Chapter Seven
Maids of Mer

The friend and compatriot Olivia knew as Lady of the Lake returned to her own library as a prelude to the planned expedition to RLG. She advised her earnest friend to do the same, directing Miss O to read a popular translation of the Emerald Tablets by an author known as Doreal.

While Olivia studied the text of Thoth the Atlantean, rumored priest-king of Egypt, LOL read and remembered the first time she had seen the words: If the light is in you, the light which is engraved in these tablets will respond.

Doreal's preface to Thoth's masterpiece also had revealed: Now, a word as to the material aspect of the tablets. They consist of twelve tablets of emerald green, formed from a substance created through alchemical transmutation. They are imperishable, resistant to all elements and substances. In effect, the atomic and cellular structure is fixed, no change ever taking place. In this respect, they violate the material law of ionization.

At the same time as the White Popess reflected on that passage, Olivia was absorbing the statement, Upon them are engraved characters in the ancient Atlantean language: characters which respond to attuned thought waves, releasing the associated mental vibration in the mind of the reader.

"Duke, honey, listen to what this book says," Miss O urged her mate, who was more interested in tuning his guitar that had been born of a tree in Catalonia. "Listen, okay? The tablets are fastened together with hoops of golden-colored alloy suspended from a rod of the same material. So much for the material appearance. The wisdom contained therein is the foundation of the ancient mysteries. And for the one who reads with open eyes and mind, his wisdom shall be increased a hundred-fold. Pretty good, huh? I wonder if they really are hidden at Rennes-le-Gâteau...you think?"

"What?" Domenico asked dreamily before breaking into one of his favorite troubador songs, Vincent by the modern day musician poet, Don McLean.

"Gods, you are going to make me cry - stop it," Olivia smiled, wiping a tear at the combined effect of haunting lyric, Duke's angelic voice and the trill of honeyed-toned strings.







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