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The Royal Puzzle
Catherine Nightingale
Katherine Mayfair a student at Oxford studying Rennaisance literature and working on her Shakespeare paper. Though her academic life looks perfect, she doesn’t get along with her father Professor Winters.One day when Katherine’s father gets missing and she’s nearly kidnapped only for a stranger to interfere to the last minute, to save her life, Katherine grasps that from now her life is under threat.

The Royal Puzzle

Catherine Nightingale
To Natali and Mary whom I have the pleasure to call my sisters.

Обложка Alekmag Ai, creater pictures
Иллюстрации Alekmag Ai, creater pictures

© Catherine Nightingale, 2024

ISBN 978-5-0065-1222-1
Created with Ridero smart publishing system
“I would not wish any companion in the world but you.”
– The Tempest,

“The royal letter playlist”
1. Thomas Newman | Spectre End Title
2.Thomas Newman | Secret Room
3.Thomas Newman | Westminster Bridge
4.Billie Eilish | No Time To Die
5.Sam Smith | Writing’s On The Wall
6.Ed Sheeran | Photograph
7.Ed Sheeran | Autumn Leaves
8.Ed Sheeran | Bad Habits
9.Ed Sheeran | Kiss Me
10.Sam Tinnesz feat. Yacht Money | Play with Fire (feat. Yacht Money)
11.Adele | Easy On Me
12.John Barry | The James Bond Theme (From “Dr. No”)
13.Shakespeare In Love – Stephen Warbeck | The DeLesseps dance
14.Lorne Balfe | Scholastic Sanctuary
15.Lorne Balfe | To Be Close To You
16.Lorne Balfe | Until The Day I Die
17.Lorne Balfe | Every Year
18.Joseph Trapanese | Final Goodbye
19.Matthew Morrison | We Own The Night
20.Florent Mothe, Camille Lou | Quelque chose de magique
21.Christina Aguilera | Anywhere But Here
22. Philippe Rombi; Frederic Chopin | Nocturne N°20 en do diese mineur op.

Prologue
– Dinner’s ready, dear. Come along.
– Yes, darling. I’ll be there in a minute.
A woman in her sixties was laying the table for dinner in a spacious dining room. It was six in the evening and the sun was about to set. The sky was coloured in pink and orange, colours which indicated that tomorrow it’s going to be pretty windy. The flames creaking in the fireplace warming up the room. Evenings in October tend to be quite cold here in Stratford.
A man in his early seventies walked into the room smiling at his beloved wife.
– How’s it going with the Leicester’s eastate renovation? – Eleanor Winters enquired her husband.
– It appears that it’s going to take more time than expected. – Mr. Winters replied.
– I’m just curious, why has the government decided to renovate it now? It has been in ruins for ages…
I know exactly why. I fear, the true purpose might attract all sorts of crooks, treasure hunters and smugglers. I can hardly imagine those outlawed people flooding the country. For God’s sake! Something has to be done…
– I suppose, the government cares deeply about our historical heritage, Eleanor.
– Yes, but why now? There are loads of other problems to deal with, rather than getting busy with these ancient estate remnants.
– Don’t be so hard on them, deary! After all if not for these remnants I’d be unemployed. – A light smile touched Kenneth’s features.
I hate lying to the ones I love, unfortunately I have to out of duty. I can’t put Eleanor at risk. Something has to be done, without getting my family involved.
– Kenneth? Kenneth? – Eleanor’s voice distracted Kenneth from his thoughts.
– Yes, honey? -Mr. Winters answered, confused.
– Is anything troubling you? You look concerned.
– There’s nothing to worry about, my love. This day was quite tiresome. That’s all. – He leaned forward kissing his wife to comfort her.
– Has there been any word from Katherine, since she last visited us? – Kenneth asked wearing a grim expression.
– She called two days ago promising to visit us in two weeks as there’s loads of work to be done on her Shakespeare paper. Weren’t you the same as a student? Please, don’t be so grim. She did what she had to do, darling.
– Refusing my name? Walking away from everything I’ve achieved throughout the years exploring the Tudors history? -Mr. Winters smirked.
– She didn’t go into your steps simply because she’s so badly in love with English literature and Shakespeare’s work, in particular. Besides, your name would have prevented her from achieving everything herself. You’re a well-known historian and the leading member of the Royal Historical Society above all.
– Is that a bad thing? – Kenneth shrugged.
– Not at all, my love. It’s just, – she hesitated, – she’s been independent for as long as we can remember, and all your ranks and titles leave no chance to enter the scientific world on her own. – Eleanor put her hand on her husband’s shoulder.
– May be you’re right. But I’m still certain that she’s made a childish mistake, besides our longtime dispute still bothers me. It was pretty disrespectful of her to leave the house in such manner. I wish, things could have been different. – Kenneth sighed.
– We both do, darling. Don’t beat yourself up. I’m sure time will come to make things right. – comforted Eleanor her sad husband.
– Your words go to God’s ears! -Mr. Winters sighed filled with fatigue.
– I think all this hustle and bustle exhausted me tremendously. It’s such a fine evening it would be foolish of me to stay home. Jackson, come here, boy! -Kenneth cried out calling the dog. A fluffy little corgi dashed into the dining room with it’s tail wagging. Mr. Winters patted the dog on the head adjusting a leash to it’s collar.
– Be sure to return by dark, dear, -Eleanor asked, her voice filled with worry.
– No worries, darling. I’ll be back before you know it. – Kenneth smiled leaving the house.
Fresh air has definitely brightened up Mr. Winters’ mood. He was walking around the neighborhood feeling cool breeze on his cheeks.
– The weather is truly wonderful, isn’t it, Jackson? -Kenneth marvelled looking at the dog. Jackson running smoothly beside his master with his tongue out breathing steadily.
Suddenly a huge black van appeared out of nowhere. Approaching Kenneth it came at a halt. He could have been killed! Two intruders turned out of the shadows: a bulked-up thug and a lanky short man, wearing black got out taking grasp of Kenneth.
– What is the meaning of this? Who are you? What do you want from me? -Kenneth exclaimed furiously.
– Keep quiet, old chap, or someone’s gonna get hurt! -the tallest of strangers roared forcing Mr. Winters into the van.
Jackson barking trying to chase off the two men.
– Shut up, you mutt! -one of the brutes blurted trying to hit the dog.
– Run Jackson, run! Save yourself! -Mr. Winters exclaimed.
The van fled in an unknown direction leaving Jackson in the middle of the street barking heavily.

