Chapter Four Governor FervourA very tall, thin man stepped out to block their approach. His red waistcoat was buttoned up with shiny silver buttons and his overcoat was black and fell long past the tops of his long black boots. He smelled like old soap.
‘Empty your pockets,’ he demanded. His voice was high-pitched and would become very annoying over time, Mai thought.
‘I will not,’ Impelo said sternly.
‘You will, or the soldiers will do it for you,’ the thin man said.
Impelo pushed his hand deep into his pockets and pulled out a small glass bottle half-filled with liquid, a handful of remmies, and a key. The thin man inspected each item.
‘What does this open?’ he asked, pointing to the key.
‘That, my fine thin friend, is the key to my heart.’ Impelo smirked.
Not amused, the thin man
