CHAPTER THIRTEEN
It was a long and boring watch. The guests were thirsty and hungry but not homicidal. They drank through most of the fine wine and went their merry way in their fancy carriages. I was relieved when the last of the vehicles rolled down the lane and vanished into the dusky distance. Conrad wouldn’t be happy about our being late to the diving show.
Lusio, however, was brimming with glee as he turned to the house and practically pranced into the front hall. Tegan and I stood on the first-floor balcony overlooking his happiness. “Miles! Miles!”
The butler made a prompt appearance from the direction of the terrace. “Yes, sir?”
“Will the second trial be ready by tomorrow evening?” he wondered.
“She assured me the magic would be ready by then,” Miles replied.
Lusio’s