PART I

Chapter 1 A Mysterious Savior
It was a tough day at Oxford. October is usually a difficult month to get through. So many works to submit. Finally the day is over and I can have a proper Earl Grey cup of tea at my favourite “The Grande Cafe”.
With all these thoughts buzzing in her head Katherine was heading home after a long and busy day at the Faculty of Literature. Her paper on Shakespeare has already took her about two years. She did love exploring old Oxford libraries full of various folios with those cracking with years bindings. The atmospere in the library was exquisite. It’s just, spending so much time in closed spaces devasted her a bit and Katherine was really happy to finally escape the building and spend the remainder of the day walking the cosy streets of Oxford inhaling this fresh evening air and just enjoying some me time.
That’s funny… I can actually feel someone’s eyes on my back…
Katherine turned around to break her suspicions.
Nothing… – Well, I have probably spent too much time in those stuffy libraries. I start making things up. Come on, just relax! Goodness gracious! Why haven’t I considered wearing something warmer and more comfortable than this silk black dress. Sometimes, fashion forces to make foolish decisions…
Soon, the shiny Grand Cafe was finally withinh her grasp and Katherine hurried up to get inside.
At least, inside this cosy place my mind will stop playing tricks on me. I’m despearate for a cup of hot black tea.
When getting to the counter, Katherine spotted a handsome man in his early forties sitting next to the window. His face features delicate, sharp, and manly. His thick brown hair with a little touch of grey to his tempeles and beard. The stranger was busy typing something on his laptop. He was wearing a chocolate-brown three-piece-suit with his jacket hanging on the chair back. Suddenly the man raised his eyes from the screen and they shared a glance.
Seems like he’s smiling at me with those ocean-like quartz eyes. Must be one of our Oxford professors having a rest after a busy teaching day. Getting students’ attention can be difficult these days. But why does he keep starring at me?
Katherine could have continued this chain of suggestions but then she realised why did she come here in the first place.
– Hello – she addressed an accountant.
– Good evening Miss. What can I get you?
– I’d like a cup of an Earl Grey please.
– Anything to eat?
– No thanks, just some tea.
– That’s 4.95, please.
– Here you go. Thanks.
With her tea on a tray Katherine started scanning the place for the best table to sit at. There was a nice one near the fireplace.
I do like English cafes for such cosy corners.
Heading to the table, seating herself down, Katherine took her laptop out of a backpack (quite heavy to carry actually, but she had years of practise) and opened it.
Ok, so what do we have here.


Katherine opened her inbox to see a notification of one new message. As she was about to look into it the door swung open revealing two men of large and medium height on the threshold. They closed the door noisily and went straight to the counter.
– Hey, bimbo! -one of the strangers exclaimed with an Ameican accent that sounded so aesthetically displeasing…
Why do Americans always behave as they are the masters of the world?
These two annoyed Katherine a great deal.
They ordered some beer and were on their way to the table next to the door when they saw Katherine and stumbled.
– Hey, Ax isn’t that this chic the boss told us to get hold of?
– I suppose you’re right, Dirk. Let me check the pic. Damn, it is her! We are pretty lucky today!
They left the beer on the counter and moved right to Katherine’s table.
– Hey, babe! Feeling bored around here?
Oh God! I do hate the manner they address women! Some etiquette lessons would do them good.
– I beg your pardon? – asked Katherine taken aback.
– “I beg your pardon” tried a man whose name as we have already learned was Dirk, to mock at Katherine’s intonations. – British bitches, why do they always speak like some kind of royalty? Listen, stop playing games. You go with us now, and no one’s going to get hurt. You refuse, we shred up this place and bring you a lot of pain!
– I think you’re mistaken. I have no idea what you’re talking about and I’m going nowhere! -Katherine replied firmly.
– Why are you always so rude, Dirk? She’s a lady.-the middle height man whose name was Axel cut him off. – Listen, miss, we’d like you to come with us and you’d better contemplate carefully before refusing.
That chap is definitely more intelligent than his gorrila of a friend.
– Once again, I’m not going anywhere. Leave me alone, would you?
– She’s all yours!
Dirk grasped Katherine’s hand tightly and was about to force her to get up from the chair when a hand shook his shoulder.
– Problem, gentlemen? -it was the quartz-eyed man.
I bet the shorter one will leave all the dirty business to his giant friend. Though, he won’t stand a chance in a fight against the mysterious savior. With such a built, broad shoulders and powerful arms he’s a match for anyone.
– Who the hell are you? -Dirk blurted hastily.
– Wrong question, sir. I see you are disturbing this young woman and judging from her frightened face, I assune you’re not her friends. Why don’t you let her be and leave the place immediately? – the gentleman said confidently looking them straight in the eye.
– You’re a quickwitted chap, hah? Let’s see how your little brain works after I smash it into the wall! Out of my way! -Dirk exclaimed menacingly.
– Sorry to disappoint, but you’ll never see that happening. Once again, let the young woman be, before I make you. There will be no more warnings.-the man’s tone getting less polite and more demanding.
– I think that’s none of your business, sir. said Ax. – Get back to your table and proceed with that silly English tea you Brits drink day and night. Never understood this fucking tradition of yours.-the thugs bursted out laughing. -That was probably one of your best jokes, bro! -Dirk remarked laughing like a hyena.
– This conversation is getting on my nerves.-the stranger remarked irritably, towering over Axel.
– Dispose of him! -Axel commanded.
– Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you.-the savior remarked taking a glass of beer from the table cracking it on Dirk’s head. Ax took out a knife trying to hit Katherine’s savior. No luck. The stranger was as fast as a bullet. In seconds he gripped the thin man’s hand and smashed him into the wall.
– Watch out! -Katherine alerted as Dirk rose up with a chair in his arms trying to hit the stranger. The man managed to dodge, as the chair flew towards him crashing the bar. They got in a massive fight when finally the stranger pushed the hulk hard straight into the glass door.
– Pardon the intrusion, ladies and gentlemen. Have a nice evenig! -the stranger apologised with his usual charm. Then he came up to Katherine. – Are you all right, Miss?
– Well, yes, thanks to you! Goodness gracious, what on Earth did they want from me anyway? If not for your interference, I can’t even imagine what could have happend…
– It’s all over, Miss. These two are not going to disturb you anymore. Someone, call the police! -he cried helping Katherine out of the cafe grasping his jacket.


– You’re trembling,. Here.-the gentleman pulled his jacket over her shaking shoulders. -That’s better. The shock will be over soon. Sorry for all that mess. I just can’t stand Yankees harming fine English ladies.
– I don’t know how to repay you for your actions. One against two. That’s risky… You could have got hurt badly.-Katherine’s voice sounded concerned.
– I’ve had worse, trust me! -the stranger remarked with a smile, exposing dimples and little wrinkles next to his eyes.
He has such an inviting smile, I should say. And those little wrinkles make this gentleman really charming.
– I owe you my life, but I still haven’t enquired about your name. How rude of me.
– Daniel, at your service, Miss.-he took her hand and kissed it gently.
– Katherine. Pleased to meet you.
– The pleasure is all mine.-Daniel responded.
Have I timetravelled? Do such men still exist? He resembels that fairy-tale shiny armoured knight. How did he end up in this cafe, anyway? And most importantly, where did a regular Oxford professor learn hand-to-hand combat? Oh, dear, my head is flooded with questions. That’s enough for today.
– Katherine, are you all right? -Daniel inquired observing her puzzlement.
– Fine, thanks. Still in shock.
– Would you mind if I escort you home? For the sake of security, of course.
– Oh, I owe you so much, and that’s really kind of you, but I’m sorry. I have to decline your offer, as we barely know each other.
– Fair enough. Let me at least call you a cab, so that there are no other intrusions on your way home. – he offered politely.
– That would be nice, if I’m not bothering you? – Katherine accepted.
– Not at all.
Katherine was about to take off the jacket when Daniel stopped her – Keep it. You’ll need it tonight.
– But, how am I supposed to give it back to you? -Katherine asked surprisingly.
– May I take your phone.-he reached out his hand waiting for Katherine to hand the phone.
Katherine doubted for a moment. Sharing one’s phone with a stranger might be dangerous, but taking into account what has just happened, it worth the risk.
– Here you are.
Katherine’s rescurer took the phone and started tapping the screen saving his number.
– Call me in case you need help. -the stranger remarked holding out the phone.
– I really don’t know how to pay you back, Daniel. – Katherine replied smiling.
– No worries, love. I’ve done what every true gentleman would do in my place. – he opened an app and got Katherine a cab.
As she was getting inside he bent over smiling – Have a safe trip!
– Thanks for everything! I really appreciate your help. -Katherine replied smiling back.
The taxi set off leaving Katherine’s savior behind.

