“And is the healer talking, too?”
“The healer is John’s. He’ll keep quiet unless told to do otherwise.”
“Well, that’s something, at least,” said Thomas. The music rose to its climax, then ended. Thomas bowed. “Would you excuse me, Lord Henry?”
“Of course,” said Henry. “Tell Eileen I want a dance myself at some point.”
Thomas smiled. “Of course.”
Thomas reached the dance floor and claimed Eileen’s hand from her brother. George made a quick search and was soon back on the floor with the young lady he’d been speaking to at Baron Goshawk’s party the night before.
By the Four, was it only last night?
The dance was a roundel, the couples moving in a series of turns around a large circle while the music slowly gained speed. Eileen was looking relieved one moment and pensive the next, and b
