The Letter, Part 15
When the emissary was ushered into the receiving chamber, Bancock was waiting for him, confused by both the hour and nature of the visit.
He did not, however, have long to wait. Within a few moments, the emissary and his fellow travelers had the baron surrounded. It was not long after that Bancock was severed in two; his body lay crumpled on the floor, his head in the emissary’s bag.
As emissary returned to the gate, he found Lady Telematrice waiting for him. The two stepped into the coach and, once the entourage was fully assembled again, disappeared into the night.
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Elsewhere, at that same moment, Memorex was hurrying through a corridor in the palace. Being the chief of palace staff meant she was unusually busy while the lady was out of touch and away from Lystria.
Which is why she was so excited to hear the news from the guard tower. Lady Telematrice was back. Memorex finally arrived at the large set of doors that led into the lady’s private residence. She rapped lightly on the door four times, in the customary manner that let the lady know it was her trusted friend waiting on the other side.
As the door swung open, Memorex smiled at the sight of Telematrice, already fully dressed and ready for their evening briefing.
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Gilbetron rode silently in the carriage, the sound of horse’s hooves both behind and in front of him clopping at rhythmic intervals. Occasionally, the coach swayed dangerously, though he knew was never in any real danger.
He looked over at his wife, Telematrice, who sat just across from him and to his left. He was so grateful he had found away to talk her down from madness after leaving Wisshylna the night before. He still shuddered at the thought of his wife being so convinced of the necessity of murmuring twelve perfect strangers in cold blood.
She looked at him warmly from her side of the coach, a smile playing at the edges of her mouth.