CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
We rolled down the short gravel drive to the circle that ran in front of the stately manor house. The abode of Lady Gottspake featured three floors with large, tall windows that looked out on a wide porch. Pillars held up the roof over the porch and provided some cover from the sun. We stepped out of the carriage and walked up the short flight of ten-foot-wide steps.
The door opened and a man in a well-tailors servant’s suit stood before us. He stepped aside and bowed low at the waist. “Welcome, Lord Thorn. Lady Thorn.” I lifted an eyebrow as we slipped past the servant.
The interior of the home was not the opulence I expected from the outside. The walls were wood boards stained a heavy black with a thick shine on them. The floors were gray marble and black
