"So, where are you going?"

Hiraki asked the young man as he continued to get Nakaru off his arm.

"My library," he smugly watched the rune-mage and Nakaru, "I thought you decided to see the city..."

"Not likely, I am not taking my eyes off of you..."

Meiling glared at him, "I don't trust a word you say."

"What about you two? Yon and Te? I thought it was decided to go out..."

"I just don't like this dress, so I am not going out," Yon complained, "How they breathe in these things..."

"Well, they don't... What the hell, I haven't been in London in years," Te giggled to herself, "Maybe if I am lucky, I can catch "Sausy Jack" for Scotland Yard..."

(Sausy Jack, one of the names for Jack the Ripper.)

Eriol caught her arm and shook his head; he would not let her be harmed by some madman, even if she had powers of her own. The young man sighed, he wanted them out of the house – the last thing he wanted them to meet is any of his family members. He glanced up at the ceiling, "Okay, okay, we will head to the library... Do NOT wander off, the house was built by a madman, the rooms have a propensity to move of their own accord – rooms may be right-side-up, upside down, put at an angle, lead to dead ends..."

Nakaru nodded, "I remember once where the indoor swimming pool was on the ceiling and all the water was dumped on the floor... It took a month to mop it all up..."

"You live here?"

"Well, like I said, it was built by a madman..."

Through the building, without rhyme or reason, they went. Finally they reached a room; it seemed like a dining room. Te's eyes were on fire seeing it. She glanced at Eriol.

"Not the library, again..."

"What is this?"

Hiraki asked, "Part of your collection or something..."

"Yes and no..."

Eriol entered the room and stood among the sticks of furniture as if they were his and his alone, "This was picked up sometime ago..."

"I know what this is," Te's tail stuck out and wagged in joy, "What is this doing here?"

"I don't get it, all it is a table with some chairs," Yon said.

"It probably has a history to it or is cursed, knowing him," Meiling insulted.

"Of course it has a history. So what is it doing here, I thought..."

"Well, it does have a nice history to it," he pulled out one of the chair and complemented sitting in it, "An arrogant little relative of mine wanted to be a member of this little group, so he did. After the group broke up, and the castle of silver and gold was destroyed... he decided to take the table with him, so it would not face a similar fate..."

"Eriol," Hiraki snapped, "What are you and Te talking about, here..."

Eriol stood among the beautifully carved table and chairs, "This is the most famous table in English history – it was made in a time of great peril. People believed that the world was about to end, all hope was lost; it was a time where one could truly say, "Call no man happy unless he is dead..."

"That is horrible," Meiling protested, "What kind of world is this, to let that happen... A hero should arise and stop it, which is why I am going to save the nation of Clow..."

"A hero did come... Then a sorcerer-druid and a second-rate Celtic-Roman warlord began a new idea, a way to bring some brief light in the darkest times of the Dark Ages," he gestured, "Here, sat the King... next to him sat Sir Mordred, Sir Gawain, Sir Percival, Sir Lancelot, Sir Bors, and many, many others... Here, they brought peace in a time of war, upheld the weak and meted out virtuous justice, slew evil beasts, righted the wrongs that were, and were courteous to women. Here, is one of the only a remembrances of the Knights of the Round Table other than their Code of Honor."

He paused with a reassuring smile towards Te, "If that halcyon time of Camelot ever comes again, the Round Table will be returned."

Te's eyes shimmered with approval...

"This is so boring..."

Yon started to move on...

"Do not wander off," Eriol caught her arm, "Please, I cannot promise your safety. This house and those in it have a mind of their own..."

"I can take care of myself..."

"Yes, I know, but I cannot let anything happen to my guests... it would be against the rules of good hospitality..."

"Who said we wanted to be your guests," Meiling had her oufda out, "Let us get this over with, take us to the library, not the dining room, billiard room, card-playing room, or any other..."

Eriol opened the door which should have led them back where they came, there it was, rows along rows of books. There were millions on billions of dusky volumes, things that made Te's joy of seeing the table pear in comparison. He gestured, "Okay, somewhere in here, I wrote it down..."

"That will take forever," Yon looked at them all, she would have preferred a digital medium.

"Well, I don't mind," Te's tail wagged.

"Well, it will be somewhere in the left book case," Eriol snapped his fingers remembering a little, "Unfortunately, it stretches a mile and a half in length."

"A mile in a half," the ofuda burned.

Hiraki was not pleased either...

"Lucky, right at this moment, I remembered where I put it..."

Eriol evaded, "I left it in the British Museum..."

"Why there," Yon asked.

"If you were going to hide something," Te answered, "Hide it in plain sight, right?"

"Something like that..."