Chapter 10
When I arrived at court, Horace immediately ushered me to Duir’s chambers. He was in a state of anxiety over Duir’s procession. When I first saw the fear and worry on his face, I knew my disappearance the day before had been discovered.
“The clock is a cruel master,” he muttered as we came to Duir’s chamber door. “Do say whatever you must to speed him along, Tailor. I don’t like to think what will come of His Grace being late to the cathedral!”
I barely had time to sigh in relief before Horace thrust me towards the heavy door. Surely if Duir knew of my absence, Horace would have known of it. Had I merely been lucky?
Before I could further gather my wits, Horace disappeared and I stood within the bedchamber of my friend and king. The sun made its way from behind the melanchol
