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into a blank expression. Trying to mask the horror of what could take place if he would be found she forced a pitiful smile and stepped into his office.
    In the dead kings study Louis handed over to Venus her treasured map, acquired during the dark ages of the medieval times. Holding the map which leads to the island unknown to men with a firm grip she walked out leaving the heartless demon behind in his study. Closing the door behind her she looked around in hope to find Edward, investigating behind every window till suddenly she was pulled behind velvet drapes, the heat was infernal, when her eyes acclimatised to the darkness she saw whom she was looking for. He held both of her arms tightly locked within his grasp and asked her “What are you doing here?”
    “A reciprocal question, b esides it's none of your business.” She whispered in vain.
    “Pardon me but did you not see the corpse they transported, it seemed the woman's fate was worse than death.”
    “You saw that.”  She said in voice full of sorrow.
    “Not only did I see it, I heard the woman's piercing screams till her end.” He said. “In fact your conversation with that so called friend of yours seemed as absurdly unhealthy. I heard Venus.”
    Hoping to convince him to flee she tried to lecture him once again on his defiance. “Listen to me, I told you not to come here Edward I warned you, please leave before anyone sees you. I beg you.”
    “Seriously Venus what's happening?” He asked her, but seeing her helplessness in her eyes he tightened his grip and hushed loudly “Answer me!”
    Time may seem endless for some but that very instant seemed as if it was eternity. Venus finally gave in. “Edward if you wish to know the truth, never will you be able to sleep again, never will you look upon me the way you did, with your innocence, and never will you believe me. What does death mean to you? What your imagination dares to create to frighten your conscience, it's all true, every piece of it; dragons, witches, demons, all. But Edward you cannot stay here another instant or your loved ones will never have the opportunity to see you again. Believe me, for I care for you and desire no harm to come to you, go.” Noises were beginning, they accentuated. “Go Edward!” She repeated. He started off, then realised still holding her that she wasn't moving thus wishing him to go alone, he looked at her divine face a rushed away.
    Edward Charleston raced out of the palace gates in hope to find a cab outside, but all he met with was a deserted road. The light poste flickered and then died into the darkness of the night leaving Edward only the moon. His heart accelerated in the pitch blackness of the nocturnal face of the worlds most praised city. Slowly but surely he made his way afoot in hope of find his hotel before dying of fright.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    C hapter Six
    Edward finally arrived when the morning sun beamed in full bloom. Passing the reception the Maître d'hôtel welcomed him. “Good morning Mr. Charleston.” The twittering birds could still be heard from inside the hotel.
    “What time is it?” Asked Edward, wondering how long his escapade took him.
    “Six o'clock sir, you know I didn't see you leave this morning, it's as if you were out all night.” Laughed the man, but the grim exhausted face of Edward told everything. He smiled and nodded his head in courtesy, mounting the stairs towards his suite he began to wonder what will he tell Venus, a detail he hadn't the time to think of while he was the victim of the obscurity of the night. Opening the door prepared to speak he discovered Venus asleep on the couch holding a document, beside her was an untouched breakfast tray. Taking the papers from her he read the title:
    OXFORD UNIVERSITY REPORT
    FRENCH REVOLUTION
    With her hand blackened by ink, and still dressed in her ball gown Edward realised that she has worked on the