Chapter Fifteen
Our Bess is right handy wi’ a bucket, no? Leave it t’ her to cut through the nonsense! Tis fer others to wave about they fancy magics an’ what-not! Just gi’ Bessie somethin’ solid an’ room t’ swing, an’ away goes the problem. I do like a practical lass.
Anyhow, that were that fer the time bein’. Grunewald took his wayward sister away someplace. I didn’t ask where — oh, not out of any sense o’ discretion, or any o’ that nonsense. She’s dangerous! I’ve a right to know! But Drig came t’ me wi’ the details. Seems his Majesty has somethin’ by way of a secret prison somewhere in Gadrahst. Sounds excitin’, don’t it? But it weren’t right. Grunewald says as how he’s worried she might worm her way out o’ that one, bein’ as she’s royal blood an’ all. So he whisks her off to the Holl