Chapter 2 Out Of The Blue
– Where to, Miss? -the driver inquired, as soon as the cab started moving.
– 23 Victoria Street, please. -Katherine replied, trying to get comfortable at the back seat.
I assume, Maggie’s house is the only secure place I can possibly stay in now.
Maggie Rivers, an Oxford dweller. She has spent most of her life here. Born into a family of English Literature professors, she’s been keen on literature since early childhood. Comes as no surprise that she made up her mind on following in her parents’ footsteps and entering Oxford in order to get a Bachelor’s Degree in Literature and currently being busy with getting her Master’s Degree in Charles Dickens’ work.
I remember my very first day at university, as if it was yesterday. Feeling a bit confused and puzzled, surrounded by complete strangers. Well, that’s what usually happen to a freshperson. I was thrilled anticipating the very first lecture I had to visit. I remember, entering the auditorium, realizing that this is probably the very hall so many outstanding historical figures walked into, being in an identical situation I found myself at the time. Those were the days!
As I finally located a suitable seat and sat myself down, a chest-nut, blue-eyed girl of my age enquired if the seat next to me was available. We started chatting and that small talk marked the begining of a long-lasting intimate friendship.
Maggie Rivers’ family was quite a well-to-do one so, as long as Richard and Sarah Rivers got retired they found themselves being fed up with all this Oxford hustle and bustle. That’s when they decided to move to the countryside in Scotland, handing their Oxford house down to Maggie, as she was still about to graduate. 23 Victoria Street was the one, where Maggie resided.
As the cab reached it’s final destination it came to a halt.
– The trip has been paid, Miss. Have a nice evening! -the driver wished politely.
– Thanks a lot, same to you! -Katherine thanked him leaving the cab.
It was pretty chilly outside, making Katherine regret wearing this silk black dress again.
As she reached Maggie’s house treshold, Katherine knocked on the door. There was some noise behind the door and then it opened up.
Maggie was standing right in front of Katherine wearing a dressing gown.
– Meg, I’m terribly sorry for disturbing you that late, it’s just… – Katherine stumbled – Something’s happened and you’re the only person I can go to.
– Jesus, Kat, you’re as pale as a ghost! What happened? -Maggie’s face filled with worry.
– Maggie, darling, who’s there?
Is that…
Katherine couldn’t believe her ears, disbelief readble on her face.
– Oh, Kat? What a pleasant surprise! -Peter greeted her. Peter Rhyes, one more university friend. A skilled programmer. -What brings you here at this hour?
– Pete? That’s a surprise! I didn’t know you two were dating? Congratulations! -Katherine answered, her voice full of amazement.
– Well, we were about to tell you. You know, it’s usually hard to find an appropriate moment for such things. -Peter confessed a bit confused.
– Fair enough! You two are masters of surprises.-a light smile touching Katherine’s features.
– Come in, come in. You’re shaking! -Maggie said inviting Katherine inside. – Let me fetch some tea. Make yourself at home. Peter, help Katherine out, would you?
– Come on, Kat. -Peter taking Katherine by her shoulders getting her to the sofa. – I think you two have a lot to talk about, Meg. It’s high time I left.
– Don’t be ridiculous, darling. We have no secrets to keep from friends. – Maggie snorted.
– That’s very kind of you, but to my mind, there are things that should stay between girls.-Peter smiled playfully giving Maggie a soft kiss.
I’ve always appreciated Peter’s sense of tact, no matter what. Maggie is such a lucky person to have him by her side!
– That’s why I love you, dear! You’re such a gentleman! -Maggie praised her boyfriend kissing him back.

Chapter 3 A Disturbing Message
– So, Kat, is there anything I should know? -Maggie enquired with an aprehensive look.
Should I tell her now, or can it wait until the morning. I do have to digest a lot, considering what I’ve been through tonight.
– I suppose, no. I’m really sorry for such a late intrusion, but I suppose it would be reasonable to spare the information for tomorrow. There is still a lot to figure out.
– I see. For the record, you can trust me with whatever it is. You know that, right?
– Of course, Meg. It’s just… It’s been a long evening.
How rude of me to keep secrets from my one and only intimate friend, but freaking her out with all the details of the cafe fight would be even worse.
– I’ll prepare a berth for you. There is this brand new sofa Peter and I purchased a while ago. Such a comfy sleeping place.
– That would be great, Meg. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to repay you.
– Don’t mention it. Aren’t best friends designed to help each other out?
– No arguing.
As soon as the beds were ready, and the two friends had some herbal tea to make their sleep deeper, Katherine decided to finally check out her inbox being extremely agitated. Maggie was already having a deep sleep.
Meg is that rare kind of person who sleeps like a baby. These days it’s something of a superpower.
Katherine felt her hands trembling when opening the laptop. An agitating thought was endeavouring her mind as fast as a lightning during a thunderstorm.
It’s from dad. Goodness gracious, we haven’t seen each other for ages. I realise our relationship has been far from excellent, but let’s hope father hasn’t got himself into all sorts of trouble.
When opening the message Katherine was stroke by the very first lines that got into her sight:
My dearest Kitty, if you’re reading this letter, then I’m afraid I got myself into real trouble, that only you are currently able to get me out of. I’ve been tracked down and spied for the last few days. I’ve made a groundbreaking discovery that might change the British history, and the history of the Tudors precisely, forever!
Oh, father! You’ll never change. Even being in grave danger, you keep using those pretentious phrases…
And this discovery is the very reason I’ve been followed recently. These are dangerous people that will stop at nothing when it comes to treasure. All the information I’ve collected concerning this treasure I have cautiously submitted to one of my most loyal friends (I don’t want any harm coming to you because of this data). Unfortunately, now you’re the only one to solve this mystery. In case you get into trouble, don’t hesitate to contact Daniel Lawrence. He’s one of my best students. You can trust him. He’ll take care of you.
Oh, father… What could possibly happen to you? If only I could rewind everything like those old video tapes I used to watch as a child, things could have been different. I shouldn’t have let those insulting words out of my mouth the last time we saw each other…
Katherine nearly bursted out crying, pulling herself together at the last moment when realising there was Maggie sleeping next door. A tear of despair ran down her cheek.
P.S.My beloved daughter, I’ve messed up. Forgive me all the rude words I happend to tell you in the course of our last meeting. I want you to know, I didn’t mean any of it. It might be my last letter, so please, don’t hold it against me. You and your mother are and will remain the only people I hold dear in this world.
Katherine spent the remainder of the night sobbing into her pillow. That was too much to withstand…

Chapter 4 A Friendly Chat
When getting up the next morning Katherine went straight to the bathroom, to spare her friend the worry about her restless ‘weeping all night long’ looks.
I’ve already made her agitated enough, when turning up at her treshold out of the blue. Actually, my face doesn’t look that bad. No, it does… At least I have to try.
Having washed her face to make it look as normal as possible, Katherine went straight to the kitchen, wearing as calm expression as possible. Maggie was in the middle of cooking breakfast.
– Maggie, I’m so grateful for letting me stay overnight! Forgive me for appearing on your treshold out of the blue. -Katherine thanked her best friend.
– Oh, please, don’t mention it! We discussed it early on, didn’t we? Are we not friends after all? – Maggie comforted her friend. – By the way, you haven’t told me yet, about what happened last night? When turning up at my door you seemed confused, frightened and messed up? Is there anything I should know? -Katherine’s friend enquired.
Should I let her know, or keep it all secret? She might get into a big trouble after hearing what I got myself involved into… I should probably keep quite about my father’s email and all this British legacy and Tudors stuff. Probably, my encountering Daniel would be enough to feed her curiosity, and keeping away from all sorts of problems that might arise.


