For a moment, Robespierre watched as words formed on the pages of the book. They glittered red, like blood, but it was as if the tapping of Oliver's foot interupted their formation. The only legible word was "Louis XIV," but the words smeared and disappeared as quickly as they had come. Luckily it was not because of Oliver's interuption, but instead because of the word that had just formed on the back of Robespierre's hand. Closing the book, he glanced up to reply to the pad's questions.
"Magic," he answered simply, not caring to elaborate on what sort of magic it was. The book was again closed, but this time put inside his jacket. Presumably, there was a pocket large enough to hold it, since clothes of the 18th century were often made this way for the gentry.
He did not answer to the request for his own name right away, instead preoccupying himself with the letters that had appeared on the back of his hand. He was mildly amused that it was in fact "NQM" which had appeared on his hand, but it was not so unusual anymore. The letters shone lightly, as if they were metallic. The nature of the Psalms wasn't always clear, but hopefully it would be simple enough to use them to lead the way to an exit.
Robespierre spoke the verse quietly, as if they were incantations for a spell, but the origin of the words was likely not entirelly unfamiliar to his companion. It was just a part of Psalm 5, "Lead me, o' Lord, in your righteousness, because of my enemies—make straight your way before me."
As if responding to the words, a light similar to the one that had appeared when Robespierre drew the word "seclorum" appeared at the junction at the end of the hall. It danced against the wall, then to the floor, and finally disappeared around the right-hand corner. Satisfied with this, Robespierre finally turned back to Oliver.
"I am Maximilien Robespierre. The Psalms shall lead the way to the exit, if you wish to follow."
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"Magic," he answered simply, not caring to elaborate on what sort of magic it was. The book was again closed, but this time put inside his jacket. Presumably, there was a pocket large enough to hold it, since clothes of the 18th century were often made this way for the gentry.
He did not answer to the request for his own name right away, instead preoccupying himself with the letters that had appeared on the back of his hand. He was mildly amused that it was in fact "NQM" which had appeared on his hand, but it was not so unusual anymore. The letters shone lightly, as if they were metallic. The nature of the Psalms wasn't always clear, but hopefully it would be simple enough to use them to lead the way to an exit.
Robespierre spoke the verse quietly, as if they were incantations for a spell, but the origin of the words was likely not entirelly unfamiliar to his companion. It was just a part of Psalm 5, "Lead me, o' Lord, in your righteousness, because of my enemies—make straight your way before me."
As if responding to the words, a light similar to the one that had appeared when Robespierre drew the word "seclorum" appeared at the junction at the end of the hall. It danced against the wall, then to the floor, and finally disappeared around the right-hand corner. Satisfied with this, Robespierre finally turned back to Oliver.
"I am Maximilien Robespierre. The Psalms shall lead the way to the exit, if you wish to follow."