“The tailor is here, Excellency,” the proprietor said from the door. “He told me that he had a message to attend an illustrious patron at my inn. When he said that, I was certain it was Your Excellency who had commanded his presence here.”
“Tell him to come in,” Lord Lynke said.
“At once, Excellency.”
The proprietor shut the door behind him and Lord Lynke continued to stare at Ventura.
“I could not have believed it possible,” he remarked. “Well, you will certainly play the part well, at least, I hope so.”
“What part, my lord?”
“I will tell you after we have seen the tailor,” Lord Lynke said. “Damnation! Must I bother with the chap? You can tell him what you require.”
Ventura hesitated.
“I am not quite certain, my lord, what sort of dress your page should wear for more formal occasi
