July 1926

Avebury Manor had two distinct libraries, each serving a unique purpose. The larger library was a grand affair. A rich Persian carpet set the tone for the room, complemented by red furniture and a grand piano. John Roxton's writing desk occupied a prominent space, and two red armchairs with floral patterns were placed near the windows for reading or contemplation. Sturdy pillars flanked the entrance, and heavy curtains added a sense of gravitas. Bookshelves from floor to ceiling held an extensive collection of literature, and an ornate ceiling rounded off the room's majestic ambiance.

The smaller library, in contrast, was more intimate. Lighter colors, a single writing desk, a couple of armchairs, and a modest couch offered a quieter place for reflection. A wireless set in one corner hinted that this space was also a gateway to the wider world.

Professor George Edward Challenger and his colleague, Dr Oliver Wallace arrived at Avebury Manor. Dr. Oliver Wallace, was a distinguished child psychologist with a keen interest in identifying and nurturing intellectual gifts in children. He was directed to the smaller, cozier library for the task of assessing young William's talents.

Challenger, John, and Malone were seated in the grand library, each nursing a glass of whiskey as they waited in the room's cozy armchairs. Upstairs, Veronica sat with Marguerite in her bedroom, providing her company during her rest period. The atmosphere was lighter there, yet still tinged with curiosity about what was transpiring downstairs.

"You know, Veronica, how my mother used to talk about unusual abilities passed down through the women in our family." Marguerite spoke while her gaze drifted away for a moment, remembering her talent for languages and Emily's capabilities as an empath. "But now, with William showing signs of unusual intelligence, I can't help but wonder if these gifts are not just limited to the women in our lineage."

Veronica pondered for a moment before responding. "It's possible. But you also have to consider the fact that William was conceived in Avalon."

Marguerite looked at her, blushing. She liked to think nobody knew what she and Roxton were doing there. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"It's just something my mother used to say," Veronica began, "She said children born of Avalon are special in their own unique way. There is a special energy that flows within the walls of Avalon. It's certainly possible that William has been touched by it in some way. However, it wouldn't be far-fetched to think that William could be influenced by both Avalon and your own family lineage."

Marguerite looked thoughtful, her eyes moving to the window for a moment as if pondering the infinite questions and possibilities that lay beyond.

Dr. Oliver Wallace stepped into the grand library, visibly impressed by the surroundings but more so by the young prodigy he had just assessed. "Gentlemen, you do indeed have a child genius on your hands," he announced with a certain level of professional enthusiasm.

The three men looked at him, their eyes widening with expectation.

"It's crucial, however, to guide his development carefully," Dr. Wallace continued. "We don't want to overwhelm him. Given his age, I would recommend starting with something like chess or piano. As he grows, his interests will naturally evolve, and you can support him accordingly."

Challenger's face lit up. "Ah, chess or piano today, quantum physics tomorrow! I always knew the boy had it in him. I can already see him following in my scientific footsteps."

John Roxton, while clearly pleased with the doctor's evaluation, seemed to take a more measured stance. "That's wonderful to hear, but I want William to have a normal childhood as well. Playtime and friends. I'll discuss with Marguerite how best to proceed."

As night fell over Avebury Manor, Veronica and Malone found themselves walking in the gardens, beneath a sky dotted with stars. The air was warm, filled with the scent of blooming flowers, and the soft murmur of night creatures filled the silence between the talk about day's events.

Veronica looked up at the sky, her gaze fixing on a particularly bright star. "So, what does it all mean for William, really? Considering he is an heir to the earldom, and everything."

Malone considered her question. "Well, traditionally, earls haven't exactly been encouraged to pursue academic careers. Usually, it's been more about land management, politics, and the like."

Veronica nodded. "That's what I thought. So, what now?"

"I don't know." Malone said. "But times are changing. Big houses like Avebury Manor were built for another era. A time when land and title were the epitome of success and influence. The world is going through a lot of shifts—economic, social, and political. These grand estates are becoming less sustainable and less practical for modern aristocratic life. In the future, people—nobility included—will live in much closer proximity to each other, possibly in smaller, more manageable homes. So, why shouldn't an earl also be a scientist, an artist, or an intellectual?"

"And knowing Marguerite," Veronica added, "She will definitely encourage any intellectual or artistic pursuits William shows interest in."