Grup, mağaraya ulaştığında, önlerinde sadece bir kapı vardı. She could not say who, not yet. She had gladly lowered her eyes as she had been instructed to in front of the fine ladies and lords, as she was more interested in their clothing and fripperies than their faces. She felt her own body stir, ready for more. ‘I suppose he isn’t this Leonardo you spoke of?’ ‘Certainly he is not Leonardo. Beautiful sculptures of sugar and almond paste decorated the long tables, delicate replicas of flowers and miniature animals, even a small Palazzo sculpted from cakes graced the table. I always wondered why he bought my mother's pearls so readily. It’s just that I want to say. This obstacle being removed, in his eagerness to proceed, he had forgotten to take his little charge with him. Books! She knew now what had saved her—her mother's hand, reaching down from heaven, had set the giver's flaming eyes upon the covers of these books. “Then turn round and go back there,” she directed.
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