«Its not so simple,» Blaise objected quite seriously. «Sometimes the lives of the whole clan is not enough for this.»
«To take the cutters and smash in smithereena something inanimate,» if her entire famous family did not cope with this, then its not surprising why they were killed.
«To catch something evil in a trap, but divine.»
He was afraid of how her eyes were obsessed, exactly two piece of ice, but spoke out loud:
«This is a sculpture head.»
«Setius,» she could even call sculpture by name. Who would have thought that the statues could have names like family members or some pets. Only a crazy family members Rosier could have begun to be able to call sculpturs by name. And Blaise is the last of the family, she honors traditions. Only Mario did not even immediately understand that by name she calls a statue. It was too striking.
«His name is Setius,» she repeated, nodding to the box. «He is the main one.»
His name is! In the present time, usually about the dead speak in the past. Has she still considered this head alive?
«These are just the statues that some madman gave terrible angelic names. Even if we assume that all the legends about your family is true, Blaise» he suddenly stopped. He remembered those rumors about Rosier. «Its just a sculpture,» he repeated stubbornly.
«Will you ever remaine with these sculptures alone, indoors in a closed room. All night.»
How slyly sparkled her eyes.
«Do you want to lure me into trap?»
«I want to bet with you: one night in my family crypt. You will spend it there, make sure they do not live and do not move. And then I will believe you. And you believe yourself.»
How she knew that he hesitated.
I myself take care of the fact that no one has taken all night next to the crypt. Or take with you bodyguards. Let them check: if anyone is hiding behind the tombs, and they themselves still stand at the door. It will be an amazing night.»
«Youre crazy! Good insane!»
«But you would like to check how far my madness extends and where it began.»
«From night, when they killed your whole family. The killers were well prepared, but you managed to somehow arrange a fire and escape.»
«The statues at the same time were present.»
«Stop talking about them, as a living person,» it began to annoy him. «And stop calling them on the names like friends.»
She did not call all seven names, but in his head they sounded as a chorus.
«They carry these names for centuries. The names of the annals of the Bible or some kind of apocrif, but they cannot be called friends. From such friends a harm is more than from enemies.
She clicked the box with a lid, closing the head and its empty marble look, but Mario for some reason shifted the lid again. An inexpressive face suddenly seemed surprisingly evil. The head, though it was limp in a box, but it seemed that the owner of the situation in this office was it.
Blaise, sitting in a chair on the contrary, with enthusiasm waited for an answer.
«A bet?» she repeated. «And you will prove to me that I argued all this time my courage.» Having spent one night with them, you will prove that you are more resistant than me.»
Why should he argue with her, prove something? Yes, because he became curious. Too many legends are associated with a crypt of Rosier. Including myths about great treasures in the crypt.
«Blaise! What happened in the night when your family died? How exactly did you save?»
«Ask them,» she meant, of course, the statues in the crypt,» and if they dont answer you in the night, I will answer the next morning.»
«This is already a good condition for betting. I will at least get something if I win. What do you get?»
«A phenomenon!»
He was inquiring his eyebrows. What does it mean?
«I will get the first person on the earth, which was able to resist them.»
It is curious and difficult to bet with insane. Mario sighed heavily. Why does marble eyes have such a sly expression? This is a game of desk lamp. The light, concealed by lampshade, can create a variety of illusions.
«I still doubt,» he muttered. More for yourself than for her. It is always dangerous to argue on betting with crazy. They do not want, but will bring disaster. But something likely an alcohol, influenced the mind, and the deal suddenly began to appear very seductive.
«But I love to argue to bet with madness,» Blaise again read about what he thought. «That is why I always defeat.»
Head of statue
The head remained lying on the table. How did Blaise be able to cut off it with her stilette? How artfully head was separated from the marble torso! It is not broken, but separated, because at the bottom of the neck was not split, but a smooth cut. Almost mathematical accuracy, line direct, as in drawing. Mario touched it with fingers and got hurt.
Someone called him by name, and it was not a nickname and not the name under which he was officially known. His first baptized name, which gave him a mother and about which he himself almost forgot. The name that failed. A voice from behind the curtains mocked him. A laugh was heard. And from the finger flowed blood. Mario rushed to the window and did not discovere anyone.