Chapter 7London, October 15, 1883
Track One
Maxwell leaned back from the chessboard, physically tired as he might have been from exiting the boxing ring, but more exhilarated than he would have supposed it possible to be upon losing a chess game. Not only was he visiting Camelot, he was playing chess with King Arthur.
On the other side of the board, Lord Seward contemplated the arrangement of the pieces with approval. His black silk mask lay at his elbow, within easy reach if a stranger should happen to burst into the warehouse. The mask did a reasonable job of concealing his handsome, strong-featured face, but the tawny hair still struck Maxwell as distinctive, and “Robert Locksley” wore a sedate dark coat that nevertheless called attention to itself as being too fine for the stews. Ma
