The Alchemist Of Souls: Night's Masque, Volume 1 - Plot & Excerpts
"What's going on here?" She started, almost stabbing the needle into her thumb. Looking up she saw Master Dunfell standing over her. Behind him two servants were manhandling a padded bench up the stairs. "Just some last-minute repairs, sir." She held up the hem of the gown. "See, good as new." Dunfell sniffed. "I hope so." The servants carried the bench out onto the gallery and traipsed back through the box-office. Coby bent her head to her task. Just another couple of inches and she was done. The servants returned with another bench, followed by other liveried men laden with baskets of food, wine and silver tableware. The banquet was set out on a table at one end of the gallery, whilst Dunfell fussed over the disposition of every item. As the servants departed with empty baskets, Philip came running up the stairs. "Oi, Jakes, where's my gown?" She snipped the end of the thread and held it out to him. "Here you go." He gathered the thick folds in his arms and wandered out onto the balcony to examine her work in better light.
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