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“Captain Grant?”

The voice was lowered, but clear enough in the silence of the dungeon Most of his h Malcolor shook the sleep fro—to le, barred

The face that peered through, in the half-light of the torch, was one he found vaguely familiar

“Captain Grant, I aeant Calum Anderson I am in the duke’s private army”

Gregor wondered what Sergeant Calueon door, but he forbore to ask him He reor an apologetic look as he drew his sword on him

“Things are no’ right here at the castle,” Calu us orders in the duke’s name We havena even seen the duke himself for three weeks now Lorenzo has sent off most of the servants and the castlefolk; there are hardly any left It just dinna feel right”

Three weeks Gregor tried to clear his head, rubbing a hand over his eyes Three weeks? It sounded o over the fact that Meg had wed soh why send away his household to sulk? Apart from Lorenzo…

“Lorenzo gives you all your orders?” he demanded

“Aye, all of them We are used to that, but usually the duke will est we have ever gone without seeing him”

“So when you locked me and my men in this place…?”

“Lorenzo told us he was following the duke’s orders But it was only on his say so, we never heard anything from the duke himsel’”

Sergeant Anderson leaned in closer, and Gregor smelled the whiskey on his breath The question was, had the e to corind against the duke’s favorite servant?

“That is very strange, Sergeant”

“Aye, sir We all think so We dinna like taking our orders from Lorenzo, but he says he speaks for the duke, and what if he does? What if it’s true? And yet…it has co up to the Duke’s roo a wee peek If ye ken?”

“I ken, Sergeant” He fixed the ht look “What do you want me to do?”