– So, let’s hear it? – Maggie taking a pose of one of those “Good Morning Britain”[1] (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Good_Morning_Britain_(2014_TV_programme)) hosts ready to delve into their guest’s story.
– Well, I met someone last night, under extraordinary circumstances. He…
– Heeeeeeee! – Maggie cut her off cheerfully. – Christ, you finally met someone!!! The world’s turned upside down!!!
– Stop making fun of me, Maggie! You know it’s something I’m really sensitive about. Love is not something to make quick decisions about. – Katherine smirked.
– Oh, come on! Don’t be too hard on me. Honestly, I’m happy there’s finally someone who managed to make an impression on you. -Maggie noted, hugging her friend tightly.
– I know you are. Forgive me my rudeness. There’s been a lot of stress lately. If not for Daniel… Oh, God! – Katherine couldn’t finish the phrase hiding her head in her hands.
– So, Daniel. That’s quite the name I should say. Is he handsome? Witty? -Maggie enquired trying to calm Katherine down.
I have to be honest, she does know how to cheer people up.
– I’m sorry for being so annoyingly nervous, it’s just – Katherine gasped. – I’ve never been assaulted before…
– Jesus Christ! Assaulted? Are you serious? -Maggie exclaimed leaping up from the chair getting a glass to pour some water. -Who would do such a thing? – she handed the glass to Katherine.
– If only I knew – Katherine sighed eagerly drinking water, emptying the glass at a draught, tears running down her cheeks.
– Ok, just stay calm, don’t worry! Whatever happened, it’s over now. Come. – Maggie embraced her friend directing her to the sofa nearby.
Having seated comfortably, Katherine proceeded – There were two of them, American enforcers trying to make me follow them…
– Well, I’m not surprised at all. Having watched all sorts of American action films, I know exactly how they act. -Maggie frowned.
It’s not an action film, though! It was shockingly real…
– Then, suddenly, Daniel appeared behind them. I wish you could see the way he beat them up. – a light smile crossing Katherine’s face finally calming her down.
– Wow, is he some kind of ‘James Bond’[2] (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Bond_(literary_character)) then? -Maggie sighed gleefully.
– That’s as maybe, I’m not sure a regular Oxford professor is aware of such fighting techniques, well if it’s not some kind of a hobby.
– Well, you never know.-Maggie giggled, imagining one of their straight-faced English Literature professors having a martial art class.
Katherine bursting out laughing watching her friend’s face expression.
– I like the way you can brighten the day, Maggie.-Katherine remarked. – I guess that’s why Peter started going out with you. By the way, when were you going to tell me? He’s our mutual friend? We’ve known each other for ages. Besides, I don’t recall you falling for IT specialists. I thought you’ve always considered them dull and far from those macho guys you used to hang out with?
– Things change, you know. He appeared to be completely the opposite of what I imagined. As they say, don’t judge a book by it’s cover. I’d never thought finding you in a company of a “James Bond’ type of guy, and yet, here you are.
Neither had I.
– No kidding, I’m really happy for you both! -Katherine confessed hugging her friend.
– I know you are! Anyway, let’s get back to the point, what’s next? Are you going to keep in touch with him?
– I don’t know, really. He made sure I can give him a call in case of emergency.
– Well, I might sound banal, but there’s always a ‘case of emergency’ to come up with as far as one’s love interest is concerned.
– Ah, I wouldn’t call him a ‘love interest’. We barely know each other. I’m simply grateful for getting me out of trouble. One against two, that’s suicide! – Katherine shuddered at the thought.
– May be, but I’m sure you won’t deny his good looks?
– I won’t. That would be a delusion. – Katherine smiled at the thought.

Chapter 5 A Ransacked Home
Having spent a restless night caused by the evening incident and an unsettling email sent by her dad and chit-chatting with her friend over breakfast, Katherine was now heading back to her flat aware of the fact that it might be indiscreet after being attacked by two bastards, though still hoping things won’t get worse.
Anyway, there’s still a chance these two bruisers still figuring out my place of residence. I have few things with me, so I cannot possibly get along without packing up. I am about to move house, after all.
Katherine carried on repeating these phrases in her head as some kind of mantra, trying to calm herself down and make sure she has made the right decision to get back home.
This mysterious and disturbing email coming from my dad. Something’s off here. My dad is a man of character and he would only send such kind of letter as a last resort, that’s for sure. What did he mean by saying “If you’re reading this letter, I’m currently in great danger?”
With such thoughts on her mind Katherine reached the door of her flat and halted in shock. The door was open with the lock being savagely ripped.
“What the…” – Katherine nearly cursed in shock. Entering the room she witnessed quite a spectacle. All her stuff being thrown around the room. Chair thrown, books lying open all around the floor.
Who could actually have caused such a mess? What have I gotten myself into? These two American gorillas are behind all of this, no doubt!
Fearful that there still might be someone inside, Katherine stepped out into the hall and went straight down to the main entrance with her entire body quavering.
When getting outside she made out a bench close to the park nearby. This bench appeared to be a real salvation, as Katherine felt her trembling legs giving way. Having finally settled down, Katherine took out the phone and entered her mailbox searching for the incoming message from her father she read overnight.
“If you you end up in trouble, don’t hesitate to contact Prof. Daniel Lawrence. He’s one of my best students. He’ll take care of you. Feel free to trust him.”
I guess, for now, Prof. Lawrence is my only option…

Chapter 6 A Call To Salvation
Katherine double checked Prof. Lawrence’s contact details before making up her mind on the next possible scenario the outcome of which was terrifyingly blurry.
So, what do we have here:
“Associate Professor Daniel Lawrence.”
Faculty of History, George Street, Oxford, OX1 2RL
01865 343-211-72
daniellawrencehistory@gmail.com”.
I see, consider I should start my search at Gerorge Street, or even make a call in advance, not to drop from the clouds. Poor manners are out of favour.
Setting foot to George Street, sanctum sanctorum of History, the place where all the professors and students were hanging out in their daily “learn and study” routine, and fishing her mobile out of her backpack side pocket, where Katherine tended to keep her cell phone, she felt a slight buzzing (turning on a rington was not in her custom, as an abrupt sound of an incoming call startled her every single time. This habit drove her closest friends and family mad as they couldn’t reach her in case of emergency. “What can I say. I have a sensitive ear, besides, I don’t want to embarass myself on public transport with people gaping at me every time I jump out of my skin when receiving a sudden call”. -Katherine said in her defence).
Who might that be? The circumstances I’m currently finding myself in, receiving an unexpected call is even more intimidating than usual.
Upon closer examination Katherine nearly dropped the phone.
This is not happening… Am I dreaming?
She took one more glance at the contact details from the email.
It has to be him. But how did he find out I was about to give a call? Is this professor some sort of “Charles Xavier” type of guy or the Delphi Oracle? Okay, assumptions aside, just answer the call.
– Hello.
– Hello, is that Katherine? -the familiar voice inquired.
The cafe savior…
– Yes. Who’s speaking?
– Oh, thank God! I’m glad I made it to you. It’s Daniel. The cafe last night, remember?
– Oh, sure. Daniel. It’s so nice to hear from you and may I tell you how grateful I am for saving my life yesterday.
– Oh, please, don’t mention it. I’m glad I could be at service to you. I was just wondering if you are safe and sound and out of trouble? Frankly speaking, I’ve been anxious about you since yesterday. Your well-being made me quite unsettling.
– Oh, how very kind of you to enquire. I don’t want to be a drag. I’m sure you have a lot on your plate…
Seriously, you’ve only just met the guy! Overwhelming a near stranger with personal issues is quite a “mauvais ton”.
– Please, Ms. Winters, feel free to share whatever it is with me.-Daniel responded to dispel all the doubts and inconviniences.
– Well, to be perfectly honest, a great deal of things took place overnight and this morning, and I’m afraid there’s no one else I can turn to.
– Ok, please, Ms. Winters, firstly, don’t panic and calm down. I’m afraid I’m having a lecture in five minutes. How does it sound if we meet in my office at George Street to sort everything out?
– Sounds good. – Katherine replied with relief vibrating through her body.
– Perfect. The lecture finishes at 2.30 p.m. When getting inside the faculty let the receptionist know that you’ve got an appointment with Prof.Lawrence. I’ll make sure they escort you straight to the office. Wait there for me, will you?
– Of course. I owe you a lot, Mr.Lawrence.-Katherine replied, her voice full of gratitude.
– Ms. Winters, would you please stop thanking me? I’m a man of honour and trust me, for now, that’s the least I can do.-Daniel pleaded, his voice as comfortable and soothing as usual.
I should probably stop thanking people too much.
– See you in the office then?
– Sure. See you soon.
Having hung up, Katherine went on thinking what has just happened.
Trusting a stranger? Is it really a safe way? Well, I suppose in this situation it’s my ONE and ONLY way out. I shouldn’t forget that it’s due to Professor Lawrence that I’m still walking these streets and not struggling to get out of some dungeon or wherever they tend to keep hostages.
With these disturbing thoughts in mind, Katherine went straight to Gerorge Street, hoping to clear up all this mess she had absolutely no idea how to deal with.

