Diabound had been woven into the door, a protective figure, but most of the names had been on the inside. Solomon had to wonder if Bakura had taken her to the pyramid himself, showed her the names, that she was able to recognise them so easily between the other writings.

"It sounds as if you're already a ways into telling hireoglyphs apart," he said approvingly, picking up his tea again. "Of course." He shrugged. "Bakura needs to be distracted sometimes. You and Raine are better at it than I am." Solomon could do the things that Bakura would never let happen, prod the bear when the bear needed prodding. He couldn't be gentle, or sympathetic.

"Feel free to borrow the books," he added dryly. "I no longer need them, for obvious reasons."