Chapter 17An hour or three later, Talis had concluded that boating-parties on the river were lovely and scenic and full of rich food and wine, and also fairly boring if one did not wish to tumble someone into a heap of cushions, or play cards for staggering amounts of money, or drink excessive amounts of the King’s champagne and watch two of the acrobats stage an impromptu performance with some silk draperies and two of the canopy posts.
That one had actually been intriguing; Talis was impressed by the flexibility. And the twists and turns of fabric. He’d taken some mental notes.
He might want one person to toss him into the cushions. Jer was still on duty, though possibly about to not be; he was speaking with someone else in a royal guard uniform, someone Talis didn’t know. He looked ov
