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"On the first floor, past the Temple of Dendur, among the sarcophagi in the Egyptian antiquities section, there is a gold and lapis snake bracelet that once belonged to Hatshepsut. I would like you to bring it back to me," Lawrence said, holding up a stopwatch. Schuyler and her grandfather were standing in his study, one of the many rooms that Lawrence's return had opened.
Already, her grandfather had commissioned contractors and architects to restore the mansion to its former glory, and the sound of construction on the facade--drilling, pounding, hammering was a daily disturbance. But the inside of Lawrence's study was as soundproof and quiet as a tomb.
It was the third day of her training. A week ago, Lawrence had been appalled to discover that The Committee had done almost nothing to teach the newest crop of vampires how to control and use their powers. Schuyler told him that the most they ever did was read a bunch of books and meditate.
"No one has undertaken a Velox test?" he had asked, raising his eyebrow in consternation.
Schuyler shook her head. "What's that?"
"Or learned the four factors of the glom?"
"No." Schuyler shook her head.
"Then none of you have any idea how to counter a Silver Blood attack," Lawrence said testily.
"Um. No."
Lawrence was greatly disturbed, and with the clock ticking --Charles Force's adoption petition was winding its way through the family court bureaucracy--who knew how much time they would have together?--Vampire lessons had formally begun. "If you want to know how to defeat the Silver Bloods, and find out who or what is responsible for their return, you will have to learn how to use your Blue Blood knowledge and abilities first."
Her grandfather had decided to begin with the Velox, or speed test. "Being swift is not enough," Lawrence lectured. "You must be so fast that you are undetectable. So fast that you do not set off alarms. So fast that no one can see you. Most Red Bloods think of this as "invisibility." But this is not a real trait. In fact, there is no such thing as invisibility. It is just that we are so fast, we are undetectable to the human eye. Once you master the art of Velox, you will be able to be anywhere you want in a blink of an eye. The Silver Bloods are swift--that is one of their greatest powers. So you must be faster than they, if you are to survive."
He gave her the instructions on how to find the bracelet in the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
Snake bracelet. Gold and lapis. First floor. Egyptian antiquities. Among the sarcophagi.
"Go," Lawrence said, holding up the stopwatch. Schuyler disappeared.
Before it had even clicked to the next second, Schuyler had reappeared.
"Better," he said. Several days ago, it had taken her two minutes to complete the task.
Schuyler held up the bracelet. She had picked the lock on the case so expeditiously that the alarm had not had time to register a disturbance.
Lawrence allowed a small smile to play on his lips. "Now return it."
The next day, Schuyler was exhausted from the effort yesterday's lesson had required, yet she managed to hide it. There was little time for weakness; she wanted to forge ahead without Lawrence worrying about what it was costing her. She was eager to learn the tenets of animadverto, or "intelligent sight." "The vampire trait of animadverto is another one that is founded in myth and misunderstanding," Lawrence lectured. "Humans think that we have the capacity of infinite knowledge, when in fact all we have is a perfect photographic memory. If you exercise this ability, you will be like me, able to quote verbatim from every book you have ever read in your entire lifetime.
"The library of Alexandria has been lost to humankind for centuries, but thankfully, I was a voracious reader even then," Lawrence said, pointing to his head. "It is all in here."
"Why would we need to know all this? How is this helpful to defeating the Silver Bloods?" Schuyler asked.
"The Silver Bloods put no value on learning, and those who do not learn history are condemned to repeat it. It is imperative that we find traces, clues, to their operations by immersing ourselves in the history of the world. Perhaps then one of us will successfully figure out the mystery of their continued existence."
He gestured to the entire thirty-book Encyclopaedia Britannica. "Take a mental snapshot of each page. Catalog it in your memory. With your speed, this should take you less than five minutes. But I will give you an hour." Lawrence left the study and closed the door behind him.
At the appointed hour, Lawrence came back to find Schuyler splayed on the couch, napping.
"Finished?"
"Fifty-five minutes ago." Schuyler grinned.
"Fine. Give me their definition of the Egyptian reanimation rite."
Schuyler closed her eyes and spoke in a slow, measured voice, almost as if she were reading from the page. "The rite to prepare the deceased for afterlife, performed on statues of the deceased, the mummy itself, or statues of a god located in a temple. An important element of the ceremony was the ritual opening of the mouth so the mummy might breathe and eat. The rite, which symbolized the death and regeneration concept of the Osiris myth, in which the dismembered..."
"Excellent," Lawrence praised. "You are doing very well for your age. Very well indeed. It is impressive. I had thought that with your mixed blood, the vampire strength would be diluted, but instead it is even more tenacious."
