‘Yer sister went away someplace,’ she said without troubling to greet him. ‘She weren’t willin’ to tell me her business, though I did ask.’
Grunewald felt peculiarly crestfallen. ‘You know me, then.’
‘Aye. Not that it ain’t a worthy disguise.’
‘I am delighted to win your approval.’ He abandoned the Glamour that disguised him as Matthew, and resumed his usual appearance. With a slight cough, he added, ‘Would you care to tell me what gave me away?’
‘I would not.’
He blinked. ‘That was, in truth, a request.’
‘Or a command? I know it.’ Bess grinned at him, and set aside her sewing. ‘I have arts and ways of me own.’
‘If it is to be mystery, so be it. I shall not entreat you.’ Grunewald went towards her with his hands out, and felt obscurely pleased when she readily took them. He looked h
