“What do we use to do that?” Clara asked.
henry smiled grimly. “Expectations.”
We passed by Childs and his security dog again, to reenter the great hall. Once more, the room had been arranged by camps, borders subtly marked by style of furniture and swaths of overhead silk, giving the whole place a bit of a circus atmosphere, with a single difference—in the exact center of the room, at the focus of all the camps, a small circular speaking stage had been erected.
Music was playing, violins again. Evidently Lawrence had managed to replace the offending Sidhe fiddler from the night before. Or maybe the guy lived. I had the same emotions either way.
Speaking of which, the man himself was present tonight, sitting and speaking with Etri on a deep green and dark carved-redwood old-world leath
