CHAPTER 46
The following morning, Longinus was in a state of agitation worse than anything Rory had ever seen. They had just received word that they were to go see the Old Girl at the mansion later that day. Rory watched him pace the workshop as she gently prodded her now-expertly patched shoulder. The Old Girl’s doctor had been nothing short of a miracle worker, and already the pain in her arm was fading to a dull ache.
“I cannot go to see the Marchioness dressed like this.” Longinus gestured at his combat-weathered silks. “I must go to my tailor, and immediately. Do you hear me?” He shouted at the door, on the other side of which were a gaggle of guards. “Immediately!”
“That’s the problem with house arrest, Longinus,” replied Rory. “Makes it hard to go out, don’t it.”
“But Lady Marth
