Great platters of food and drink were brought out for them, all seemingly at Greenway’s expense. Deacon checked and altered every inch of the gallery, with seemingly inhuman patience and calm, as a million and more questions were fired at him from every direction, and he handled each panicked worry with equal composure and assuredness. It was all so alien to Jen that she simply held on as tightly as she could as she was swept along by Deacon’s side. He looked after her and Dyra, there was no doubt about that, and at no point did they feel abandoned. But this was his world, it seemed, and modest and charming though he was, he was revered by all. Continuing with the trend from lunch, come mid-afternoon, when the gallery began to slowly fill and swim with wealthy guests, food and drinks were swept around on huge silver platters by graceful waiters and waitresses.
