The month was rapidly passing by and he had yet to speak to Caz about the Guardians and the invitation to join their order. The perfect opportunity appeared to present itself one evening after supper when he found Caz in the library sitting cross-legged on the top of the ladder, with a book from the Arms and Armour section in his lap. ‘I thought I heard someone about,’ he said, doing his best to appear a great deal more affable than he was feeling. ‘Can I help you with anything, Caspar?’ Caz kept his attention pointedly on what he was reading. ‘It’s okay. I’m just checking something.’ ‘Are you working in the armoury tonight?’ ‘I might.’ ‘Well, if there’s anything you think I may have in the study, don’t hesitate to ask.’ ‘Thanks.’ Sir Jonas cleared his throat and coughed, at a loss to know how to engage this intractable potential initiate in the appropriate conversation. ‘Ah, was it my imagination, or was the Lady Sibylla rather more quiet than is usual this afternoon?’ he asked, referring to their ride in the forest.
