“What is this about?” I was face-to-face with the Gamma, Lord Harold. He did not look pleased and I had not expected him to but I had an errand I had to deliver.
“Lord Harold, I come under a royal command. The king was poisoned in your home and has ordered that your house be searched and… and your household come to the palace to be interrogated,” I said the words reluctantly but they had to be said.
“This is preposterous and I am going to tell the king just that!” the man thundered and I agreed with him. I was almost certain there would be nothing found in the man's home and even if the beetroot was found, I was sure it was a mistake of the servants.
“Lord Harold I…”
“Search all you want! You are going to end up with nothing! absolutely nothing. I can assure you that I and my famil
