Except that since this morning I have imagined myself a hundred times a schemer and an assassin. I have given myself all the world’s resources, and I have tried to design this death as I found it. I have murdered Scipio in my mind, over and over again. I have found many ways to achieve this result that might work, if one had but will and time. But when I tested my conceptions against what is present in the Chamber, I found them lacking. There are no trapdoors, no hiding places. There are no hidden blades. In that, it is precisely what it appears to be: a wooden room with precious ornaments.