Chapter 7 Balliol College
Balliol College was about twenty minutes away from where Katherine resided, so it didn’t take her long to get there. When getting through a massive set of doors reminding the passers by of a medieval “Game of Thrones” -like castle gate, Katherine found herself inside an archway taking her straight to the college campus.
Every time I enter such a space, I feel just like Lyra Belaqua[3] (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lyra_Belacqua)scouting the corridors of Jordan College and exploring all the hidden corners of Oxford. Hope HBO won’t screw up the last season of “His Dark Materials”[4] (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/His_Dark_Materials_(TV_series)) they scheduled for Christmas.
Contemplating books, TV shows and films was a usual thing for Katherine when feeling uneasy.
Although, Jordan College[5] (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Locations_in_His_Dark_Materials)is fictional, it has so much in common with its Oxford counterparts.
Walking through the archway, Katherine spotted some floral carvings on its upper part.
It was an ordinary “learn and study” day at Balliol College with the students in their early or mid-twenties, scattered all around the place. Some of them sitting on the lawn being in the middle of a lively discussion, others debating some hot issues or just having a good laugh in each other’s company.
Wish I could time travel to experience my bachelor degree days once more. Such moments are eternal!
Walking the gravel path, Katherine remembered to check her watch so that she doesn’t get late for the meeting. She was a type of a person who chose classic watch with a dial and an hour hand over a smart one. “These new gdgets you guys wear day and night kill all the charm”. – Katherine retorted whenever she had a light dispute over new technologies with her friends, trying to convince Katherine to change her attitude towards smart watch. To be honest, they already got used to her ways of life. No matter what people thought, Katherine liked it that way.
2.40. Great I still have some time to spare.
She couldn’t help but enjoying the majestic gothic buldings with spiral towers, sophisticated carvings decorating the roofs and walls of Balliol College.
Unbelievable! Every inch of these set of buildings has a story to tell. Whatever they may say, there’s no place like Oxford. I do miss home at times, but this town owns special place in my heart! I’ve never felt more content and relaxed anywhere else.
Carrying on admiring the fairy-tale like views Katherine reached the main entrance where she was supposed to meet up with Prof.Lawrence. Suddenly the main doors swung open and the lawn got flooded with even more students leaving the college grounds, pacing up to make it to their next class scheduled in a completely different building.
When chosing Oxford out of countless British universities, make sure you’re in good shape to move around between classes.
This thought made Katherine smile, first time in the course of this disturbing and unsettling day.
Having noticed the way Katherine was admiring the view, Daniel, who was now standing behind her, couldn’t help but making a remark:
– You know…
Having got carried away and not expecting someone talking behind her, Katherine nearly jumped out of her skin.
– Forgive me, Ms. Winters. I did not intend to scare you. It’s just, the way you observe things is so heartwarming.
– No need to apologise, Mr.Lawrence. I have a sensetive ear, that’s all. Sorry, you were saying?
– I happen to have crazy and extremely busy days as a professor, when you need to meet all the deadlines, give multiple lectures and run a great deal of classes, nevertheless, I still find myself enjoying all the serenity and beauty Oxford has to offer. I would exchange it for nothing!
– That’s funny, I had the exact same thoughts a few minutes ago.
Clearly, our mindsets are alike. It’s not every day that I come across such a man.
– Really? Well, that makes two of us then. – a broad smile touching Daniel’s lips. – I’m glad you’ve made it here! It’s such a pleasure to see you again.
– The pleasure is all mine, Professor Lawrence.
– Please, call me Daniel. It would be fitting, concerning what we’ve been through recently.
– Sure. In that case, would you please call me Katherine?
– Agreed.
– I’m pleased to see you smiling, Katherine
Him watching me and smiling that way makes me blush. Suppose I should smile back.
– Seems you’re getting back to normal after what’s happened a while ago.
– It’s no easy feat, but I’m managing.-Katherine confessed.
– And yet, you sounded concerned on the phone. Please, do tell me what’s troubling you.
– Actually, it’s a long story.
– No worries. I have plenty of time. This was my last class for today, so I’m in no hurry. We can discuss whatever’s alarming you on the way to The History Faculty. I have to collect some of my students’ home assignments from my office to check over the weekend.
– Only if I’m not distracting you from some urgent matters to settle. – Katherine accepted.
– Not at all. Please, leave the worrying part to me.
He offered Katherine a hand.
His ancestors certainly belonged to chivalry. Am I daydreaming?
Taking Daniel by the arm, finally feeling secure and out of trouble, Katherine went on telling her story.

Chapter 8 Saint George And The Dragon
While walking and telling her story, Katherine spotted a difference in Daniel’s style. This time he was wearing not a three piece suit, but a white shirt, a dark sweater over it and a jacket of the same shade.
I had to admit, Daniel has quite a taste in clothing.
– So, upon coming home you noticed that it’s contents were thrown all over the place and the flat was in a complete mess? These two bastards might have ransacked your home before looking after you all around Oxford, in search of your father’s discovery.
– I think so too. But why did they assume that I might own whatever my father has found lately? I hate to admit it, but we haven’t seen each other for ages. I’ve even chosen my mother’s family name “Mayfair’ over his.
– How so? – a sound of surprise in Daniel’s voice. – Pardon my curiosity, Katherine.
– No worries.
– Judging by everything that has happened to you recenly, even a tiny detail might shed some light on what’s going on here.
– We’ve had a terrible fight about me chosing literature as my major, over history. Moreover, I didn’t want the university officials and professors know that I belong to the Winters family. Everyone could have started making false assumptions and spread rumours on my account. I just wanted to achieve everything myself.
– I do know how you feel, Katherine. Frankly, my father and I had the same argument once. Nevertheless, I kept the family name, but went up the career ladder myself. Recognition and self-fulfillment is everything when it comes to a career.
– I wouldn’t agree more.-Katherine replied giving Daniel an approving smile.
I’ve never felt as calm and serene with any other guy. There’s something about Daniel that makes me trust him. Not that I’m in love. No. It’s too early for that, but we obviously share a spark or something.
– So, from what I’ve just learnt from you, they couldn’t possibly know that you might have a clue on where to start the search for the Tudor treasure.
– Absolutely not. I have no inkling of what that treasure might even be. Of course, as a child, I heard stories of the casket full of Spanish gems, that Robert Dudley delivered to Queen Elizabeth I upon negotiations with the Spanish to make peace. Seems like these stones meant a lot to Elizabeth, due to her love for Earl Leiscter. No one has ever heard of them since. Do you think my dad somehow came upon these gems?
– You’re properly schooled, Miss Mayfair. It might be true. In that case your father’s life along with yours, are at a threat, cause, from my experience, smugglers who make money out of selling historical pieces and ancient jewlllery through black market, stop at nothing, take it from me.
– How do you know so much about them?
– We all have our resources, you know.
What does he mean by saying that? Something’s off here.
Having entered the History Faculty they went straight to Daniel’s office.


