9 September 2012
The selected few made their way across the clouded room to the library. Inside, every wall bar one was covered floor to ceiling in leather bound volumes. Blood red velvet draped over the only large window, shielding prying eyes. A large black curtain covered the entrance.
At the centre of the room stood a circular mahogany table a single candle lay flickering at its centre. Eight high backed chairs had been arranged equally around it. To one end of the small room sat proudly a green Chesterfield. To either side were two vases of white roses that sat on the small ornate side tables. Candles had been precisely placed around the room creating a warm welcoming ambience. Their light danced bringing the tomes to life on the shelves.
A simple jug of water, with a set of eight glasses had been set out on the intricately carved sideboard which sat at the opposite side of the library.
Füst followed Anna and her husband Michael, into the room, quietly exchanging as they went. Gabriella followed with her uncle, an excited sparkle in her eyes as she looped her arm through his. Surprisingly Forgach entered the library on his own, his wife remaining by the fireplace with a rueful smile on her pretty face. Mária, was last to enter with Cecilia, who extinguished her cigarette before entering the room.
"They think Füst may be the key, but I am not convinced" as if confirming Mária's thoughts.
"I think he may be researching for a journalist, so keen to know our history. " she continued.
It was at this moment that she instinctively glanced at Füst, who was now sitting next to Anna, listening to her intently. Momentarily, his eyes, those eyes, met hers. "Help me, Mária" he said, although his lips did not move.
~The Gathering #7~. ~Part 7~ • Opuss № I