"Abstract," Susan supplies - she does, after all, have that term. She's still flipping through the corners of more rugs, so that Lancelot might have choices. "I rather enjoy the patterning. Some can have quite elaborate designs. I believe there's a symbolism to them, though I'm afraid I don't know what it -"

A glimmer of gold thread, shot through a deep, rich blue. Stylized scimitars and birds, horses and curling-pointed shoes. The pile is thick and sumptuous, but the design is still crystal-clear. Susan freezes.