“Gloves,” Halima said without looking up.
“Talk to me like I’ve never been around manuscripts before,” June replied lightly, pulling on her own pair. “What’s the museum want?”
“Help figuring out what they have, mostly.” Halima pushed back a long curtain of dark hair, revealing eyes red from dust. “How did someone just ‘happen’ to find 15th century documents in their attics?”
“And palimpsests,” June added, studying the traces of writing underneath the inked lines. “Even older. I love those cat drawings the monks did.”
“Better,” Halima announced smugly. “Take a look at this one. Some sort of legal agreement, a land sale.”
“Whaddaya know…”
“Yep. Guess this monk had opinions on the landowner.”
The women stared at the early medieval drawing.
“Yep,” June said, and hovered her finger just above a red and black horned finger. “The devil really is in the details.”
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