CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
Remi sat in her cramped and stuffy room at the Albion Lodge. On the little desk lay Carter’s transcription of the notebook and the signet ring Sir Bors had given her. Next to those lay the medallion she had taken from the catacombs in Rome. She was staring at them, trying to complete a puzzle for which she lacked most of the pieces.
If the four signet rings spelled out a word, it wasn’t a very long one. The lines inscribed on her ring took up about half of the back surface, with enough blank space to the left to make her think this was the start of the word. If it was the first half of an “N,” then there would be just enough room on the next ring for another letter. If it was the first half of an “M,” then the next letter would have to overlap between two rings.
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