“Oh?” Lord Henry said with the mild interest he usually showed for Flora’s talk of clothing. “Then I can tell the servants we don’t have to keep an armed watch tonight. Will there be a curfew? I’m studying nocturnal species, and my research will be hampered if I can’t go out at night.” The governor glanced heavenward, as though offering a silent prayer for patience. “The curfew won’t apply to magisters, but I’d prefer you remain home with my grandchildren until the crisis has been contained. Or if that will interfere with your studies, I would be happy to send them to England, where I can ensure their safety.” “Surely that won’t be necessary,” Lord Henry said tightly. “I’m confident those highly disciplined and brave British soldiers will be able to maintain the peace and protect us from the dangerous radicals. The children will be fine. Would you care to see them? I can have them come down.” “Not today, Lyndon. I only came to check on your household and let you know about the restrictions before they’re announced.
