The great hall stood empty but for servants cleaning up. The lack of guards surprised him, because he knew he’d been under surveillance since he’d arrived at court. Someone will surely catch hell, he thought, or, mayhap, no one will ever find out his guards had grown lax. He certainly would not bring it to their attention. His mood lifted at the thought of them off somewhere playing dice or drinking. He looked down at his mimi costume, a necessary evil. After supper, he’d provided the entertainment for the royal court, as he had each evening since his arrival three days before. Ah, when will it happen? he wondered. He smiled to himself, knowing he must be patient and let events unfold as they would. After all, things had worked out so far. He and Sergeric were in place, out in the open and right under the noses of their intended targets. As far as Eberwolf could tell, no one suspected them of any potential wrongdoing, except for that miserable Roman, Quintus Magnus.
