Set in stone.

Running through the rainy streets of Paris Miriam refused to look back at her pursuer. Her feet splashing in puddles soaking her legs and shoes. Her large hooped velvet dress getting heavy in the rain. Breathing hard she pushed harder with her legs the sound of her preditor getting closer. Tears started to stream down her cheeks as she ran alongside Notre Dame. The cathedral was only just coming up to its fiftieth birthday. Such a unique and magnificent building.


Daring now to chance a glance back over her shoulder Miriam saw no threat. The man who was chasing her with ill intent was gone. Fearing he was still around but not an immediate threat she shouted to the carriage that was steadily getting closer.

"HELP ME PLEASE!"

Her French accent rang out loud and clear. Over and over she called. Begging the carriage to hurry. She still ran towards the horses the cobbles underfoot sounded like claps with each footfall. The carriage stopped with the window level with Miriam's face. A young man of around twenty looked out at her. He was dressed smartly in clothes that were the height of fashion for the twelfth century. He had a stiff black coat with gold embroidery. Under his coat was a white shirt with frills running down the middle and large loose cuffs.

"Bonjour madame. Can I help you?"

"Yes, a man is chasing me. Please take me to the Surete Nationale."

The gentleman's face...