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“Mi hear yuh had quite di adventure.”
I looked up at him and nodded. “Yeah, we got The Flute,” I told him.
“Why don’t we all head back to the common room. We can tell Conrad and Meredith everything.” Amon suggested, his voice was soft. He seemed to be keeping his distance from me. I frowned but nodded.
“Ok, let’s go,” I agreed and the seven of us headed back to the East Wing.
48
Back in the common room, Rycon put the wooden box in the center of the table of the conversion pit. Conrad pulled out the black velvet bag Sofia had given him and slid The Lens out of it, placing it next to the box.
I examined The Lens without touching it. It was beautifully crafted. It looked like a thick monofocal, framed in gilding. The convex dome of the glass was radiant. It was flecked with color and had an opalesque hue to it. I could feel it’s magick from where I stood.
“Have you tried to use it?” I asked Conrad, leaning in closer. I was hesitant to touch it.
“Just a likkle bit. Mi look around di Abbey house with it tuh see if der was anything hidden,” he gave me a small smile, “Di house has been hiding trinkets and socks, but nothing too exciting.”
Meredith laughed. “The house always likes to keep us on our toes.”
“We think The Flute is in this box, but we can't get into it. Do you think The Lens would show us how to access it?” I asked, watching Rycon flick away a small spider that had been crawling on the lip of the conversion pit.
Conrad shrugged, “Can’t hurt to try.”
“Would you mind if I gave it a shot?”
Sofia’s warning that Conrad and Conrad alone were responsible for The Lens rang through my mind. I didn’t want to overstep.
“Of course. Please, go ahead,” he gestured to The Lens on the table. I nodded and moved to pick it up. Suddenly, Amon had my wrist in his hand. He glanced back at Conrad.
“You’re sure it is safe?” He asked, and I rolled my eyes. Mother hen.
Conrad gave him a lopsided smile, and chuckled.
“Yes, Prince Amon. It a safe.” Amon nodded and let my hand go. I picked up The Lens gingerly, running my fingers over the golden frame. It was beautiful, and heavy. It was quite a bit heavier than you would have expected, for something so small. It was about the width of my palm, and a half inch thick at the widest part of the convex.
Carefully, I held it up to my eye, and peered through it. The world, through the eye of The Lens was black and white. Which shocked me, considering the myriad of color that was reflected in the glass. As I looked around the room, I noticed, that the box that held The Flute, was glowing a bright red. It was striking against the black and white backdrop of the common room. I got closer, and gasped.
“Woah,” I said, and the others gathered in around me as I peered through the glass at the box. I could see the seam, and a large keyhole, that had not been visible before. I sighed and leaned back, pulling The Lens away from my eye.
“Well, I guess that explains why we need the Omnikey. There’s a hidden keyhole here,” I said, pointing to the box in the general area I had seen the hole.
“Where is that prophecy?” Amon asked. Kasha waved her hand to summon the book I had found in the library.
“Here,” she said, and began to recite the poem once more:
“When the daemon that shaped,
all things with grace
Is petrified, then in his place,
The daughter shall find what's been concealed,
And peace she brings, as prophesied real.”
“Fascinating, “Meredith said, sliding in closer to Kasha to read over her shoulder. “That verse is clearly about Raven and The Origin.”
“Yes,” Kasha nodded, “The next two parts are about The Lens and The Flute. That's how we ended up at Olkuyrbe, because of the fourth verse of the prophecy. The next bit is about the Omnikey. Which seems to be tied up with daemons somehow.
