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be more like his grandfather if he tried. Their physical resemblance was astonishing too.
    Without further to do Harry had the keys brought over from the safe.
    Owen signed the appropriate paperwork and left immediately.
    He went straight to Oak Place . The house had been closed for many years, the protection he’d left in place still held but the years had taken their toll, it needed refurbishing. Harry had mentioned this at the meeting; he had paid a visit to Oak Place personally as soon as Owen’s letter had arrived. He had also arranged to have a team of builders and decorators come and work in the place the following week. Owen trusted Harry too much to protest at the building plans and now realiz ed he had been right not to.
    He had his luggage brought over from the hotel and settled down in his study, the only place untouched by time or dust.
    He spent the first few hours strengthening the house defens es and feeling the country and its people.
    There was one person he absolutely had to visit while in the British Isles this time.
    Avoiding a visit with Aeoife, his mage mother, would be tactless.
    Owen planned a little visit as soon as he had the time. He would sort out his house out first and then arrange to visit her.
    He knew Aeoife was either in England or in Ireland . S he didn’t like to travel much, less change residency. He had to tell her about the interview with the Keeper, although he was sure she knew all about it by now, but it was common courtesy to let her know he was on the case. He also thought it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to ask her if she knew anything about the Thirteenth or shawls. Although she wouldn’t tell him anything even if she did know about them. It was her job to teach him the Way, not to sort out the test for him.
    As soon as he figured out the Shawl matter he would definitely look her up. He had decided to pursue investigating shawls rather than the number thirteen due to the amount of data attached to the latter. It would take years to sieve through it all. It would be nice to have something which linked the two, but so far nothing had come up.
    London was getting colder and darker as autumn took hold of the city. He had only been in the city for a couple of weeks so far but time seemed to drag forever among the rushing crowds of suited up men and women, mobiles always at hand, briefcase on the other. There were a lot of tourists as well, this was new, he remembered when tourism was something the English did elsewhere, not something others did in England .
    “The library is now closing sir,” said a mortal wom an over his shoulder, “oh, that’s beautiful, may I?” She added, looking at the shawl.
    He thought of turning her into ash, then thought of seducing her. She looked at the shawl with overwhelming tenderness, which then made him think her input on the matter might prove very useful. He nodded for her to go ahead.
    “It is so beautiful, just what I was looking for, is it a present for someone? Or is it for your own child?”
    “Excuse me?”
    “The baby shawl, who is it for?”
    “Oh, it’s mine. I mean, I see…” he said and felt a heavy knot in his stomach. A baby shawl. “It’s for a friend, he just had a baby, well, his wife had it… I mean.”
    “Pink, a girl I see. Could you tell me where you got it? Mine is due in May and I have been looking for a shawl like this for months now. It would have to be yellow of course, although I am hoping for a girl, one can never be sure.”
    “It’s a boy,” he said looking down at her belly. It wasn’t a good idea for him to be copulate with a pregnant mortal. B abies had a way of absorbing energy that other mortals did not. Pity, she was quite attractive, smelt delightfully too.
    “Funny, that’s what my husband said too, a boy.”
    “Yes, well, I better get going,” he said tearing the shawl from the mother to be and folding it neatly into his briefcase. The young woman mumbled the library’s closing time