Although Olivia was slightly confused that the White Popess Blanche had shared the same dream as LOL, evidently, when she received the official OTC email, she knew she must prepare for a fight, even if her own search for the Sybilline Scrolls would suffer, even if no trip to Mt. Soracte might result in the spring - she must serve the greater cause of the Bakery, no matter where that path may lead.

Aware that the intellectual battlefield could prove taxing, Miss O began to train her mind for the ordeals that might lie ahead: a daily study of ancient texts without fail or complaint, not to mention more attention paid the art history of the Northern Masters in an attempt to locate an obscure painting of prophecy.

Unbeknownst to her fellows, the Lady of the Lake began her training, too, for she was committed to meeting Ms. Madeline face-to-face in France, preferably outside a deserted shepherd's hut, undoubtedly in that spot of mystery so dear to her soul, Rennes-le-Gāteau. Olivia's Lone Star and his Green Ray would be the bait, for what good was a key without a lock, she reckoned, or the Grand Mistress of the Salamander Society without her historical grimoire?

Yes, indeed, LOL mused with a determined grin, it was time for Tetuan, T time, indeed.








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