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"And this made sense, of course They'd wait till Da whatever such counts or dukes did, and then they'd meet, do their dance around the fountain, and make love

Wynken bedded each of the women in turn; or sometimes they celebrated various patterns All this is recorded more or less in the books

Well, they got caught

"Damien castrated and stabbed Wynken in front of the women and put theation, the frightened wo to their love for Wynken and how he had coh the books; and the brother took all those books, all twelve of the books of Wynken de Wilde, everything this artist had ever created, you understand¡ª"

"His ieny! His books! And Daarden by the fountain that appears in all the little pictures in the books! Blanche could look out on it every day froround where Wynken had been laid to rest No trial, no heresy, no execution, nothing like that He just murdered his brother, it was as sie amounts of money Who knows if it was even necessary? Did the monastery love Wynken? The monastery is a ruin nohere tourists come to snap pictures As for the castle, it was obliterated in the bo of the First World War "

"Ah But what happened after that, how did the books get out of the coffin? Do you have copies? Are you speaking of"

"No, I have the originals of every one I have come across copies, crude copies, made at the behest of Eleanor, Blanche's cousin and confidante, but as far as I know they stopped this practice of copiesThere were only twelve books And I don't kno they surfaced I can only guess "

"And what is your guess?"

"I think Blanche went out in the night with the other wo up the body, and took the books out of the coffi

n, or whatever poor Wynken's reht the way it was "

"You think they'd do that?"

"Yes, I think they did it I can see the, the five woether Can't you?"

"Yes "

"I think they did it because they felt the way I do! They loved the beauty and the perfection of those books Lestat, they knew they were treasures, and such is the power of obsession arid such is the power of love And who knows, maybe they wanted the bones of Wynken It's conceivable Maybe one woers and, ah, I don't know "

It seehastly picture suddenly, arid it put er's hands, which I had chopped off sloppily with a kitchen knife and due of these hands beforethe bar in anxiety