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The
marquis
took
in
the
room
,
eyes
sliding
from
detail
to
detail
.
The
stuffed
crocodile
hanging
from
the
ceiling
;
the
leather
-
bound
books
,
an
astrolabe
,
convex
and
concave
mirrors
,
odd
scientific
instruments
;
there
were
maps
on
the
walls
,
of
lands
and
cities
de
Carabas
had
never
heard
of
;
a
desk
,
covered
in
handwritten
correspondence
.
The
white
wall
behind
the
desk
was
marred
by
a
reddish
-
brown
stain
.
There
was
a
small
portrait
of
Door
’
s
family
on
the
desk
.
The
marquis
stared
at
it
.
"
Your
mother
and
your
sister
,
your
father
,
and
your
brothers
.
All
dead
.
How
did
you
escape
?
"
he
asked
.
She
lowered
her
hand
.
"
I
was
lucky
.
I
’
d
gone
off
exploring
for
a
few
days
.
.
.
did
you
know
there
are
still
some
Roman
soldiers
camped
out
by
the
Kilburn
River
?
"
The
marquis
had
not
known
this
,
which
irritated
him
.
"
Hmm
.
How
many
?
"
She
shrugged
.
"
A
few
dozen
.
They
were
deserters
from
the
Nineteenth
Legion
,
I
think
.
My
Latin
’
s
a
bit
patchy
.
Anyway
,
when
I
got
back
here
.
.
.
"
She
paused
,
swallowed
,
her
opal
-
colored
eyes
brimming
with
tears
.
"
Pull
yourself
together
,
"
said
the
marquis
,
shortly
.
"
We
need
your
father
’
s
journal
.
We
have
to
find
out
who
did
this
.
"
She
frowned
at
him
.
"
We
know
who
did
this
.
It
was
Croup
and
Vandemar
—
"
He
opened
a
hand
,
waggled
his
fingers
as
he
spoke
.
"
They
’
re
arms
.
Hands
.
Fingers
.
There
’
s
a
head
that
ordered
it
,
that
wants
you
dead
,
too
.
Those
two
don
’
t
come
cheap
.
"
He
looked
around
the
cluttered
office
.
"
His
journal
?
"
said
the
marquis
.
"
It
’
s
not
here
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
told
you
.
I
looked
.
"
"
I
was
under
the
misapprehension
that
your
family
was
skilled
in
locating
doors
,
both
obvious
and
otherwise
.
"
