7
The next morning found the sun bright and Professor Cosimos less so. The learned man wasn’t in the breakfast hall when Asher and I entered.
“Good morning,” Catalina greeted us as she put a heaping plate of food before each of us.
“Has Professor Cosimos left his room?” Asher wondered as I began to tuck away the delicious meal.
Catalina shook her head. “No. He requested his breakfast taken to his room and told Berto to tell you that he would meet you in his room after you ate.”
“Berto?” I asked her.
“My middle brother,” she explained. “He has been helping the professor-that is, the one who is working down at the lake, and has little time to help here.”
“Does he want to be a historian, too?” I wondered.
Catalina sighed. “We are not sure. Last year he desired to become a windmi
