Vellem eam mihi liberatem fata sinerent natura quant contulit.
I wished fate would grant me freedom, just as nature had granted it to me.
But if one day, you truly gained freedom and walked alone through the desert, would you still want that kind of freedom?
Georgiana set down the travelogue. After Wan Ning's engagement ceremony, Nick and Cao Xi had left Beijing together and set out westward. The difference was that Cao Xi had been exiled there, while Nick was honoring his agreement with the imam and continuing his search for that mysterious race.
The story's ending was rather unexpected. Georgiana had assumed Wan Ning would certainly choose one of them, and that the two men would compete.
There was little useful information left in the book for Georgiana, unless she could get the book Nick had—a book written in Turkish by a Macedonian. The gardener from Tabriz described in it did not seem to be a bad person. He had saved a Shiite girl and let her live in the garden he had arranged.
Many people liked to turn castle gardens into mazes. Combined with the Jiyin People's gift for tending plants and animals, they were naturally suited to be gardeners.
After putting down the book, she turned her gaze to the map of Bruges beside her. Feilier had just found it in the library. Drawn in the sixteenth century, it was hard to say how accurate it was, but it at least marked the names of several major canals.
Venice's canals were not complicated, but its densely packed houses formed a maze. Bruges's canals were not quite like a spiderweb either, yet there was an unfathomable secret here. Was that vial of Holy Blood, brought back from the Crusades by Henry of Alsace, real?
Louis IX had