mies?"

"very suitable." "of course." We passed the great square in front of the old gray church, where a crowd had gathered.A few intruders stood in the middle of the crowd, and the beggars circled around the crowd, gaining a lot.They ignored us because no one would beg from a pilgrim.But I twisted the collar of a pimple-faced guy and asked, "What ceremony is going on here?" "The funeral of the Prince of Rome," he said, "is ordered by the custodian. It's a state funeral, and it's grand. It's as if they were having a festival." "Why is this funeral held in Paris?" I asked. "How did the prince die?"

"Oh. Go ask someone else, I have to go to work." He broke away from me and squeezed his way through the crowd, begging from them. "Are we going to this funeral?" "better not." "As you please." We headed towards the Great Stone Bridge across the Seine. Behind us, a blinding blue flame rose as the logs of the prince's cremation were lit.The fire at the funeral illuminated our way forward, leading us slowly towards Jerusalem in the east in the dark of night.