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“I think I understand.” Zorn looked up from the yearbook. “What do you understand?” Topher paced back and forth. “Sword, dead, arrow, dead, mace dead.” “What does that mean?” Topher turned around. “Each knight that’s dead is armed in these tapestries.” “So?” “Except this one.” He ran over and pointed at Lord Burleigh. “He’s not armed. He has a book, and a stick, and there are huge shadows in the trees.” “Topher, you’re not being very clear.” “He has a book. And a stick.” Zorn suddenly understood. He pulled the stick out from under the maps. Gertrude finally looked up. Topher scurried excitedly back to his seat, the magic book open in his palm. “It’s all in the way it’s organized. Look, Zorn, what was the first thing that you created?” “The chimera.” “Right. And how did you