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Only two direct lines of Merovingians remain.
Their family names are Plantard and Saint-Clair.
Both families live in hiding, probably protected by the Priory." Sophie repeated the names silently in her mind and then shook her head.
There was no one in her family named Plantard or Saint-Clair.
A weary undertow was pulling at her now.
She realized she was no closer than she had been at the Louvre to understanding what truth her grandfather had wanted to reveal to her.
Sophie wished her grandfather had never mentioned her family this afternoon.
He had torn open old wounds that felt as painful now as ever.
They are dead, Sophie.
They are not coming back.
She thought of her mother singing her to sleep at night, of her father giving her rides on his shoulders, and of her grandmother and younger brother smiling at her with their fervent green eyes.
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