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The
Teacher
saw
no
pelicans
today
.
The
stormy
weather
had
brought
instead
seagulls
from
the
ocean
.
The
lawns
were
covered
with
them
–
hundreds
of
white
bodies
all
facing
the
same
direction
,
patiently
riding
out
the
damp
wind
.
Despite
the
morning
fog
,
the
park
afforded
splendid
views
of
the
Houses
of
Parliament
and
Big
Ben
.
Gazing
across
the
sloping
lawns
,
past
the
duck
pond
and
the
delicate
silhouettes
of
the
weeping
willows
,
the
Teacher
could
see
the
spires
of
the
building
that
housed
the
knight
’
s
tomb
–
the
real
reason
he
had
told
Rémy
to
come
to
this
spot
.
As
the
Teacher
approached
the
front
passenger
door
of
the
parked
limousine
,
Rémy
leaned
across
and
opened
the
door
.
The
Teacher
paused
outside
,
taking
a
pull
from
the
flask
of
cognac
he
was
carrying
.
Then
,
dabbing
his
mouth
,
he
slid
in
beside
Rémy
and
closed
the
door
.
Rémy
held
up
the
keystone
like
a
trophy
.
«
It
was
almost
lost
.
»
«
You
have
done
well
,
»
the
Teacher
said
.
«
We
have
done
well
,
»
Rémy
replied
,
laying
the
keystone
in
the
Teacher
’
s
eager
hands
.
The
Teacher
admired
it
a
long
moment
,
smiling
.
«
And
the
gun
?
You
wiped
it
down
?
»
«
Back
in
the
glove
box
where
I
found
it
.
»
«
Excellent
.
»
The
Teacher
took
another
drink
of
cognac
and
handed
the
flask
to
Rémy
.
«
Let
’
s
toast
our
success
.
The
end
is
near
.
»
Rémy
accepted
the
bottle
gratefully
.
The
cognac
tasted
salty
,
but
Rémy
didn
’
t
care
.
He
and
the
Teacher
were
truly
partners
now
.
He
could
feel
himself
ascending
to
a
higher
station
in
life
.
I
will
never
be
a
servant
again
.
As
Rémy
gazed
down
the
embankment
at
the
duck
pond
below
,
Château
Villette
seemed
miles
away
.
Taking
another
swig
from
the
flask
,
Rémy
could
feel
the
cognac
warming
his
blood
.
The
warmth
in
Rémy
’
s
throat
,
however
,
mutated
quickly
to
an
uncomfortable
heat
.
Loosening
his
bow
tie
,
Rémy
tasted
an
unpleasant
grittiness
and
handed
the
flask
back
to
the
Teacher
.
«
I
’
ve
probably
had
enough
,
»
he
managed
,
weakly
.
Taking
the
flask
,
the
Teacher
said
,
»
Rémy
,
as
you
are
aware
,
you
are
the
only
one
who
knows
my
face
.
I
placed
enormous
trust
in
you
.
»
«
Yes
,
»
he
said
,
feeling
feverish
as
he
loosened
his
tie
further
.
«
And
your
identity
shall
go
with
me
to
the
grave
.
»
The
Teacher
was
silent
a
long
moment
.
«
I
believe
you
.
»
Pocketing
the
flask
and
the
keystone
,
the
Teacher
reached
for
the
glove
box
and
pulled
out
the
tiny
Medusa
revolver
.
For
an
instant
,
Rémy
felt
a
surge
of
fear
,
but
the
Teacher
simply
slipped
it
in
his
trousers
pocket
.
