The room - entirely clean and immaculate - looked lived in, even though Barbara had only been there for a short while. There was a small dip in the pillow where she slept, two pairs of shoes sat outside of the wardrobe, beside the bottom of the bed, and not one speck of dust rested on any surface.
She opened the wardrobe and pulled out the robes Nero would have made her wear in the Roman palace, the outfit as given to her by Saladin and a few bits and pieces picked up from various places, including the photograph with the strange woman and the little ring box. Everything was laid out over the bed, bar the ring box. It was small enough to get lost among all the things on the bed, so she kept tight hold of it.
"Do you recognise all of this?" she asked Ian, taking the teapot and cup from Ian to put out of the way.
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The room - entirely clean and immaculate - looked lived in, even though Barbara had only been there for a short while. There was a small dip in the pillow where she slept, two pairs of shoes sat outside of the wardrobe, beside the bottom of the bed, and not one speck of dust rested on any surface.
She opened the wardrobe and pulled out the robes Nero would have made her wear in the Roman palace, the outfit as given to her by Saladin and a few bits and pieces picked up from various places, including the photograph with the strange woman and the little ring box. Everything was laid out over the bed, bar the ring box. It was small enough to get lost among all the things on the bed, so she kept tight hold of it.
"Do you recognise all of this?" she asked Ian, taking the teapot and cup from Ian to put out of the way.