Continued from §.04.
After the concert had concluded, Blythe, Boyce, Kyne and Adair returned to the clerk whose visage bore the marks of considerable nervousness.
“Ilhayl, my lords. I regret to inform ye there has been a theft.”
“What was riven?” Inquired Adair evenly.
“Thy coat, my comitem.”
Boyce laughed, “Broadly, fortune smiles.”
The clerk furrowed his brows, confused by Boyce’s levity and then advanced to Adair and gestured toward the entrance.
“Fear not. I sent Geoffery to fetch the accipiters; rest assured, the knave will know justice and shaltow be equitably recompensed.”
“Nys so serious, dear fellow. Marta gives and Marta takes. Such is life.”
Aldwyn abruptly pulled Adair aside, chere severe.
“If summons should the accipiters heed, it were best we shifted; malgre our blamelessness.”
“Thou art minded of the wedding?”
“It could provoke scandal.”
“We’ve not haste enough to evade the possibility; they’ve already arrived.”
In from doors abroche, two men entered, darkly garbed in the dress of the Ministry of Inquisitions, followed by a slender, languid woman, similarly, if less fastidiously, dressed, who, unlike her companions, sported a mishappen, snub-brimmed cap, low-drawn about her visage. Her hair was dark and straight, falling to frame wide, sleepless eyes, which took in the whole of the hall before settling fixedly upon Adair.
“I’m Accipiter Demelody,” she replied curtly, without bowing, “Thou art Oeric Adair?”
“Curious. Thou wert spotted an hour’s half-past in Rasten Yard, evading an attempt upon thy life.”
“What? Unverray. Query alle and some; swiftly shalt thou know I’ve abided in the hall the whole of that time.”
“That much is obvious, and yet not half the geste.”
Aldwyn cut in daintily, “Perchance our interrogation of this cas could commence in coyer quarters?”
As the accipiters and nobles turned to leave, a elderly woman came half-dashing down the stairs, sorrily discombobulated.
“My hat, my hat. Someone has stolen my hat!”
Continued in §.06.