Manor of Shadows, Chapter Three, Pages 28 and 29: Aged fifty years, it measures a seventy-five meters. It has a mane of raven wings color with silvery on the sides. Her hazel eyes and finely chiseled mouth reflect uncommon intelligence. Paunchy, his arms and legs are nonetheless well structured. And her fingers are as fine as mine. Specialist last years of the Knights Templar - between the fall of Saint-Jean dAcre in 1291 and the arrest of its members in 1307, Aycart lives in Strasbourg, but sometimes goes to Paris for s enclose in the National Library of France. Im not talking about the new, better known as the Bibliothèque François Mitterrand This is a soulless building, where researchers are only anonymous and whose coldness places scares most those who devote their lives to the study. No, I mean the old Bibliothèque Nationale, rue de Richelieu. Where books have always been regarded as works of art that it is essential to take the utmost care. Where the dim light of the lamp decorated with arabesques created a cozy atmosphere suffused with serenity, that neon can not circulate. Where the smell of old leather, secular dust, parchment, spread everywhere, without being suddenly replaced by a ventilated air and sanitized. It is common that during our conversations over the Internet, Aycart tells me about a time when modern was not as upset this place dedicated to Knowledge. Personally, Ive never been in either one or the other of these libraries. I almost go there several times. But, ultimately, it does not happen. I always managed to get the books I need on my own. Elisandre has always managed to find a bookshop where he remained a copy. Thanks to my fortune, my relationship, it was even possible for me repatriated from abroad. Once again, this is a bookseller in San Francisco who heard that I was looking for one of the last specimens of the famous Vermiis Occulta has on its own initiative, made the journey to Paris for me the hand delivery; against the tidy sum of 300 thousand dollars. Aycart is privileged. There are nearly a year of this, the day I showed him the door leading to the other rooms, there is not believed. He stared at me for a moment, assuming that I was making fun of him. The Elisandre eyes, who stood by my side, failed out of their sockets. He is so quick to respond to any of my actions, was not able to move for a few seconds. I then preceded down the long corridor bisecting the apartment. When I got installed with the permission of its former owner - for twenty years, he has changed a half-dozen times - I did expand. Too bad it has shrunk to the rooms that are adjoined. Anyway, as Im informed during our journey towards my office, except that I occupy, other rooms have never housed person. They are equipped with beds and furniture for receiving people. However, these are not used. And the dust would cover if Elisandre certainly do not preserved. In addition, the rooms all look at a few details they contain large four poster beds as was customary among the bourgeoisie to the Belle Époque. Amounts thereof are sculptured arms Montferrand. In this regard, I say this: Montferrand are cousins that I have met only a few times in my life. The last time was when the then had about twenty years, and I wondered why at this time, Anthéus says Patriarch and against the advice of many members of his family, m has donated a portion of his fortune. After all, it was his right. But his Children I have wanted all their lives. They tried to break his will before various courts. They have been rejected every time. Later, I learned that one of them, a woman named Luvinia became Sister of the Brotherhood. Worried, I immediately thought that it was a way for them to sue me for their condemnation. And for months, I was on the alert. I panicked every time I met someone I did not know in the corridors or rooms Study Sanctuary. However, I did not have the opportunity to cross Luvinia. I also tried to inform me about it. Most people have pretended not to know who I was talking about. I am well aware that they were lying to me. For some reason that I still know today, they hid me any link connected it to the Community. I still wanted to trace him in the records of the Society. I read the texts referring to the conclaves where it could have been invited; at least, the day of his enthronement as quInitiée. But I did not reveal any information that would indicate to me his presence between the walls of the nerve center of our Order. At that point I wondered if Quiloth - who explained to me that he had spoken to him one day - had not misled me.
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