When getting inside, Katherine was struck by the way everything here is arranged. Tall bookcases full of vivid folios, mostly about literature, art and history.
– May I? -Katherine asked, spotting a shelf dedicated to Shakespeare.
– Sure. Enjoy yourself.-Daniel replied collecting his students’ home assignments from one of his desk drawers.
Katherine made out a huge folio which contained the Bard’s tragedies. Flipping through the pages carefully, she couldn’t help but admiring the images accompanying each text piece.
– Impressive! Having dedicated most of my time to Shakespeare and his works, I must admit I haven’t run into something similar before. The typography, the images, the layout. Every inch of this piece is amazing!
– I’m glad you’re enjoying it. It’s a deluxe 19th century edition I happened to find in one of Paris’ antiques.
– Lucky you. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
Seeing her so happy, passionate and full of joy, expressing genuine, emotions concerning this folio, made Daniel smile once more. He hasn’t experienced anything similar for a long time. Too many gloomy pages of his life that he had to turn not so long ago. But with this angel-like young woman, he could be himself and finally let it go. A glim of hope that he could fall for someone else since his divorce, filled his heart with warmth.
By no means, this woman is alluring. No one has ever made me feel this way since Margot.
When putting the book back to the shelf, Katherine was amused to see one of Rafael’s famous paintings.
– “Saint George and The Dragon”[6] (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint_George_and_the_Dragon_(Raphael)). An admirer of Rafael’s work, are you? – Katherine inquired.
– Oh, yes. One of my favourite pieces of his, actually. Symbolises the victory of light over darknesss. What’s more, it was HenryVII, who commissioned Rafael to create this work. A must have for a Tudor researcher, I suppose.
– Agreed. My mum actually knows all about art. She has been telling me a lot about it since I was little. We have been sharing this passion long since.
– A good thing to explore, actually. To my mind, art is all about the ability to reflect on life, death, human nature, history, mythology, religion. The list is endless.
– And cultivate compassion, the ability to feel and understand everything around you.-Katherine added.
They shared a smile. It felt like they’ve known each other their entire lives.
– I have a weak spot for Caravaggio. Although some of his paintings might send a chill down one’s spine, at the same time it strucks you with how real the themes and people depicted are.
– Definitely. Caravaggo used to say that: “All works, no matter what or by whom painted, are nothing but bagatelles and childish trifles… unless they are made and painted from life, and there can be nothing… better than to follow nature.”[7] (https://www.thirdestateart.org/quaranzine/2020/4/9/a-narrative-of-cunningness-or-caravaggio-by-carlo-rey-lacsamana#:~:text=Caravaggio%3A,better%20than%20to%20follow%20nature.%E2%80%9D)
– Exactly that! I didn’t expect us to have so much in common. -Katherine gasped.
– Neither did I. What’s your favourite painting? – Daniel enquired.
– “The Incredulity of Saint Thomas”.[8] (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Incredulity_of_Saint_Thomas_(Caravaggio)) To my mind, this painting represents his famous quote the best.
– Mine too. It shows the duality of human nature. The doubts and lack of faith that people experience.
They could have carried on holding this conversation but a memory of Katherine’s father’s disturbing message brought her down to earth.
– It hurts me to end this incredible conversation, but what should we do about this ‘treasure’ thing?
– First of all, seems like your mother was the last person to talk to your father. We should probably contact her to learn more. May be Prof. Winters has been blackmailed or followed, lately.
– Sounds reasonable, but I’m afraid it’s hardly possible, since these two gorrilas might be still watching me. I don’t want to put my mum’s life in danger.
– Right you are. Do you have a place to stay till everything’s over?
– I stayed at my best friend’s place last night, but after what happened I suppose it’s too dangerous to get her involved.
– You’re being reasonable, Katherine. I don’t want any harm coming to you, either. How about staying at my place for a few days, until everything’s sorted out?
Bewildered by such an offer, Katherine went mute at loss of anything else to say.
You’ve only known him for less than a day, and now you’re going to stay at his place? It’s sheer madness!
– I understand, it might be a bit shocking, taking into account our short acquintance, but I want you to know, I have nothing else in mind but your safety.
– If you insist. But you’re right. I’m a little confused. On the other hand, I have little choice but I don’t want to be a burden.
– You’re not. Please, let me help you out?
– Okay.-Katherine accepted, still not sure she’s doing the right thing.

Chapter 9 A Smoke Detector
When ready to leave the office to get going to Daniel’s place, Katherine noted Daniel wearing a disturbing look.
What’s on his mind? He seems uneasy.
– Is something wrong? -Katherine inquired inclining to somehow make his heavy thoughts lift.
– No, no. Everything’s fine. We should get going. Wait for me at the lobby, would you?
– Agreed. Are you sure you don’t need help?
What’s going on?
– No, thanks. Please, leave all the worries behind. I’m fine, I assure you.
– If you say so.
Katherine had no other option but to leave the office not to make Daniel feel even more uncomfortable.
Why’s he behaving that way? Everything went so well in the course of our chat and then he experienced a sudden mood shift. Was it because of some secrets of his own that he’s not yet ready to share with me? I should probably give him some space. We’re not even friends yet.
Katherine went straight to the reception. A woman in her thirties standing over the reception desk smiled broadly:
– Is there anything I can help with, Miss?
– May be you can. How long has Professor Lawrence worked here?
– For about eight years now. You know, he’s an esteemed scholar among historians and the university faculty. His students praise him not just for his professional skills but his easy-going personality and integrity. Oh, and of course he’s a man of his word. Everytime someone in his social circle gets into trouble, he’s always there for them.
– You seem to know a lot on Mr.Lawrence’s account.
– That’s part of my job, Miss.
Suddenly, Katherine heard the door opening and Daniel stepping out of his office shutting the door and locking it.
– Ms. Fletcher, has anyone asked me while I was away? – he inquired approaching the reception.
– No, Mr.Lawrence. -the receptionist replied twisting a lock of hair on her finger.
No doubting this woman is in love with the guy…
– Has anyone entered the office in my absence? -Daniel aked another question politely, but one could easily notice a note of distress in his voice.
– No, oh, yes! How could I forget. There were two chaps from the fire inspection asking to show them around your office to check if the smoke detector is serviceable.
– Fire inspection? Two chaps? – Daniel’s voice still polite but at it’s edge.
He seems frustrated. What’s going on here anyway?
– That’s what I just said.-the receptionist noted a bit puzzled.
– Please, Ms. Fletcher, next time anyone asks permisson to enter my office, let me know first and let no one inside, would you?
God, a little more and he’s going to lose his temper. What could possibly provoke such a change?
– As you wish, Prof. Lawrence.-Ms. Fletcher replied, this entire situation making her blue.
– Settled then. Have a nice day.-Daniel grinned taking Katherine by hand leading her outdoors.
– What is this all about? You look as if you were kicked in a head.
– They were here. – Daniel answered, worry readable in his voice.
– Who? The Americans?
– Yes.
– How do you know it was them?
– As soon as we entered the office, I saw some of the books were out of their common place and the chair..
– What?
– Looks like it has been moved…
– You think they’re spying on us?
– I’m sure of it and they pretended to be fire inspectors to install this.-he took a small black bug in a tiny plastic bag out of his jacket pocket.
– A bug? Wait a minute. My mind simply cannot process all this nonesence. How do they even no about you?
– Seems like these two have some high-level contacts after all.
– Who on earth are they and what do they want with me?
– I hate to admit it, but I don’t know yet. I’m sure the police will have all the answers after this thing is fingerprinted. For now, your safety is my top priority. After all, I made a promise to your father to keep you safe.
– A promise? May I ask how you got to know him in the first place? And how do you detect such a thing. -Katherine wondered pointing at the bug which Daniel was still holding in his palm.
– I know you’re in distress about all this. Would you mind if we postpone the questioning part till we get to safety? -Daniel pleaded holding Katherine’s hand softly.
Oh God, his voice, his touch and charm are almost irresistable!
– Forgive me my impatience. Anything you say. I’ve never been in such a situation before and I’m afraid. Honestly, I don’t know what to do… – tears issuing down Katherine’s cheek. She did her best to supress them but clearly failed. It was too much to hold.
– Do not apologise, and fear nothing. As long as I’m near, no harm will come to you. It’s a promise. – Daniel comforted her wiping away the tears. His fingers warm and soft against her wet cheek.
What’s happening to me? I’ve never gone emotional in front of people. I hardly know This mystery is taking the wind out of sails.

