Fake Princess
CHAPTER 85
“ You can find the journals of the soothsayers here,” Brother Santo told me. “ All fortune tellers write journals containing prophecies sent by the God Without a Name, as well as some details in their lives. You may read it, but we ask you to use it very carefully and not to take it out of this room. Some of them are very fragile.”
“ No name is written,” I said as I slowly pulled one of the last books off the shelf and opened its first page. This is exactly what I need. Surely the prophecy will be written here, or even more than written, perhaps the astrologer explains it in detail.
Brother Santo shook his head. “ Forecasters took his name off. It brought them closer to the God, who also had no name.”
I've heard of it, when studying various tiger things while still a princess, and as “ scientist” I certainly know it. I found my face blushing. Small mistakes won't help my disguise. “ Of course,” I quickly said. “ I just assumed maybe his name was listed here, in their journal.” I sneaked the book into its original place, and glanced at the end of the empty shelf. “ Shouldn't there be more journals?” I heard myself ask.
“ There is indeed, but what a pity, I cannot hand it over for your research.” Brother Saint pointed at the black cupboard. “ Journals belonging to the last three astrologers are there. We separate it, because no one but the astrologer is allowed to read it.”
Devan let out a choking sound which he belatedly transitioned into a cough. “ We can't read it?” ask Devan.
“ No one can.” The voice of this monk sounds soft, but firm.” Some of the prophecies contained therein may not have taken place, and until that had happened only the soothsayer foretold it and the pilgrim inquiring about it could have known the answer. The only exception is the astrologer now. I'm sorry, but this is our rule.”
I turned around, hoping that the man would take it as a mere disappointment. My sparkle of spirit disappeared like a candle being blown out. I did not care about the contents of the other journals; the soothsayers did not make predictions for Diana. If we cannot read the journals of the last seers, then our arrival is in vain.
Brother Saint left the door open, so I slowly took out another journal from the wall, took it to a table, sat down, and placed the book before me as if I were about to read it. Moments later, the chair next to me swiped on the floor as Devan pulled it.
“ Don't worry,” he said in my ear. “ We find another way. We can sneak in at night or something, or do something, pry the closet, and read the journal.”
I shook my head, trying to ignore the burning sensation behind my eyes. “ His fingers are cast in spells. I can feel it. Paula once showed me that kind of spell. Only the key can open the closet. You won't even be able to burn it, cut it with an ax.”
“ Then we will get the key.”
“ We don't know where the key is.”
“ We will find it. Or maybe we can forget all this and ask the astrologer directly about the whereabouts of the real Diana—, because you believe he is still alive.”
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