Lavender felt a small sense of relief seeing Cormac helping her now. Maybe he was in shock before? It really didn’t matter now. They didn’t have time to talk. They didn’t have much time time to get this done before Nicodemus would free himself.
In a rush she dumped out her bag onto the floor, spilling out a few books and two crucifixes and a small glass vile. She placed the crucifix around her neck and reached for the small red leather worn book. It was her relic. A 7th-century pocket gospel book, written in Latin, which was placed in the tomb of Saint Cuthbert of Lindisfarne. She ‘borrowed’ it from the British Library. It was worth a lot of money and she had to be careful with it so she could return it in the same shape.
Carefully she tucked it into the bindings just enough to keep it there resting on Octavius’s chest. She then placed a crucifix around his neck, afterwards tracing the sign of the cross on him with her finger and sprinkling his head with holy water. She then did the same to herself then walked over to Cormac, tracing the cross on his chest. She knew it might seem ridiculous to him. “It’s protocol,” she whispered to him in a serious tone. Afterwards she opened the vile and sprinkled him with little holy water over his head as well.