Chapter 10 At Daniel’s Place
Upon collecting all the necessary personal belonings from Katherine’s place they moved forward to Daniel’s house.
– I’ve made some important calls, the police is on their way to the flat. Soon we’ll be aware of who might have caused all this damage and what were they after in the first place.
– Sorry for causing so much commotion. It feels like the ground is going to swallow me. I’ll never be able to repay you enough for all the care you’re giving me.
– Please, Katherine… – Daniel pleaded. – You’re clearly in need of help at the moment. It’s not in my custom to turn my back on a woman desperate for support.
– Such take on life is uncommon these days.
– Well, let me be an exception.
A very handsome exception, I should say…
Walking round the streets of Oxford having a light conversation with a man who looked more like a gentleman stepping out of the 19th century, rather than a 21st century chap, seemed to lift all her worries like a sea brezee cooling a fever.
– Well, here we are.-Daniel stated as they stopped near a two-storyed cozy house.
– Looks charming.-Katherine admitted.
– Thanks. My parents used to live here before moving to London. You should owe all the beauty of the house to my mum. Interior design is one of her greatest passions.
– Her taste is beyond all praise.
This remark made Daniel smile.
He seems to get on with his mum. Her mentioning makes him so happy. I wonder if he gets along with his dad.
Before entering the house Katherine observed Daniel turning off the alarm saying an unusual and special password:
“No man is an island,
Entire of itself;
Every man is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.”[9] (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Devotions_upon_Emergent_Occasions)
– Looks like getting in here won’t be an easy feat for those two, as John Donne[10] (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Donne) clearly doesn’t ring them any bells.-the remark made Katherine chuckle.
– It definetly won’t.-Daniel chuckled in response.
– No kidding. Aren’t they going to break in?
– Upon such a fiasco with your flat and the smoke detector? Either they’re complete idiots or whoever is behind all this told them to stay put.
– I hope you’re right.
– Welcome, Prof.Lawrence.
This voice comming out of nowhere made Katherine freeze.
– Sherlock[11] (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sherlock_Holmes), how many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that.
– Apologies, Mr.Lawrence.
– Now, that’s better.
– Who’s that? -Katherine enquired still in shock.
– Oh, my mistake. Sherlock, allow me to introduce Katherine Mayfair. She’ll be staying here tonight. Katherine, meet Sherlock, my AI butler.
Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Mayfair.
– The pleasure is all mine, Sherlock.-Katherine greeted still struck by the going on situation. – AI butler you say.
– Exactly.
– How did you come by him?
– Oh, it slipped my mind. Upon graduating from Oxford I entered MTI. AI technologies is my second major. That’s how I came up with an idea to create a virtual assistant of my own. Frankly speaking, we’ve grown to be friends.
– Unbelievable! An AI butler. I’d always thought only fictional characters in Aisaac Asimov[12] (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Isaac_Asimov) or Stanislaw Lem’s[13] (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stanis%C5%82aw_Lem) novels could possess such a technology. At least I’ve never encountered one in my daily life.
– You know, everything happens for the first time.-Daniel responded admiring her knowledge of sci-fi literature.
– And it’s probably the best. Why Sherlock?
– Oh, I was infatuated with the guy as a child. I could read all night long and never get tired. Putting the book down was simply impossible. And I figured, giving an AI assistant a name is much better than a dull number. He has developed tremendously since the moment I created him.
You’re being too kind.
– See. He’s even developed modesty. How do you like that?
– Impressive.
– Where are my manners? I’ve overloaded you with all sort of things, not even giving a chance to breathe out. You’re probably overwhelmed and worn out with all the things going on. Please, make yourself at home.
– That’s very generous of you. I’m actually really desperate for a hot bath, if that’s okay.
– Be my guest. The bathroom is on the second floor. Take any time you need.
– That’s very kind of you.
– I’ll prepare a place to sleep for you.
– How about you? I don’t want to be a nuiance.
– I’ll be fine. The couch should fit perfectly.
Reaching the staircase Katherine halted for a moment.
– Daniel…
– Yes?
– I want you to know. I’m really grateful for everything you’re doing to put me at ease.
– I know. Helping you out gives me great pleasure.

