<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Prague Castle, St. Vitus Cathedral, Prague, Bohemia</span></span><br/>"Herr Hauptmann, could you tell us where the crown jewels are stored?" Maximilien asked the Austrian Captain as though conducting a criminal investigation. He had introduced<span style="font-style: italic">Cesca</span>and himself to him. He handed the man a letter signed by Pope Leo XIII himself. The seal of the Holy See was powerful in Roman Catholic regions. Having that form of power excited Maximlien. He enjoyed pushing his authority around whenever he could. It made his work so much easier that way. He displayed an aristocratic arrogance appearing filled with confidence which merely abetted in his charade of power; or was that a façade?<br/><br/>"Jawohl, mein herr," Captain Klein led the two agents of the church inside the Cathedral. A detachment of guards were on duty standing at Parade Rest grasping a ceremonial pike as their weapon.<br/><br/>"Do your guards typically carry just the pike?"<br/><br/>"Yes, sir!" The Captain retorted. "They also carry the 1870 Gasser in a holster." The Captain pointed to the pistol holstered on the guard's hip. Max obviously neglected to note the presence of the firearm. He felt embarrassed that he missed that, tried to brush over it nonetheless. He kind of hoped<span style="font-style: italic">Cesca</span>could ask a few questions. He lost his track with that blunder.