[ THE PRIEST OF SANTA MARIA ] - [ CHAPTER 39 ] - NEMSIS - ( PT. 5 })

{ PT.  5 } We know you've been deceiving us, said Sammel. Before he could make another move, Johan felt a sharp pain explode in his skull. He dropped to the floor unconscious.                                                      ANGELICA AND CHAITIANO ENTERED - the dining room just as Frya was placing a dish on the table. That smells delicious, said Angelica. You must be so hungry. Please sit. Just a few more items. Let me help you, said Angelica. Frya placed a hand on her shoulder. Just for tonight, let us serve you. Angelica nodded and sat down, while Christiano took the seat opposite her. Alone in the room, their toes rubbed together beneath the table, and they eyed each other like love-struck teenagers. The front door opened and clunked closed. Kurush sauntered into the dining room. I hope you like red wine, Christiano. He placed the bottle on the table and proceeded to open it. I do, he replied. Angelica, I assume you're not drinking. What would be your choice of beverage? asked Kurush. Just water. Thank you. He nodded as he poured glasses of red for Christiano, himself and Frya. I'll get you that water, he said. Frya entered with two more dishes and placed them on the table. Johan isn't joining us? asked Christiano. No. Unfortunately, he was called to drive the Cardinal to an unexpected dinner party. Kurush returned with a jug of water and poured a glass for Angelica. Kurush, how long was it before you fully understood the cuneiform message inscribed into the wood of the box? asked Angelica. A few months. As soon as I realised my destiny, my studies began, and I did not rest until I understood the message completely. It's been a long wait, said Christiano. Indeed it has! replied Kurush with a raised brow. The prophecy states that the Messiah is to be born in the same desert as Moses mountain. Obviously the Sinai desert, said Christiano.                                                                                        ________________________________________________________ 

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