The Memorist

Chapter 42

Tuesday, April 29^th-9:38 a.m.

Meer’s terrified expression morphed into one of deep concentration as soon as the monk ran off to get help. She couldn’t waste a second explaining what was happening to Sebastian or Malachai so while they worried over Jeremy’s supine form, she got up and rushed over to the ninth silver urn on the top shelf and without any deliberation opened it and reached inside. There was no time to inspect the mummified relics that were almost four hundred years old, no time to be concerned about desecrating the remains of this royal personage.

What was left of the human heart felt like a piece of dried fruit, shriveled and leathery, but under it, Meer’s fingers found something smooth and chilly. Tiny. She didn’t think about what it was or what she was supposed to do with it. Didn’t stop to be amazed that she’d intuited there was something waiting there for her.

Slipping the object into her jeans pocket, she returned to her father and dropped to her knees slightly to the right of Sebastian, not sure if either he or Malachai had noticed what she’d done.

A few minutes later the paramedics rushed into the small room and set about saving her father’s life.