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contain the innocent blood of a young woman, wrongfully accused of witchcraft, and executed because of my family.”
    He stood then and walked around his desk and leaned against its front edge. “It has been in the possession of my family since the ‘Burning Times’; times when those who practiced witchcraft were burned in the fires. Legends say that this stone holds a power, a mystical power over those who are cursed to walk between two worlds; by the light of the day as mortal man, but by the light of the Hunter’s Moon as that of the ‘werewolf’.” he said as he smiled. “But I do not partake in such superstition as this.” he said dismissing any possibility it held.
    “Much of the story has faded in my memory.” he gestured with his hands as he told of the stone. “But one thing remains; it may never be touched by human hands; for whoever touches it Père , will walk the earth forever as a ghost, a spirit; apparition! Though I am not a superstitious man Père, you undertand that I am also not a fool! ”
    Francois re-entered the room carrying a silver tray.
    “Ah! Refreshments! Have some Père?” Louis offered and they both took from the servant’s tray.
    “But even so...” he paused as he continued to sit upon the edge of his desk and took a long sip of the cool drink from his glass. “…even so, there are those who are hunting this.” he said almost laughing at the thought that someone would want it. “Who are hunting this still!” he paused in silent reflection. “And for as long as it is in my possession Père, I am hunted also.” he pulled back then with box in hand holding it out to the priest. “It is time for the curse to pass Father. I am done with it and need it be gone, it must leave my house. You understand Père ?”
    Louis Philippe d'Orléans knelt down then at the chair before the priest. Father Joseph listened in tentatively as Louis Philippe placed the g olden vessel of the ‘Sang Pierre ’ into his hands and continued to speak.
    “As a member of the reigning House of Bourbon, I am the ‘Prince du Sang’ Prince of Blood, soon to return to my homeland, where I will be King. There is Revolution as you know well, where they desecrate the house of God and our country. But I will reclaim what is rightfully mine! But for this, this that has been handed down through my family’s line can no longer be a mark upon our house Père .”
    He bowed his head then as he kissed the hand of the priest.
    “Forgive me Père, but understand that once you accept possession of this, once this passes from the House of Bourbon to the Papacy I will forevermore deny its role in my family’s history. We shall have an unspoken bond between us, yes?”
    “Rex Quondam vos nominatur, PRAEPOSITUS nobis fiet?” Respondit pater in Latin. “Suscipiam et traderent in manus ipse Summus Pontifex, sed et mittam ei gratiam et pictura nobis erit disserendum artificiata?”
    “Once you are named King, we will be made preferential?” The father replied in Latin. “I will accept this and deliver it personally into the hands of His Holiness the Pope, but you will send favor to him and we will have the artifacts and paintings we had discussed?”
    “ C'est fait.”
     
    “It is done.”
     
    Meanwhile, on the European continent across the Atlantic Ocean, through the Mediterranean Sea , Napoléon landed his armies in Fréjus . Within a month the French Revolution would come to an end with the coup d'état of 18 Brumaire (9 November 1799) in which General Napoléon Bonaparte would overthrow the Directoire and replace it with the Consulate.
     
     

     
     
     

 
     
     
     
    Four
     
    Words of Silence
     
     
     
    Invisible words hold power. When used correctly they could wield energy so devastating that it could take a kid a lifetime to overcome! For example, my mama told me when I was little that there was an invisible fence out there in our front yard. And that I couldn’t go past it!
     
    Now I was smart