“So, you are a student of the arts, seeking to learn from Master Da Vinci?” A handsome man with curly hair addressed Robin.
“Yes, my tutors back in Mont Saint Michel praised Master Da Vinci so much,” Robin answered his host with a forced smile.
“I thought I could place your accent, but seems that I was wrong,” the other man gave a rich laugh and continued, “France was not my first guess, that is certain.”
Robin laughed with the other man for a moment, and thought that he would never have place the accent, as his original tongue was Agarthan. Then said, “So, Mr. Salai, master Da Vinci, is not around?”
“No, he had to take a fast trip to Vienna,” Salai shrugged, “but he should be here by the end of next week.”
Robin nodded, in an effort to ease his growing panic. He feinted a look around and said, “This doesn’t look like the workshop I expected to see.”
“Well, because it is not,” Salai laid back in his reclining chair as he waved a hand in the air. “This is just a small exhibit that master Da Vinci keeps for paying customers, the workshop is hidden from the eyes of the nobility, they might not like what they see.” Then he went into another bout of laughter.
“I was hoping to see the workshop, to feel the presence of the master in his working environment.” Robin tried to be casual about his demand.
“Oh, I am so sorry Mr. Robin.” Salai shook his head. “But only trusted pupils of the master and his personal aides may enter his workshop.”
“I understand,” Robin said in a resigned voice. “It is just that I am willing to give anything for a short glimpse.”
Salai studied Robin silently for a moment, then he said, “Well, I can give you a short tour, if you have the means to make a small donation to the efforts of the master.”
“Yes, this would be just amazing.” Robin excitedly pulled out his bag of gold coins and gave five of them to Salai.
Salai weighed the gold in his hands for a bit, and said, “I guess master Da Vinci would not mind if such a passionate admirer of his would be to see his workshop.”
Salai led the way inside the big house, as Robin gave a sigh of relief, he transmuted silver from Agartha to gold one day after he arrived to this place.
In Agartha, silver was the far more precious metal, gold was not that worth it.
He followed Salai silently, he had to finish what he came for promptly.
From Another World
Be sure to read the first part HERE, and the last part HERE.
Also check our Book: The Green Boy which delves deeper into life in Agartha, HERE.
3 thoughts on “Stealing Da Vinci 2”