Chapter 11 What Could Be Better Than A Hot Bath After A Long Day?
When entering the bathroom, locking the door behind her, Katherine looked around. There was a huge white tub opposite the door. A curtain, blocking the view for whoever might drop in. A carpet with an intricate design lying next to the tub. A sink staying on white drawer next to the window. A glass cupboard on the right.
Having a window in the bathroom is a bit weird… But I must admit it’s probably the most exquisite bathroom I’ve ever had a bath in, in my entire life! Feels like I’m Marylin Monroe[14] (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marilyn_Monroe), having some time off filming, enjoying her lavender bathtub.
While collecting her stuff at home, Katherine managed to pick up some of grooming and bathroom products.
Speaking of lavender, I think I somehow happen to have some bubble bathwith this kind of scent. I might not be Norma Jean, but I’m definitely going to fully enjoy the experience.
Turning the tap on and pouring some of the lavender bubble bath, Katherine just couldn’t stop watching the water filling the tub slowly. The sound of pouring water had this ASMR effect making Katherine pretend all the hardships of the day never happened at all.
I should probably stop standing like that, otherwise I’m causing a flood here, and destroying Daniel’s house is probably the worst way to say thank you.
Turning off the tap and trying the water with her fingers to make sure it doesn’t scorch, Katherine started slipping her black dress quickly, being in desperate need to get rid of it, having worn one for over a day.
Reaching into the tub slowly to feel the warmth of the water with every inch of her body, Katherine finally settled, fidgeting a bit, to find the right position to feel as comfy as possible.
God! It feels so good. I can actually hear this “I Feel Good” song in my head. I’d never thought a simple tub might cause such a bliss!
To finally scare off all the alarming thoughts, Katherine dived into the water, holding her breath to simply knock it all out for a moment. But paradise did not last long. A sudden buzz on her phone made Katherine surface, killing the moment selfishly.
– Hello?
– Kat, is that you?
– Maggie?
– Thank God you’ve picked up the phone! Christ, Kat! Where have you been? I was worried as hell after you left! No messages, no calls! After what you’ve told me I thought something terrible happend to you. With two phsychos out there, trying to kidnap you, not giving a call is sheer madness!
– I’m terribly sorry to have made you so worried. I didn’t mean it, honestly. You know I hate ringtons. I have probably missed all the incoming calls. With everything going around, I simply forgot all about my daily routine.
– Ok, I’ll accept that as an excuse. Tell me, or Peter and I wouldn’t make it till tomorrow. Have you made it to safety?
– Complete safety, Maggie.
– Oh, that intonation intrigues me. Is there someone else with you? The mysterious savior, isn’t it?
– Yes, you guessed it right, Watson![15] (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dr._Watson) -Katherine replied giggling.
– I’m so glad to hear you laughing. That guy must have had an effect on you.
– He had.
– Wait, why Watson?
– I’ll explain later. Please, don’t despair. I am secured.
– Where are you?
– I’m at Daniel’s place.
– WHAT? “Curiouser and curiouser!”[16] (https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/curiouser_and_curiouser)
– Are we talking literature now?
– You’ve started it!
– Ok, back to business. WHAT? How did you end up in the guy’s flat?
– It’s a two-storyed, semi-detached house, actually.
– Gosh! Clearly, you are the best at seeking adventures.
– And you have the best sense of humour, you know that? -Katherine laughed.
– Of course I do.-Maggie affirmed having some posh notes in her voice. -You don’t come around to someone’s house barely knowing him. Tell me everything. You’re like a sister to me.
– That makes two of us. I had no other choice. These two bastards ransacked my flat. I didn’t want anyone close to me get involved after the incident.
– Jesus! That makes sense. Hope they won’t ransack his home.
– They don’t stand a chance, trust me.
– I’m starting to love the guy.
– What about Pete?
– Come on, you know what I mean!
The remark made them burst out laughing.
– Sorry, I have to go. There are still some things awaiting settling.
– Promise to call me, in case you need help. Pete and I are always there for you.
– I know, and I really appreciate it!
Hanging up, Katherine thought of how lucky she was to have all the good people around, especially Maggie.

Chapter 12 A Family Call
A sudden knock on the door disrupted Katherine from wrapping her hair into a towel, making her look just like an ancient Egyptian empress.
– Yes?
– Katherine, is everything okay? -Daniel’s voice on the other side of the door.
– Absolutely. I am about to finish.
– Don’t worry. Take your time. I just wanted to let you know that your room is ready, so feel free to get settled. I’ve also taken your suitcase upstairs.
– Oh, thank you so much. You really didn’t have to… I owe you, you do know that?
– We’ll figure something out.-Daniel responded playfully.
God, it’s almost a crime for a man to be so ambient and agreeable. Wish all of them could have been this way.
The thought causing her to get back to a blurry memory of a man she once encountered as a student and would rather have it wiped out.
Having finished all the washing and towel wrapping, Katherine reached the door unlocking it gradually. Having opened it she took a quick glance outside, making sure Daniel wasn’t around.
Appearing in front of him half-naked would do me little honour. All clear.
Approaching Daniel’s bedroom, two steps at a time, she pulled the door disappearing inside.
A room looked like any other inhabited by a man. Walls painted in neutral grey-like colours, a huge bed right in the middle of the room. A gravel coloured blanket covering half of the bed. Two pillows with white cases on them.
This sleeping place looks so comfy. I can’t wait to get under the covers to just finally have some proper sleep. The room itself is pretty stylish. A minimalist style is perhaps the best choice when it comes to a bedroom. Waking up seeing vivid colours is probably the worst option, as it might kill your neurosystem sooner or later. Bedroom is a place to relax not being under stress every single moment.
She learnt all this from an article on phsychology and interior design she once happened to read. Truth be told, Katherine actually stood on the same principles concerning bedroom design, with pastel shades prevalent in her own bedroom.
Having unpacked her suitcase Katherine picked up her linen home wear blue dress-shirt and a pair of fluffy socks to warm-up her feet.
That should fit.
Having changed she took a closer look at the photographs hanging on the wall opposite the bed.
Daniel must have a pretty busy life, judging by all of these enframed pictures.
There was a picture of a young boy about 10, wearing a broad smile.
He hasn’t changed a bit.
A picture of a teenager outside some prestigious boarding school that looked like Eton College, with a few other boys standing next to him.
So, no doubt, a “James Bond’ type, Mr.Lawrence. They all look so happy. I wonder if they still keep in touch?
The rest of the photos depicted his university years at Oxford and MTI.
There was also an image showing Daniel embracing an older man and woman in their late sixties, possibly early seventies.
Oh, that’s his mum and dad, I presume. He loooks just like his mum. Same quartz eyes full of compassion and light and a radiant smile. Them hugging each other looks so cute.
The thought filled Katherine’s limbs with warmth that quickly changed to guilt.
I hope mum is doing well. How traitorous of me to not have given her a call. She might be suffering right now, desperate to find her way out of this nightmare. No more thinking.
Katherine picked up the phone, scrolling all the contacts to finally find “Mum”.
– Hello?
– Mum it’s me! Thank God! Are you all right?
– Katherine, deary. I’m afraid not. Your dad…
– I know, yet I still can’t figure out what’s happend to him. This disturbing message he’s sent me. I can’t get it out of my head. He was definetly on the verge of despair when typing it.
– Katherine, darling, he was kidnapped. I’m sure of it. All because of these damn Tudor treasures.
– How do you know?
– The letter…
– Which letter?
– Your father has been blackmailed for quite some time.
– Are you sure?
– Of course I am.-distress an anxiety vibrating through her voice.
– Mum, please, don’t panic. I’ll try to do something about this as soon as I can. Now that I’m with Daniel, everything’s going to be fine.
– Daniel? Daniel Lawrence?
– Yes… How do you know him?
– He’s your father’s best student and long-time friend. He’s a very good and trustworthy person. You’re definetly in good hands now.
– How do they come to know each other exactly?
– I figure, you should ask Daniel on that. You know your father has never shared a lot when it comes to his job.
– May be you’re right. Would you mind us calling you in an hour via Skype? To set things clear?
– Sure. I’m afraid it’s too much for me to bear on my own.
– Mum, I wish I could be there right beside you. How stupid of me to have caused you so much worry and pain due to my stubborness.
– Don’t blame yourself, darling. It’s not your fault.
– Mum, I’ll do everything to make it up to you both. Promise.

Chapter 13 A Portrait of A Woman
Having finally dried her hair Katherine left the bedroom. When passing by a bathroom she could hear water splashing inside.
He must be taking a bath. I should better go downstairs not to make him uncomfortable as soon as he leaves the room. It’s not my house after all, so sneaking around wouldn’t be polite.
With these thoughts in mind she took the stairs getting down slowly not to stumble as the staircase appeard to be pretty steep.
Why do I keep getting this nasty feeling when getting down the stairs? May be that’s due to my poor eyesight. Or perhaps the fear of heights? They constantly make me giddy…
First thing that came into sight as soon as Katherine reached the ground floor was a huge painting by Titian.[17] (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Titian)
– “The Allegory of Prudence”.[18] (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Allegory_of_Prudence) A painting representing three stages of human life: old age, maturity and youth.
– This painting owns special place in my heart.
Katherine shrugged at the remark turning to face Daniel getting down the stairs.
Why does he keep appearing like that? All of a sudden…
– Does it?
– It does. It helps me not to forget that turning back on one’s past and experience leaves no chance to build a brighter future and therefore, when being stuck completely in the past, you cannot enjoy the present moment. Duality, just like in Caravaggo’s painting we discussed earlier.

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